The Learning Curve | Jared/Jensen | NC-17
Title: The Learning Curve
Author: __tiana__
Characters: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3700ish words
Summary: AU. Jensen is getting to know his new roommate, better and better.
Disclaimer: No harm is meant by this act of fiction.
Author’s Note: Written for salt_burn_porn in reply to the prompt: I didn’t know you were into that.
Jensen was fast discovering that his new roommate was possibly the walking, talking embodiment of a book you did not judge by its cover. Not that the cover was a bad thing, by any means. Oh no, the cover was 6’4” of tanned Texan muscle, so Jensen wasn’t complaining about that. He just found himself constantly re-evaluating what was going on underneath that impossibly lush head of hair.
His first pre-conception was shattered when he offered to help Jared move in, and hours later, carried what had to be the forty third box of books into the guy’s room.
“Seriously, more books? Do you build things out of these or what?” Jensen thumped the last box onto the stack in the corner and stared at the array of cardboard boxes.
“Just brainpower, Jensen.” Jared winked at him, brushing sweaty hair out of his face as he heaved a bookshelf into place. “Besides, I teach English Lit. Books kind of come with the territory.”
Jensen nodded, as if he remembered that from when Jared answered his ad for a new roommate after Chad (thank god) moved out. When Jared had walked in and flashed a set of dimples while holding out his (massive, ngh) hand to shake, Jensen had mentally given him the room, and nodded through the entire chat instead of, y’know, actually listening. He’d walked away thinking that with a body like that, Jared was probably a trainer or something. Jensen was sometimes a dumbass.
“Right, right. ‘course.”
Then there was the yoga. Jensen was pretty sure getting a hard-on that fast had to be dangerous, but when he threw the front door open, hands full, and witnessed Jared in downward dog, ass pointed right at him, his dick didn’t give him a choice.
He dropped most of the things he was carrying with a barely muted swear. His travel mug rolled under the sofa.
Jared craned his neck to look at him between his legs. “Oh hey, man.” And then he shifted into a new position and Jensen quickly snatched his messenger bag around to hide his traitorous dick.
“Yoga, huh? Didn’t know you were into that.” If his voice was a little strangled, he hoped Jared didn’t notice.
“Oh yeah. Been doing it for years. It’s okay I do it out here, right? Not enough space in my room.”
“Sure, yeah. Great.” Jensen stumbled out of the room after grabbing up most of his stuff, but when he looked back, he was fairly sure he whimpered.
Tuesday, when Jensen came home, he smelled something amazing when he walked in. Jared had his feet kicked up on the coffee table, large book open in his lap, reading glasses on and a look of concentration Jensen was fast finding himself referring to as Jared’s hot teacher look. “Is that...did you…?”
“Hmm?” Jared put his finger down on the page and looked up. The fact that he was so intent on his reading he didn’t even hear Jensen come in was somehow hot. Jensen was starting to lose perspective.
“You made apple pie?” Because there it was, sitting on the kitchen counter across the room. It wasn’t in a box, like the ones Jensen bought. It was sitting there in a ceramic pie dish, on a towel, cooling. Brown, sugary crust with a huge pile of apples underneath. That pie had been handmade.
“Oh yeah, we had a ton of apples, so I figured I’d use some. Help yourself, man.” Jared smiled at him before looking down at his book as if he had not just floored Jensen.
When Jensen was moaning around his second piece of pie, skipping dinner in favor of it, Jared started laughing from the couch. “Dude, that’s not even my best. I can make a chocolate mousse that’ll have you crying for your mama.”
“You’re my favorite roommate.”
“I’m your only roommate.”
“In history, man.” Jensen slid another forkful of apple goodness in his mouth and closed his eyes.
The discoveries of the various wonders of Jared that Jensen didn’t know about just kept coming. Jared liked watching The Voice and got emotional about good singing, even though he admitted his own attempts at singing in high school drama had been more like caterwauling. (Jensen didn’t know Jared was into theater.) Jared called his mama every Sunday night without fail. Didn’t know he was into family, but if the loud Skype calls with his nephew were an indication, he loved to dote as Unca Jay. Jared liked arguing about sports and discussing science (he loved astronomy, volunteered at the planetarium - Jensen didn’t know hot guys liked that stuff) and refused to debate religion or politics with friends. (Said it was the easiest way to lose one.) He was addicted to his phone, but mostly to play a dizzying number of games of Words with Friends. Apparently Jared was really into words and competition, as Jensen had never been that soundly beaten in his life - at anything - the first time they played.
