Chasing Prince Charming Chapter 6 part II
(Continued from: here)
Jensen laughed and followed Jared towards the house. "I'll help you if you promise to do it naked." He grinned as they reached the door. He didn't really care about the car; there had been more than come on it before and it lived. Besides, it was Jared.
“I’ll take you up on that if you promise I get to fuck you after.” Jared grinned over his shoulder and opened the door, leading Jensen inside past the couch where Terry and Misha were making out and down the hallway to his bedroom.
Jensen grinned and shook his head. "Jared, you can fuck me anytime you want. I’ve seen that monster of a thing you got hiding under your skirt," he teased as he passed the pair on the couch and followed to Jared's room. As they walked past Terry's room, Jensen had an idea and went inside a moment, grabbing something from Terry's nightstand before rejoining Jared in his room.
Jared stripped the pink top off over his head and tossed it carelessly aside and then untied the skirt, dropping it to the floor around his high heels. He flopped down on the bed and unbuckled the shoes, letting them drop to the floor before kicking them under the bed and out of the way. The pantyhose had gone by the wayside as soon as Jared had gotten off stage; they were too uncomfortable to keep wearing.
“Do I want to know what you went into Terry’s room for?” Jared asked as he unbuckled the bra and leaned forward, letting the jelly breasts fall into the bra cups before setting them aside on the nightstand. He stood again and his fingers played with the strings holding the scrap of material that made up his thong before peeling the wet, sticky panties down his hips, leaving them in a crumpled wad of pink silk on the floor.
Jensen watched Jared a moment and shrugged. "That depends; how much do you trust me?" he asked as he kicked his shoes off and then looked at Jared with some interest. He knew people that dressed in drag but he had never seen it this hands-on and up close before.
At that, Jared blinked and cocked his head. “Dude, you’re my best friend; I trust you with anything,” he said, as though it had been common knowledge and Jensen might be slightly dense for not knowing it. “What is it?”
Jensen pulled a pair of cuffs from his pocket. "I didn't get to use many toys on you last time," he said with an innocent look on his face. "Besides," he continued, "I'm not all hopped up on something so I need a little more recovery time than the amount of time it took me to pull my pants back up." He reached Jared and ran a hand down his chest, playing with his nipple a bit. "Making you beg will get me there, though."
Jared unconsciously arched into the fingers playing with his nipple and bit his lip to keep from moaning. Now that Jensen had reminded him, the pulsing ache in his dick was more noticeable. “Then I guess I’d better get on the bed and let you torment me,” he said with a wink and moved away, crawling up on the bed slowly, giving Jensen ample time to appreciate his ass and the streaks of drying come running down his thighs.
Watching as Jared all but slunk seductively up onto the bed, Jensen's body did start to react but he still wanted to torture Jared sweetly for a little while. He stripped his shirt and pants off, licking his lips as he eyed Jared's body and come streaked ass as he lay down. He moved over to his friend and easily put the cuffs around his wrists and putting them through the slats of the head board. "Mmm," he ran his hand down Jared's body again, "Going to make sure we both really enjoy this."
“You always do,” Jared sighed, arching up into the hand sliding down his back. “I jerked off for weeks just remembering that first night, though I conveniently forgot that Terry had been there.” He flushed with embarrassment at admitting to that, though he wasn’t ashamed of it. “And earlier, that’s totally going in my spank bank.”
He moved between Jared's legs and spread them enough so he could kneel between them. Getting up on his knees, Jensen licked his way up Jared's spine and moaned as he bit Jared's shoulder and then moved to his neck, doing the same thing. "That makes two of us. I've wanted you to myself since that night," he confessed.
Jared gasped and arched back, trying to get closer to Jensen, needing to feel all that hot skin pressed against his own. “God, Jen, why didn’t you say anything?” he groaned, tugging on the cuffs, testing them.
Jensen’s teeth dug into Jared's skin, leaving in his wake a small but deep purple bruise. "You’re my best friend, Jared; couldn't risk it fucking us up," he confessed softly. Besides, after that night with Terry, Jensen’d never expected to see Jared again and he was sort of taken back when he had.
The muscles in Jared’s back and arms strained as he pulled at the cuffs and tried to press himself against Jensen. “G-good answer,” he panted, rolling his head down to bare more of his neck for Jensen’s teeth. “Fuck, not, not gonna mess us up, Jen; I swear to Christ,” he mewled and started trying to shove his knees under him, to get closer to Jensen. Jensen sucked on Jared's neck hard, nodding his head to indicate he agreed, before letting go and moving down to nudge Jared's legs apart further. Within seconds he buried his tongue inside Jared's already open and stretched hole. He wanted to make his friend scream and beg and he loved the taste of Jared in his mouth and on his lips. He moaned deep in his chest as he reached down to pull Jared's cheeks apart to give him better access.
All the work Jared had put into getting up to his knees was almost ruined at the first press of Jensen’s tongue. Jared cried out and his body went tight and his spine arched almost painfully, hips thrusting back against Jensen’s mouth messily. “Jensen, God, oh fuck, Jensen,” he babbled, hands balled up into fists. He tipped his head back as far as he could, mouth open and gasping.
Jensen retracted his tongue and then shoved it back into Jared's hole, fucking him deep and hard. His hand came down and rubbed up between Jared's legs and cupped his balls, rolling them between his fingers, keeping his attention on Jared's hole. He added just a tiny bit of pressure to Jared's balls, making sure his friend wouldn't come just yet.
“P-please,” Jared gasped, writhing and squirming against the strong grip holding his ass cheeks apart. “Jen, fuck, please, please, fuck me.” He made small, hurt sounds in the back of his throat, skin flushing with warmth, desire driving him nuts. The lustful fog that curled in Jared’s head surged down through his veins, lighting him up, burning through him like a wildfire. “Please, Jen, God, please! A-anything, I’ll-just, please!”
Jensen pulled away just enough to speak; his dick was hard now. "Christ, Jared, you have no idea how hot you are when you beg," he gasped. "I'm not ready to give up hearing it just yet, though." He pushed two fingers into Jared's body and scissored them, knowing that Jared didn't need to be opened up but wanting to do it anyway. He pushed in rough and sought out Jared's prostate, stabbing with his fingers several times before adding a third.
“Oh God, oh fuck, Jen, please!” Jared begged, muscles tense and aching with the need to have Jensen inside him again. “Give you a-anything, please, please, oh God, Jensen, please! N-need you; God, I’m goin’ nuts.”
Jensen chuckled softly. "Anything?" he asked, his voice dripping with the ideas swimming in his head. His fingers kept up their work as he looked up towards Jared again.
“Anything, just fucking fuck me, Jen, please!” Jared whined, rocking as much as he could backward onto Jensen’s probing fingers. “God, please, I-fuck, I’ll give you w-whatever you want!”
"Will you get ‘Princess’ tattooed on your ass, baby?" Jensen asked as he kissed Jared's right ass cheek before licking the same spot. "Right about there?" He had been teasing Jared about just that for about the last three months but Jared had refused. At this rate, though, Jensen didn't think Jared was going to refuse him anything. He got up and pulled his fingers free, dick hard, full and leaking as he aimed it easily, nudged Jared's hole but not yet breaching him until he promised.
“Yes, God, I’ll-I’ll get the t-tattoo,” Jared agreed breathlessly, trying to push back on Jensen’s cock but he didn’t have any more leverage; the damn cuffs held him off just enough that he couldn’t get more than a little pressure, which wasn’t enough to pull Jensen inside of him. “Please, Jen, oh fucking Christ, I swear to God, I’ll get the tattoo if you just fuck me!” Jensen grabbed Jared's hips to keep him in place before shoving in fast and rough. He took up a much more brutal pace than he had outside with Jared bent over the hood of his car. He pulled almost all the way out only to slam right back into Jared again, hard, aiming for his prostate with each thrust.
Words eluded Jared at that point, his usually impressive vocabulary broken down to a series of drawn out, hard consonants. The hard pace turned Jared’s crank like nobody’s business, leaving his dick drooling and his ass clenching at the hot, hard cock ramming into him, punching his breath from his lungs with each thrust. Jensen reached around and took Jared firmly in his fist. He began pumping him in time with his thrusts. He ensured to hit Jared's prostate, giving him double the pleasure between his dick and his prostate. Jensen groaned loudly, Jared's name on his lips, and jerked, falling in a steady, harsh rhythm.
Perhaps it was the drug he’d unknowingly ingested, or maybe it was just coincidence; whatever it was, Jared didn’t particularly care. The perfection of how his and Jensen’s bodies met, clashed, and joined; Jared was suddenly and painfully aware that he’d never want anyone but Jensen again. It was a terrible and wonderful revelation, but one that Jared had to keep to himself-not like that was a problem; the thought had faded almost as soon as it had struck, lost in the blinding pleasure racking his body, tightening his balls with impending orgasm.
Jensen kissed, sucked, and licked every part of Jared's body that he could reach, moaning as he did so. Never in his life had he tasted someone so sweet or seen someone so beautiful. He dropped his head to rest between Jared's shoulder blades. He bit his bottom lip around a whimper as his body shook and jerked. He fought off the orgasm creeping up his spine, wanting it to last as long as he could.
Jared choked and gasped, teeth gritted together as his body tightened and burned, passion eating him alive. He burned all the way down to his toes, belly and balls tight with impending orgasm. He tried to choke out a warning, but it got caught in his throat. He came with a low moan, shuddering hard as he stripped the sheets with short, thick bursts of come. A ragged, low cry escaped from the very pit of Jensen's belly as he felt Jared coming apart around his cock. He came hard, pleasure ripping through his body as he exploded, filling Jared up completely; wet, hot and sticky. Wave after wave of pleasure hit him until he was spent and dropped down to Jared's side, trying to catch his breath.
