Touch
I dunno where this came from, probably the J2 photo that savingfaith333 sent me the other day. And I am SORRY for the RPS...it couldn;t be helped. Even though I thought I would NEVER do one of these. But anyone else notice how much the boys touch each other?
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Jared doesn't know when it started. But every time he sees Jensen he can't help but touch him, its like he needs to reassure himself that he's still there. And he doesn't know why. Its not like Jensen has a habit of not being around, because he always is. Is always within reach of Jared. But Jared still can't help himself.
Whether its a meaningless touch of the shoulder, a quick manly clap when a particularly hard scene has been wrapped up. Or a hug when filming calls for it. Or throwing an arm around his shoulder when posing. Its just seems natural. And it also seems like Jensen has the same affliction. Because he leans into Jared's touches. Or puts his hand on his chest when Jared throws his large arm over his shoulder and pulls him slightly closer than normal. A hand to steady himself. And its usually just over his heart.
And Jared hates the way he, himself, gets steadied when Jensen's hand lands on his chest. Hates it and loves it all at the same time.
Because its not normal. Jensen is his friend, the best goddamn friend in the world, but still just a friend and he shouldn't be wanting to feel skin under his hand not material.
Which is why he knows its probably not a good idea that he is now slumped against Jensen's couch in his trailer, as drunk as he is, with Jensen just as drunk, slouched against him and slurring his words.
“Seriously, dude.” Jensen murmurs and Jared can't remember what they were talking about. He looks at Jensen, although it takes his eyes a couple of seconds to focus.
Jensen looks adorable. Cheeks flushed with alcohol, hair messy and sticking up every which way. He frowns slightly.
“What was I saying?” Jared shakes his head, because he honestly can't remember himself. He's been lost since the first moment he looked at Jensen and wondered what his skin felt like against his hands.
Jensen plants both hands on the floor in front of him and pushes himself up with a groan and a stumble. Jared hasn't move so fast in a long time and has his hands round Jensen's arms before Jensen can fall. Jensen grins stupidly up at him.
“Thanks man. I love you, you know.” He slurs. Jared rolls his eyes, ignoring the fluttering in his stomach because he knows Jensen gets tactile when drunk. As if on cue, Jensen's hand slides from Jared's forearm up his shoulder and Jensen is staring at it like it has a mind of its own. Jared shivers slightly.
“You're so freaking awesome.” Jensen continues, more quietly though, as if he's talking to himself. He pauses for a few seconds and Jared holds his breath. Jensen's fingers move to his chest, always on his chest, holding him in place and Jared doesn't know if Jensen is trying to push him away and steadying himself. His fingers absent-mindedly curl and uncurl against his chest, the short nails scraping along the bare skin where material runs out and skin begins. Jared tries not to shiver again when tingles of electricity spread from Jensen's fingertips across his chest and he takes a short breath, hoping that Jensen doesn't notice it. Intoxicated as both of them are this could end up ruining everything they have created between them.
“Hot.” Jensen whispers to himself again and Jared curls his fingers around his wrists. Jensen looks up at him then, the light is dim in the trailer and the lamp in the corner throws shadows on his face, making the edges smoother, yet rougher at the same time and making his eyes darker rendering the expression in them impossible to read. Jared shakes his head slightly to clear it.
Jensen clears his throat and backs away. Jared mourns the loss of his body heat and stares at him as Jensen leans against the counter in the kitchen area.
“I’m…hot. Is it hot in here?” Jensen looks apologetic and Jared wants to ask him what exactly he is trying apologise for, but his eyes seem to be begging for something and Jared can't stop himself from taking a step forward and noticing the way Jensen's hands tighten around the edge of the counter. His knuckles turn white but his eyes are drawing Jared in and he can't stop himself from moving tantalisingly closer to Jensen.
Concentrating on Jensen's gaze, Jared doesn't realise how close he is until Jensen lets out a long trembling breath and Jared feels it against his skin, hot air blowing over him.
“Yeah, it is.” Jared replies and Jensen looks at him again, pupils wide and suddenly Jared is stone cold sober. They are too close, sharing the same air and Jared looks down at him and as far as Jared can tell, sharing the same feelings. Yet they aren't close enough, far too much between them as Jensen's grip tightens on the counter.
