Secret Santa #2: J2 Fic: Buttercup
Title: Buttercup
Author: tinkabell007
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3100 words
Summary: Hot domestic J2 smut. Do I need to say more? :D It’s basically just PWP - with very, very little plot thrown in there (you actually need a microscope for said plot *g* )
Disclaimer: The boys belong to each other. Sadly, I own nothing *sigh*
Written for munibunny as a Secret Santa gift for spn_j2_xmas She gave me a bunch of preferences and used the word p0rn six times! SIX times, ppl! *lol* So, YES I can take a hint *gg*
munibunny, I hope you like your story! (I have to tell you, I was a little bit scared as I read your name in the assignment email, b/c you are such an awesome writer and I don’t write J2 that often…) So, I hope I live up to the expectations you have for your gift :-)
VERY special thanks to roniabirk for the kick-ass beta!!! ILU! Thank you so much for all your help with this baby!! *throws kisses*
Buttercup
"Honey, I’m home," Jensen announced moodily as he flung the front door shut while shrugging out of his jacket. Sometimes he simply hated re-shoots. Mostly due to the fact that it usually meant staying on set longer than their scheduled shooting plan had predicted. What made it even worse was the fact that only his presence was needed for a couple of close-ups while Jared was free to go. Actually, Eric even dismissed him with the kind words "Have a great evening, Jared" and in the same breath announced "Not for you, Jensen." The mischievous smile that hung from Jared’s lips was best left unaddressed at that moment.
Carelessly, Jensen threw his boots in the nearest corner, putting more force than needed into the task, before he locked the door behind him and made his way in the general direction of Jared’s kitchen - correction - their kitchen. Ever since season four began filming, they found themselves sharing more than just the leading roles of a certain TV show. What started out as sharing some deep meaningful shit and suppressed feelings for three fucking years, finally ended with the exchange of certain bodily fluids.
"Dude, since when I’m your honey?" Jensen heard Jared say seconds before he felt hands on his shoulders and was flung around to face his co-star.
"Well, I could always call you my big, fluffy teddy bear," Jensen grunted, reaching out to playfully ruffle Jared’s hair "But I guess people would look strangely at you," he paused, musing "or, you know, even more strangely than they usually do."
"You are a dork," Jared grinned and before Jensen could protest - well, not that he wanted to - he was leaning down and kissing him.
Well, this thing between the two of them? It started right around the time Jared asked Jensen to move in with him. That finally marked the beginning of the end of their eternal dance around each other’s feelings.
You know how it is. You work side by side all day long, for unholy hours a day, nine months out of the year; not to mention all these public events and parties you have to attend to please your ‘oh so awesome’ network.
Then there’s the matter of zero privacy or personal space, especially when your co-star slash best friend is none other than Jared ‘what is personal space’ Padalecki. And suddenly, all these suppressed feelings you’ve been successfully burying since day one, sneak up on you, literally tearing down those solid walls you’ve managed to build over the last three years. And before you knew it you are making out in the safe shadows of your trailers between takes or are fucking all the time on lazy Sunday mornings … and afternoons … and nights. Well, we’ve all been there, right? So, really, nothing new to see here.
"Missed you," Jared mumbled as he moved on to Jensen’s neck, his tongue dancing over the soft and warm skin of his pulse point, leaving wet traces.
"You just saw me, remember? On the set? Like an hour ago while you were allowed to leave!" Jensen intended to sound snarky, to lay some annoyance in his voice, but all that escaped his mouth was a heavy moan while he forcefully grabbed Jared’s head, redirecting it to face him again. A thread of hot, ragged air was lingering between their faces.
"Exactly," Jared breathed, "Way too long if you ask me." His words were muffled as his mouth was already crashing down on Jensen’s again, tongue snaking out, softly tracing the soft flesh of Jensen’s full lips, demanding access.
The kiss, that started out so slowly and tenderly, picked up speed the second their tongues collided. Both of Jared’s hands shot up, grabbing Jensen’s face to pull him even closer, their mouths working in a perfect rhythm and much needed air seemed to be forgotten as no one was willing to lose this battle.