“Un-fucking-believable,” Jared panted, knees sliding out from beneath him, leaving him lying in a puddle of his own making. “Doin’ that again. Soon. Fuck,” he groaned, tugging weakly at the cuffs that pinned his arms above his head.
Jensen blinked and reached up to undo to the cuffs; they didn't need a key but you had to at least be able to reach the clip. He reached over to rub Jared's shoulders to ease any stiffness. "Yeah, tell me about it; holy shit."
Jared rubbed his wrists and then rolled over, slotting himself along Jensen’s side, head pillowed on his friend’s shoulder. “Thank you, for getting to me when you did and getting me out of there.” And, he was still hard, but so worn out that he was seriously thinking of just cuddling Jensen to sleep and praying that it went away. Or, maybe he could cuddle Jensen to sleep and then wake him up in a few hours and fuck him silly. The second plan sounded better and Jared curled an arm around Jensen’s hips, nuzzling closer.
Jensen was content and happy and he settled down at Jared’s side. The buzz running through his head and his veins was starting to slow down. He moved a little and pulled Jared's head more on his chest so he could wrap his arm around him and cuddled him as well. "Don’t mention it, Jared, it’s my job as your Prince Charming, remember?" he teased, though in all honesty those guys were lucky that Jensen hadn't ripped them apart.
“Still, thank you.” Jared nuzzled his cheek against Jensen’s chest and splayed his fingers wide over Jensen’s heart. “I wonder if they really thought I was a girl, because they kept calling me sugar and honey, like I’m a freaking condiment.” Jared’s fingers started drawing little swirls on Jensen’s skin, trailing absently along the cut of his chest, flickering over his nipple faintly, and tracing the lines of his stomach and back up again. “It’s better that they called me that, though; I’d have been pissed off if they tried calling me princess. That’s for you and only you.”
Jensen rubbed his hand over Jared's back, his body relaxed. It was a gay bar but those guys seemed pretty up on whatever they were passing out, that or they were just insanely drunk. "Yeah, and I love it," he answered softly as he brushed his cheek against Jared's hair and inhaled his scent. "You know, that reminds me; you now have a date with the tattoo guy on 5th street."
“Oh God,” Jared groaned, turning and hiding his face in Jensen’s chest, cheeks hot with embarrassment. “You’re seriously going to hold me to that? Dude, you’re-God,” he laughed and flicked Jensen’s nipple lightly, “You’re going to be there, and you’re going to tell the guy what the tattoo is gonna be and where it’s going, okay? It’s gonna look like a brand of ownership, I just know it.”
Jensen sort of liked how that sounded but he kept it to himself. "Hey, I don't have to come, I'll just pull your pants down the next time I see you. Um, but yeah, sorry, I am holding you to it; it’s just too much to expect me to give up this one," he added because it was perfect; Jensen called Jared princess almost all the time, and even if Jared made a face when Terry and Misha were around like he didn't like it, Jensen knew better.
“Oh no, you’re going with me, buster,” Jared said, pushing up on one elbow to grin down at Jensen, flushed and disheveled and looking satisfied. “You get to explain to the tattoo artist and pick the font and the color, because it’s your tattoo, just it’ll be on my ass.”
"Alright, fine with me. Just keep in mind that this is me we are talking about so not only will you have Princess tattooed on your ass but you’re allowing me to decide what it looks like." Jensen grinned, evil but still innocent. "Man, you're right; after that I am going to own your ass," he teased, bumping Jared gently.
You already do, he thought and then shook his head. Jared chuckled and sprawled over Jensen’s chest comfortably. “You just wanna be able to tell people that you own my ass and have proof to back it up,” he teased and then scraped his teeth over Jensen’s skin, easing the small hurt with his tongue.
Jensen gasped softly at the feel of Jared's teeth on his skin. He took a deep breath and wanted to say something… "Hey, Jared?" he asked, but paused a second, shaking the thought away. "Do you mind if I stay with you tonight?" he settled on, knowing that it might sound lame but no matter, he did really want to stay here tonight and not in the guest room.
“I’d be offended if you tried to leave, dude. I’m keeping you right here so I can wake you up and molest you, and maybe this time I’ll get you to agree to something for me.” Jared pressed a kiss to Jensen’s chest and had to forcibly remind himself that Jensen wasn’t the kind of guy to get into romantic relationships; Jensen liked to fuck and move on, and just because Jared had begun to realize that Jensen was the one for him didn’t mean Jensen would ever return it.
He grinned, glad that Jared wanted him to stay. "Awesome, because I'm comfortable. But, we’ll see about you making me do something for you." Jensen felt more comfortable with Jared than he did anyone else in his life. Jared wasn't just a fuck, he meant something to Jensen; he was his best friend. He didn't want to know just yet what Jared might have in mind, being surprised was better and worse; he was fairly sure that if anyone could get him to agree to something stupid it was Jared.
“Oh, baby, are you scared?” Jared teased, laughing. He propped up his head on one hand, elbow resting on the bed, and let his eyes roam over Jensen. They were lying on top of the blankets and both of them were sticky with come and sweat, but Jensen…. Jared’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of his best friend; relaxed, smooth skin that went on for miles, cock soft and spent, nestled in a thatch of dark blonde hair, bowed legs sprawled comfortably on the bed. And freckles. Jesus, Jared wanted to map them out, taste them on his tongue, count them and recount them and name them and spend the rest of his life finding all of them. Fuck, he was further gone than he’d thought.
Turning on his side after a moment, Jensen pressed his lips together. "Of you?" He pretended to think about it really hard. "Well, maybe I should be. I mean, I am going to have the word Princess tattooed on your ass. In pink." His eyebrows went up and he couldn't help himself. Normally after sex he was all about getting up and getting out unless he really liked the person. With Jared, though, it was so much different and for good reason; Jensen adored Jared even if he couldn't admit it, not in any serious way. Like Jared had said the last time Jensen had freaked out; they were friends, important but not in love.
“I guess I should start thinking of something a little tamer than getting your nipples pierced, then, huh?” Jared asked sweetly, widening his eyes in mock innocence. “Maybe, instead of the nipple piercings, I should just get you to go shopping with me to buy a few more outfits so that I’m not wearing the same three outfits to dance in the club.”
"Aw, Jared, you don't have to force me into shopping with you. I'm just like any other guy in South Beach; I live to shop." True, Jensen didn't shop for thongs and skirts on a daily basis but how different could it be? Besides, he was helping to shop for Jared, not himself. "You seem to have a serious kink for nipples, huh?" He knew how much Jared loved to have his played with so he was just putting two and two together. "Guess we'll just have to see how hot you can get me before I start agreeing to stuff, won’t we?" As much as Jensen loved sex, he half wondered if Jared could be the death of him tonight.
Jared laughed again and tweaked Jensen’s nipple before skating his hand down Jensen’s side. “Well, my prince, you’ll be happy to learn that this particular princess has all kinds of tricks up his sleeve. I can make you come so hard you’ll feel like the top of your head is going to come off. And teasing; baby, give me five minutes and I’ll have you begging me to fuck you.”
Jensen had been around the block a few hundred times, so it would take a lot to surprise him or have him begging. Though, he loved the idea of having Jared turning him into a mess. He moved closer to Jared, pressing his body against his friend's. "Do you, now?" he asked, leaning forward and catching Jared's lips with his own. He loved the idea of learning all of Jared's kinks and tricks. The kiss itself was affectionate, loving in its own way. "We'll see about that," he added as he pulled away and kissed Jared's forehead, eyelids and nose with a feather soft touch.
God, Jensen was going to break his heart, he just knew it. Jared sighed and basked in the gentle affection, gulping it down to store it up for when it went away. He knew, intellectually, that Jensen was probably treating him so sweetly because they were friends, best friends, but his stupid heart wouldn’t listen to his head. “You’re making me feel like a princess, treating me so sweet,” he murmured softly, a smile bracketing his mouth. He opened his eyes once he was sure what he felt wouldn’t bleed through and grinned wider. “Now it’s my turn to treat you like a prince.”
He was lost in the closeness and the affection. Jensen slept with someone and then he jumped out of bed so fast that the guy's head normally spun. To fuck and then hold Jared, kiss him and feel that affection in return was something he had missed, something deep in his heart that he wanted but refused to let himself have. "Whole night has been a treat, baby; thought the screaming would have told you that much."
Jared looked into Jensen’s eyes for a long, silent minute and then flattened his hand over Jen’s face and shoved him over, laughing, trying to break the mood before Jensen started running again. “You just wait; you haven’t heard screaming yet.” Jared rolled over on top of Jensen, settling comfortably against his chest, legs entangled. “I’ll make you scream yourself hoarse. How does that sound?”
Lying on his back with Jared pressed so tightly against him, Jensen wasn't sure where he ended and Jared began. Jensen let his head fall back as he looked up at Jared. "Christ, I'm not going to be able to get a hard on to save my life by the time you're done with me, huh?" he asked. He moaned a little and his arms curled around Jared again. "Sounds fucking hot."
“Wanna make you come and come until you’re completely dry and it aches to come, and then I wanna blow you until you come again.” Jared leaned down and pressed a soft, reverent kiss to Jensen’s mouth and started working his way down, still riding the buzz of the Ecstasy burning in his veins.
Jared’s usual style was hard and fast and dirty, but Jensen owned his heart and it wouldn’t feel right to just fuck him like he was anyone else. No, this time, he wanted to worship Jensen’s body with soft, loving kisses and touches, wanted to show Jensen how much he meant to Jared without letting the words pass his lips. He’d set it up perfectly by warning Jensen that he was going to blow his mind, so Jensen wouldn’t think anything of the lingering kisses, the soft, reverent swirl of tongue over small clusters of freckles, the adoring hands that skimmed gorgeous muscles.