Jared becomes all too aware of the missing fingers at his chest, the missing warmth and leans slightly closer, testing the waters between them, the still waters at the moment but the slightest rock, the slightly sway from normal could make them stormy. When Jensen doesn't move away Jared takes a step closer, toes to toes, and Jensen tilts his head upwards, he licks his lips slowly and pulls the bottom one between his teeth.
This is Jared's fantasy; Jensen practically begging for what Jared's is offering with just his eyes, but now he's here, in this situation, Jared has absolutely no idea what the hell to do. Because this situation is far to deep to be described with a single word, far to deep to be described with a string of words.
“Jen.” Jared practically breathes, hating the way his voice sounds desperate, and the pregnant pause before Jensen answers makes Jared nearly pass out.
“Yeah.” He replies in the same voice. And now Jared has the chance to speak, he doesn't know what to say.
“I...don't...” Jared's knees are shaking and he honestly doesn't know they're holding him up, but Jensen lifts himself, standing on tiptoes and lets a breath out across Jared's lips, they are inches apart and Jared can't blame this on alcohol, not anymore. Not when he wants to kiss Jensen more than anything right now.
“Jay.” Jensen says and there is definitely a hint of pleading in his tone. Jared closes the gap between them, tentatively at first, gauging Jensen's response, waiting for his strong hands to push him away. When nothing happens, not even a twitch from Jensen Jared pulls back, watching carefully, an apology ready on his lips.
“Don't you dare apologise.” Jensen says, grabbing Jared by the t-shirt, curling fingers into the material and pulling him sharply back, back to those lips which Jared has been dreaming about for months now. And its like the world has come to an end when Jensen runs his tongue along Jared's lips, and Jared can't stop the small moan escaping his lips as he opens and lets Jensen in.
The kiss is everything he has ever imagined and more. The hint of teeth that Jensen gives him makes Jared grip his arms tighter, unconscious of the fact that he is gripping hard enough to bruise, but even if he was conscious, he wouldn't care, because the way Jensen moans into his mouth, the moan pulled from his toes, makes Jared want to be horizontal, with a lot less clothing, now.
Jensen pulls away, running his mouth along Jared's jaw, placing hot open mouth kisses along, and Jared arches into him at the way his lips catch on Jared's stubble, sending jolts of electricity down his body. And when Jensen bites gently on his pulse point and spins them, the counter digging into Jared's back, Jared feels his jeans getting uncomfortably tight.
Jensen's thigh slips in between his, as his tongue laves at his throat and his hands snake under his t-shirt, warm, rough hands against his skin and Jared can't stop now. His rolls his hips against Jensen's, loving the way it elicits a hiss from his co-star.
Jared can feel how hard Jensen is, how much he wants this, against his thigh as Jensen's head drops to him chest.
“Jay...couch...now.” Jensen sounds desperate, his voice ragged and Jared can do nothing except nod dumbly as Jensen grabs his hands and pulls him out of the kitchen area. Jensen is back, crowding his senses, pushing through all the uncertainties that Jared had at the beginning of the night, his lips warm and insistent against Jared's, his hips bucking mercilessly into Jared's.
Jared growls when Jensen pulls away with a wicked smile and pulls his t-shirt over his head, and reaches forward to take the hem of Jared's in his hands. Jared stops him and something akin to uncertainty flickers across Jensen's face.
“I just...” Jared begins, but trails off when he can't find the words to say that he just wants to look, to feel for a minute and runs his hand down Jensen's chest, his fingers pausing at his nipples. Jensen sighs and his head falls back. Jared's fingers continue their downward journey and curl around Jensen's belt, giving it a sharp tug and Jensen stumbles forward into Jared's chest. His hands go out automatically to stop himself from falling.
“Too many clothes.” He mumbles and grabs Jared's t-shirt and wrenches it over his head, heedlessly throwing it behind him. “Jesus.” He breathes once Jared is shirtless and standing in front of him.
Jared feels a flush of embarrassment bloom across his cheeks but before his has time to shift on the spot like he always does when he's embarrassed, Jensen's hands are at his face and his lips are against his and his tongue is pushing into his mouth, persistent, needy and wanting.
He isn't even aware that they are moving backwards until the couch hits his calves and he stumbles on to the couch, Jensen falling with him and he ends up with a lapfull of Jensen, his legs either side of Jared's, his hips grinding into Jared's and Jared curls his fingers around them as Jensen continues to kiss him breathless, senseless.
