Can't Touch This
Title: Can’t Touch This
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 038. Touch.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2,973
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: It’s bondage-y? And kind of hardcore.
Summary: Jensen pays Jared back for the “free space” comment at Asylum.
Disclaimer: Yeah, I don’t even know them, and this is total fiction. And I don’t even know if it’s good. Ferrealz, this might suck. And I apologize in advance, if it does! Never really done one like this before. So feel free to yay or boo.
Author's Notes: Some references for this fic? You definitely need to see this video! It kind of explains everything. Also, various Tweets from the con said Jared likes to be called “baby.” And various reports mention Jared saying it freaks him out when he gets tied up (literally) on the show. You can find more info here.
Jared wakes up to Jensen’s mouth around his cock, lubed fingers rubbing down into the crease of his ass, and he feels a tension in his body that he probably shouldn’t when he bucks his hips up against Jensen’s face. Jensen pulls off, fingers slipping inside him, and that’s when he realizes he can’t move his left arm. It’s above his head, and he tugs, turning to look when he feels the restraint there. He sees his wrist tied to the headboard, and his gasp of fear is cut off by one of pleasure, Jensen’s fingers driving in deep and stroking over his prostate. He’s caught between the two emotions, fear and pleasure, dread settling in his chest as his cock twitches against his stomach, and he tugs at the restraint again. It’s soft and smooth, like silk, but knotted tight, and he wonders when the hell Jensen learned to tie things like he was in the military.
He looks down at Jensen and sees fierceness in his eyes, the kind that both intimidates him and sends all the blood in his body rushing south. Jensen pulls his fingers free and moves up Jared’s body, and Jared feels silk brushing over his opposite wrist. He flinches, and when he looks at Jensen again, there’s a question beneath the heated stare. Jensen’s hand closes over his free wrist, over the silk there, and he leans down close to Jared’s ear, whispering softly, as if speaking any louder would be a break in character.
“Tell me to stop, and I will.”
Jared realizes then that Jensen had only tied his left wrist while he was sleeping for a reason: Jensen was giving him an out. Jared could stop Jensen himself right now; push him away, and use his right hand to free himself. Jensen pulls back a little, just enough to flick the tip of his tongue over Jared’s lips. His voice is louder this time when he speaks, and it’s harder, rougher.
“This is payback, you know.”
Jared’s about to ask what for when Jensen pulls back further and looks him in the eye, waiting for Jared’s answer. Silk and skin play over his wrist and Jared hesitates. But Jensen’s asking him. For all Jensen’s power and dominance and even the suggestion of payback, he’s making it clear that this is just play; that Jared can say no at any time, and that’ll be the end of it. His cock twitches again, getting wet at the tip, and he makes his decision, lifting his head as much as he can to press his lips against Jensen’s. He doesn’t move any other muscles, doesn’t try to wrench his right wrist out of Jensen’s grasp. And when Jensen shoves him back down, he lets him, the smoldering look Jensen gives him enough to have him suppressing a moan. He lets Jensen tie his other wrist to the headboard, tight knots again, and it’s a strange feeling, but it’s Jensen, and the uneasy feeling in his stomach subsides.
“So what did I do?” Jared asks, daring to break the silence and grinning slyly. “Was I bad?”
Jensen just glares at him and smirks a little, and Jared knows that Jensen’s thoughts are mocking him for sounding like he’s a chick in a bad porno. And then Jensen’s settling up close, straddling his chest and stroking himself, and Jared can’t help the way his mouth waters at the sight of Jensen’s cock straining in his fist, so close to his lips.
“That big mouth of yours,” Jensen says, leaning forward and holding himself so that the head of his dick brushes over Jared’s lips, and Jared feels pre-come smearing over them. “Always gets you in trouble, Jay. Should really think before you speak.”