He closed his eyes, his body reacting to the touches and kisses at once. Jensen bit his bottom lip and tried to keep himself pinned to the bed so he wouldn't thrust up into Jared's touch and mouth. Jared seemed to have an idea for what he wanted to do and Jensen sure as hell was going to let him do whatever he wanted.
This was so different than anything Jensen could remember doing with another person, not just the sex but the pillow talk and the affection. His skin was hot where Jared left a line of kisses and licks. "You’re going to kill me," he said, matter of fact. "What a way to go, though." He gasped as Jared's teeth scraped just the right way in the right spot. "Love your hands on me."
“Love,” Jared purred quietly, “how you taste, how you feel against me.” He licked and suckled at the sharp line of Jensen’s collarbone, tonguing the smattering of freckles and imagined that they tasted like Florida sunshine. “Gotta taste every inch of you, Prince. Wanna know what makes you sigh and gasp and buck and scream; I want it all.” And that statement was more than a little true; Jared wanted all of Jensen, but contented himself with the pieces he was allowed to have and held out little hope of getting more than that. His lips traced the dip in his clavicle and then followed the delineated lines of muscle down Jensen’s chest, pausing his exploration to nibble and suck around Jensen’s nipples without touching them.
"Can have it, Jared, can have anything you want," Jensen breathed, his regular breaths now coming in shallow little gasps. Jared's tongue was wet and hot over his skin, leaving cool and gentle trails everywhere it went. He sighed, already wanting to feel Jared's mouth everywhere all at the same time. Jared was taking his time and that caught and held Jensen's breath, quick fucks never took their time. You didn't care about getting to know the person's ins and outs because what did it matter? He whimpered in the back of his throat, unable to stop it from escaping when Jared moved over nipples and around them. He arched to feel more and pushed his body up to meet Jared's mouth, unable to stop himself.
Anything but your heart, Jared thought a little sadly, but pushed that down and away. He’d already known that Jensen wouldn’t give his heart, wouldn’t let anyone in, before he’d realized that he wanted every scrap of Jensen as his own. It was an accepted fact of life; the sun shone, the rain fell, and Jensen Ackles didn’t fall in love.
So, just this once, Jared was going to give everything he could, pull out all the stops, and make Jensen feel loved. Even though Jensen would never love him back, Jared could still give him love without expecting anything other than physical enjoyment in return. Jared hummed softly in acceptance and swiped his tongue slowly over the perked little knot of Jensen’s left nipple before fastening his mouth down around it and suckling at it like an infant; hungry and needy and desperately in love.
Jensen's hand came around and through Jared's hair and rubbed down his back, his nails digging into Jared's back. "Mm, Jared," he whispered and his eyes closed again. He snuggled back into the pillow, turning his head a little to the side. Jared's scent was all around him, sweet and soft, like some kind of perfume or power, no doubt something Jared had put on when getting ready tonight. He took several deep breaths, unconsciously trying to commit the scent to memory.
Jared pulled off with a soft, slick sound, lips swollen from kissing and suckling at Jensen’s nipple. His throat and chest ached to say what he felt, but he swallowed the urge back, knowing he couldn’t ever say the words without losing Jensen forever. “Tell me what you want, sweet prince,” he murmured softly, kissing his way across Jensen’s chest to tease and then suckle at the other nipple.
"Want more of you," Jensen answered, his eyes opening again and finding Jared's. "Love the way your mouth feels on me." Green eyes trailed over Jared's body, his dick was hard and leaking but at the same time sex was only a part of it and not the most important part. Jared made it seem like he really was mapping out Jensen's body, paying more attention to the spots that got more of a reaction from Jensen. That would mean that Jared was listening and paying attention, that thought alone blew Jensen's mind. "Want you in me; been wanting you in me since I met you."
Jared’s eyes closed as he pulled off of Jensen’s nipple, his expression bordering on blissful. “I’ll give you anything you want, Jen,” he swore quietly and then started down Jensen’s body in earnest; teeth scraping toned abs, tongue fucking the tiny indent of Jensen’s bellybutton, lips dragging teasingly over sharp hipbones. Jared nipped at the hair nestling Jensen’s heavy cock, tucking it between his lips and tugging gently before moving down, nosing at Jensen’s balls and breathing deeply, tasting Jensen’s aroma in the back of his throat.
“Wanna hear you beg, Jen. ‘m gonna tease you until you beg,” Jared murmured almost too softly to hear, and then sucked one of Jensen’s balls into his mouth, humming softly as his tongue flicked and stroked and teased. He pulled off only to give the other the same treatment, ignoring Jensen’s straining dick completely.
Jensen moaned at the attention to his balls as he spread his legs to give Jared room. His hands twisted into the blankets under him and he bit his bottom lip. He moved forward, wanting Jared mouth on his dick but still enjoying the attention elsewhere. "Feels g-good, Jared," he groaned as he pushed up, begging without words for more attention and more of Jared's mouth. He didn't care how Jared wanted to give it to him, gentle and loving, or hard and fast. He just wanted it all because it was so….
It was much better than anything Jensen had ever known. Maybe because he knew Jared, knew what he liked and in turn Jared knew him as well. His body clenched and his hips jerked. "Just want you," he confessed softly. "Just you." His mind was lost in lust and pleasure, his body reacting to every move Jared made.
“I’m already yours, Jen,” Jared whispered softly, low enough that Jensen wouldn’t hear it over his panting breaths. He hiked Jensen’s thighs over his shoulders and got to his knees, dragging Jensen’s lower body up with him. Heat and adoration flared brightly in Jared’s eyes as he looked down at Jensen’s body; Jensen’s weight resting on his shoulders and legs draped over Jared’s shoulders. Strong hands gripped Jensen’s ass, drew him further up, spread him out, and Jared licked a slow, wet line up the cleft of Jensen’s ass, swirling around the tightly clenched whorl of his entrance. “You’ve got me,” he said, loud enough for Jensen to hear, and the buried his tongue in Jensen’s ass.
Jensen jerked when Jared buried his tongue inside his hole and he almost lost it. He cried out, pushing himself up to meet Jared's tongue, wanting him inside him as deep as Jensen could get him, writhing and squirming. His face was flushed and his body tense and needy. "Want you," he confessed again, now more agreeing with Jared though the truth still rang in his words as he shoved it out of his head. His hands balled up into tight fists, gripping and releasing the blankets. "Oh, Christ, Jared."
Jared pushed at Jensen’s knees, directing them up toward Jensen’s chest, opening him up and giving Jared a little more room to suck and lap at the tight little rim, fuck his tongue inside to tease and start loosening Jensen up. Jared wanted Jensen to have this without even the slightest bit of pain from beginning to end, wanted to worship his body as something precious and beloved. Jensen’s hands took hold of his knees, holding them in place and out of Jared's way. His body wanted Jared, even if he wasn't open fully yet it didn't matter. He wanted Jared inside of him, to feel Jared come apart inside of him, fill him with his come. He gasped. "J-Jared, want you in m-me, baby, please?" he whispered as he pushed up again, trying to get more, knowing that anything less than Jared thick, huge cock wasn't going to be enough.
“Not yet, sweet prince,” Jared murmured and teased a finger around Jensen’s softened pucker, dipping just barely inside, too dry to push further without hurting, even if only just a little, and Jared didn’t want that. “Gotta open you up, get you wet and gaping so I can fill you up, so sweet and easy.” He lowered Jensen’s hips back to the bed and leaned over to the bedside table, scrabbling in the drawer for lube. He set the bottle down beside his knee and bent, licking a long stripe up Jensen’s drooling cock. “Gonna open you up now, baby. Relax for me,” he murmured and grabbed the bottle of slick, poured some into his hand and slicked up four fingers.
Groaning, Jensen pressed himself down into the bed. He opened his mouth to disagree but couldn't find his voice. Jared's finger felt good and his muscles clenched around it, not wanting to let him go-mostly because he wasn't going to get that beautiful dick of Jared's just yet. He opened his eyes, dark with lust and desire, and whimpered, forcing his body to relax as best he could. His legs fell further apart, trying to make his body behave to make this easier. His blood pumped through his head, making him dizzy and his cock was painfully hard, purple and begging on its own for attention. "Can take you, Jared; I promise."
Jared just grinned adoringly down at Jensen and slowly eased a second finger inside. He leaned forward on his free hand, looming over Jensen’s prone form, and ducked his head down to steal a kiss. Jared’s cock ached between his legs, demanding attention, but Jared ignored it, instead focusing all of his attention on Jensen. This was all about Jen and giving Jensen something he hadn’t had before; loving attention that was solely designed to appreciate and adore without asking for anything in return. “Almost, baby. Almost ready; don’t wanna hurt you,” he confessed. It wasn’t bragging if it was true, and Jared was packing more than the average bear. And hurting Jensen was not an option.
Jensen’s breath was shallow and ragged. Had he been in his right mind, he would have argued but right now the only thing he had his attention on was Jared's fingers and his mouth. He whimpered again as Jared spoke of not wanting to hurt him. There was no one in Jensen's memory that had any concern for that in the past. He had never been hurt by any of the men that he had slept with but at the same time he had never been loved or taken care of either. He had never felt as if someone cared whether he got off or not. He was giving in bed for the most part but that didn't mean all those he had been with were the same way. His body buzzed with desperation. "I trust you, baby," he confessed. "I know you won't hurt me."
“Good, now let me love you my way,” Jared murmured into Jensen’s mouth and slowly slid his tongue inside to map out Jensen’s pallet, the roof of his mouth, the sharp edge of his teeth, and the slick slide of tongue against tongue. He slowly, carefully added a third finger, teasing his way in while distracting Jensen from the discomfort with slow, wet kisses. His fingers spread, crooked, and teased at Jensen’s prostate, fluttering just barely over it to keep Jensen on edge, to drive him wild, and then started up a slow rocking motion, in slow and deep and then back out until just the tips of his fingers were inside before sinking in again.