It was Jensen who finally had to break away, his chest heaving - once, twice - as his lungs claimed the previously denied oxygen. But that’s all he got, because Jared was already back, his mouth resting on his lips, greedy hands pulling Jensen into him, teeth biting and tugging his lower lip.
With no visible means of escape, Jensen had no other choice but to grab hold and steady himself on Jared’s hips as he proceeded to suck the life out of him.
"God, I want you," Jared groaned, one of his hands creeping its way down to Jensen’s zipper, pulling and tugging ferociously.
"Bed," Jensen moaned in response, the word was more hot air than an actual word. His hips thrust shallowly forward, pressing against Jared’s fingers and eliciting from him a needy grunt.
The sound of a zipper being pulled down cut through the sea of moans indicated that Jared finally succeeded in his task. "Bed’s too far," he said while grabbing Jensen’s hips and pulling him to the side. To Jensen’s surprise, he found himself suddenly pressed against some piece of furniture, rough edges digging into his back.
A broken "Jared…" fell off his lips, as he felt hands gliding under his ass, and with a smooth hitch he was pulled up onto the hallway dresser. Jensen’s brain was still functioning enough to register an image of the dresser in his head and guessed how much abuse it could handle before offering more than bruises that gave pleasure along with the pain.
Snapping his attention back to Jared, he realized he was not only sitting on the dresser but his jeans were also already tucked down to his knees and all 6’4” of pure Jared were pressing right up to him. See? Jared and recognizing personal space? Never gonna happen.
"But the dogs..." Jensen started to complain, because really, the very last thing on his mind of having a good time was having his toes licked by an uber-hyper German-Shepherd while its owner was doing some pretty naughty stuff to him. That would be just wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
"…are safely locked away in the back yard," Jared snickered as his hands tugged at Jensen’s black boxers before pulling them all the way down, taking the rest of his jeans right with them. "Jen," he whispered as his mouth once again crashed over Jensen’s, his hands roaming hungrily over the fabric of Jensen’s shirt, quickly working their way down to Jensen’s hard and leaking cock.
"I love seeing you like this," Jared whispered.
Jensen’s only response was a needy grunt accompanied with his unsteady breathing.
Finally, Jared’s hands reached their destination and light touches of fingertips were running up and down the length of Jensen’s erection. Jared placed one hand on the wall, right beside Jensen’s head, to steady himself, while his other hand started teasing Jensen with some very slow and loose strokes.
Jensen arched into Jared’s touch, seeking out more friction than Jared was willing to give… yet. His cock was already full-on hard and pulsing, needing more - demanding more.
With every skillful twist and flick of Jared’s wrist, Jensen could feel his breathing become more and more shaky and uneven. A warm and very familiar pull started to grow in his groin as a wave of pleasure was lurking just around the corner in every fiber of his body. "Stop teasing…You’re…" was all he managed to press out before Jared’s hand suddenly tightened around the base of his chock, successfully shutting his co-star up.
Jared smirked, satisfied, his tongue dancing playfully over his lower lip. "Oh, patience. We haven’t even started, buttercup."
Jensen’s eyes slid open and stared through half-moon slits at Jared. "Dude… you didn’t… you just didn’t call me buttercup? What the hell?"
"Well, when I’m your honey, you are definitely my buttercup, buttercup."
Jensen felt the urge to roll his eyes, but he was too focused on their hallway antics and already too spent for any verbal fight. So, he settled for a simple answer. “Well, from now on I’ll never call you honey again.”
"’S too bad, cause I think I like buttercup." Jared pressed a light kiss on Jensen’s forehead, knowing exactly how to push Jensen’s buttons. All of his buttons. "My sweet little horny buttercup."
"I hate you and I…" Jensen grunted, but any further words were replaced by a heavy gasp as Jared suddenly grew bored with a conversation that didn’t involve any cries of "God" and "ahhh". His strokes picked up on speed, hands now gliding hard and rough over Jensen’s cock.
"You were sayin’?"
"Nnghhh…" Jensen murmured. His shoulders were tightly pressed against the wall behind him, back curving hollowly in an almost painful angle, ass just barely balancing on the very edge of the dresser. His legs seemed to be dangling down on either side of Jared’s hips, desperately seeking for any kind of hold. Jared’s hand, once again, changed the speed and Jensen almost got too distracted by the new sensation applied to his cock that he didn’t notice Jared’s other hand was no longer pressed against the wall beside his head.