Jensen's hand wriggles in between them and snakes into Jared's pants. Jared lets out a moan again when Jensen's hand encircles his already hard cock, fingers knowing and sure. Jared arches up into the touch and Jensen moves one leg off him, pulling Jared with him as he lies down along the couch, not once breaking the kiss that seems to be sucking all the breathe out of Jared's lungs. Jared breaks the kiss, mouthing his way down Jensen's throat, across his collar bone, nipping slightly, and travels down his stomach, pausing at his belly button. Jensen's stomach muscles twitch and tense as Jared continues downwards and Jared lifts his hands from the couch and fumbles with Jensen's belt.
Jensen lifts his hips as Jared gets the buckle undone and peels his jeans down his thighs.
“Jared, please.” Jensen is begging and it honestly the hottest thing that Jared has ever heard, ever seen. Jensen lying on his back, begging for Jared to do something, anything. And Jared can no more refuse than cut off his own arm. His fingers take hold of the waistband on Jensen's boxers and Jensen pulls his lower lip into his mouth as Jared inches the material down.
“Jesus Jared, stop fucking teasing.” Jensen manages to get out and Jared chuckles lightly. He lowers his head, licks of long stripe along the underside of Jensen's cock and blows a cool stream of air, which causes a string of curses to spill from Jensen's lips.
“Such a filthy mouth Jen.” Jared murmurs, his lips inches from Jensen, and Jensen is straining, arching upwards to get closer.
Jared gives up the teasing and lick his lips, opens his mouth and swallows Jensen. Jensen's hands tangle into his hair and tighten as Jared hums and swallows around him. And Jared could stay here forever, getting Jensen off with just his mouth, and gentle touches on his thighs, his stomach. But when he feels Jensen's fingers tighten even more and his breath catch in his throat, he pulls of with a soft pop, his cheeks hollowed out and Jensen keens at the loss of contact.
“Christ Jay.” He drags out hoarsely. “Need more...Jared, more.” He writhes. And as much as he wants to feel Jensen come apart, as much as he wants to taste Jensen, his own cock is throbbing, desperate for release.
Jared presses kisses to Jensen's hipbone and the noise that Jensen makes sends a spike of even higher arousal through Jared. He crawls up Jensen, loving the slickness of their skin as it slides together, and the way that Jensen's lip is caught between his teeth again. Jared feels like he has been sucker punched when Jensen turns those gorgeous eyes on him and grins lazily, his eyes heavy and his smile all for Jared.
“Get you ass up here now.” He orders. And he does, ignoring Jensen's triumphant grin, settles himself on top of him, sweat slick skin sliding against sweat slick skin again and the noise that Jensen pulls from his throat is enough to make Jared come right then and there.
“Jesus Jared, just...” Jensen moans and he reaches up and grabs Jared round the face, pulling him down for a kiss that is fuelled by lust and hunger, words evidently failing him. Jensen moans again, spine arching, eyes sliding shut as Jared moves above him, friction causing both of them to shudder as they find a rhythm that they both can match, frantic, desperate and glorious.
“God Jen.” He pulls the words from deep within him. Jensen is warm, practically burning up beneath him and it feels so right, so perfect that he has a problem forming words in his head. And when Jensen's eyes fly open and lock on his, Jared nearly dies right then and there.
Jensen shifts, his eyes, along with his body language and the noises in his throat, begging and Jared presses his hips down, pain and pleasure mingling when Jensen writhes under him and the way his hands grasp at any piece of bare skin on Jared, seeking purchase with his hands because his eyes are squeezed shut again, his head to one side and his teeth worrying his lower lip. Jared leans down, changing the angle as he pushes back against Jensen, tortuously slow, and catches Jensen's lips with his own. Jensen turns into the kiss, a slow one to match Jared's movements, and cups Jared's face, his thumb running over Jared's cheekbones in a soft caress.
“Do it Jay, move.” He whispers into Jared's mouth and Jared can do nothing but obey.
He lifts his hips again, faster this time, his cock sliding against Jensen's in a way that drives them both crazy, and instincts take over. Jensen arches into him, hands once against clutching at Jared, as Jared's rhythm speeds up, and Jensen matches his down thrust with an arch of his hips and the thought that Jensen may have done this with someone else flitters across Jared's mind, causing his hips to stutter. Its only when Jensen opens his eyes again and stares at Jared, his pupils large, a tiny ring of green around them, that Jared suddenly doesn't care, this is him and Jensen, how its meant to be.