Jared still doesn’t know what this is about, but he has no time to ask, heart thundering in his chest as Jensen gets a hand under the back of his head, cradling it as his dick presses forward, and Jared opens up without complaint. Jensen immediately shoves in, nearly all the way, and Jared’s surprise is muffled by Jensen’s hard flesh as he squeezes his eyes shut and fights the urge to gag. They’ve done this before, Jensen fucking Jared’s mouth, filling it completely. But Jared’s never been restrained like this, and his eyes water when Jensen slowly pushes the rest of the way in, pressing into the back of Jared’s throat, his balls resting on Jared’s chin, tiny hairs tickling at Jared’s nose. Jared swallows and hears Jensen moan, and he does his best to breathe through his nose, breathe in Jensen’s scent. He’s let Jensen dominate him like this before, but he’s still used to participating, to touching, and it’s killing him now that he can’t touch Jensen the way he wants to, rubbing his hands up and down Jensen’s tensed and toned thighs as he thrusts in and out of Jared’s mouth.
But Jensen isn’t thrusting now; hasn’t moved at all. He’s still, holding Jared’s mouth open wide, all the way into his throat, and he stays like that until Jared’s jaw starts to ache. Only then does Jensen slide slowly back out, and Jared feels every inch, every ridge over the flat of his tongue. He pulls all the way out and lets Jared suck in a deep breath before fitting himself between Jared’s lips again, and now Jensen’s hand is moving from behind Jared’s head. Jared feels added pressure on the headboard as Jensen reaches up to grip it, and that’s when Jensen starts thrusting, and it’s hard and dirty, and Jared does his best to breathe and swirl his tongue, moaning when he can, Jensen grunting with each push inward.
Jensen pulls out abruptly, moving away, and Jared sucks in air greedily, his face suddenly cool without the heat of Jensen against it, the bitter tang of Jensen’s pre-come still on his tongue. Jared’s almost lightheaded now, and he groans low in the back of his throat when Jensen’s fingers press into him again, two of them twisting inside. He watches, looks down to see Jensen working him open, Jensen’s dick heavy and hard where he’s crouching on the bed, and he can see how wet it is now, glistening in the moonlight. He moans appreciatively at the sight of it, and his eyes close with the effort of trying to fuck himself on Jensen’s fingers. It’s a lot harder than he thought it would be in this position, and his shoulders are already burning, the muscles in his lower body working double-time. Jensen holds him down then with a hand on his abdomen and adds another finger, setting a quick, rough pace. He spreads his legs open as wide as he can, bending them more at the knees when Jensen pulls his fingers out and moves between them. Jensen’s eyes are dark now, and he keeps eye contact with Jared while he settles into position, lines himself up with Jared’s hole.
It’s less than a second after Jared feels Jensen brushing against his entrance that Jensen’s full length penetrates him in one hard thrust, and it nearly punches the air from Jared’s lungs. He barely gets one breath back in before Jensen’s pulling back and thrusting back in again, and suddenly the restraints don’t even matter, because he wouldn’t be able to move now even if he wasn’t tied up. The pace Jensen sets is unrelenting, unforgiving, and Jared knows he’s already been calling Jensen’s name, Jensen biting at his collarbone as he wraps his legs around Jensen’s body. Jensen’s sliding deeper now, and Jared suddenly wonders why Jensen made such a big deal out of this, because it seems like it’s going to be over way too fast. Jared can feel his orgasm building, and they’re both moaning uncontrollably now, Jensen’s hips already stuttering. He fights to keep his eyes open, because he loves this part; loves the way Jensen looks just before he comes, face beautifully flushed and eyes focused on his, disbelief and pleasure-pain every time, mouth falling open on elongated cries. He sees it. He sees it all, closing his eyes, and feeling the burn in his muscles when he arches up into Jensen.
And then Jensen pulls out. He pulls out, and Jared’s eyes snap open. Jensen’s out of reach at the foot of the bed, gripping the base of his cock tight and panting heavily, groaning and shuddering. Jared curses, tugging at his bonds, his balls beginning to ache.
“Jensen, what the fuck?!”
Jensen opens his eyes and looks up at him. The bastard grins, and it’s wicked and dark, and Jared curses himself for agreeing to this. His orgasm had been so close, he could fucking taste it.