No, because now, one of his fingers was rubbing the tender flesh of his hole, with only the very tip dipping teasingly inside.
"God, Jare… ’M so close," Jensen groaned, arching against Jared’s finger.
And boy, wasn’t that the wrong thing to say, because the next thing Jared did was stop all of his movements entirely.
Jensen’s cock curled angrily up against his belly, red and swollen, heavy drops of pre-cum dripping from the crown. "Jared…I," his words were panted, while his eyes were trying to focus on Jared in front of him.
"Nuh uh," Jared replied, "You’re not coming before I’m stretching you open, completely buried inside of you." He reached behind, digging his fingers into the back pocket of his jeans and a half-empty tube of lube and a condom magically appeared. "The place were I belong," he added, flicking the cap of the tube open, applying a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, before reaching back down to Jensen’s hole.
Jared’s shoulders fell forward, as he slowly and carefully pressed two fingers in Jensen heated body. His head was resting on Jensen’s left shoulder, mouth only mere inches away from Jensen’s head.
"Gonna make you scream, Jen. You hear me? Gonna make you scream until you’re hoarse, begging me to let you come," Jared breathed into his ear. Hot air was ghosting between their bodies, wrapping Jared’s spoken words into a blissful fog. "And you know what, Jen?" His fingers dipped in further, knuckles buried deep inside, stretching and pulling at Jensen’s walls.
Jensen was no longer physically able to form words. Partly due to the fact that any kind of language seemed to have left his brain like hours ago and reduced him to a moaning puppet for Jared’s fingers.
"You know what I will do then, Jen?" Jared’s tongue snaked out, tracing the outline of Jensen’s ear. "I’ll drive into you, hard and fast, until you can’t breathe, until the only thing on your mind is me." His tongue danced down his ear, over to Jensen’s neck. "My cock. Inside. Of. You. And you gonna take it with my name hanging from your pretty lips."
A third finger was suddenly pressed inside. "Oh God…" Jensen whimpered, his hips needily trusting forward, his ass threatening to slip off the edge of the dresser.
"That’s right. And then, just then, I’ll think about letting you come." He twisted his fingers to hit Jensen’s prostate, his other hand grabbing Jensen’s hip, stopping him from edging forward. "Oh and Jensen?" he added "I promise you, when you come, it’ll hit you so hard that you won’t even remember your name… all you’ll remember is that I did this to you. That I was the one making you fall apart completely. My sweet little buttercup."
"God, Jare… please! I need… I just… I…" Jensen fought against the tight grip of Jared’s hand on his hip, wanting… no, needing his fingers deeper and harder inside of him, the burning sensation long gone, now replaced by pure rapture.
"You ready for me, Jen? You want me to make you feel good?" Jared withdrew his fingers, hurryingly pulling his own jeans down to free his cock. Quite a large pool of pre-cum was already glistering on the tip of his head, indicating that the scene in front of him didn’t leave him unfazed either. He ripped the condom open and pulled it over his cock.
Jensen didn’t even bother with an answer, just desperately waited for Jared’s next move.
With quick strokes, Jared applied lube all over his dick before grabbing it at the base and edging forward, placing the tip to Jensen’s already red and swollen hole.
Jensen placed both of his hands on Jared’s biceps, his legs hooked tightly right under the curve of Jared’s ass, pulling him forward and forcing the head in.
Both men groaned with the sudden sensation. "Eager much?" Jared breathed out, sliding forward and finally thrusting in Jensen’s tight heat.
Jensen’s skin was shimmering with a thin layer of sweat, his eyes dark; pupils blown with nothing but need as his ass hungrily swallowed Jared’s cock.
One of Jared’s hands was placed on Jensen’s back, holding him close, while his other hand found the spot on the wall again, providing him with some steadiness. "Jen," he moaned as he finally was completely buried inside, balls pressed up against Jensen’s skin, holding still to give him some time to get used to the new sensation.
Jensen’s moans filled the hallway, the sweet sound echoing off the walls. His tongue danced over his lips, applying much needed moisture to their dryness. "God, yeah," he said, voice low and rough, before one of his hands slipped up to the back of Jared’s head, fingers threading through the sweat-damped hair, forcing him forward to a passionate kiss.