But upon the weeks of twists and turns, and fascinating things that Jared was into (bonsai, kickboxing, tea - not coffee), it was the one he learned on a Friday night when his night out had gone belly up and he stumbled back home only vaguely buzzed, but early, that was his favorite.
He could hear the TV on in Jared’s room, door shut. Remembered that when he told Jared he had a date with this new guy, Tyler, Jared said he was going to stay in, catch up on some grading. Tyler was an asshole and boring as fuck (he was never letting Chad set him up) and Jensen had bailed after two drinks, trying to be polite but getting out while he could.
He went to the fridge, grabbed two beers, figured he’d say hey to Jared, see if he was done grading since the TV was on. Maybe they could watch a movie. Jensen could find out if Jared was into old school kung fu flicks.
They had a pretty lenient policy on closed doors, so Jensen knocked once and then nudged it open, already talking. “Hey man, so that was a bust - do you want to -”
Jared was naked. Jensen’s mouth stayed open, all words drying up in a heartbeat. Jared was naked, on his bed. Naked on his bed, legs spread, sitting up against the headboard. Naked, skin as far as the eye could see, and Jensen was definitely staring. His mouth snapped shut.
The TV was the only light in the room, but it was enough for Jensen to see that Jared was also hard. He had one hand wrapped around his dick, jacking it slow and smooth, eyes closed, and several things happened at once in the next moment.
Jared heard Jensen, and his eyes snapped open. Jensen heard the TV more clearly, and swiveled his eyes to it to reveal a guy getting his ass pounded into next week, bent over a bed. Hands cuffed behind his back. Even as he stared, he heard Jared sputtering a few words and swung his gaze back to him.
Still naked. And perhaps Jared wasn’t aware, but still had his hand on his impressive - and still hard - dick.
Jensen said the only thing he could think of in that moment as they stared at each other across the room. “Didn’t know you were into that.” He tilted his head toward the TV.
“I…” Jared was looking from the TV where the sound of skin slapped and moaning continued unabated. He seemed unsure what to say next, sliding a pillow across his lap, which meant Jensen had been staring there.
Being horny made Jensen brave. Or stupid. He would find out soon enough. “I mean, I hoped you were into that, but didn’t know.” He put the beers down on the dresser, leaned against it, arms crossed on his chest.
Jared’s eyes scanned Jensen, then the TV, then Jensen again. Even in the dim, blue-tinted light, Jensen could see Jared was flushed and sweaty. His chest was gleaming, for god’s sake, muscles outlined. He was an unfair person to hide all that from the world every day. And Jensen might have a slightly stronger buzz than he thought, or he was getting kind of drunk on naked Jared.
“Into which part, exactly?” Jared released the death grip he had on the pillow covering his lap, and tilted his head.
The fact that Jared wasn’t fumbling for the remote, wasn’t stammering explanations or asking Jensen to leave, gave Jensen hope. “Well, into guys, first off. Didn’t know that. Started to think you were maybe a monk.”
“Hard to focus on picking up guys when there’s a goddamn male model in the next room.” Jared’s eyes shifted down and away from Jensen, and that’s when he realized Jared was talking about him.
“What? Me?”
“No, Mr. Simmons in 304. Yes, you, dammit. Don’t pretend you don’t know you’re hot as hell.”
It’s true that Jensen knew he was attractive enough, but Jared was making him sound like something more, while Jared was sitting there, sculpted out of living breathing marble like some modern day Greek god. “You’re one to talk.” Not his wittiest retort ever, but shit, all of Jensen’s blood was in his cock, how was he expected to think?
When Jared didn’t answer, Jensen looked back at the TV. The guy in cuffs was on the bed now on his knees, cheek pressed against the mattress. The other guy knelt up behind him, hand wrapped around the chain of the cuffs, still going at it. “And you’re into - which part of this scenario?”
Shifting his gaze back to Jared, he found a far more heated gaze meeting his, some barrier seemed to have fallen away. It made Jensen’s mouth go dry.
“The part where you’re cuffed on my bed.” Jared’s voice was pitched low, almost soft. An undercurrent in it that was like an electric shock to Jensen’s system.
“Well, shit.” Jensen wet his lips, swallowing hard. He uncrossed his arms, stared at Jared for some kind of clue that this wasn’t idle talk. That he wanted it. Because Jensen wanted it. Jensen passed wanting it about three exits back and was fast approaching needing it.
“C’mere.” Jared shifted, sitting up a little. He reached for the remote and paused the TV. The image frozen onscreen was still the last position Jensen had seen. Back muscles and open mouths and silver cuffs.