“Is there a problem, Jared?” Jensen asks, breath still a little short, sitting back on his heels and stroking himself lazily. Jared’s eyes zero in on the thick length that had just been inside him, and he fights his bonds again, glaring angrily at Jensen when he realizes they won’t budge.
“This is bullshit, Jensen. Get me off, or let me go.”
“Always so impatient,” Jensen laughs, then cuts himself off with a groan, thrusting slightly into his hand.
“Jens-”
“You know what you’re feeling now, Jared?” Jensen cuts him off, teasing, still smiling as he tugs on his cock. “Free space.”
“Oh, God,” Jared breathes, laughing just a little madly and rolling his eyes. “Is that what this is about?”
“Should watch what you say, Jared.” Jensen warns, expression serious now, still jerking himself off slowly.
“I only said it,” he says, unable to help the nasty grin that spreads across his own face as he looks down at Jensen, “Because I knew you’d get like this.” At that, Jensen stops touching himself, and he crawls up Jared’s body, looming over him, not actually touching him.
“You wanted me to do this?” Jared shivers at the hot breath that ghosts over him, the deepness of Jensen’s voice. “You wanted me to take you…to fuck you.” Jensen chuckles, and the ache in Jared’s balls suddenly feels more prominent, Jensen leaning down to lick his neck. “But you didn’t think I’d tie you up. Did you?”
“No,” Jared admits, the feeling still new to him. He wants to touch Jensen, to run his fingers through Jensen’s longer hair, flip them over so that he can fuck himself on Jensen’s cock. But he can’t, and Jensen’s gone again, stepping off the bed this time, hand back on his cock as he backs away slowly, leaning against the wall.
“I should leave you here,” Jensen says, face a mask of seriousness, and Jared feels fear spark inside of him again. “Should just leave you here like this, and let you think about what you’ve done.”
“No,” Jared says again, ignoring the rise in his voice. He can’t help the beginnings of panic that set in, and he starts struggling with vigor, making the horrifying realization that he can’t feel his hands anymore. He’s always trusted Jensen, but he’s never done this before, and while he likes Jensen taking control, he’s never enjoyed the feeling of being tied down. The situation throws him off, and for a minute, he lets himself slip, thinks maybe he actually managed to piss Jensen off, and that maybe Jensen’s really going to leave him here like this. But then Jensen’s back on the bed, just out of reach again, and Jared relaxes a bit, reminding himself that this is Jensen, and this is just play.
“Maybe,” Jensen says, stroking himself with more vigor now, “I should just make you watch.”
Jared wants to protest, tell Jensen how badly he needs Jensen inside him, how much he needs to come. But then Jensen stares at him, and Jared almost thinks he’s going to do it, going to finish without him, leave him hanging, and he almost wants him to; wants to keep watching. Jensen’s pleasuring himself like no one else is in the room, grunting and groaning, little hitches in his breath as his hips snap up into his fist, eyes closing as he catches his bottom lip in his teeth. If Jared wasn’t so on edge right now, he would just keep watching. But he can’t, needs more, can’t wait any longer without begging, staring down at what’s definitely not free space between Jensen’s legs.
“Please.” Jensen raises an eyebrow, but keeps going, and Jared’s hips lift with a mind of their own, no friction to be had above him. He lets his head fall back on the pillows, and knows how goddamn desperate and pathetic he sounds when he speaks again. “Jensen, please. I need you to just…I need you to fuck me.”
There’s silence, and he closes his eyes in frustration, the throbbing in his crotch almost unbearable now. He’s ready to beg again when suddenly Jensen grips his hips and shoves himself all the way in, Jared’s eyes snapping open as he cries out in surprise and pleasure. But before the sound of his voice even dies out, Jensen’s gone again, leaving Jared empty and clenching around nothing, and Jared fucking whimpers, turning his face into the pillows.