Jensen hooks a leg round Jared's, and its rough and smooth at the same time, as Jared grinds his hips downwards into Jensen and feels the pressure building, coiling in his stomach, down the backs of his legs and Jensen winds a hand around his neck, pulls him down and bits into his shoulder. That is all it takes for Jared, before his movements falter, spine arching one last time, breathe stuck in his throat as heat blooms in between them, Jared quivering as he comes, Jensen's name on his lips. It doesn't take long for Jensen to follow, arching up one last time.
Jared collapses on top of him, his arm muscles too tired to protest anymore and Jensen just opens his arms and lets Jared fall. And Jared can't help but wonder what that means, what it will mean when he walks out of here, back to reality.
Jensen runs a hand down his spine and Jared arches like a cat under his touch, warm stickiness between them rapidly drying and he knows he should move, should pull Jensen into a shower, maybe explore the rest of his body, what else makes him gasp and cry out. But he can't move, comfortably numb is not a phrase he uses often, but Jensen makes him so. And its an oxymoron, because he is so far from numb, every nerve in his body alight right now and when Jensen shifts, his cock slipping against Jared's, Jared is suddenly rock solid again.
“Well...that was unexpected.” Jensen murmurs, his voice thick with sleep. Jared looks up at him and Jensen grins at him, running a finger down his jaw line.
"But good though right?” Jensen asks. His voice is now tentative, pure Jensen, not Dean. Jared leans up and kisses him, slowly, almost tenderly and he can't believe he is doing this, being tender with Jensen, his friend, but something in the way Jensen looked at him, expectantly, and with a hint of worry like Jared was going to leave, get up and walk away makes him want to stay right here forever.
Words stick in his throat again and he kisses Jensen again, mouthing his way down Jensen's throat. He nips at the skin and Jensen shifts again, arching his neck, allowing Jared more access to the soft, stubble strewn skin.
“You staying?” Jensen asks. And he has asked that question so many times, when amounts of alcohol has caused them to practically pass out on the couch, or when too many hours filming made the last 10 feet to Jared's trailer almost impossible. But the inflection in Jensen's tone is different, hopeful now, not just a question thrown out into the air. Jared lets his tongue slip out, tasting sweat and Jensen and nods his head once.
“Yeah Jen. I'm staying.”
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Jared doesn't know when it started. But every time he sees Jensen he can't help but touch him, its like he needs to reassure himself that he's still there. And he doesn't know why. Its not like Jensen has a habit of not being around, because he always is. Is always within reach of Jared. But Jared still can't help himself.
Whether its a meaningless touch of the shoulder, a quick manly clap when a particularly hard scene has been wrapped up. Or a hug when filming calls for it. Or throwing an arm around his shoulder when posing. Its just seems natural. And it also seems like Jensen has the same affliction. Because he leans into Jared's touches. Or puts his hand on his chest when Jared throws his large arm over his shoulder and pulls him slightly closer than normal. A hand to steady himself. And its usually just over his heart.
And Jared hates the way he, himself, gets steadied when Jensen's hand lands on his chest. Hates it and loves it all at the same time.
Because its not normal. Jensen is his friend, the best goddamn friend in the world, but still just a friend and he shouldn't be wanting to feel skin under his hand not material.
Which is why he knows its probably not a good idea that he is now slumped against Jensen's couch in his trailer, as drunk as he is, with Jensen just as drunk, slouched against him and slurring his words.
“Seriously, dude.” Jensen murmurs and Jared can't remember what they were talking about. He looks at Jensen, although it takes his eyes a couple of seconds to focus.
Jensen looks adorable. Cheeks flushed with alcohol, hair messy and sticking up every which way. He frowns slightly.
“What was I saying?” Jared shakes his head, because he honestly can't remember himself. He's been lost since the first moment he looked at Jensen and wondered what his skin felt like against his hands.
Jensen plants both hands on the floor in front of him and pushes himself up with a groan and a stumble. Jared hasn't move so fast in a long time and has his hands round Jensen's arms before Jensen can fall. Jensen grins stupidly up at him.
“Thanks man. I love you, you know.” He slurs. Jared rolls his eyes, ignoring the fluttering in his stomach because he knows Jensen gets tactile when drunk. As if on cue, Jensen's hand slides from Jared's forearm up his shoulder and Jensen is staring at it like it has a mind of its own. Jared shivers slightly.
