Body Language
Title: Body Language
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 096. Writer's Choice.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 863
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Buttsex, switching tops
Summary: Even their bad sex is good sex?
Sometimes it’s right in the middle of sex that Jared realizes just how strong his relationship with Jensen is. He’s lying mostly on his stomach, right leg bent slightly upwards, Jensen covering his back and thrusting inside of him, and he’s…okay. They’d come into the bedroom all hot and heavy, dying to get into each other’s pants after a long day of shooting, and now that the excitement has worn off, Jared’s kind of realizing that the pleasure he’s getting isn’t quite enough. There’s something about the pace, or the angle, or both. He sighs a little, closing his eyes and listening to Jensen’s grunts and moans, trying to concentrate on the in-and-out slide of Jensen’s dick and get back into it, but it isn’t quite working. From the way Jensen moves and sounds, Jared’s sure that Jensen could get off right here and now, and Jared wouldn’t mind, necessarily. What’s happening now won’t get the job done for him, but he knows Jensen would still return the favor somehow.
Still, their relationship is different from others he’s had. They’ve both realized that it’s okay to speak up, to interrupt. They’ve both realized the importance of communication during sex, not just before and after. Jared’s perfectly capable of opening his mouth and telling Jensen to stop or do something differently. But the wonderful part is that he doesn’t even have to.
Jensen’s hips suddenly go still, nose nuzzling Jared’s neck and brushing the hair away so that he can press soft kisses to the slick skin there. He does the same just behind Jared’s ear, then gets his panting under control before speaking softly to him. “You wanna try a different position?”
Jared smiles, turning his head to look back at Jensen, and Jensen’s lips meet his. He doesn’t even have to answer before Jensen’s pulling out and rolling beside him, kissing him again. It’s like a second round of foreplay, Jensen curling his tongue with Jared’s before breaking free, and pressing kisses along Jared’s neck, his chest. Jensen’s hands roam Jared’s body, one passing slowly over the curve of his ass and moving back to the front of Jared’s thigh. Fingers wrap around Jared’s dick, palm smoothing up and down, and he hums and bucks, grateful for the attention. Jensen chuckles, and suddenly they’re laughing and pushing at each other, not wrestling, but not cuddling, either, a playful collision of their bodies that gets Jared fully hard again. Their play is peppered with touches and kisses, more laughing, until Jared’s fingers skim Jensen’s balls, and then he’s clearly won, Jensen groaning as Jared flips them over and puts Jensen beneath him.
They’ve been at this for a while, but there’s no complaining, no rush. No mention of needs or blue balls, or any of the bullshit that might come from someone else. Jared presses himself down, slides his dick alongside Jensen’s, and Jensen breathes in and looks up at him. “You wanna fuck me?”
It’s an offer that always sends a thrill racing down Jared’s spine, and he presses down harder, nodding. “Yeah.” He quickly reaches over for the lube on the bedside table, fumbling with it over his fingers. “Yeah.”
It hasn’t happened very often that they’ve switched up topping in the middle of sex like this, but from the few times it’s happened, Jared’s found that it makes things a little more exciting. Jensen’s legs open and bend, giving Jared room to press slick fingers down to Jensen’s hole, and Jared’s pulse pounds in his ears. This is all just love and trust. It doesn’t matter who does what or who fucks who, just as long as they’re both enjoying it. Jensen closes his eyes and strokes himself as Jared prepares him, and when Jared finally slicks up and pushes inside Jensen, he knows that they’ll both finish here.
Jared still feels stretched and open himself as he drives forward, and what starts as slow rolls of his hips quickly becomes hard, pounding thrusts. Jensen is perfectly slick and tight around him, moaning and bucking up to meet him. They’re both flushed and sticky with sweat, and their sloppy kisses only make Jared harder, get him closer. Jensen’s fist is wrapped around his dick, jerking quickly just beneath the head, and when he clenches, Jared shouts and buries his head in the crook of Jensen’s neck, trying desperately to push even deeper into Jensen’s warmth.
Jensen’s come slicks up the both of them, his release just broken cries on ragged exhales, and Jared tenses and muffles a groan against Jensen’s skin as he shoves in hard, heat flowing back around the head of his dick. It takes some time for Jared’s body to relax; for him to realize that the fingers of his left hand have been twisted in the sheets. They’re both breathing and cooling down together, and Jared slowly pulls out, Jensen humming softly at the feel of it.
“Man.” Jared rolls off of Jensen and laughs. “Sometimes I think we’re too good at this. Even when we suck at it.”
Jensen laughs and reaches over for Jared’s hand, linking their fingers together. “I know what you mean.”