“It’s not fair,” he finds himself saying, and it’s more of a whine than he’s probably ever made in his life. But he’s sweating, and he’s sore, and he’s so damn hard and aching, and, “Fuck!” he shouts, throat feeling raw, when Jensen thrusts all the way in and pulls out again. And then he’s babbling, not even sure what the hell he’s saying. “God, Jensen, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, just please, fuck, so big, you’re so big inside me, just fuck me, please…”
“Shhh, shhh,” Jensen soothes, and suddenly he’s on top of Jared again, kissing him all soft and gentle. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” And then he’s pressing inside of Jared again, full and thick, and he stays. “Come on,” Jensen says, and his hand is between them now, gripping Jared’s cock. Jared gasps and jerks violently, the muscles in his body screaming as he tries to press back against Jensen’s cock and thrust up into his hand. “I forgive you,” Jensen breathes, and Jared makes some sort of needy sound he can’t even identify when Jensen starts up the same unrelenting, unforgiving pace as he did before.
He gives up, lets his muscles loosen, because Jensen’s doing all the work now, every ounce of strength and power he has devoted to getting them both off, jerking Jared in time with his thrusts, and Jared can feel the strain in Jensen’s body, hear it in his voice. Jensen kisses him, rubs up against his prostate and swipes his thumb over the head of his dick, and Jared arches, Jensen’s mouth moving to his neck. Jensen’s name is on his lips again, over and over, and he’s almost there now, getting closer and closer.
“Come on,” Jensen growls in his ear, nipping at it lightly. His voice is pure sex, and Jared’s eyes squeeze themselves shut as his entire body tenses. “Come on, baby.”
Jared’s eyes snap open again, and his breath catches in his throat before he finally screams, convulsing beneath Jensen and coming in spurts between their bodies. He contracts around Jensen, gasping at how fucking big Jensen really is, how full he really feels, and he’s only dimly aware of Jensen’s final cry, his body shaking over Jared’s. Jared groans, still catching his breath when Jensen goes to pull out almost immediately, and he wraps his legs around him, keeping him there.
“Wait,” he rasps, voice wrecked, and he feels Jensen’s softening cock give one last twitch inside of him. “Just…stay.” He clenches deliberately around the impressive length inside of him, and Jensen groans and shudders, oversensitive now.
“Your hands,” Jensen says, pressing a quick kiss to Jared’s lips. “I have to let you down.”
Jared lets him go then, remembering the loss of feeling in his hands, and Jensen pulls out, reaching for the knots over Jared’s left wrist. Jared hisses at the feel of pins and needles in his hand, and Jensen lowers it slowly, kissing his wrist, his palm, and rubbing the limb between both hands. He watches, sighing appreciatively when Jensen uses the soft silk to clean up the mess on his stomach, between his legs. Jensen moves over him then, to the opposite wrist, giving it the same treatment as the first, the silk tossed away as Jensen finally settles down on the bed with him, pressing kisses along the column of his neck.
“’Mazing, Jay,” Jensen drawls tiredly, laying his head on Jared’s chest, and Jared finally moves his fingers through Jensen’s hair, soft and damp with sweat, appreciating the feel of it even more now. “Should’ve seen yourself. Can’t believe you let me.”
“Why not?” Jared asks, tugging a bit on the longer strands of Jensen’s hair, and Jensen rolls off to let Jared change position. Jared rolls onto his side, back to Jensen, smiling when Jensen snuggles up behind him, arms wrapping around his body. “I trust you.”
“Mmm, you love me,” Jensen slurs happily against the back of his neck, and Jared laughs, picturing the tired, childish smile he knows is showing on Jensen’s face right now.
“Yeah,” he replies, taking one of Jensen’s hands and twining their fingers together, squeezing lightly as he revels in the touch. “Yeah, I guess I do. But next time, you’re getting tied up.” He waits in anticipation for the response, the snort of laughter, whatever comeback Jensen has coming. Instead, he feels Jensen’s breathing even out as it puffs out against his skin, soft snores on each sleepy inhale. He closes his eyes and listens to the sound, a comfort in the dark that gently lulls him to sleep.