"Move," Jensen whispered only a few seconds later, their mouths still sealed together.
Jared exhaled gratefully as he started to pull out and glide back in. His pace was slow at first, teasingly, meeting Jensen’s forward trusts perfectly. His hand on his lover’s back tightened, fingers digging in his heated skin, leaving a set of white little marks.
"God… Jensen," Jared gasped as Jensen let go of his hair and returned to grip his biceps.
"Harder Jay," Jensen’s encouraged "Come on…"
Beads of sweat were gathering on Jared’s forehead, dampening his bangs even more. The smell of sex was lingering in the air as his pace picked up and his thrusts became sharper.
"God… yes," Jensen bit down hard on his lip as Jared hit the special spot inside. His head and shoulders were banging against the wall. For a moment, Jensen thought how grateful he was for having a house of their own, with no nosey neighbours lurking right behind that wall. A wall impossibly full of picture frames, capturing precious little family moments. Jesus, those neighbours wouldn’t be very fond of those frames rattling against the wall in unison with Jared’s thrusts. That would be just wrong… and kind of embarrassing, too.
"Jen… so fucking beautiful," Jared breathed out as he surged forward, slamming his mouth over Jensen’s pulse point, sucking down hard, lips burning wet kisses in his flesh. His hand pressed against Jensen’s shoulder blade, pressing his body even closer to him. His hips were now working a fast and hard rhythm, making sure to hit Jensen’s prostate every single time.
Jensen’s cock was tightly trapped between their bodies. With every forward thrust he rubbed it up Jared’s muscled stomach, feeling every curve of his abs rippling against him, providing sweet, welcoming friction.
"Close…" was all Jensen could muster between gasps and moans as he tightened his grip on Jared’s biceps.
Jared took this as an encouragement to slide his hands under Jensen’s ass, lifting him up a bit to change the angle of his thrusts. "So… what’s keeping you?" Jared asked, his voice nothing but hot breath against Jensen’s skin, as he drove even deeper inside of him. "Come on, Jen…show me what you’ve got."
It only took two more thrusts and Jensen was gone. Gone in the most impossible and blissful way of gone. Jared’s name was hanging sharply from his lips in a silent scream, his eyes rolled back and his head banged hard against the wall. His breath was taken away completely as the orgasm hit him hard, leaving milky white strands of cum all over Jared’s stomach.
"Jen…" Jared whispered before he was hit with the full extent of Jensen’s orgasm. Jensen’s walls clenched around him, practically milking his own release out of him. "Oh God, Jen…" A warm wave, starting from the tip of his toes and spreading quickly throughout his whole body, surged through his veins as he followed Jensen and finally went over the edge as well. His hips jerked irregularly forward, his cock twitched furiously inside of Jensen. He managed to apply a few more sloppy thrusts before he slumped forward, his knees threatening to slack away. Both his hands pressed steadily against the wall, his head resting in the crook of Jensen’s neck, hair sticking them both.
Jensen’s legs were still hooked behind Jared’s ass, neatly linked by his ankles, keeping Jared in place. His hands traced up and down Jared’s back. "That was pretty much…"
"…wow," Jared finished the sentence for him. He pulled back slightly to gaze into Jensen’s flushed face.
"Yeah…" Jensen agreed, opening his eyes the tiniest sliver to peek into Jared’s. "You have no idea what you do to me," he panted out.
Jared smiled "Oh, actually, I think I have a pretty good picture, buttercup."
Jensen huffed playfully and rolled his eyes "You aren’t letting that go, are ya?"
"Nope, ‘s not likely to happen." Jared grinned even more, reaching up to cup Jensen’s face "What do you say we clean up and then bring the show to the bedroom, huh?" Registering Jensen’s flabbergasted look, he added quickly "Oh please, this was just the appetizer. Wait for the entrée." He bit his lip seductively while unhooking Jensen’s legs and slowly pulling out. He extended his hand to help Jensen off the dresser.
Jared shot him a wicked grin as Jensen linked his fingers wordlessly with his and they both headed for the downstairs bathroom.
So yeah, as it turned out, this working late thing? Not so bad after all.