“You're so freaking awesome.” Jensen continues, more quietly though, as if he's talking to himself. He pauses for a few seconds and Jared holds his breath. Jensen's fingers move to his chest, always on his chest, holding him in place and Jared doesn't know if Jensen is trying to push him away and steadying himself. His fingers absent-mindedly curl and uncurl against his chest, the short nails scraping along the bare skin where material runs out and skin begins. Jared tries not to shiver again when tingles of electricity spread from Jensen's fingertips across his chest and he takes a short breath, hoping that Jensen doesn't notice it. Intoxicated as both of them are this could end up ruining everything they have created between them.
“Hot.” Jensen whispers to himself again and Jared curls his fingers around his wrists. Jensen looks up at him then, the light is dim in the trailer and the lamp in the corner throws shadows on his face, making the edges smoother, yet rougher at the same time and making his eyes darker rendering the expression in them impossible to read. Jared shakes his head slightly to clear it.
Jensen clears his throat and backs away. Jared mourns the loss of his body heat and stares at him as Jensen leans against the counter in the kitchen area.
“I’m…hot. Is it hot in here?” Jensen looks apologetic and Jared wants to ask him what exactly he is trying apologise for, but his eyes seem to be begging for something and Jared can't stop himself from taking a step forward and noticing the way Jensen's hands tighten around the edge of the counter. His knuckles turn white but his eyes are drawing Jared in and he can't stop himself from moving tantalisingly closer to Jensen.
Concentrating on Jensen's gaze, Jared doesn't realise how close he is until Jensen lets out a long trembling breath and Jared feels it against his skin, hot air blowing over him.
“Yeah, it is.” Jared replies and Jensen looks at him again, pupils wide and suddenly Jared is stone cold sober. They are too close, sharing the same air and Jared looks down at him and as far as Jared can tell, sharing the same feelings. Yet they aren't close enough, far too much between them as Jensen's grip tightens on the counter.
Jared becomes all too aware of the missing fingers at his chest, the missing warmth and leans slightly closer, testing the waters between them, the still waters at the moment but the slightest rock, the slightly sway from normal could make them stormy. When Jensen doesn't move away Jared takes a step closer, toes to toes, and Jensen tilts his head upwards, he licks his lips slowly and pulls the bottom one between his teeth.
This is Jared's fantasy; Jensen practically begging for what Jared's is offering with just his eyes, but now he's here, in this situation, Jared has absolutely no idea what the hell to do. Because this situation is far to deep to be described with a single word, far to deep to be described with a string of words.
“Jen.” Jared practically breathes, hating the way his voice sounds desperate, and the pregnant pause before Jensen answers makes Jared nearly pass out.
“Yeah.” He replies in the same voice. And now Jared has the chance to speak, he doesn't know what to say.
“I...don't...” Jared's knees are shaking and he honestly doesn't know they're holding him up, but Jensen lifts himself, standing on tiptoes and lets a breath out across Jared's lips, they are inches apart and Jared can't blame this on alcohol, not anymore. Not when he wants to kiss Jensen more than anything right now.
“Jay.” Jensen says and there is definitely a hint of pleading in his tone. Jared closes the gap between them, tentatively at first, gauging Jensen's response, waiting for his strong hands to push him away. When nothing happens, not even a twitch from Jensen Jared pulls back, watching carefully, an apology ready on his lips.
“Don't you dare apologise.” Jensen says, grabbing Jared by the t-shirt, curling fingers into the material and pulling him sharply back, back to those lips which Jared has been dreaming about for months now. And its like the world has come to an end when Jensen runs his tongue along Jared's lips, and Jared can't stop the small moan escaping his lips as he opens and lets Jensen in.
The kiss is everything he has ever imagined and more. The hint of teeth that Jensen gives him makes Jared grip his arms tighter, unconscious of the fact that he is gripping hard enough to bruise, but even if he was conscious, he wouldn't care, because the way Jensen moans into his mouth, the moan pulled from his toes, makes Jared want to be horizontal, with a lot less clothing, now.
Jensen pulls away, running his mouth along Jared's jaw, placing hot open mouth kisses along, and Jared arches into him at the way his lips catch on Jared's stubble, sending jolts of electricity down his body. And when Jensen bites gently on his pulse point and spins them, the counter digging into Jared's back, Jared feels his jeans getting uncomfortably tight.