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 038. Touch.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2,973
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: It’s bondage-y? And kind of hardcore.
Summary: Jensen pays Jared back for the “free space” comment at Asylum.
Disclaimer: Yeah, I don’t even know them, and this is total fiction. And I don’t even know if it’s good. Ferrealz, this might suck. And I apologize in advance, if it does! Never really done one like this before. So feel free to yay or boo.
Author's Notes: Some references for this fic? You definitely need to see this video! It kind of explains everything. Also, various Tweets from the con said Jared likes to be called “baby.” And various reports mention Jared saying it freaks him out when he gets tied up (literally) on the show. You can find more info here.
Jared wakes up to Jensen’s mouth around his cock, lubed fingers rubbing down into the crease of his ass, and he feels a tension in his body that he probably shouldn’t when he bucks his hips up against Jensen’s face. Jensen pulls off, fingers slipping inside him, and that’s when he realizes he can’t move his left arm. It’s above his head, and he tugs, turning to look when he feels the restraint there. He sees his wrist tied to the headboard, and his gasp of fear is cut off by one of pleasure, Jensen’s fingers driving in deep and stroking over his prostate. He’s caught between the two emotions, fear and pleasure, dread settling in his chest as his cock twitches against his stomach, and he tugs at the restraint again. It’s soft and smooth, like silk, but knotted tight, and he wonders when the hell Jensen learned to tie things like he was in the military.
He looks down at Jensen and sees fierceness in his eyes, the kind that both intimidates him and sends all the blood in his body rushing south. Jensen pulls his fingers free and moves up Jared’s body, and Jared feels silk brushing over his opposite wrist. He flinches, and when he looks at Jensen again, there’s a question beneath the heated stare. Jensen’s hand closes over his free wrist, over the silk there, and he leans down close to Jared’s ear, whispering softly, as if speaking any louder would be a break in character.
“Tell me to stop, and I will.”
Jared realizes then that Jensen had only tied his left wrist while he was sleeping for a reason: Jensen was giving him an out. Jared could stop Jensen himself right now; push him away, and use his right hand to free himself. Jensen pulls back a little, just enough to flick the tip of his tongue over Jared’s lips. His voice is louder this time when he speaks, and it’s harder, rougher.
“This is payback, you know.”
Jared’s about to ask what for when Jensen pulls back further and looks him in the eye, waiting for Jared’s answer. Silk and skin play over his wrist and Jared hesitates. But Jensen’s asking him. For all Jensen’s power and dominance and even the suggestion of payback, he’s making it clear that this is just play; that Jared can say no at any time, and that’ll be the end of it. His cock twitches again, getting wet at the tip, and he makes his decision, lifting his head as much as he can to press his lips against Jensen’s. He doesn’t move any other muscles, doesn’t try to wrench his right wrist out of Jensen’s grasp. And when Jensen shoves him back down, he lets him, the smoldering look Jensen gives him enough to have him suppressing a moan. He lets Jensen tie his other wrist to the headboard, tight knots again, and it’s a strange feeling, but it’s Jensen, and the uneasy feeling in his stomach subsides.
“So what did I do?” Jared asks, daring to break the silence and grinning slyly. “Was I bad?”
Jensen just glares at him and smirks a little, and Jared knows that Jensen’s thoughts are mocking him for sounding like he’s a chick in a bad porno. And then Jensen’s settling up close, straddling his chest and stroking himself, and Jared can’t help the way his mouth waters at the sight of Jensen’s cock straining in his fist, so close to his lips.
“That big mouth of yours,” Jensen says, leaning forward and holding himself so that the head of his dick brushes over Jared’s lips, and Jared feels pre-come smearing over them. “Always gets you in trouble, Jay. Should really think before you speak.”