- the end -
Thank you for reading!! :-)
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Author: tinkabell007
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3100 words
Summary: Hot domestic J2 smut. Do I need to say more? :D It’s basically just PWP - with very, very little plot thrown in there (you actually need a microscope for said plot *g* )
Disclaimer: The boys belong to each other. Sadly, I own nothing *sigh*
Written for munibunny as a Secret Santa gift for spn_j2_xmas She gave me a bunch of preferences and used the word p0rn six times! SIX times, ppl! *lol* So, YES I can take a hint *gg*
munibunny, I hope you like your story! (I have to tell you, I was a little bit scared as I read your name in the assignment email, b/c you are such an awesome writer and I don’t write J2 that often…) So, I hope I live up to the expectations you have for your gift :-)
VERY special thanks to roniabirk for the kick-ass beta!!! ILU! Thank you so much for all your help with this baby!! *throws kisses*
Buttercup
"Honey, I’m home," Jensen announced moodily as he flung the front door shut while shrugging out of his jacket. Sometimes he simply hated re-shoots. Mostly due to the fact that it usually meant staying on set longer than their scheduled shooting plan had predicted. What made it even worse was the fact that only his presence was needed for a couple of close-ups while Jared was free to go. Actually, Eric even dismissed him with the kind words "Have a great evening, Jared" and in the same breath announced "Not for you, Jensen." The mischievous smile that hung from Jared’s lips was best left unaddressed at that moment.
Carelessly, Jensen threw his boots in the nearest corner, putting more force than needed into the task, before he locked the door behind him and made his way in the general direction of Jared’s kitchen - correction - their kitchen. Ever since season four began filming, they found themselves sharing more than just the leading roles of a certain TV show. What started out as sharing some deep meaningful shit and suppressed feelings for three fucking years, finally ended with the exchange of certain bodily fluids.
"Dude, since when I’m your honey?" Jensen heard Jared say seconds before he felt hands on his shoulders and was flung around to face his co-star.
"Well, I could always call you my big, fluffy teddy bear," Jensen grunted, reaching out to playfully ruffle Jared’s hair "But I guess people would look strangely at you," he paused, musing "or, you know, even more strangely than they usually do."
"You are a dork," Jared grinned and before Jensen could protest - well, not that he wanted to - he was leaning down and kissing him.
Well, this thing between the two of them? It started right around the time Jared asked Jensen to move in with him. That finally marked the beginning of the end of their eternal dance around each other’s feelings.
You know how it is. You work side by side all day long, for unholy hours a day, nine months out of the year; not to mention all these public events and parties you have to attend to please your ‘oh so awesome’ network.
Then there’s the matter of zero privacy or personal space, especially when your co-star slash best friend is none other than Jared ‘what is personal space’ Padalecki. And suddenly, all these suppressed feelings you’ve been successfully burying since day one, sneak up on you, literally tearing down those solid walls you’ve managed to build over the last three years. And before you knew it you are making out in the safe shadows of your trailers between takes or are fucking all the time on lazy Sunday mornings … and afternoons … and nights. Well, we’ve all been there, right? So, really, nothing new to see here.
"Missed you," Jared mumbled as he moved on to Jensen’s neck, his tongue dancing over the soft and warm skin of his pulse point, leaving wet traces.
"You just saw me, remember? On the set? Like an hour ago while you were allowed to leave!" Jensen intended to sound snarky, to lay some annoyance in his voice, but all that escaped his mouth was a heavy moan while he forcefully grabbed Jared’s head, redirecting it to face him again. A thread of hot, ragged air was lingering between their faces.
"Exactly," Jared breathed, "Way too long if you ask me." His words were muffled as his mouth was already crashing down on Jensen’s again, tongue snaking out, softly tracing the soft flesh of Jensen’s full lips, demanding access.
The kiss, that started out so slowly and tenderly, picked up speed the second their tongues collided. Both of Jared’s hands shot up, grabbing Jensen’s face to pull him even closer, their mouths working in a perfect rhythm and much needed air seemed to be forgotten as no one was willing to lose this battle.
It was Jensen who finally had to break away, his chest heaving - once, twice - as his lungs claimed the previously denied oxygen. But that’s all he got, because Jared was already back, his mouth resting on his lips, greedy hands pulling Jensen into him, teeth biting and tugging his lower lip.