Jensen opened his mouth and let Jared have full control. Parting his lips in welcome of Jared's tongue, he moved his own against Jared's rather than fighting for control of the kiss. He panted and moaned but was unable to speak with Jared's mouth over his and Jared's tongue easily muffling him; Jensen welcomed every flick and move, jerk and lick. As he pushed in, Jensen pushed down and he did it again as Jared pulled out, his head falling back and frustrated tears springing to his eyes. He wasn't used to this; it was amazing but at the same time it was the most painfully aware feeling he had ever felt in his life. Every nerve in his body was going haywire.
"G-God, J-Jared," Jensen started but was unable to finish as every thought entered and left his head at such a fast pace. He didn't know where to hold his attention and furthermore he was unable to keep his mind anywhere, no matter how hard he tired. He wanted to let Jared do what he wanted but it was painful to be so close yet so far. "P-please, please, please," he begged, broken, desperate, needy and frantic. Hurt sounds broke out of his mouth as he sobbed, crazy in a way he had never in life known. "I'll do anything, Jared; I swear t-to G-God. Just please, fuck me, Jared. I'll do anything, J-Jared," he cried.
“Okay, okay, shh, baby, I’ve got you,” Jared cooed softly, slowly pulling his fingers free. He grabbed the lube again and slicked his cock carefully before shifting position, settling between Jensen’s quaking thighs. “Hold onto me, baby. Gonna take good care of you.” He leaned on his elbow and reached down with his free hand, aligning his cock and resting the head at Jensen’s relaxed entrance. “Arms around my neck, baby. Wanna hold you close to me.”
Taking a very deep breath, Jensen did what he could to hold it in and release it slowly. He didn't move but kept his body as relaxed as he could as he trembled, completely out of his control. There was nothing more he wanted in this world than to be with Jared and only with Jared. He had always been in control of himself, of what was happening, and to some degree what the other person was doing, but now he didn't have that control but more importantly than that, he didn't want it. It was so much more than getting off and lust, it was just trust and love and need. He wrapped his arms around Jared and held himself so close to Jared that he could feel his Jared's breath and movement as if he were wired to him. As if his dick was hotwired to every single thing that passed between him and Jared. He pushed up, pressing his body into Jared's and bringing Jared down to meet him as best as he could.
With a long, mild push, Jared eased inside of Jensen, breath escaping him in a long, heavy sigh, pushing forward until he bottomed out, balls pressed tightly to Jensen’s ass. He stayed still, letting both of them adjust. “So good, Jen; God, you feel so good,” he whispered, cradling Jensen in his arms and then dipped his head to kiss him, slow and passionate.
His back arched and he pushed up to meet Jared. It felt so good; he’d never felt so full. It didn't hurt but it did burn in the best possible way. Jensen hooked his leg around Jared to hold onto him as if he were scared Jared was going somewhere. He dug his nails into Jared's shoulder and the other cupped around his head, meeting the kiss. "Never felt anything so good, ever," he whined. "Love the feel of your cock in me."
Jared pressed another kiss to Jensen’s plush, swollen lips, hips starting up a slow rocking rhythm, just barely pulling out before pushing back inside. After a few experimental thrusts, Jared pressed his forehead to Jensen’s, locking eyes with him, and then pulled back until just the head was inside, and then sank back in with a snap of his hips, fast and accurate, rubbing against Jensen’s prostate.
Jensen screamed and clung to Jared. His green eyes were dark and as they locked with Jared he became lost in the look in his friend's eyes. His heart swelled and he realized that what he felt for Jared hurt his heart so much yet it was the most amazing feeling that he had ever known. "Love you, Jared, love you so much, baby," he confessed, kissing Jared again deeply. Real love made his heart feel as if it would explode inside his chest but the thought was so mixed with the warmth of Jared's body and the look in his eyes that it swirled with everything else and Jensen really didn't realize what he was saying.
“Jen,” Jared whispered, hips stuttering once before taking up a steady, pounding rhythm, driving into Jensen with hard yet tender thrusts. Heat of the moment, it had to be, probably dragged up by the slow lovemaking, but Jared took it for what it was; Jensen’s trust in him, in their strong friendship, and let the words curl around his heart, probably the last time he’d ever hear them.
Rather than trying to swallow the response he wanted to make, Jared caught Jensen’s lips in another kiss, putting all of his newly realized love and affection into it, showing Jensen just what he felt rather than blurting it out and risking what he had with Jensen. He arched his hips and spine, huddling closer to Jensen to make sure that each thrust rubbed Jensen’s leaking cock between their bellies so that he wouldn’t have to relinquish his hold. He wanted Jensen to come wrapped up in his arms, staring right into his eyes.
His cock rubbed against Jared's belly as he rose up, whimpering and pressed his lips together. Jared kissed him again and Jensen tensed, fire ripped through him from his balls and up his spine. He came hard, his whole body racked with waves of pleasure and the muscles in his ass clamping down tight around Jared's cock and milking it hard. Jensen shook and thrust up and into the embrace, unable to even speak anymore, just lost in everything that had happened and everything he was feeling. His limbs were wrapped tightly around Jared as he kissed him deeply, opening his mouth again, needing and inviting.
Jared, however, wasn’t quite ready to give in. He kissed Jensen harder, fighting back the urge to just give in and come; he didn’t want it to end yet, didn’t want to let go of the moment just yet, so he battened down the hatches and rode Jensen’s orgasm out. The fluttering clench of Jensen’s muscles nearly did him in, close and teetering on the brink, but it was the utter, raw openness in Jensen’s eyes that finally did him in. Jared moaned into Jensen’s mouth and his hips snapped forward in a rapid series of hard thrusts, and then he came with a quiet whimper as he shuddered through it, mouth fastened to Jensen’s as though he were the last lung-full of air he’d ever have.
The longer that Jared stayed in him, the more addicted to Jared Jensen became. Just the feelings that ran through him, the thoughts that Jared awoke in him, it was too much for him but in other ways nowhere near enough. Jensen moaned into Jared’s mouth and kissed him back, lovingly clinging hard to him with his arms, legs and mouth. He closed his eyes and felt sweat and heat pouring off his skin, come lining his belly and leaking out of his well-fucked ass.
Jared broke the kiss and sighed, burying his face in Jensen’s neck for a moment, trying to gather himself. Their lovemaking had been intense, and had actually felt like lovemaking from both sides, even without taking into consideration Jensen’s lust-dazed confession. After a long moment of gathering himself, Jared carefully eased out and settled against Jensen’s chest, still holding his weight up on his elbows, unwilling to crush Jensen. “That, my dear prince,” he puffed out, barely managing the words around the need to refill his lungs, “is my idea of treating you right.”
Jensen's eyes closed and opened again very slowly; he was tired now and spent. He cuddled close to Jared, all arms and legs as he held onto him tightly with a soft and sleepy smile on his lips. He took several deep breaths, trying to return his heart rate and breathing to normal as he half laughed. Jared was easily the best thing that ever happened to Jensen and his now exhausted state he had no cause or thought to fear that realization. "My princess," he mumbled back.
“Never any doubt about that,” Jared murmured quietly and kissed Jensen’s cheek. He stayed wrapped in Jensen’s arms for another few moments before pulling away. “Let’s get under the blankets, baby, and then we can cuddle some more. Wanna hold you while you sleep, wrapped up tight in my arms.” It would usually be the sort of talk that would send Jensen running for the hills, but after a round like that there was no way Jen would hold it against him. Jared sat up before peeling the blankets down, glad they’d been on top of the blankets and thus sparing both of them sleeping in the wet spot, and tugging Jensen into his side, tiredly trying to get Jen under the blankets with him.
"M'kay, want that too." Jensen moved with Jared’s urging, sliding in next to him warm and comfortable under the blankets and snuggled close to Jared's body. Someone couldn't pay Jensen to leave the comfort of the room or the bed at this point. Once he was settled under the blankets his arms came around to seek out Jared again and held him as much as he sought being held. He smiled and sighed a little. "So, you did get me to beg," he said after a few moments of comfortable silence.
“Yeah, I did, and I wasn’t even trying,” Jared murmured, grinning and cuddling Jensen against his chest, fingers toying with Jensen’s hair, the other arm wrapped tightly around Jensen’s shoulders.
Jensen laughed and shook his head. "God help me if you ever do try." He sighed and snuggled closer to Jared.
“I’m still gonna get your nipples pierced, though. You own my ass and I own your nipples,” he laughed softly, worn out and fighting off sleep. The E fizzled out in his blood, his cock thankfully softening after so much sex.
"Sounds like a fair exchange; you wear my mark and I'll wear yours," he said, laughing softly. Jensen looked up at Jared and ran a hand through his hair, his own eyelids fighting with him to close. "Go to sleep, baby, you look how I feel right now: dead to the world." He settled down and tried to bring Jared with him.
“Coming three times in less than two hours kind of does that to you,” Jared teased tiredly and tucked Jensen up tight against his chest, cuddling him. “You’d better be here when I wake up in the morning or I’ll call your cousin and have him tease you for running away like a little girl. Besides, I make awesome waffles and pancakes.”
Jensen moved up and buried his face into Jared's chest, nodding. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised with a light laugh. "Besides, I fully plan on dragging your ass, or should I say my ass, down to the tattoo place tomorrow."
Jared laughed softly. “Okay, okay; tattoo and piercings in the morning after breakfast.” He nuzzled his cheek against the top of Jensen’s head and sighed heavily, his lids drooping and then falling shut. “Night, Jen,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his best friend’s head.
Jensen turned a little and planted a kiss on Jared's chest before allowing his eyes to drop close. "Night Jared," he mumbled back. Jared's warmth and gentle grip had him asleep in seconds.