Jared still doesn’t know what this is about, but he has no time to ask, heart thundering in his chest as Jensen gets a hand under the back of his head, cradling it as his dick presses forward, and Jared opens up without complaint. Jensen immediately shoves in, nearly all the way, and Jared’s surprise is muffled by Jensen’s hard flesh as he squeezes his eyes shut and fights the urge to gag. They’ve done this before, Jensen fucking Jared’s mouth, filling it completely. But Jared’s never been restrained like this, and his eyes water when Jensen slowly pushes the rest of the way in, pressing into the back of Jared’s throat, his balls resting on Jared’s chin, tiny hairs tickling at Jared’s nose. Jared swallows and hears Jensen moan, and he does his best to breathe through his nose, breathe in Jensen’s scent. He’s let Jensen dominate him like this before, but he’s still used to participating, to touching, and it’s killing him now that he can’t touch Jensen the way he wants to, rubbing his hands up and down Jensen’s tensed and toned thighs as he thrusts in and out of Jared’s mouth.
But Jensen isn’t thrusting now; hasn’t moved at all. He’s still, holding Jared’s mouth open wide, all the way into his throat, and he stays like that until Jared’s jaw starts to ache. Only then does Jensen slide slowly back out, and Jared feels every inch, every ridge over the flat of his tongue. He pulls all the way out and lets Jared suck in a deep breath before fitting himself between Jared’s lips again, and now Jensen’s hand is moving from behind Jared’s head. Jared feels added pressure on the headboard as Jensen reaches up to grip it, and that’s when Jensen starts thrusting, and it’s hard and dirty, and Jared does his best to breathe and swirl his tongue, moaning when he can, Jensen grunting with each push inward.
Jensen pulls out abruptly, moving away, and Jared sucks in air greedily, his face suddenly cool without the heat of Jensen against it, the bitter tang of Jensen’s pre-come still on his tongue. Jared’s almost lightheaded now, and he groans low in the back of his throat when Jensen’s fingers press into him again, two of them twisting inside. He watches, looks down to see Jensen working him open, Jensen’s dick heavy and hard where he’s crouching on the bed, and he can see how wet it is now, glistening in the moonlight. He moans appreciatively at the sight of it, and his eyes close with the effort of trying to fuck himself on Jensen’s fingers. It’s a lot harder than he thought it would be in this position, and his shoulders are already burning, the muscles in his lower body working double-time. Jensen holds him down then with a hand on his abdomen and adds another finger, setting a quick, rough pace. He spreads his legs open as wide as he can, bending them more at the knees when Jensen pulls his fingers out and moves between them. Jensen’s eyes are dark now, and he keeps eye contact with Jared while he settles into position, lines himself up with Jared’s hole.
It’s less than a second after Jared feels Jensen brushing against his entrance that Jensen’s full length penetrates him in one hard thrust, and it nearly punches the air from Jared’s lungs. He barely gets one breath back in before Jensen’s pulling back and thrusting back in again, and suddenly the restraints don’t even matter, because he wouldn’t be able to move now even if he wasn’t tied up. The pace Jensen sets is unrelenting, unforgiving, and Jared knows he’s already been calling Jensen’s name, Jensen biting at his collarbone as he wraps his legs around Jensen’s body. Jensen’s sliding deeper now, and Jared suddenly wonders why Jensen made such a big deal out of this, because it seems like it’s going to be over way too fast. Jared can feel his orgasm building, and they’re both moaning uncontrollably now, Jensen’s hips already stuttering. He fights to keep his eyes open, because he loves this part; loves the way Jensen looks just before he comes, face beautifully flushed and eyes focused on his, disbelief and pleasure-pain every time, mouth falling open on elongated cries. He sees it. He sees it all, closing his eyes, and feeling the burn in his muscles when he arches up into Jensen.
And then Jensen pulls out. He pulls out, and Jared’s eyes snap open. Jensen’s out of reach at the foot of the bed, gripping the base of his cock tight and panting heavily, groaning and shuddering. Jared curses, tugging at his bonds, his balls beginning to ache.
“Jensen, what the fuck?!”
Jensen opens his eyes and looks up at him. The bastard grins, and it’s wicked and dark, and Jared curses himself for agreeing to this. His orgasm had been so close, he could fucking taste it.