Jensen walked over, stood at the side of the bed. He reached up for the top button of his shirt and then hesitated. “You hiding a pair of handcuffs around here somewhere?” He pretended to search the area, but let a smirk play across his face as he did.
“What if I was?” Jared’s eyes were locked on his, his hands still clutching the pillow.
“Damn, Jared.” Jensen worked the buttons quickly, stripping off his shirt and tossing it on the ground. Jared reached out and grabbed his pants by the belt and yanked him to the edge of the bed.
“Slow down.” Jared’s tongue darted out to wet his mouth. “Please.” The thread of demand softened by a request just about undid Jensen. Jared was stomping all over his buttons without even knowing it. Christ, he hoped Jared did have cuffs tucked somewhere.
He did as asked, and slowly undid his belt, his button, zipper and then the jeans were heading south to the floor as deliberately as Jensen could manage. He shuffled off his socks and was left in just underwear.
Jared ran a finger along the inside of the waistband of his boxers. “Those too. If you’re - coming.”
“That’s the idea, isn’t it?” Jensen winked at him, feeling bold and full of anticipation at getting what he wanted. Jensen liked to get what he wanted, and Jared was on the top of the list.
Jared shoved the pillow aside and swung his legs off the side of the bed, yanking Jensen to stand between his knees. He looked up at him, and then leaned forward and pressed his mouth to the fabric covering the bulge of Jensen’s dick. He sucked, wetting the fabric, and making Jensen jerk. “Yeah, that’s the idea.” He breathed hot air against the wet fabric, and Jensen suddenly found his own hands plunged into Jared’s mop of hair, fingers twisting in it. He didn’t pull, wasn’t that guy, didn’t try to force anything along, but fuck, he wanted this.
“Be good, Jensen. You’ll get what you need.” The tone brooked no argument, and yet was still playful. Jensen felt a need to please Jared in that moment, and he wondered at how quickly he’d fallen under his spell.
Jared pulled the waistband down low enough to tuck it under Jensen’s balls, putting everything on display. Jensen watched as Jared just looked at his cock for a moment, before lightly trailing his long fingers the length of him. Not holding, just touching. He held his breath as Jared did finally close his hand around him, holding his dick steady so Jared could lick the tip, could suck the moisture beading there. Jensen’s hands flexed in Jared’s hair, but he didn’t yank. He wanted to, but felt that was going to get a reprimand, and he didn’t want to slow the momentum.
Jared smiled, a slow, satisified smile as Jensen relaxed his grip on Jared’s hair. He murmured, “Good boy,” as he slid his mouth down Jensen’s dick, pulling it into slick, wet heat and Jensen groaned. Jared’s hands cupped his ass, a firm grip, and he controlled the pace, just like that. Jensen wanted to thrust, wanted to fuck Jared’s face, but he didn’t. He held steady, fingers light on Jared’s head as the mouth he’d fantasized about sucked his dick, humming and groaning around it. It didn’t take very long for Jensen to feel like he might come, much sooner than he wanted, but at the same time, hard to resist the idea letting go in Jared’s welcoming throat.
Right when he felt he was passing a point of no return, Jared pulled back, face flushed, hand still holding Jensen’s dick by the base. Voice a little rougher, mouth wet, he looked up at Jensen. “I want to fuck you, Jensen. You gonna let me?”
Jensen just stared down, the mental image of Jared holding him down on the bed with his hands cuffed behind his back already playing in his mind. He forgot he needed to answer the question until Jared’s mouth kissed the tip of his painfully hard dick.
“Jensen?” A thread of uncertainty was there, and Jensen wanted to erase it immediately.
“God, yes. I wanted you to fuck me the day you moved in.” Well, he hadn’t quite meant to admit that.
It was worth the vulnerability for the way Jared’s face lit up, wide smile spreading quickly. “Even after you carried all those books?”
“Even then.”
“Well, shit, we’ve both been wasting time, then.” Jared shrugged a little, and Jensen felt a warmth pool in his gut.
Jensen grabbed Jared’s hand and pulled. “Come on, stand up.” Jared did as he was asked, though clearly not sure why. While he was getting up to the side of Jensen, Jensen yanked off his underwear and still facing the bed, leaned over to put his hands palm down on the sheets. He glanced over his shoulder right as he heard a sharp inhale, and felt Jared’s strong arms wrap around his chest and pull him up into a standing position, with Jared’s long, hard body pressed firmly against him.
Jared’s mouth dipped down next to his ear, a mild reminder that Jared was taller, bigger. “You know what it does to me to see you like that? Bent over for me?”
“Guessing I do.” Jensen shifted his ass against Jared’s hard cock trapped between them. Jared moaned in his ear.