Chapter Seven pt. I
Jensen laughed and followed Jared towards the house. "I'll help you if you promise to do it naked." He grinned as they reached the door. He didn't really care about the car; there had been more than come on it before and it lived. Besides, it was Jared.
“I’ll take you up on that if you promise I get to fuck you after.” Jared grinned over his shoulder and opened the door, leading Jensen inside past the couch where Terry and Misha were making out and down the hallway to his bedroom.
Jensen grinned and shook his head. "Jared, you can fuck me anytime you want. I’ve seen that monster of a thing you got hiding under your skirt," he teased as he passed the pair on the couch and followed to Jared's room. As they walked past Terry's room, Jensen had an idea and went inside a moment, grabbing something from Terry's nightstand before rejoining Jared in his room.
Jared stripped the pink top off over his head and tossed it carelessly aside and then untied the skirt, dropping it to the floor around his high heels. He flopped down on the bed and unbuckled the shoes, letting them drop to the floor before kicking them under the bed and out of the way. The pantyhose had gone by the wayside as soon as Jared had gotten off stage; they were too uncomfortable to keep wearing.
“Do I want to know what you went into Terry’s room for?” Jared asked as he unbuckled the bra and leaned forward, letting the jelly breasts fall into the bra cups before setting them aside on the nightstand. He stood again and his fingers played with the strings holding the scrap of material that made up his thong before peeling the wet, sticky panties down his hips, leaving them in a crumpled wad of pink silk on the floor.
Jensen watched Jared a moment and shrugged. "That depends; how much do you trust me?" he asked as he kicked his shoes off and then looked at Jared with some interest. He knew people that dressed in drag but he had never seen it this hands-on and up close before.
At that, Jared blinked and cocked his head. “Dude, you’re my best friend; I trust you with anything,” he said, as though it had been common knowledge and Jensen might be slightly dense for not knowing it. “What is it?”
Jensen pulled a pair of cuffs from his pocket. "I didn't get to use many toys on you last time," he said with an innocent look on his face. "Besides," he continued, "I'm not all hopped up on something so I need a little more recovery time than the amount of time it took me to pull my pants back up." He reached Jared and ran a hand down his chest, playing with his nipple a bit. "Making you beg will get me there, though."
Jared unconsciously arched into the fingers playing with his nipple and bit his lip to keep from moaning. Now that Jensen had reminded him, the pulsing ache in his dick was more noticeable. “Then I guess I’d better get on the bed and let you torment me,” he said with a wink and moved away, crawling up on the bed slowly, giving Jensen ample time to appreciate his ass and the streaks of drying come running down his thighs.
Watching as Jared all but slunk seductively up onto the bed, Jensen's body did start to react but he still wanted to torture Jared sweetly for a little while. He stripped his shirt and pants off, licking his lips as he eyed Jared's body and come streaked ass as he lay down. He moved over to his friend and easily put the cuffs around his wrists and putting them through the slats of the head board. "Mmm," he ran his hand down Jared's body again, "Going to make sure we both really enjoy this."
“You always do,” Jared sighed, arching up into the hand sliding down his back. “I jerked off for weeks just remembering that first night, though I conveniently forgot that Terry had been there.” He flushed with embarrassment at admitting to that, though he wasn’t ashamed of it. “And earlier, that’s totally going in my spank bank.”
He moved between Jared's legs and spread them enough so he could kneel between them. Getting up on his knees, Jensen licked his way up Jared's spine and moaned as he bit Jared's shoulder and then moved to his neck, doing the same thing. "That makes two of us. I've wanted you to myself since that night," he confessed.
Jared gasped and arched back, trying to get closer to Jensen, needing to feel all that hot skin pressed against his own. “God, Jen, why didn’t you say anything?” he groaned, tugging on the cuffs, testing them.
Jensen’s teeth dug into Jared's skin, leaving in his wake a small but deep purple bruise. "You’re my best friend, Jared; couldn't risk it fucking us up," he confessed softly. Besides, after that night with Terry, Jensen’d never expected to see Jared again and he was sort of taken back when he had.
The muscles in Jared’s back and arms strained as he pulled at the cuffs and tried to press himself against Jensen. “G-good answer,” he panted, rolling his head down to bare more of his neck for Jensen’s teeth. “Fuck, not, not gonna mess us up, Jen; I swear to Christ,” he mewled and started trying to shove his knees under him, to get closer to Jensen. Jensen sucked on Jared's neck hard, nodding his head to indicate he agreed, before letting go and moving down to nudge Jared's legs apart further. Within seconds he buried his tongue inside Jared's already open and stretched hole. He wanted to make his friend scream and beg and he loved the taste of Jared in his mouth and on his lips. He moaned deep in his chest as he reached down to pull Jared's cheeks apart to give him better access.
All the work Jared had put into getting up to his knees was almost ruined at the first press of Jensen’s tongue. Jared cried out and his body went tight and his spine arched almost painfully, hips thrusting back against Jensen’s mouth messily. “Jensen, God, oh fuck, Jensen,” he babbled, hands balled up into fists. He tipped his head back as far as he could, mouth open and gasping.
Jensen retracted his tongue and then shoved it back into Jared's hole, fucking him deep and hard. His hand came down and rubbed up between Jared's legs and cupped his balls, rolling them between his fingers, keeping his attention on Jared's hole. He added just a tiny bit of pressure to Jared's balls, making sure his friend wouldn't come just yet.
“P-please,” Jared gasped, writhing and squirming against the strong grip holding his ass cheeks apart. “Jen, fuck, please, please, fuck me.” He made small, hurt sounds in the back of his throat, skin flushing with warmth, desire driving him nuts. The lustful fog that curled in Jared’s head surged down through his veins, lighting him up, burning through him like a wildfire. “Please, Jen, God, please! A-anything, I’ll-just, please!”
Jensen pulled away just enough to speak; his dick was hard now. "Christ, Jared, you have no idea how hot you are when you beg," he gasped. "I'm not ready to give up hearing it just yet, though." He pushed two fingers into Jared's body and scissored them, knowing that Jared didn't need to be opened up but wanting to do it anyway. He pushed in rough and sought out Jared's prostate, stabbing with his fingers several times before adding a third.
“Oh God, oh fuck, Jen, please!” Jared begged, muscles tense and aching with the need to have Jensen inside him again. “Give you a-anything, please, please, oh God, Jensen, please! N-need you; God, I’m goin’ nuts.”
Jensen chuckled softly. "Anything?" he asked, his voice dripping with the ideas swimming in his head. His fingers kept up their work as he looked up towards Jared again.
“Anything, just fucking fuck me, Jen, please!” Jared whined, rocking as much as he could backward onto Jensen’s probing fingers. “God, please, I-fuck, I’ll give you w-whatever you want!”
"Will you get ‘Princess’ tattooed on your ass, baby?" Jensen asked as he kissed Jared's right ass cheek before licking the same spot. "Right about there?" He had been teasing Jared about just that for about the last three months but Jared had refused. At this rate, though, Jensen didn't think Jared was going to refuse him anything. He got up and pulled his fingers free, dick hard, full and leaking as he aimed it easily, nudged Jared's hole but not yet breaching him until he promised.
“Yes, God, I’ll-I’ll get the t-tattoo,” Jared agreed breathlessly, trying to push back on Jensen’s cock but he didn’t have any more leverage; the damn cuffs held him off just enough that he couldn’t get more than a little pressure, which wasn’t enough to pull Jensen inside of him. “Please, Jen, oh fucking Christ, I swear to God, I’ll get the tattoo if you just fuck me!” Jensen grabbed Jared's hips to keep him in place before shoving in fast and rough. He took up a much more brutal pace than he had outside with Jared bent over the hood of his car. He pulled almost all the way out only to slam right back into Jared again, hard, aiming for his prostate with each thrust.
Words eluded Jared at that point, his usually impressive vocabulary broken down to a series of drawn out, hard consonants. The hard pace turned Jared’s crank like nobody’s business, leaving his dick drooling and his ass clenching at the hot, hard cock ramming into him, punching his breath from his lungs with each thrust. Jensen reached around and took Jared firmly in his fist. He began pumping him in time with his thrusts. He ensured to hit Jared's prostate, giving him double the pleasure between his dick and his prostate. Jensen groaned loudly, Jared's name on his lips, and jerked, falling in a steady, harsh rhythm.
Perhaps it was the drug he’d unknowingly ingested, or maybe it was just coincidence; whatever it was, Jared didn’t particularly care. The perfection of how his and Jensen’s bodies met, clashed, and joined; Jared was suddenly and painfully aware that he’d never want anyone but Jensen again. It was a terrible and wonderful revelation, but one that Jared had to keep to himself-not like that was a problem; the thought had faded almost as soon as it had struck, lost in the blinding pleasure racking his body, tightening his balls with impending orgasm.
Jensen kissed, sucked, and licked every part of Jared's body that he could reach, moaning as he did so. Never in his life had he tasted someone so sweet or seen someone so beautiful. He dropped his head to rest between Jared's shoulder blades. He bit his bottom lip around a whimper as his body shook and jerked. He fought off the orgasm creeping up his spine, wanting it to last as long as he could.
Jared choked and gasped, teeth gritted together as his body tightened and burned, passion eating him alive. He burned all the way down to his toes, belly and balls tight with impending orgasm. He tried to choke out a warning, but it got caught in his throat. He came with a low moan, shuddering hard as he stripped the sheets with short, thick bursts of come. A ragged, low cry escaped from the very pit of Jensen's belly as he felt Jared coming apart around his cock. He came hard, pleasure ripping through his body as he exploded, filling Jared up completely; wet, hot and sticky. Wave after wave of pleasure hit him until he was spent and dropped down to Jared's side, trying to catch his breath.