“Is there a problem, Jared?” Jensen asks, breath still a little short, sitting back on his heels and stroking himself lazily. Jared’s eyes zero in on the thick length that had just been inside him, and he fights his bonds again, glaring angrily at Jensen when he realizes they won’t budge.
“This is bullshit, Jensen. Get me off, or let me go.”
“Always so impatient,” Jensen laughs, then cuts himself off with a groan, thrusting slightly into his hand.
“Jens-”
“You know what you’re feeling now, Jared?” Jensen cuts him off, teasing, still smiling as he tugs on his cock. “Free space.”
“Oh, God,” Jared breathes, laughing just a little madly and rolling his eyes. “Is that what this is about?”
“Should watch what you say, Jared.” Jensen warns, expression serious now, still jerking himself off slowly.
“I only said it,” he says, unable to help the nasty grin that spreads across his own face as he looks down at Jensen, “Because I knew you’d get like this.” At that, Jensen stops touching himself, and he crawls up Jared’s body, looming over him, not actually touching him.
“You wanted me to do this?” Jared shivers at the hot breath that ghosts over him, the deepness of Jensen’s voice. “You wanted me to take you…to fuck you.” Jensen chuckles, and the ache in Jared’s balls suddenly feels more prominent, Jensen leaning down to lick his neck. “But you didn’t think I’d tie you up. Did you?”
“No,” Jared admits, the feeling still new to him. He wants to touch Jensen, to run his fingers through Jensen’s longer hair, flip them over so that he can fuck himself on Jensen’s cock. But he can’t, and Jensen’s gone again, stepping off the bed this time, hand back on his cock as he backs away slowly, leaning against the wall.
“I should leave you here,” Jensen says, face a mask of seriousness, and Jared feels fear spark inside of him again. “Should just leave you here like this, and let you think about what you’ve done.”
“No,” Jared says again, ignoring the rise in his voice. He can’t help the beginnings of panic that set in, and he starts struggling with vigor, making the horrifying realization that he can’t feel his hands anymore. He’s always trusted Jensen, but he’s never done this before, and while he likes Jensen taking control, he’s never enjoyed the feeling of being tied down. The situation throws him off, and for a minute, he lets himself slip, thinks maybe he actually managed to piss Jensen off, and that maybe Jensen’s really going to leave him here like this. But then Jensen’s back on the bed, just out of reach again, and Jared relaxes a bit, reminding himself that this is Jensen, and this is just play.
“Maybe,” Jensen says, stroking himself with more vigor now, “I should just make you watch.”
Jared wants to protest, tell Jensen how badly he needs Jensen inside him, how much he needs to come. But then Jensen stares at him, and Jared almost thinks he’s going to do it, going to finish without him, leave him hanging, and he almost wants him to; wants to keep watching. Jensen’s pleasuring himself like no one else is in the room, grunting and groaning, little hitches in his breath as his hips snap up into his fist, eyes closing as he catches his bottom lip in his teeth. If Jared wasn’t so on edge right now, he would just keep watching. But he can’t, needs more, can’t wait any longer without begging, staring down at what’s definitely not free space between Jensen’s legs.
“Please.” Jensen raises an eyebrow, but keeps going, and Jared’s hips lift with a mind of their own, no friction to be had above him. He lets his head fall back on the pillows, and knows how goddamn desperate and pathetic he sounds when he speaks again. “Jensen, please. I need you to just…I need you to fuck me.”
There’s silence, and he closes his eyes in frustration, the throbbing in his crotch almost unbearable now. He’s ready to beg again when suddenly Jensen grips his hips and shoves himself all the way in, Jared’s eyes snapping open as he cries out in surprise and pleasure. But before the sound of his voice even dies out, Jensen’s gone again, leaving Jared empty and clenching around nothing, and Jared fucking whimpers, turning his face into the pillows.