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 096. Writer's Choice.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 863
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Buttsex, switching tops
Summary: Even their bad sex is good sex?
Sometimes it’s right in the middle of sex that Jared realizes just how strong his relationship with Jensen is. He’s lying mostly on his stomach, right leg bent slightly upwards, Jensen covering his back and thrusting inside of him, and he’s…okay. They’d come into the bedroom all hot and heavy, dying to get into each other’s pants after a long day of shooting, and now that the excitement has worn off, Jared’s kind of realizing that the pleasure he’s getting isn’t quite enough. There’s something about the pace, or the angle, or both. He sighs a little, closing his eyes and listening to Jensen’s grunts and moans, trying to concentrate on the in-and-out slide of Jensen’s dick and get back into it, but it isn’t quite working. From the way Jensen moves and sounds, Jared’s sure that Jensen could get off right here and now, and Jared wouldn’t mind, necessarily. What’s happening now won’t get the job done for him, but he knows Jensen would still return the favor somehow.
Still, their relationship is different from others he’s had. They’ve both realized that it’s okay to speak up, to interrupt. They’ve both realized the importance of communication during sex, not just before and after. Jared’s perfectly capable of opening his mouth and telling Jensen to stop or do something differently. But the wonderful part is that he doesn’t even have to.
Jensen’s hips suddenly go still, nose nuzzling Jared’s neck and brushing the hair away so that he can press soft kisses to the slick skin there. He does the same just behind Jared’s ear, then gets his panting under control before speaking softly to him. “You wanna try a different position?”
Jared smiles, turning his head to look back at Jensen, and Jensen’s lips meet his. He doesn’t even have to answer before Jensen’s pulling out and rolling beside him, kissing him again. It’s like a second round of foreplay, Jensen curling his tongue with Jared’s before breaking free, and pressing kisses along Jared’s neck, his chest. Jensen’s hands roam Jared’s body, one passing slowly over the curve of his ass and moving back to the front of Jared’s thigh. Fingers wrap around Jared’s dick, palm smoothing up and down, and he hums and bucks, grateful for the attention. Jensen chuckles, and suddenly they’re laughing and pushing at each other, not wrestling, but not cuddling, either, a playful collision of their bodies that gets Jared fully hard again. Their play is peppered with touches and kisses, more laughing, until Jared’s fingers skim Jensen’s balls, and then he’s clearly won, Jensen groaning as Jared flips them over and puts Jensen beneath him.
They’ve been at this for a while, but there’s no complaining, no rush. No mention of needs or blue balls, or any of the bullshit that might come from someone else. Jared presses himself down, slides his dick alongside Jensen’s, and Jensen breathes in and looks up at him. “You wanna fuck me?”
It’s an offer that always sends a thrill racing down Jared’s spine, and he presses down harder, nodding. “Yeah.” He quickly reaches over for the lube on the bedside table, fumbling with it over his fingers. “Yeah.”
It hasn’t happened very often that they’ve switched up topping in the middle of sex like this, but from the few times it’s happened, Jared’s found that it makes things a little more exciting. Jensen’s legs open and bend, giving Jared room to press slick fingers down to Jensen’s hole, and Jared’s pulse pounds in his ears. This is all just love and trust. It doesn’t matter who does what or who fucks who, just as long as they’re both enjoying it. Jensen closes his eyes and strokes himself as Jared prepares him, and when Jared finally slicks up and pushes inside Jensen, he knows that they’ll both finish here.
Jared still feels stretched and open himself as he drives forward, and what starts as slow rolls of his hips quickly becomes hard, pounding thrusts. Jensen is perfectly slick and tight around him, moaning and bucking up to meet him. They’re both flushed and sticky with sweat, and their sloppy kisses only make Jared harder, get him closer. Jensen’s fist is wrapped around his dick, jerking quickly just beneath the head, and when he clenches, Jared shouts and buries his head in the crook of Jensen’s neck, trying desperately to push even deeper into Jensen’s warmth.
Jensen’s come slicks up the both of them, his release just broken cries on ragged exhales, and Jared tenses and muffles a groan against Jensen’s skin as he shoves in hard, heat flowing back around the head of his dick. It takes some time for Jared’s body to relax; for him to realize that the fingers of his left hand have been twisted in the sheets. They’re both breathing and cooling down together, and Jared slowly pulls out, Jensen humming softly at the feel of it.
“Man.” Jared rolls off of Jensen and laughs. “Sometimes I think we’re too good at this. Even when we suck at it.”
Jensen laughs and reaches over for Jared’s hand, linking their fingers together. “I know what you mean.”