“Un-fucking-believable,” Jared panted, knees sliding out from beneath him, leaving him lying in a puddle of his own making. “Doin’ that again. Soon. Fuck,” he groaned, tugging weakly at the cuffs that pinned his arms above his head.
Jensen blinked and reached up to undo to the cuffs; they didn't need a key but you had to at least be able to reach the clip. He reached over to rub Jared's shoulders to ease any stiffness. "Yeah, tell me about it; holy shit."
Jared rubbed his wrists and then rolled over, slotting himself along Jensen’s side, head pillowed on his friend’s shoulder. “Thank you, for getting to me when you did and getting me out of there.” And, he was still hard, but so worn out that he was seriously thinking of just cuddling Jensen to sleep and praying that it went away. Or, maybe he could cuddle Jensen to sleep and then wake him up in a few hours and fuck him silly. The second plan sounded better and Jared curled an arm around Jensen’s hips, nuzzling closer.
Jensen was content and happy and he settled down at Jared’s side. The buzz running through his head and his veins was starting to slow down. He moved a little and pulled Jared's head more on his chest so he could wrap his arm around him and cuddled him as well. "Don’t mention it, Jared, it’s my job as your Prince Charming, remember?" he teased, though in all honesty those guys were lucky that Jensen hadn't ripped them apart.
“Still, thank you.” Jared nuzzled his cheek against Jensen’s chest and splayed his fingers wide over Jensen’s heart. “I wonder if they really thought I was a girl, because they kept calling me sugar and honey, like I’m a freaking condiment.” Jared’s fingers started drawing little swirls on Jensen’s skin, trailing absently along the cut of his chest, flickering over his nipple faintly, and tracing the lines of his stomach and back up again. “It’s better that they called me that, though; I’d have been pissed off if they tried calling me princess. That’s for you and only you.”
Jensen rubbed his hand over Jared's back, his body relaxed. It was a gay bar but those guys seemed pretty up on whatever they were passing out, that or they were just insanely drunk. "Yeah, and I love it," he answered softly as he brushed his cheek against Jared's hair and inhaled his scent. "You know, that reminds me; you now have a date with the tattoo guy on 5th street."
“Oh God,” Jared groaned, turning and hiding his face in Jensen’s chest, cheeks hot with embarrassment. “You’re seriously going to hold me to that? Dude, you’re-God,” he laughed and flicked Jensen’s nipple lightly, “You’re going to be there, and you’re going to tell the guy what the tattoo is gonna be and where it’s going, okay? It’s gonna look like a brand of ownership, I just know it.”
Jensen sort of liked how that sounded but he kept it to himself. "Hey, I don't have to come, I'll just pull your pants down the next time I see you. Um, but yeah, sorry, I am holding you to it; it’s just too much to expect me to give up this one," he added because it was perfect; Jensen called Jared princess almost all the time, and even if Jared made a face when Terry and Misha were around like he didn't like it, Jensen knew better.
“Oh no, you’re going with me, buster,” Jared said, pushing up on one elbow to grin down at Jensen, flushed and disheveled and looking satisfied. “You get to explain to the tattoo artist and pick the font and the color, because it’s your tattoo, just it’ll be on my ass.”
"Alright, fine with me. Just keep in mind that this is me we are talking about so not only will you have Princess tattooed on your ass but you’re allowing me to decide what it looks like." Jensen grinned, evil but still innocent. "Man, you're right; after that I am going to own your ass," he teased, bumping Jared gently.
You already do, he thought and then shook his head. Jared chuckled and sprawled over Jensen’s chest comfortably. “You just wanna be able to tell people that you own my ass and have proof to back it up,” he teased and then scraped his teeth over Jensen’s skin, easing the small hurt with his tongue.
Jensen gasped softly at the feel of Jared's teeth on his skin. He took a deep breath and wanted to say something… "Hey, Jared?" he asked, but paused a second, shaking the thought away. "Do you mind if I stay with you tonight?" he settled on, knowing that it might sound lame but no matter, he did really want to stay here tonight and not in the guest room.
“I’d be offended if you tried to leave, dude. I’m keeping you right here so I can wake you up and molest you, and maybe this time I’ll get you to agree to something for me.” Jared pressed a kiss to Jensen’s chest and had to forcibly remind himself that Jensen wasn’t the kind of guy to get into romantic relationships; Jensen liked to fuck and move on, and just because Jared had begun to realize that Jensen was the one for him didn’t mean Jensen would ever return it.
He grinned, glad that Jared wanted him to stay. "Awesome, because I'm comfortable. But, we’ll see about you making me do something for you." Jensen felt more comfortable with Jared than he did anyone else in his life. Jared wasn't just a fuck, he meant something to Jensen; he was his best friend. He didn't want to know just yet what Jared might have in mind, being surprised was better and worse; he was fairly sure that if anyone could get him to agree to something stupid it was Jared.
“Oh, baby, are you scared?” Jared teased, laughing. He propped up his head on one hand, elbow resting on the bed, and let his eyes roam over Jensen. They were lying on top of the blankets and both of them were sticky with come and sweat, but Jensen…. Jared’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of his best friend; relaxed, smooth skin that went on for miles, cock soft and spent, nestled in a thatch of dark blonde hair, bowed legs sprawled comfortably on the bed. And freckles. Jesus, Jared wanted to map them out, taste them on his tongue, count them and recount them and name them and spend the rest of his life finding all of them. Fuck, he was further gone than he’d thought.
Turning on his side after a moment, Jensen pressed his lips together. "Of you?" He pretended to think about it really hard. "Well, maybe I should be. I mean, I am going to have the word Princess tattooed on your ass. In pink." His eyebrows went up and he couldn't help himself. Normally after sex he was all about getting up and getting out unless he really liked the person. With Jared, though, it was so much different and for good reason; Jensen adored Jared even if he couldn't admit it, not in any serious way. Like Jared had said the last time Jensen had freaked out; they were friends, important but not in love.
“I guess I should start thinking of something a little tamer than getting your nipples pierced, then, huh?” Jared asked sweetly, widening his eyes in mock innocence. “Maybe, instead of the nipple piercings, I should just get you to go shopping with me to buy a few more outfits so that I’m not wearing the same three outfits to dance in the club.”
"Aw, Jared, you don't have to force me into shopping with you. I'm just like any other guy in South Beach; I live to shop." True, Jensen didn't shop for thongs and skirts on a daily basis but how different could it be? Besides, he was helping to shop for Jared, not himself. "You seem to have a serious kink for nipples, huh?" He knew how much Jared loved to have his played with so he was just putting two and two together. "Guess we'll just have to see how hot you can get me before I start agreeing to stuff, won’t we?" As much as Jensen loved sex, he half wondered if Jared could be the death of him tonight.
Jared laughed again and tweaked Jensen’s nipple before skating his hand down Jensen’s side. “Well, my prince, you’ll be happy to learn that this particular princess has all kinds of tricks up his sleeve. I can make you come so hard you’ll feel like the top of your head is going to come off. And teasing; baby, give me five minutes and I’ll have you begging me to fuck you.”
Jensen had been around the block a few hundred times, so it would take a lot to surprise him or have him begging. Though, he loved the idea of having Jared turning him into a mess. He moved closer to Jared, pressing his body against his friend's. "Do you, now?" he asked, leaning forward and catching Jared's lips with his own. He loved the idea of learning all of Jared's kinks and tricks. The kiss itself was affectionate, loving in its own way. "We'll see about that," he added as he pulled away and kissed Jared's forehead, eyelids and nose with a feather soft touch.
God, Jensen was going to break his heart, he just knew it. Jared sighed and basked in the gentle affection, gulping it down to store it up for when it went away. He knew, intellectually, that Jensen was probably treating him so sweetly because they were friends, best friends, but his stupid heart wouldn’t listen to his head. “You’re making me feel like a princess, treating me so sweet,” he murmured softly, a smile bracketing his mouth. He opened his eyes once he was sure what he felt wouldn’t bleed through and grinned wider. “Now it’s my turn to treat you like a prince.”
He was lost in the closeness and the affection. Jensen slept with someone and then he jumped out of bed so fast that the guy's head normally spun. To fuck and then hold Jared, kiss him and feel that affection in return was something he had missed, something deep in his heart that he wanted but refused to let himself have. "Whole night has been a treat, baby; thought the screaming would have told you that much."
Jared looked into Jensen’s eyes for a long, silent minute and then flattened his hand over Jen’s face and shoved him over, laughing, trying to break the mood before Jensen started running again. “You just wait; you haven’t heard screaming yet.” Jared rolled over on top of Jensen, settling comfortably against his chest, legs entangled. “I’ll make you scream yourself hoarse. How does that sound?”
Lying on his back with Jared pressed so tightly against him, Jensen wasn't sure where he ended and Jared began. Jensen let his head fall back as he looked up at Jared. "Christ, I'm not going to be able to get a hard on to save my life by the time you're done with me, huh?" he asked. He moaned a little and his arms curled around Jared again. "Sounds fucking hot."
“Wanna make you come and come until you’re completely dry and it aches to come, and then I wanna blow you until you come again.” Jared leaned down and pressed a soft, reverent kiss to Jensen’s mouth and started working his way down, still riding the buzz of the Ecstasy burning in his veins.
Jared’s usual style was hard and fast and dirty, but Jensen owned his heart and it wouldn’t feel right to just fuck him like he was anyone else. No, this time, he wanted to worship Jensen’s body with soft, loving kisses and touches, wanted to show Jensen how much he meant to Jared without letting the words pass his lips. He’d set it up perfectly by warning Jensen that he was going to blow his mind, so Jensen wouldn’t think anything of the lingering kisses, the soft, reverent swirl of tongue over small clusters of freckles, the adoring hands that skimmed gorgeous muscles.