“Shit, I have to have you.”
“Then take me already.” Jensen handed his permission to Jared wrapped up in those four words, and he heard Jared acknowledge it with a soft grunt. He barely had time to get his hands out to catch himself as Jared bent them both forward over the bed. Jared stood back up, hand on Jensen’s back, exerting the slightest pressure. When he lifted his hand, Jensen stayed.
Soft rustling behind him and then slick lube was being slowly massaged around his hole, then pushed in. The motions were repeated over and over, methodically, first one finger then two. Jared offered soft encouragement, all filth and admiration of Jensen and the way he was taking his fingers, nice and tight and willing. By the time Jensen was stretched enough to take what he had seen to be a sizeable dick, he was feeling pliable and strung out on Jared’s hands and his heat.
Jared’s hand slid around to press against Jensen’s lower stomach, just brushing against his still hard dick. He pulled slightly, sharpening the angle of Jensen’s body, pushing his ass up higher. It made Jensen feel a weird tangle of vulnerable and powerful when Jared groaned and ran his other hand over the side of his ass, pulling him open. Before he had a moment to think about if Jared was going to fuck him or just admire him, Jensen felt the hard press against his hole, the slick cool latex covering a dick that was apparently bigger than he realized as it angled for entrance. The pressure of the hand on his lower abdomen increased as Jared pushed down with his dick, while pulling Jensen onto it at the same time. Jensen was panting at the unrelenting pace, falling to his forearms and dropping his forehead to the mattress.
And Jared, Jared couldn’t stop talking. He was a talker, anyway, and apparently that carried over into the bedroom. Jensen’s hole was apparently perfect, and tight, and Jared was going to take his time, ram into him deep, so deep, and so hard that Jensen was going to come hanging off his dick, and on and on, and it was making Jensen flush, heat spreading down his neck to his chest as Jared’s cock slid back, and then in again, each time reaching deeper into him.
And then Jared bottomed out, his hips coming to meet Jensen’s ass, and Jensen was full to the brim, breaths coming hard.
“You okay?” Jared didn’t move, leaned over to kiss Jensen’s shoulder. It got Jensen’s attention, and he realized they hadn’t kissed yet. He craned his neck around and Jared didn’t need to be told, he dove to snatch Jensen’s mouth, pressing hard kisses to his lips, pressing them open to get his tongue inside. Even as the kiss got dirtier and deeper, Jared’s hips flexed, giving a half-thrust. Jensen moaned into the kiss, and Jared did it again. By the third time, Jensen needed air. He pulled away and bit at Jared’s lip.
“Come on, fuck me. Show me what you want.” He smiled as he said it and Jared smiled back before Jensen dropped his gaze to the bed below him.
Jared pulled out most of the way and then slid back home. Then he did it again. And then again, but harder. Jensen felt his body jerk every time and he welcomed it. He knew, though, there was something else, and he knew he didn’t have to, but suddenly it was all he could think about doing. Jensen lowered his cheek to the bed, shifting his shoulders to catch his weight, and lifted his arms behind his back, locking them together at his lower back.
Everything stopped. Jared stopped mid-thrust, breath coming hard in the quiet. Without a word, Jared’s right hand carefully closed around Jensen’s wrists, holding them both. Then he started thrusting again, strong, deep, purposeful strokes, and Jensen closed his eyes, body aching from the strain, and he loved it. He focused on it, on how he had given himself over to Jared, and how he felt free to revel in what Jared was doing to him, how he was -
“Gonna come, Jared. Can you -” And before he could finish the thought, Jared’s hand was there, stroking him to completion, and Jensen groaned loudly as he came, streaking his chest and the sheets. Standing behind him, Jared now had the one hand still locked around his wrists and the other grasping Jensen’s hip. His thrusts grew in speed and ferocity right up until he came, hips jerking against Jensen.
Jared let go of his wrists, but Jensen kept them clasped. When Jared tipped forward, he pressed his sweaty forehead to Jensen’s back for a moment before he shifted, laid a kiss on Jensen’s wrist and then stood up, gently pulling out. Only then did Jensen release his wrists and carefully push himself up to a standing position. He turned and faced Jared, took in flush in his face, his sweat dampened hair and finally, the look in his eyes, which was far more tender than he expected.
Looked like they had both just jumped in the deep end. He leaned in for a kiss, deep and filthy, exploring and promising. When they broke apart, Jensen bit his lip, “Next time, we’ll try those cuffs.”
Jared nodded with a wicked grin.
Jensen went back in for another kiss, and maybe another round and another hint at what else Jared liked. And Jensen had a feeling whatever it was, he was going to be into that.