With no visible means of escape, Jensen had no other choice but to grab hold and steady himself on Jared’s hips as he proceeded to suck the life out of him.
"God, I want you," Jared groaned, one of his hands creeping its way down to Jensen’s zipper, pulling and tugging ferociously.
"Bed," Jensen moaned in response, the word was more hot air than an actual word. His hips thrust shallowly forward, pressing against Jared’s fingers and eliciting from him a needy grunt.
The sound of a zipper being pulled down cut through the sea of moans indicated that Jared finally succeeded in his task. "Bed’s too far," he said while grabbing Jensen’s hips and pulling him to the side. To Jensen’s surprise, he found himself suddenly pressed against some piece of furniture, rough edges digging into his back.
A broken "Jared…" fell off his lips, as he felt hands gliding under his ass, and with a smooth hitch he was pulled up onto the hallway dresser. Jensen’s brain was still functioning enough to register an image of the dresser in his head and guessed how much abuse it could handle before offering more than bruises that gave pleasure along with the pain.
Snapping his attention back to Jared, he realized he was not only sitting on the dresser but his jeans were also already tucked down to his knees and all 6’4” of pure Jared were pressing right up to him. See? Jared and recognizing personal space? Never gonna happen.
"But the dogs..." Jensen started to complain, because really, the very last thing on his mind of having a good time was having his toes licked by an uber-hyper German-Shepherd while its owner was doing some pretty naughty stuff to him. That would be just wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
"…are safely locked away in the back yard," Jared snickered as his hands tugged at Jensen’s black boxers before pulling them all the way down, taking the rest of his jeans right with them. "Jen," he whispered as his mouth once again crashed over Jensen’s, his hands roaming hungrily over the fabric of Jensen’s shirt, quickly working their way down to Jensen’s hard and leaking cock.
"I love seeing you like this," Jared whispered.
Jensen’s only response was a needy grunt accompanied with his unsteady breathing.
Finally, Jared’s hands reached their destination and light touches of fingertips were running up and down the length of Jensen’s erection. Jared placed one hand on the wall, right beside Jensen’s head, to steady himself, while his other hand started teasing Jensen with some very slow and loose strokes.
Jensen arched into Jared’s touch, seeking out more friction than Jared was willing to give… yet. His cock was already full-on hard and pulsing, needing more - demanding more.
With every skillful twist and flick of Jared’s wrist, Jensen could feel his breathing become more and more shaky and uneven. A warm and very familiar pull started to grow in his groin as a wave of pleasure was lurking just around the corner in every fiber of his body. "Stop teasing…You’re…" was all he managed to press out before Jared’s hand suddenly tightened around the base of his chock, successfully shutting his co-star up.
Jared smirked, satisfied, his tongue dancing playfully over his lower lip. "Oh, patience. We haven’t even started, buttercup."
Jensen’s eyes slid open and stared through half-moon slits at Jared. "Dude… you didn’t… you just didn’t call me buttercup? What the hell?"
"Well, when I’m your honey, you are definitely my buttercup, buttercup."
Jensen felt the urge to roll his eyes, but he was too focused on their hallway antics and already too spent for any verbal fight. So, he settled for a simple answer. “Well, from now on I’ll never call you honey again.”
"’S too bad, cause I think I like buttercup." Jared pressed a light kiss on Jensen’s forehead, knowing exactly how to push Jensen’s buttons. All of his buttons. "My sweet little horny buttercup."
"I hate you and I…" Jensen grunted, but any further words were replaced by a heavy gasp as Jared suddenly grew bored with a conversation that didn’t involve any cries of "God" and "ahhh". His strokes picked up on speed, hands now gliding hard and rough over Jensen’s cock.
"You were sayin’?"
"Nnghhh…" Jensen murmured. His shoulders were tightly pressed against the wall behind him, back curving hollowly in an almost painful angle, ass just barely balancing on the very edge of the dresser. His legs seemed to be dangling down on either side of Jared’s hips, desperately seeking for any kind of hold. Jared’s hand, once again, changed the speed and Jensen almost got too distracted by the new sensation applied to his cock that he didn’t notice Jared’s other hand was no longer pressed against the wall beside his head.