He closed his eyes, his body reacting to the touches and kisses at once. Jensen bit his bottom lip and tried to keep himself pinned to the bed so he wouldn't thrust up into Jared's touch and mouth. Jared seemed to have an idea for what he wanted to do and Jensen sure as hell was going to let him do whatever he wanted.
This was so different than anything Jensen could remember doing with another person, not just the sex but the pillow talk and the affection. His skin was hot where Jared left a line of kisses and licks. "You’re going to kill me," he said, matter of fact. "What a way to go, though." He gasped as Jared's teeth scraped just the right way in the right spot. "Love your hands on me."
“Love,” Jared purred quietly, “how you taste, how you feel against me.” He licked and suckled at the sharp line of Jensen’s collarbone, tonguing the smattering of freckles and imagined that they tasted like Florida sunshine. “Gotta taste every inch of you, Prince. Wanna know what makes you sigh and gasp and buck and scream; I want it all.” And that statement was more than a little true; Jared wanted all of Jensen, but contented himself with the pieces he was allowed to have and held out little hope of getting more than that. His lips traced the dip in his clavicle and then followed the delineated lines of muscle down Jensen’s chest, pausing his exploration to nibble and suck around Jensen’s nipples without touching them.
"Can have it, Jared, can have anything you want," Jensen breathed, his regular breaths now coming in shallow little gasps. Jared's tongue was wet and hot over his skin, leaving cool and gentle trails everywhere it went. He sighed, already wanting to feel Jared's mouth everywhere all at the same time. Jared was taking his time and that caught and held Jensen's breath, quick fucks never took their time. You didn't care about getting to know the person's ins and outs because what did it matter? He whimpered in the back of his throat, unable to stop it from escaping when Jared moved over nipples and around them. He arched to feel more and pushed his body up to meet Jared's mouth, unable to stop himself.
Anything but your heart, Jared thought a little sadly, but pushed that down and away. He’d already known that Jensen wouldn’t give his heart, wouldn’t let anyone in, before he’d realized that he wanted every scrap of Jensen as his own. It was an accepted fact of life; the sun shone, the rain fell, and Jensen Ackles didn’t fall in love.
So, just this once, Jared was going to give everything he could, pull out all the stops, and make Jensen feel loved. Even though Jensen would never love him back, Jared could still give him love without expecting anything other than physical enjoyment in return. Jared hummed softly in acceptance and swiped his tongue slowly over the perked little knot of Jensen’s left nipple before fastening his mouth down around it and suckling at it like an infant; hungry and needy and desperately in love.
Jensen's hand came around and through Jared's hair and rubbed down his back, his nails digging into Jared's back. "Mm, Jared," he whispered and his eyes closed again. He snuggled back into the pillow, turning his head a little to the side. Jared's scent was all around him, sweet and soft, like some kind of perfume or power, no doubt something Jared had put on when getting ready tonight. He took several deep breaths, unconsciously trying to commit the scent to memory.
Jared pulled off with a soft, slick sound, lips swollen from kissing and suckling at Jensen’s nipple. His throat and chest ached to say what he felt, but he swallowed the urge back, knowing he couldn’t ever say the words without losing Jensen forever. “Tell me what you want, sweet prince,” he murmured softly, kissing his way across Jensen’s chest to tease and then suckle at the other nipple.
"Want more of you," Jensen answered, his eyes opening again and finding Jared's. "Love the way your mouth feels on me." Green eyes trailed over Jared's body, his dick was hard and leaking but at the same time sex was only a part of it and not the most important part. Jared made it seem like he really was mapping out Jensen's body, paying more attention to the spots that got more of a reaction from Jensen. That would mean that Jared was listening and paying attention, that thought alone blew Jensen's mind. "Want you in me; been wanting you in me since I met you."
Jared’s eyes closed as he pulled off of Jensen’s nipple, his expression bordering on blissful. “I’ll give you anything you want, Jen,” he swore quietly and then started down Jensen’s body in earnest; teeth scraping toned abs, tongue fucking the tiny indent of Jensen’s bellybutton, lips dragging teasingly over sharp hipbones. Jared nipped at the hair nestling Jensen’s heavy cock, tucking it between his lips and tugging gently before moving down, nosing at Jensen’s balls and breathing deeply, tasting Jensen’s aroma in the back of his throat.
“Wanna hear you beg, Jen. ‘m gonna tease you until you beg,” Jared murmured almost too softly to hear, and then sucked one of Jensen’s balls into his mouth, humming softly as his tongue flicked and stroked and teased. He pulled off only to give the other the same treatment, ignoring Jensen’s straining dick completely.
Jensen moaned at the attention to his balls as he spread his legs to give Jared room. His hands twisted into the blankets under him and he bit his bottom lip. He moved forward, wanting Jared mouth on his dick but still enjoying the attention elsewhere. "Feels g-good, Jared," he groaned as he pushed up, begging without words for more attention and more of Jared's mouth. He didn't care how Jared wanted to give it to him, gentle and loving, or hard and fast. He just wanted it all because it was so….
It was much better than anything Jensen had ever known. Maybe because he knew Jared, knew what he liked and in turn Jared knew him as well. His body clenched and his hips jerked. "Just want you," he confessed softly. "Just you." His mind was lost in lust and pleasure, his body reacting to every move Jared made.
“I’m already yours, Jen,” Jared whispered softly, low enough that Jensen wouldn’t hear it over his panting breaths. He hiked Jensen’s thighs over his shoulders and got to his knees, dragging Jensen’s lower body up with him. Heat and adoration flared brightly in Jared’s eyes as he looked down at Jensen’s body; Jensen’s weight resting on his shoulders and legs draped over Jared’s shoulders. Strong hands gripped Jensen’s ass, drew him further up, spread him out, and Jared licked a slow, wet line up the cleft of Jensen’s ass, swirling around the tightly clenched whorl of his entrance. “You’ve got me,” he said, loud enough for Jensen to hear, and the buried his tongue in Jensen’s ass.
Jensen jerked when Jared buried his tongue inside his hole and he almost lost it. He cried out, pushing himself up to meet Jared's tongue, wanting him inside him as deep as Jensen could get him, writhing and squirming. His face was flushed and his body tense and needy. "Want you," he confessed again, now more agreeing with Jared though the truth still rang in his words as he shoved it out of his head. His hands balled up into tight fists, gripping and releasing the blankets. "Oh, Christ, Jared."
Jared pushed at Jensen’s knees, directing them up toward Jensen’s chest, opening him up and giving Jared a little more room to suck and lap at the tight little rim, fuck his tongue inside to tease and start loosening Jensen up. Jared wanted Jensen to have this without even the slightest bit of pain from beginning to end, wanted to worship his body as something precious and beloved. Jensen’s hands took hold of his knees, holding them in place and out of Jared's way. His body wanted Jared, even if he wasn't open fully yet it didn't matter. He wanted Jared inside of him, to feel Jared come apart inside of him, fill him with his come. He gasped. "J-Jared, want you in m-me, baby, please?" he whispered as he pushed up again, trying to get more, knowing that anything less than Jared thick, huge cock wasn't going to be enough.
“Not yet, sweet prince,” Jared murmured and teased a finger around Jensen’s softened pucker, dipping just barely inside, too dry to push further without hurting, even if only just a little, and Jared didn’t want that. “Gotta open you up, get you wet and gaping so I can fill you up, so sweet and easy.” He lowered Jensen’s hips back to the bed and leaned over to the bedside table, scrabbling in the drawer for lube. He set the bottle down beside his knee and bent, licking a long stripe up Jensen’s drooling cock. “Gonna open you up now, baby. Relax for me,” he murmured and grabbed the bottle of slick, poured some into his hand and slicked up four fingers.
Groaning, Jensen pressed himself down into the bed. He opened his mouth to disagree but couldn't find his voice. Jared's finger felt good and his muscles clenched around it, not wanting to let him go-mostly because he wasn't going to get that beautiful dick of Jared's just yet. He opened his eyes, dark with lust and desire, and whimpered, forcing his body to relax as best he could. His legs fell further apart, trying to make his body behave to make this easier. His blood pumped through his head, making him dizzy and his cock was painfully hard, purple and begging on its own for attention. "Can take you, Jared; I promise."
Jared just grinned adoringly down at Jensen and slowly eased a second finger inside. He leaned forward on his free hand, looming over Jensen’s prone form, and ducked his head down to steal a kiss. Jared’s cock ached between his legs, demanding attention, but Jared ignored it, instead focusing all of his attention on Jensen. This was all about Jen and giving Jensen something he hadn’t had before; loving attention that was solely designed to appreciate and adore without asking for anything in return. “Almost, baby. Almost ready; don’t wanna hurt you,” he confessed. It wasn’t bragging if it was true, and Jared was packing more than the average bear. And hurting Jensen was not an option.
Jensen’s breath was shallow and ragged. Had he been in his right mind, he would have argued but right now the only thing he had his attention on was Jared's fingers and his mouth. He whimpered again as Jared spoke of not wanting to hurt him. There was no one in Jensen's memory that had any concern for that in the past. He had never been hurt by any of the men that he had slept with but at the same time he had never been loved or taken care of either. He had never felt as if someone cared whether he got off or not. He was giving in bed for the most part but that didn't mean all those he had been with were the same way. His body buzzed with desperation. "I trust you, baby," he confessed. "I know you won't hurt me."
“Good, now let me love you my way,” Jared murmured into Jensen’s mouth and slowly slid his tongue inside to map out Jensen’s pallet, the roof of his mouth, the sharp edge of his teeth, and the slick slide of tongue against tongue. He slowly, carefully added a third finger, teasing his way in while distracting Jensen from the discomfort with slow, wet kisses. His fingers spread, crooked, and teased at Jensen’s prostate, fluttering just barely over it to keep Jensen on edge, to drive him wild, and then started up a slow rocking motion, in slow and deep and then back out until just the tips of his fingers were inside before sinking in again.