Author: __tiana__
Characters: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3700ish words
Summary: AU. Jensen is getting to know his new roommate, better and better.
Disclaimer: No harm is meant by this act of fiction.
Author’s Note: Written for salt_burn_porn in reply to the prompt: I didn’t know you were into that.
Jensen was fast discovering that his new roommate was possibly the walking, talking embodiment of a book you did not judge by its cover. Not that the cover was a bad thing, by any means. Oh no, the cover was 6’4” of tanned Texan muscle, so Jensen wasn’t complaining about that. He just found himself constantly re-evaluating what was going on underneath that impossibly lush head of hair.
His first pre-conception was shattered when he offered to help Jared move in, and hours later, carried what had to be the forty third box of books into the guy’s room.
“Seriously, more books? Do you build things out of these or what?” Jensen thumped the last box onto the stack in the corner and stared at the array of cardboard boxes.
“Just brainpower, Jensen.” Jared winked at him, brushing sweaty hair out of his face as he heaved a bookshelf into place. “Besides, I teach English Lit. Books kind of come with the territory.”
Jensen nodded, as if he remembered that from when Jared answered his ad for a new roommate after Chad (thank god) moved out. When Jared had walked in and flashed a set of dimples while holding out his (massive, ngh) hand to shake, Jensen had mentally given him the room, and nodded through the entire chat instead of, y’know, actually listening. He’d walked away thinking that with a body like that, Jared was probably a trainer or something. Jensen was sometimes a dumbass.
“Right, right. ‘course.”
Then there was the yoga. Jensen was pretty sure getting a hard-on that fast had to be dangerous, but when he threw the front door open, hands full, and witnessed Jared in downward dog, ass pointed right at him, his dick didn’t give him a choice.
He dropped most of the things he was carrying with a barely muted swear. His travel mug rolled under the sofa.
Jared craned his neck to look at him between his legs. “Oh hey, man.” And then he shifted into a new position and Jensen quickly snatched his messenger bag around to hide his traitorous dick.
“Yoga, huh? Didn’t know you were into that.” If his voice was a little strangled, he hoped Jared didn’t notice.
“Oh yeah. Been doing it for years. It’s okay I do it out here, right? Not enough space in my room.”
“Sure, yeah. Great.” Jensen stumbled out of the room after grabbing up most of his stuff, but when he looked back, he was fairly sure he whimpered.
Tuesday, when Jensen came home, he smelled something amazing when he walked in. Jared had his feet kicked up on the coffee table, large book open in his lap, reading glasses on and a look of concentration Jensen was fast finding himself referring to as Jared’s hot teacher look. “Is that...did you…?”
“Hmm?” Jared put his finger down on the page and looked up. The fact that he was so intent on his reading he didn’t even hear Jensen come in was somehow hot. Jensen was starting to lose perspective.
“You made apple pie?” Because there it was, sitting on the kitchen counter across the room. It wasn’t in a box, like the ones Jensen bought. It was sitting there in a ceramic pie dish, on a towel, cooling. Brown, sugary crust with a huge pile of apples underneath. That pie had been handmade.
“Oh yeah, we had a ton of apples, so I figured I’d use some. Help yourself, man.” Jared smiled at him before looking down at his book as if he had not just floored Jensen.
When Jensen was moaning around his second piece of pie, skipping dinner in favor of it, Jared started laughing from the couch. “Dude, that’s not even my best. I can make a chocolate mousse that’ll have you crying for your mama.”
“You’re my favorite roommate.”
“I’m your only roommate.”
“In history, man.” Jensen slid another forkful of apple goodness in his mouth and closed his eyes.
The discoveries of the various wonders of Jared that Jensen didn’t know about just kept coming. Jared liked watching The Voice and got emotional about good singing, even though he admitted his own attempts at singing in high school drama had been more like caterwauling. (Jensen didn’t know Jared was into theater.) Jared called his mama every Sunday night without fail. Didn’t know he was into family, but if the loud Skype calls with his nephew were an indication, he loved to dote as Unca Jay. Jared liked arguing about sports and discussing science (he loved astronomy, volunteered at the planetarium - Jensen didn’t know hot guys liked that stuff) and refused to debate religion or politics with friends. (Said it was the easiest way to lose one.) He was addicted to his phone, but mostly to play a dizzying number of games of Words with Friends. Apparently Jared was really into words and competition, as Jensen had never been that soundly beaten in his life - at anything - the first time they played.
