There’re plenty of long looks and not-so-casual touches. Add on an abundance of liquor and Jensen is more than ready when Jared tilts his head and asks him if he wants to watch a movie at his place.
They’ve only just met, but Jensen has such a good feeling about this. Jared is tall, a good six and a half feet of muscle and bone, mostly muscle. Jensen likes that, the strength and shape of Jared’s shoulders and arms. He looks forward to the promises of what those limbs can do, and fuck just imagining the length and girth of everything else Jared has to offer …
It’s good when their tongues are tangling and hands groping, legs pressing in all the right places, jeans peeling away. Jensen reaches into Jared’s boxers then stalls when his hand closes tighter than he’d imagined.
Jared moans in his ear and moves into the hand but Jensen can’t respond accordingly. Well, he does move his hand up and down but it’s more in a measure of how far it goes. Or rather, doesn’t go.
Jensen mumbles, mostly to himself, because he’s not sure if he can really file a complaint of False Advertising on a one-night stand.
When Jared gets him on his hands and knees, he’s looking at Jared’s bare bedroom wall until Jared’s long fingers reach inside and draw the most heady groan Jensen’s ever unleashed, and all Jensen can see are sparks inside his eyelids. Yet when Jared moves close, pushes inside, there’s something left to be desired. He doesn’t reach as far as his fingers, doesn’t press as tight, and even when Jensen ruts back into Jared, there isn’t enough. So he begs to be touched, trying to just get there without saying a word about it, even though just thinking about forces him to lose his rhythm.
Jared murmurs in his ear, a string of filthy, encouraging words, and when his giant hand covers Jensen’s dick and strokes in time with his quick thrusts, Jensen focuses on that. His oh thank God is throaty and on a sigh, because Jared’s hand does the trick and he comes quickly after.
Once Jared’s come down, they’re side by side in the bed, heavy breathing and staring at the ceiling. Jared reaches over, wide hand and fingers sliding over Jensen’s belly and patting. “We gotta do that again.”
Jensen rolls his eyes and then shuts them so Jared doesn’t see it. Manages the best he can with an awkward, “Maybe we try something else next time.”
“What? You didn’t like?” Jared asks with a smirk, lolling his head over to look at Jensen.
He can’t keep the tiny squirm off his face and then he squirms again when Jared rises to one elbow.
“Wait. You didn’t … you, you totally came. You were moaning when I was jacking you off.”
“Yeah,” Jensen manages weakly. “Your hands are good. That was good.”
Jared gets sharp as he pushes a hand out. “That was good? What wasn’t?”
“No, I just. Look. We drank a lot. I don’t even know what I’m saying.”
“Man, you are the worst after.”
Jensen’s a lot of things. Often an asshole to people he doesn’t know, gruff and sarcastic to those he knows. But he’s not disrespectful to sexual partners. Never has been, and he’s kind of offended here, but doesn’t have time to do anything about that because Jared moves over and down.
“Fuck you,” Jared mutters as he shifts over Jensen’s legs and then licks at his dick. “This ‘ll be good, too. Asshole.”
MWHAHAHAHA! You know I love when fanon is turned on its head (and in this case, fanon equals Jared with a giant peen), so this was very fun. And Jensen... never change, bb. Never change. :P
They’ve only just met, but Jensen has such a good feeling about this. Jared is tall, a good six and a half feet of muscle and bone, mostly muscle. Jensen likes that, the strength and shape of Jared’s shoulders and arms. He looks forward to the promises of what those limbs can do, and fuck just imagining the length and girth of everything else Jared has to offer …
It’s good when their tongues are tangling and hands groping, legs pressing in all the right places, jeans peeling away. Jensen reaches into Jared’s boxers then stalls when his hand closes tighter than he’d imagined.
Jared moans in his ear and moves into the hand but Jensen can’t respond accordingly. Well, he does move his hand up and down but it’s more in a measure of how far it goes. Or rather, doesn’t go.
Jensen mumbles, mostly to himself, because he’s not sure if he can really file a complaint of False Advertising on a one-night stand.
When Jared gets him on his hands and knees, he’s looking at Jared’s bare bedroom wall until Jared’s long fingers reach inside and draw the most heady groan Jensen’s ever unleashed, and all Jensen can see are sparks inside his eyelids. Yet when Jared moves close, pushes inside, there’s something left to be desired. He doesn’t reach as far as his fingers, doesn’t press as tight, and even when Jensen ruts back into Jared, there isn’t enough. So he begs to be touched, trying to just get there without saying a word about it, even though just thinking about forces him to lose his rhythm.
Jared murmurs in his ear, a string of filthy, encouraging words, and when his giant hand covers Jensen’s dick and strokes in time with his quick thrusts, Jensen focuses on that. His oh thank God is throaty and on a sigh, because Jared’s hand does the trick and he comes quickly after.
Once Jared’s come down, they’re side by side in the bed, heavy breathing and staring at the ceiling. Jared reaches over, wide hand and fingers sliding over Jensen’s belly and patting. “We gotta do that again.”
Jensen rolls his eyes and then shuts them so Jared doesn’t see it. Manages the best he can with an awkward, “Maybe we try something else next time.”
“What? You didn’t like?” Jared asks with a smirk, lolling his head over to look at Jensen.
He can’t keep the tiny squirm off his face and then he squirms again when Jared rises to one elbow.
“Wait. You didn’t … you, you totally came. You were moaning when I was jacking you off.”
“Yeah,” Jensen manages weakly. “Your hands are good. That was good.”
Jared gets sharp as he pushes a hand out. “That was good? What wasn’t?”
“No, I just. Look. We drank a lot. I don’t even know what I’m saying.”
“Man, you are the worst after.”
Jensen’s a lot of things. Often an asshole to people he doesn’t know, gruff and sarcastic to those he knows. But he’s not disrespectful to sexual partners. Never has been, and he’s kind of offended here, but doesn’t have time to do anything about that because Jared moves over and down.
“Fuck you,” Jared mutters as he shifts over Jensen’s legs and then licks at his dick. “This ‘ll be good, too. Asshole.”
And it so is.
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- though I'd love to see him try.
Jared's right, though, Jensen definitely is the worst after.
This, however, was fun.
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