No, because now, one of his fingers was rubbing the tender flesh of his hole, with only the very tip dipping teasingly inside.
"God, Jare… ’M so close," Jensen groaned, arching against Jared’s finger.
And boy, wasn’t that the wrong thing to say, because the next thing Jared did was stop all of his movements entirely.
Jensen’s cock curled angrily up against his belly, red and swollen, heavy drops of pre-cum dripping from the crown. "Jared…I," his words were panted, while his eyes were trying to focus on Jared in front of him.
"Nuh uh," Jared replied, "You’re not coming before I’m stretching you open, completely buried inside of you." He reached behind, digging his fingers into the back pocket of his jeans and a half-empty tube of lube and a condom magically appeared. "The place were I belong," he added, flicking the cap of the tube open, applying a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, before reaching back down to Jensen’s hole.
Jared’s shoulders fell forward, as he slowly and carefully pressed two fingers in Jensen heated body. His head was resting on Jensen’s left shoulder, mouth only mere inches away from Jensen’s head.
"Gonna make you scream, Jen. You hear me? Gonna make you scream until you’re hoarse, begging me to let you come," Jared breathed into his ear. Hot air was ghosting between their bodies, wrapping Jared’s spoken words into a blissful fog. "And you know what, Jen?" His fingers dipped in further, knuckles buried deep inside, stretching and pulling at Jensen’s walls.
Jensen was no longer physically able to form words. Partly due to the fact that any kind of language seemed to have left his brain like hours ago and reduced him to a moaning puppet for Jared’s fingers.
"You know what I will do then, Jen?" Jared’s tongue snaked out, tracing the outline of Jensen’s ear. "I’ll drive into you, hard and fast, until you can’t breathe, until the only thing on your mind is me." His tongue danced down his ear, over to Jensen’s neck. "My cock. Inside. Of. You. And you gonna take it with my name hanging from your pretty lips."
A third finger was suddenly pressed inside. "Oh God…" Jensen whimpered, his hips needily trusting forward, his ass threatening to slip off the edge of the dresser.
"That’s right. And then, just then, I’ll think about letting you come." He twisted his fingers to hit Jensen’s prostate, his other hand grabbing Jensen’s hip, stopping him from edging forward. "Oh and Jensen?" he added "I promise you, when you come, it’ll hit you so hard that you won’t even remember your name… all you’ll remember is that I did this to you. That I was the one making you fall apart completely. My sweet little buttercup."
"God, Jare… please! I need… I just… I…" Jensen fought against the tight grip of Jared’s hand on his hip, wanting… no, needing his fingers deeper and harder inside of him, the burning sensation long gone, now replaced by pure rapture.
"You ready for me, Jen? You want me to make you feel good?" Jared withdrew his fingers, hurryingly pulling his own jeans down to free his cock. Quite a large pool of pre-cum was already glistering on the tip of his head, indicating that the scene in front of him didn’t leave him unfazed either. He ripped the condom open and pulled it over his cock.
Jensen didn’t even bother with an answer, just desperately waited for Jared’s next move.
With quick strokes, Jared applied lube all over his dick before grabbing it at the base and edging forward, placing the tip to Jensen’s already red and swollen hole.
Jensen placed both of his hands on Jared’s biceps, his legs hooked tightly right under the curve of Jared’s ass, pulling him forward and forcing the head in.
Both men groaned with the sudden sensation. "Eager much?" Jared breathed out, sliding forward and finally thrusting in Jensen’s tight heat.
Jensen’s skin was shimmering with a thin layer of sweat, his eyes dark; pupils blown with nothing but need as his ass hungrily swallowed Jared’s cock.
One of Jared’s hands was placed on Jensen’s back, holding him close, while his other hand found the spot on the wall again, providing him with some steadiness. "Jen," he moaned as he finally was completely buried inside, balls pressed up against Jensen’s skin, holding still to give him some time to get used to the new sensation.
Jensen’s moans filled the hallway, the sweet sound echoing off the walls. His tongue danced over his lips, applying much needed moisture to their dryness. "God, yeah," he said, voice low and rough, before one of his hands slipped up to the back of Jared’s head, fingers threading through the sweat-damped hair, forcing him forward to a passionate kiss.