But upon the weeks of twists and turns, and fascinating things that Jared was into (bonsai, kickboxing, tea - not coffee), it was the one he learned on a Friday night when his night out had gone belly up and he stumbled back home only vaguely buzzed, but early, that was his favorite.
He could hear the TV on in Jared’s room, door shut. Remembered that when he told Jared he had a date with this new guy, Tyler, Jared said he was going to stay in, catch up on some grading. Tyler was an asshole and boring as fuck (he was never letting Chad set him up) and Jensen had bailed after two drinks, trying to be polite but getting out while he could.
He went to the fridge, grabbed two beers, figured he’d say hey to Jared, see if he was done grading since the TV was on. Maybe they could watch a movie. Jensen could find out if Jared was into old school kung fu flicks.
They had a pretty lenient policy on closed doors, so Jensen knocked once and then nudged it open, already talking. “Hey man, so that was a bust - do you want to -”
Jared was naked. Jensen’s mouth stayed open, all words drying up in a heartbeat. Jared was naked, on his bed. Naked on his bed, legs spread, sitting up against the headboard. Naked, skin as far as the eye could see, and Jensen was definitely staring. His mouth snapped shut.
The TV was the only light in the room, but it was enough for Jensen to see that Jared was also hard. He had one hand wrapped around his dick, jacking it slow and smooth, eyes closed, and several things happened at once in the next moment.
Jared heard Jensen, and his eyes snapped open. Jensen heard the TV more clearly, and swiveled his eyes to it to reveal a guy getting his ass pounded into next week, bent over a bed. Hands cuffed behind his back. Even as he stared, he heard Jared sputtering a few words and swung his gaze back to him.
Still naked. And perhaps Jared wasn’t aware, but still had his hand on his impressive - and still hard - dick.
Jensen said the only thing he could think of in that moment as they stared at each other across the room. “Didn’t know you were into that.” He tilted his head toward the TV.
“I…” Jared was looking from the TV where the sound of skin slapped and moaning continued unabated. He seemed unsure what to say next, sliding a pillow across his lap, which meant Jensen had been staring there.
Being horny made Jensen brave. Or stupid. He would find out soon enough. “I mean, I hoped you were into that, but didn’t know.” He put the beers down on the dresser, leaned against it, arms crossed on his chest.
Jared’s eyes scanned Jensen, then the TV, then Jensen again. Even in the dim, blue-tinted light, Jensen could see Jared was flushed and sweaty. His chest was gleaming, for god’s sake, muscles outlined. He was an unfair person to hide all that from the world every day. And Jensen might have a slightly stronger buzz than he thought, or he was getting kind of drunk on naked Jared.
“Into which part, exactly?” Jared released the death grip he had on the pillow covering his lap, and tilted his head.
The fact that Jared wasn’t fumbling for the remote, wasn’t stammering explanations or asking Jensen to leave, gave Jensen hope. “Well, into guys, first off. Didn’t know that. Started to think you were maybe a monk.”
“Hard to focus on picking up guys when there’s a goddamn male model in the next room.” Jared’s eyes shifted down and away from Jensen, and that’s when he realized Jared was talking about him.
“What? Me?”
“No, Mr. Simmons in 304. Yes, you, dammit. Don’t pretend you don’t know you’re hot as hell.”
It’s true that Jensen knew he was attractive enough, but Jared was making him sound like something more, while Jared was sitting there, sculpted out of living breathing marble like some modern day Greek god. “You’re one to talk.” Not his wittiest retort ever, but shit, all of Jensen’s blood was in his cock, how was he expected to think?
When Jared didn’t answer, Jensen looked back at the TV. The guy in cuffs was on the bed now on his knees, cheek pressed against the mattress. The other guy knelt up behind him, hand wrapped around the chain of the cuffs, still going at it. “And you’re into - which part of this scenario?”
Shifting his gaze back to Jared, he found a far more heated gaze meeting his, some barrier seemed to have fallen away. It made Jensen’s mouth go dry.
“The part where you’re cuffed on my bed.” Jared’s voice was pitched low, almost soft. An undercurrent in it that was like an electric shock to Jensen’s system.
“Well, shit.” Jensen wet his lips, swallowing hard. He uncrossed his arms, stared at Jared for some kind of clue that this wasn’t idle talk. That he wanted it. Because Jensen wanted it. Jensen passed wanting it about three exits back and was fast approaching needing it.
“C’mere.” Jared shifted, sitting up a little. He reached for the remote and paused the TV. The image frozen onscreen was still the last position Jensen had seen. Back muscles and open mouths and silver cuffs.
Jensen walked over, stood at the side of the bed. He reached up for the top button of his shirt and then hesitated. “You hiding a pair of handcuffs around here somewhere?” He pretended to search the area, but let a smirk play across his face as he did.