Jensen's thigh slips in between his, as his tongue laves at his throat and his hands snake under his t-shirt, warm, rough hands against his skin and Jared can't stop now. His rolls his hips against Jensen's, loving the way it elicits a hiss from his co-star.
Jared can feel how hard Jensen is, how much he wants this, against his thigh as Jensen's head drops to him chest.
“Jay...couch...now.” Jensen sounds desperate, his voice ragged and Jared can do nothing except nod dumbly as Jensen grabs his hands and pulls him out of the kitchen area. Jensen is back, crowding his senses, pushing through all the uncertainties that Jared had at the beginning of the night, his lips warm and insistent against Jared's, his hips bucking mercilessly into Jared's.
Jared growls when Jensen pulls away with a wicked smile and pulls his t-shirt over his head, and reaches forward to take the hem of Jared's in his hands. Jared stops him and something akin to uncertainty flickers across Jensen's face.
“I just...” Jared begins, but trails off when he can't find the words to say that he just wants to look, to feel for a minute and runs his hand down Jensen's chest, his fingers pausing at his nipples. Jensen sighs and his head falls back. Jared's fingers continue their downward journey and curl around Jensen's belt, giving it a sharp tug and Jensen stumbles forward into Jared's chest. His hands go out automatically to stop himself from falling.
“Too many clothes.” He mumbles and grabs Jared's t-shirt and wrenches it over his head, heedlessly throwing it behind him. “Jesus.” He breathes once Jared is shirtless and standing in front of him.
Jared feels a flush of embarrassment bloom across his cheeks but before his has time to shift on the spot like he always does when he's embarrassed, Jensen's hands are at his face and his lips are against his and his tongue is pushing into his mouth, persistent, needy and wanting.
He isn't even aware that they are moving backwards until the couch hits his calves and he stumbles on to the couch, Jensen falling with him and he ends up with a lapfull of Jensen, his legs either side of Jared's, his hips grinding into Jared's and Jared curls his fingers around them as Jensen continues to kiss him breathless, senseless.
Jensen's hand wriggles in between them and snakes into Jared's pants. Jared lets out a moan again when Jensen's hand encircles his already hard cock, fingers knowing and sure. Jared arches up into the touch and Jensen moves one leg off him, pulling Jared with him as he lies down along the couch, not once breaking the kiss that seems to be sucking all the breathe out of Jared's lungs. Jared breaks the kiss, mouthing his way down Jensen's throat, across his collar bone, nipping slightly, and travels down his stomach, pausing at his belly button. Jensen's stomach muscles twitch and tense as Jared continues downwards and Jared lifts his hands from the couch and fumbles with Jensen's belt.
Jensen lifts his hips as Jared gets the buckle undone and peels his jeans down his thighs.
“Jared, please.” Jensen is begging and it honestly the hottest thing that Jared has ever heard, ever seen. Jensen lying on his back, begging for Jared to do something, anything. And Jared can no more refuse than cut off his own arm. His fingers take hold of the waistband on Jensen's boxers and Jensen pulls his lower lip into his mouth as Jared inches the material down.
“Jesus Jared, stop fucking teasing.” Jensen manages to get out and Jared chuckles lightly. He lowers his head, licks of long stripe along the underside of Jensen's cock and blows a cool stream of air, which causes a string of curses to spill from Jensen's lips.
“Such a filthy mouth Jen.” Jared murmurs, his lips inches from Jensen, and Jensen is straining, arching upwards to get closer.
Jared gives up the teasing and lick his lips, opens his mouth and swallows Jensen. Jensen's hands tangle into his hair and tighten as Jared hums and swallows around him. And Jared could stay here forever, getting Jensen off with just his mouth, and gentle touches on his thighs, his stomach. But when he feels Jensen's fingers tighten even more and his breath catch in his throat, he pulls of with a soft pop, his cheeks hollowed out and Jensen keens at the loss of contact.
“Christ Jay.” He drags out hoarsely. “Need more...Jared, more.” He writhes. And as much as he wants to feel Jensen come apart, as much as he wants to taste Jensen, his own cock is throbbing, desperate for release.
Jared presses kisses to Jensen's hipbone and the noise that Jensen makes sends a spike of even higher arousal through Jared. He crawls up Jensen, loving the slickness of their skin as it slides together, and the way that Jensen's lip is caught between his teeth again. Jared feels like he has been sucker punched when Jensen turns those gorgeous eyes on him and grins lazily, his eyes heavy and his smile all for Jared.