"Move," Jensen whispered only a few seconds later, their mouths still sealed together.
Jared exhaled gratefully as he started to pull out and glide back in. His pace was slow at first, teasingly, meeting Jensen’s forward trusts perfectly. His hand on his lover’s back tightened, fingers digging in his heated skin, leaving a set of white little marks.
"God… Jensen," Jared gasped as Jensen let go of his hair and returned to grip his biceps.
"Harder Jay," Jensen’s encouraged "Come on…"
Beads of sweat were gathering on Jared’s forehead, dampening his bangs even more. The smell of sex was lingering in the air as his pace picked up and his thrusts became sharper.
"God… yes," Jensen bit down hard on his lip as Jared hit the special spot inside. His head and shoulders were banging against the wall. For a moment, Jensen thought how grateful he was for having a house of their own, with no nosey neighbours lurking right behind that wall. A wall impossibly full of picture frames, capturing precious little family moments. Jesus, those neighbours wouldn’t be very fond of those frames rattling against the wall in unison with Jared’s thrusts. That would be just wrong… and kind of embarrassing, too.
"Jen… so fucking beautiful," Jared breathed out as he surged forward, slamming his mouth over Jensen’s pulse point, sucking down hard, lips burning wet kisses in his flesh. His hand pressed against Jensen’s shoulder blade, pressing his body even closer to him. His hips were now working a fast and hard rhythm, making sure to hit Jensen’s prostate every single time.
Jensen’s cock was tightly trapped between their bodies. With every forward thrust he rubbed it up Jared’s muscled stomach, feeling every curve of his abs rippling against him, providing sweet, welcoming friction.
"Close…" was all Jensen could muster between gasps and moans as he tightened his grip on Jared’s biceps.
Jared took this as an encouragement to slide his hands under Jensen’s ass, lifting him up a bit to change the angle of his thrusts. "So… what’s keeping you?" Jared asked, his voice nothing but hot breath against Jensen’s skin, as he drove even deeper inside of him. "Come on, Jen…show me what you’ve got."
It only took two more thrusts and Jensen was gone. Gone in the most impossible and blissful way of gone. Jared’s name was hanging sharply from his lips in a silent scream, his eyes rolled back and his head banged hard against the wall. His breath was taken away completely as the orgasm hit him hard, leaving milky white strands of cum all over Jared’s stomach.
"Jen…" Jared whispered before he was hit with the full extent of Jensen’s orgasm. Jensen’s walls clenched around him, practically milking his own release out of him. "Oh God, Jen…" A warm wave, starting from the tip of his toes and spreading quickly throughout his whole body, surged through his veins as he followed Jensen and finally went over the edge as well. His hips jerked irregularly forward, his cock twitched furiously inside of Jensen. He managed to apply a few more sloppy thrusts before he slumped forward, his knees threatening to slack away. Both his hands pressed steadily against the wall, his head resting in the crook of Jensen’s neck, hair sticking them both.
Jensen’s legs were still hooked behind Jared’s ass, neatly linked by his ankles, keeping Jared in place. His hands traced up and down Jared’s back. "That was pretty much…"
"…wow," Jared finished the sentence for him. He pulled back slightly to gaze into Jensen’s flushed face.
"Yeah…" Jensen agreed, opening his eyes the tiniest sliver to peek into Jared’s. "You have no idea what you do to me," he panted out.
Jared smiled "Oh, actually, I think I have a pretty good picture, buttercup."
Jensen huffed playfully and rolled his eyes "You aren’t letting that go, are ya?"
"Nope, ‘s not likely to happen." Jared grinned even more, reaching up to cup Jensen’s face "What do you say we clean up and then bring the show to the bedroom, huh?" Registering Jensen’s flabbergasted look, he added quickly "Oh please, this was just the appetizer. Wait for the entrée." He bit his lip seductively while unhooking Jensen’s legs and slowly pulling out. He extended his hand to help Jensen off the dresser.
Jared shot him a wicked grin as Jensen linked his fingers wordlessly with his and they both headed for the downstairs bathroom.
So yeah, as it turned out, this working late thing? Not so bad after all.
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