“What if I was?” Jared’s eyes were locked on his, his hands still clutching the pillow.
“Damn, Jared.” Jensen worked the buttons quickly, stripping off his shirt and tossing it on the ground. Jared reached out and grabbed his pants by the belt and yanked him to the edge of the bed.
“Slow down.” Jared’s tongue darted out to wet his mouth. “Please.” The thread of demand softened by a request just about undid Jensen. Jared was stomping all over his buttons without even knowing it. Christ, he hoped Jared did have cuffs tucked somewhere.
He did as asked, and slowly undid his belt, his button, zipper and then the jeans were heading south to the floor as deliberately as Jensen could manage. He shuffled off his socks and was left in just underwear.
Jared ran a finger along the inside of the waistband of his boxers. “Those too. If you’re - coming.”
“That’s the idea, isn’t it?” Jensen winked at him, feeling bold and full of anticipation at getting what he wanted. Jensen liked to get what he wanted, and Jared was on the top of the list.
Jared shoved the pillow aside and swung his legs off the side of the bed, yanking Jensen to stand between his knees. He looked up at him, and then leaned forward and pressed his mouth to the fabric covering the bulge of Jensen’s dick. He sucked, wetting the fabric, and making Jensen jerk. “Yeah, that’s the idea.” He breathed hot air against the wet fabric, and Jensen suddenly found his own hands plunged into Jared’s mop of hair, fingers twisting in it. He didn’t pull, wasn’t that guy, didn’t try to force anything along, but fuck, he wanted this.
“Be good, Jensen. You’ll get what you need.” The tone brooked no argument, and yet was still playful. Jensen felt a need to please Jared in that moment, and he wondered at how quickly he’d fallen under his spell.
Jared pulled the waistband down low enough to tuck it under Jensen’s balls, putting everything on display. Jensen watched as Jared just looked at his cock for a moment, before lightly trailing his long fingers the length of him. Not holding, just touching. He held his breath as Jared did finally close his hand around him, holding his dick steady so Jared could lick the tip, could suck the moisture beading there. Jensen’s hands flexed in Jared’s hair, but he didn’t yank. He wanted to, but felt that was going to get a reprimand, and he didn’t want to slow the momentum.
Jared smiled, a slow, satisified smile as Jensen relaxed his grip on Jared’s hair. He murmured, “Good boy,” as he slid his mouth down Jensen’s dick, pulling it into slick, wet heat and Jensen groaned. Jared’s hands cupped his ass, a firm grip, and he controlled the pace, just like that. Jensen wanted to thrust, wanted to fuck Jared’s face, but he didn’t. He held steady, fingers light on Jared’s head as the mouth he’d fantasized about sucked his dick, humming and groaning around it. It didn’t take very long for Jensen to feel like he might come, much sooner than he wanted, but at the same time, hard to resist the idea letting go in Jared’s welcoming throat.
Right when he felt he was passing a point of no return, Jared pulled back, face flushed, hand still holding Jensen’s dick by the base. Voice a little rougher, mouth wet, he looked up at Jensen. “I want to fuck you, Jensen. You gonna let me?”
Jensen just stared down, the mental image of Jared holding him down on the bed with his hands cuffed behind his back already playing in his mind. He forgot he needed to answer the question until Jared’s mouth kissed the tip of his painfully hard dick.
“Jensen?” A thread of uncertainty was there, and Jensen wanted to erase it immediately.
“God, yes. I wanted you to fuck me the day you moved in.” Well, he hadn’t quite meant to admit that.
It was worth the vulnerability for the way Jared’s face lit up, wide smile spreading quickly. “Even after you carried all those books?”
“Even then.”
“Well, shit, we’ve both been wasting time, then.” Jared shrugged a little, and Jensen felt a warmth pool in his gut.
Jensen grabbed Jared’s hand and pulled. “Come on, stand up.” Jared did as he was asked, though clearly not sure why. While he was getting up to the side of Jensen, Jensen yanked off his underwear and still facing the bed, leaned over to put his hands palm down on the sheets. He glanced over his shoulder right as he heard a sharp inhale, and felt Jared’s strong arms wrap around his chest and pull him up into a standing position, with Jared’s long, hard body pressed firmly against him.
Jared’s mouth dipped down next to his ear, a mild reminder that Jared was taller, bigger. “You know what it does to me to see you like that? Bent over for me?”
“Guessing I do.” Jensen shifted his ass against Jared’s hard cock trapped between them. Jared moaned in his ear.
“Shit, I have to have you.”