“Get you ass up here now.” He orders. And he does, ignoring Jensen's triumphant grin, settles himself on top of him, sweat slick skin sliding against sweat slick skin again and the noise that Jensen pulls from his throat is enough to make Jared come right then and there.
“Jesus Jared, just...” Jensen moans and he reaches up and grabs Jared round the face, pulling him down for a kiss that is fuelled by lust and hunger, words evidently failing him. Jensen moans again, spine arching, eyes sliding shut as Jared moves above him, friction causing both of them to shudder as they find a rhythm that they both can match, frantic, desperate and glorious.
“God Jen.” He pulls the words from deep within him. Jensen is warm, practically burning up beneath him and it feels so right, so perfect that he has a problem forming words in his head. And when Jensen's eyes fly open and lock on his, Jared nearly dies right then and there.
Jensen shifts, his eyes, along with his body language and the noises in his throat, begging and Jared presses his hips down, pain and pleasure mingling when Jensen writhes under him and the way his hands grasp at any piece of bare skin on Jared, seeking purchase with his hands because his eyes are squeezed shut again, his head to one side and his teeth worrying his lower lip. Jared leans down, changing the angle as he pushes back against Jensen, tortuously slow, and catches Jensen's lips with his own. Jensen turns into the kiss, a slow one to match Jared's movements, and cups Jared's face, his thumb running over Jared's cheekbones in a soft caress.
“Do it Jay, move.” He whispers into Jared's mouth and Jared can do nothing but obey.
He lifts his hips again, faster this time, his cock sliding against Jensen's in a way that drives them both crazy, and instincts take over. Jensen arches into him, hands once against clutching at Jared, as Jared's rhythm speeds up, and Jensen matches his down thrust with an arch of his hips and the thought that Jensen may have done this with someone else flitters across Jared's mind, causing his hips to stutter. Its only when Jensen opens his eyes again and stares at Jared, his pupils large, a tiny ring of green around them, that Jared suddenly doesn't care, this is him and Jensen, how its meant to be.
Jensen hooks a leg round Jared's, and its rough and smooth at the same time, as Jared grinds his hips downwards into Jensen and feels the pressure building, coiling in his stomach, down the backs of his legs and Jensen winds a hand around his neck, pulls him down and bits into his shoulder. That is all it takes for Jared, before his movements falter, spine arching one last time, breathe stuck in his throat as heat blooms in between them, Jared quivering as he comes, Jensen's name on his lips. It doesn't take long for Jensen to follow, arching up one last time.
Jared collapses on top of him, his arm muscles too tired to protest anymore and Jensen just opens his arms and lets Jared fall. And Jared can't help but wonder what that means, what it will mean when he walks out of here, back to reality.
Jensen runs a hand down his spine and Jared arches like a cat under his touch, warm stickiness between them rapidly drying and he knows he should move, should pull Jensen into a shower, maybe explore the rest of his body, what else makes him gasp and cry out. But he can't move, comfortably numb is not a phrase he uses often, but Jensen makes him so. And its an oxymoron, because he is so far from numb, every nerve in his body alight right now and when Jensen shifts, his cock slipping against Jared's, Jared is suddenly rock solid again.
“Well...that was unexpected.” Jensen murmurs, his voice thick with sleep. Jared looks up at him and Jensen grins at him, running a finger down his jaw line.
"But good though right?” Jensen asks. His voice is now tentative, pure Jensen, not Dean. Jared leans up and kisses him, slowly, almost tenderly and he can't believe he is doing this, being tender with Jensen, his friend, but something in the way Jensen looked at him, expectantly, and with a hint of worry like Jared was going to leave, get up and walk away makes him want to stay right here forever.
Words stick in his throat again and he kisses Jensen again, mouthing his way down Jensen's throat. He nips at the skin and Jensen shifts again, arching his neck, allowing Jared more access to the soft, stubble strewn skin.
“You staying?” Jensen asks. And he has asked that question so many times, when amounts of alcohol has caused them to practically pass out on the couch, or when too many hours filming made the last 10 feet to Jared's trailer almost impossible. But the inflection in Jensen's tone is different, hopeful now, not just a question thrown out into the air. Jared lets his tongue slip out, tasting sweat and Jensen and nods his head once.
“Yeah Jen. I'm staying.”