Jensen opened his mouth and let Jared have full control. Parting his lips in welcome of Jared's tongue, he moved his own against Jared's rather than fighting for control of the kiss. He panted and moaned but was unable to speak with Jared's mouth over his and Jared's tongue easily muffling him; Jensen welcomed every flick and move, jerk and lick. As he pushed in, Jensen pushed down and he did it again as Jared pulled out, his head falling back and frustrated tears springing to his eyes. He wasn't used to this; it was amazing but at the same time it was the most painfully aware feeling he had ever felt in his life. Every nerve in his body was going haywire.
"G-God, J-Jared," Jensen started but was unable to finish as every thought entered and left his head at such a fast pace. He didn't know where to hold his attention and furthermore he was unable to keep his mind anywhere, no matter how hard he tired. He wanted to let Jared do what he wanted but it was painful to be so close yet so far. "P-please, please, please," he begged, broken, desperate, needy and frantic. Hurt sounds broke out of his mouth as he sobbed, crazy in a way he had never in life known. "I'll do anything, Jared; I swear t-to G-God. Just please, fuck me, Jared. I'll do anything, J-Jared," he cried.
“Okay, okay, shh, baby, I’ve got you,” Jared cooed softly, slowly pulling his fingers free. He grabbed the lube again and slicked his cock carefully before shifting position, settling between Jensen’s quaking thighs. “Hold onto me, baby. Gonna take good care of you.” He leaned on his elbow and reached down with his free hand, aligning his cock and resting the head at Jensen’s relaxed entrance. “Arms around my neck, baby. Wanna hold you close to me.”
Taking a very deep breath, Jensen did what he could to hold it in and release it slowly. He didn't move but kept his body as relaxed as he could as he trembled, completely out of his control. There was nothing more he wanted in this world than to be with Jared and only with Jared. He had always been in control of himself, of what was happening, and to some degree what the other person was doing, but now he didn't have that control but more importantly than that, he didn't want it. It was so much more than getting off and lust, it was just trust and love and need. He wrapped his arms around Jared and held himself so close to Jared that he could feel his Jared's breath and movement as if he were wired to him. As if his dick was hotwired to every single thing that passed between him and Jared. He pushed up, pressing his body into Jared's and bringing Jared down to meet him as best as he could.
With a long, mild push, Jared eased inside of Jensen, breath escaping him in a long, heavy sigh, pushing forward until he bottomed out, balls pressed tightly to Jensen’s ass. He stayed still, letting both of them adjust. “So good, Jen; God, you feel so good,” he whispered, cradling Jensen in his arms and then dipped his head to kiss him, slow and passionate.
His back arched and he pushed up to meet Jared. It felt so good; he’d never felt so full. It didn't hurt but it did burn in the best possible way. Jensen hooked his leg around Jared to hold onto him as if he were scared Jared was going somewhere. He dug his nails into Jared's shoulder and the other cupped around his head, meeting the kiss. "Never felt anything so good, ever," he whined. "Love the feel of your cock in me."
Jared pressed another kiss to Jensen’s plush, swollen lips, hips starting up a slow rocking rhythm, just barely pulling out before pushing back inside. After a few experimental thrusts, Jared pressed his forehead to Jensen’s, locking eyes with him, and then pulled back until just the head was inside, and then sank back in with a snap of his hips, fast and accurate, rubbing against Jensen’s prostate.
Jensen screamed and clung to Jared. His green eyes were dark and as they locked with Jared he became lost in the look in his friend's eyes. His heart swelled and he realized that what he felt for Jared hurt his heart so much yet it was the most amazing feeling that he had ever known. "Love you, Jared, love you so much, baby," he confessed, kissing Jared again deeply. Real love made his heart feel as if it would explode inside his chest but the thought was so mixed with the warmth of Jared's body and the look in his eyes that it swirled with everything else and Jensen really didn't realize what he was saying.
“Jen,” Jared whispered, hips stuttering once before taking up a steady, pounding rhythm, driving into Jensen with hard yet tender thrusts. Heat of the moment, it had to be, probably dragged up by the slow lovemaking, but Jared took it for what it was; Jensen’s trust in him, in their strong friendship, and let the words curl around his heart, probably the last time he’d ever hear them.
Rather than trying to swallow the response he wanted to make, Jared caught Jensen’s lips in another kiss, putting all of his newly realized love and affection into it, showing Jensen just what he felt rather than blurting it out and risking what he had with Jensen. He arched his hips and spine, huddling closer to Jensen to make sure that each thrust rubbed Jensen’s leaking cock between their bellies so that he wouldn’t have to relinquish his hold. He wanted Jensen to come wrapped up in his arms, staring right into his eyes.
His cock rubbed against Jared's belly as he rose up, whimpering and pressed his lips together. Jared kissed him again and Jensen tensed, fire ripped through him from his balls and up his spine. He came hard, his whole body racked with waves of pleasure and the muscles in his ass clamping down tight around Jared's cock and milking it hard. Jensen shook and thrust up and into the embrace, unable to even speak anymore, just lost in everything that had happened and everything he was feeling. His limbs were wrapped tightly around Jared as he kissed him deeply, opening his mouth again, needing and inviting.
Jared, however, wasn’t quite ready to give in. He kissed Jensen harder, fighting back the urge to just give in and come; he didn’t want it to end yet, didn’t want to let go of the moment just yet, so he battened down the hatches and rode Jensen’s orgasm out. The fluttering clench of Jensen’s muscles nearly did him in, close and teetering on the brink, but it was the utter, raw openness in Jensen’s eyes that finally did him in. Jared moaned into Jensen’s mouth and his hips snapped forward in a rapid series of hard thrusts, and then he came with a quiet whimper as he shuddered through it, mouth fastened to Jensen’s as though he were the last lung-full of air he’d ever have.
The longer that Jared stayed in him, the more addicted to Jared Jensen became. Just the feelings that ran through him, the thoughts that Jared awoke in him, it was too much for him but in other ways nowhere near enough. Jensen moaned into Jared’s mouth and kissed him back, lovingly clinging hard to him with his arms, legs and mouth. He closed his eyes and felt sweat and heat pouring off his skin, come lining his belly and leaking out of his well-fucked ass.
Jared broke the kiss and sighed, burying his face in Jensen’s neck for a moment, trying to gather himself. Their lovemaking had been intense, and had actually felt like lovemaking from both sides, even without taking into consideration Jensen’s lust-dazed confession. After a long moment of gathering himself, Jared carefully eased out and settled against Jensen’s chest, still holding his weight up on his elbows, unwilling to crush Jensen. “That, my dear prince,” he puffed out, barely managing the words around the need to refill his lungs, “is my idea of treating you right.”
Jensen's eyes closed and opened again very slowly; he was tired now and spent. He cuddled close to Jared, all arms and legs as he held onto him tightly with a soft and sleepy smile on his lips. He took several deep breaths, trying to return his heart rate and breathing to normal as he half laughed. Jared was easily the best thing that ever happened to Jensen and his now exhausted state he had no cause or thought to fear that realization. "My princess," he mumbled back.
“Never any doubt about that,” Jared murmured quietly and kissed Jensen’s cheek. He stayed wrapped in Jensen’s arms for another few moments before pulling away. “Let’s get under the blankets, baby, and then we can cuddle some more. Wanna hold you while you sleep, wrapped up tight in my arms.” It would usually be the sort of talk that would send Jensen running for the hills, but after a round like that there was no way Jen would hold it against him. Jared sat up before peeling the blankets down, glad they’d been on top of the blankets and thus sparing both of them sleeping in the wet spot, and tugging Jensen into his side, tiredly trying to get Jen under the blankets with him.
"M'kay, want that too." Jensen moved with Jared’s urging, sliding in next to him warm and comfortable under the blankets and snuggled close to Jared's body. Someone couldn't pay Jensen to leave the comfort of the room or the bed at this point. Once he was settled under the blankets his arms came around to seek out Jared again and held him as much as he sought being held. He smiled and sighed a little. "So, you did get me to beg," he said after a few moments of comfortable silence.
“Yeah, I did, and I wasn’t even trying,” Jared murmured, grinning and cuddling Jensen against his chest, fingers toying with Jensen’s hair, the other arm wrapped tightly around Jensen’s shoulders.
Jensen laughed and shook his head. "God help me if you ever do try." He sighed and snuggled closer to Jared.
“I’m still gonna get your nipples pierced, though. You own my ass and I own your nipples,” he laughed softly, worn out and fighting off sleep. The E fizzled out in his blood, his cock thankfully softening after so much sex.
"Sounds like a fair exchange; you wear my mark and I'll wear yours," he said, laughing softly. Jensen looked up at Jared and ran a hand through his hair, his own eyelids fighting with him to close. "Go to sleep, baby, you look how I feel right now: dead to the world." He settled down and tried to bring Jared with him.
“Coming three times in less than two hours kind of does that to you,” Jared teased tiredly and tucked Jensen up tight against his chest, cuddling him. “You’d better be here when I wake up in the morning or I’ll call your cousin and have him tease you for running away like a little girl. Besides, I make awesome waffles and pancakes.”
Jensen moved up and buried his face into Jared's chest, nodding. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised with a light laugh. "Besides, I fully plan on dragging your ass, or should I say my ass, down to the tattoo place tomorrow."
Jared laughed softly. “Okay, okay; tattoo and piercings in the morning after breakfast.” He nuzzled his cheek against the top of Jensen’s head and sighed heavily, his lids drooping and then falling shut. “Night, Jen,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his best friend’s head.
Jensen turned a little and planted a kiss on Jared's chest before allowing his eyes to drop close. "Night Jared," he mumbled back. Jared's warmth and gentle grip had him asleep in seconds.
Chapter Seven pt. I