“Then take me already.” Jensen handed his permission to Jared wrapped up in those four words, and he heard Jared acknowledge it with a soft grunt. He barely had time to get his hands out to catch himself as Jared bent them both forward over the bed. Jared stood back up, hand on Jensen’s back, exerting the slightest pressure. When he lifted his hand, Jensen stayed.
Soft rustling behind him and then slick lube was being slowly massaged around his hole, then pushed in. The motions were repeated over and over, methodically, first one finger then two. Jared offered soft encouragement, all filth and admiration of Jensen and the way he was taking his fingers, nice and tight and willing. By the time Jensen was stretched enough to take what he had seen to be a sizeable dick, he was feeling pliable and strung out on Jared’s hands and his heat.
Jared’s hand slid around to press against Jensen’s lower stomach, just brushing against his still hard dick. He pulled slightly, sharpening the angle of Jensen’s body, pushing his ass up higher. It made Jensen feel a weird tangle of vulnerable and powerful when Jared groaned and ran his other hand over the side of his ass, pulling him open. Before he had a moment to think about if Jared was going to fuck him or just admire him, Jensen felt the hard press against his hole, the slick cool latex covering a dick that was apparently bigger than he realized as it angled for entrance. The pressure of the hand on his lower abdomen increased as Jared pushed down with his dick, while pulling Jensen onto it at the same time. Jensen was panting at the unrelenting pace, falling to his forearms and dropping his forehead to the mattress.
And Jared, Jared couldn’t stop talking. He was a talker, anyway, and apparently that carried over into the bedroom. Jensen’s hole was apparently perfect, and tight, and Jared was going to take his time, ram into him deep, so deep, and so hard that Jensen was going to come hanging off his dick, and on and on, and it was making Jensen flush, heat spreading down his neck to his chest as Jared’s cock slid back, and then in again, each time reaching deeper into him.
And then Jared bottomed out, his hips coming to meet Jensen’s ass, and Jensen was full to the brim, breaths coming hard.
“You okay?” Jared didn’t move, leaned over to kiss Jensen’s shoulder. It got Jensen’s attention, and he realized they hadn’t kissed yet. He craned his neck around and Jared didn’t need to be told, he dove to snatch Jensen’s mouth, pressing hard kisses to his lips, pressing them open to get his tongue inside. Even as the kiss got dirtier and deeper, Jared’s hips flexed, giving a half-thrust. Jensen moaned into the kiss, and Jared did it again. By the third time, Jensen needed air. He pulled away and bit at Jared’s lip.
“Come on, fuck me. Show me what you want.” He smiled as he said it and Jared smiled back before Jensen dropped his gaze to the bed below him.
Jared pulled out most of the way and then slid back home. Then he did it again. And then again, but harder. Jensen felt his body jerk every time and he welcomed it. He knew, though, there was something else, and he knew he didn’t have to, but suddenly it was all he could think about doing. Jensen lowered his cheek to the bed, shifting his shoulders to catch his weight, and lifted his arms behind his back, locking them together at his lower back.
Everything stopped. Jared stopped mid-thrust, breath coming hard in the quiet. Without a word, Jared’s right hand carefully closed around Jensen’s wrists, holding them both. Then he started thrusting again, strong, deep, purposeful strokes, and Jensen closed his eyes, body aching from the strain, and he loved it. He focused on it, on how he had given himself over to Jared, and how he felt free to revel in what Jared was doing to him, how he was -
“Gonna come, Jared. Can you -” And before he could finish the thought, Jared’s hand was there, stroking him to completion, and Jensen groaned loudly as he came, streaking his chest and the sheets. Standing behind him, Jared now had the one hand still locked around his wrists and the other grasping Jensen’s hip. His thrusts grew in speed and ferocity right up until he came, hips jerking against Jensen.
Jared let go of his wrists, but Jensen kept them clasped. When Jared tipped forward, he pressed his sweaty forehead to Jensen’s back for a moment before he shifted, laid a kiss on Jensen’s wrist and then stood up, gently pulling out. Only then did Jensen release his wrists and carefully push himself up to a standing position. He turned and faced Jared, took in flush in his face, his sweat dampened hair and finally, the look in his eyes, which was far more tender than he expected.
Looked like they had both just jumped in the deep end. He leaned in for a kiss, deep and filthy, exploring and promising. When they broke apart, Jensen bit his lip, “Next time, we’ll try those cuffs.”
Jared nodded with a wicked grin.
Jensen went back in for another kiss, and maybe another round and another hint at what else Jared liked. And Jensen had a feeling whatever it was, he was going to be into that.