“It’s not fair,” he finds himself saying, and it’s more of a whine than he’s probably ever made in his life. But he’s sweating, and he’s sore, and he’s so damn hard and aching, and, “Fuck!” he shouts, throat feeling raw, when Jensen thrusts all the way in and pulls out again. And then he’s babbling, not even sure what the hell he’s saying. “God, Jensen, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, just please, fuck, so big, you’re so big inside me, just fuck me, please…”
“Shhh, shhh,” Jensen soothes, and suddenly he’s on top of Jared again, kissing him all soft and gentle. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” And then he’s pressing inside of Jared again, full and thick, and he stays. “Come on,” Jensen says, and his hand is between them now, gripping Jared’s cock. Jared gasps and jerks violently, the muscles in his body screaming as he tries to press back against Jensen’s cock and thrust up into his hand. “I forgive you,” Jensen breathes, and Jared makes some sort of needy sound he can’t even identify when Jensen starts up the same unrelenting, unforgiving pace as he did before.
He gives up, lets his muscles loosen, because Jensen’s doing all the work now, every ounce of strength and power he has devoted to getting them both off, jerking Jared in time with his thrusts, and Jared can feel the strain in Jensen’s body, hear it in his voice. Jensen kisses him, rubs up against his prostate and swipes his thumb over the head of his dick, and Jared arches, Jensen’s mouth moving to his neck. Jensen’s name is on his lips again, over and over, and he’s almost there now, getting closer and closer.
“Come on,” Jensen growls in his ear, nipping at it lightly. His voice is pure sex, and Jared’s eyes squeeze themselves shut as his entire body tenses. “Come on, baby.”
Jared’s eyes snap open again, and his breath catches in his throat before he finally screams, convulsing beneath Jensen and coming in spurts between their bodies. He contracts around Jensen, gasping at how fucking big Jensen really is, how full he really feels, and he’s only dimly aware of Jensen’s final cry, his body shaking over Jared’s. Jared groans, still catching his breath when Jensen goes to pull out almost immediately, and he wraps his legs around him, keeping him there.
“Wait,” he rasps, voice wrecked, and he feels Jensen’s softening cock give one last twitch inside of him. “Just…stay.” He clenches deliberately around the impressive length inside of him, and Jensen groans and shudders, oversensitive now.
“Your hands,” Jensen says, pressing a quick kiss to Jared’s lips. “I have to let you down.”
Jared lets him go then, remembering the loss of feeling in his hands, and Jensen pulls out, reaching for the knots over Jared’s left wrist. Jared hisses at the feel of pins and needles in his hand, and Jensen lowers it slowly, kissing his wrist, his palm, and rubbing the limb between both hands. He watches, sighing appreciatively when Jensen uses the soft silk to clean up the mess on his stomach, between his legs. Jensen moves over him then, to the opposite wrist, giving it the same treatment as the first, the silk tossed away as Jensen finally settles down on the bed with him, pressing kisses along the column of his neck.
“’Mazing, Jay,” Jensen drawls tiredly, laying his head on Jared’s chest, and Jared finally moves his fingers through Jensen’s hair, soft and damp with sweat, appreciating the feel of it even more now. “Should’ve seen yourself. Can’t believe you let me.”
“Why not?” Jared asks, tugging a bit on the longer strands of Jensen’s hair, and Jensen rolls off to let Jared change position. Jared rolls onto his side, back to Jensen, smiling when Jensen snuggles up behind him, arms wrapping around his body. “I trust you.”
“Mmm, you love me,” Jensen slurs happily against the back of his neck, and Jared laughs, picturing the tired, childish smile he knows is showing on Jensen’s face right now.
“Yeah,” he replies, taking one of Jensen’s hands and twining their fingers together, squeezing lightly as he revels in the touch. “Yeah, I guess I do. But next time, you’re getting tied up.” He waits in anticipation for the response, the snort of laughter, whatever comeback Jensen has coming. Instead, he feels Jensen’s breathing even out as it puffs out against his skin, soft snores on each sleepy inhale. He closes his eyes and listens to the sound, a comfort in the dark that gently lulls him to sleep.