New fic: "First Time Over Your Head," Jared/Jensen/Sandy
Title: First Time Over Your Head
Pairing: Jared/Jensen/Sandy
Rating: Porn
Warnings: None
Notes: Sequal to "A Lot Like Swimming." Both titles come from the Morphine song "Like Swimming." The lovely sevenfists explains my (non)ending thusly: Screw it! Who needs an ending! Just end it there, whatever, people can deal. Real life has no endings. I kind of love her.
Sandy wakes when the power comes back on, slips out from under Jensen’s arm, and pads to the kitchen. She shuts off the hurricane lamp still burning there and turns on a light, looking for the bag of Skittles she knows is around somewhere. Hearing a noise, she turns to find Jensen standing at the edge of the kitchen in his boxers, rubbing his hands over his face.
She smiles at him fondly and says, “Hey, did I wake you?”
“No,” Jensen replies sleepily. “I was up. Your boyfriend was snoring right in my frickin’ ear.”
“Oh yeah,” Sandy sighs. “Maybe we should’ve warned you about that. I feel like there are some things that should be said up front in the whole sleeping-together process. Snoring, wearing of tighty-whities, things like that.” She grins at Jensen’s laugh. “No, really. Jared wore tighty-whities when I met him. Consider yourself lucky I broke him of that habit.”
“I,” Jensen says, and looks puzzled for a moment. “I have no joke. The visual is pushing everything else out of my mind.”
Sandy laughs. “Yeah, well, imagine seeing it live! I’d been crushing on him for, like, months, and then: gigantic boy, teeny-tiny undies.”
Jensen laughs again, then goes silent, looking at his feet. “So,” he finally says, looking up at Sandy.
This is the tricky part, she thinks. The part meant for someone with far more tact and class than she possesses. Then again, she thinks wryly, someone with all that tact and class probably wouldn’t go around getting into threesomes with her boyfriend’s best friend in the first place. “You gonna freak out on me?” she asks softly.
Jensen scrunches his face up in thought and says, “Probably. It’ll wait until you two leave though. Right now I think I’m just confused.” Sandy feels her shoulders relax and realizes she was holding her breath. She can work with that. Heck, confused is Jensen Ackles’ default state. He’s sort of like a dog who’s run into the wall one too many times.
“Yeah?” she asks tentatively, hoping he’ll keep talking. Jensen has a bad habit of getting to the middle of a conversation and thinking it’s the end.
“Yeah. How, or why I guess, did all this happen, exactly?”
“Well,” she says slowly, trying to untangle it in her own mind so she can explain it out loud. “I figured I had a crush on you, and you and Jared clearly adore each other, so it was either this or jealousy and bitterness all around. Which could still happen, but hey, at least we’re getting some sex out of the deal first.”
It’s one of those jokes-but-not, and Jensen acknowledges it with a nod. Then his face shifts; he gives her a tiny smile and flutters his lashes. “You have a crush on me?” he nearly purrs.
Sandy, glad he’s not overthinking yet, grins and teases, “Shh! Don’t tell my boyfriend.”
“Well,” Jensen’s in full-on flirt mode now, something she’s seen him do with Jared (though she knows he’d swear he was joking if she called him on it), but never with her. “I might maybe have a little bit of a crush on you too.”
“Yeah?” Sandy says, delighted. Maybe this whole thing won’t crash and burn after all. Maybe not immediately, anyway.
“Yeah.” Jensen licks his lips, and Sandy has to restrain herself from jumping into his arms right then. It’s rare to see him like this, unselfconscious and sexy as hell, instead of playing at being the good boy because he thinks it’s what people want to see. “You’ve got Jared wrapped around your little finger, and I gotta say, it’s hot to watch you boss him around. Plus, well,” his eyes flicker to her chest.
Oh, Jensen. Sandy sometimes loves that boys are so easy. Then again, so is she. One glance and she wants his hands on her, wants to get him hard and make him moan. She pulls off her t-shirt and bounces a little as she walks over to him. “Go ahead,” she says pressing her hips to his.
He's biting his lip, but stops to give her a smile that makes her grind against him just to watch his mouth go slack. He grabs her hips and presses his lips to hers. She leans into the kiss, relearning how much of a turn-on one kiss can be. She feels heat flutter through her belly as Jensen explores her mouth.
Jensen moves back and murmurs, “You know, Jared told me what you said when you and he got together.”
Sandy’s a little lost. “I said a lot of things when Jared and I got together. Which thing do you mean?” She can’t stop staring at his lips, flushed red and glossy.
“You said, ‘I want to put my mouth all over you,’” Jensen whispers, and Sandy shudders both at the memory of Jared rubbing her just right as she said those words to him, and at the thought of Jensen’s soft mouth on her.
“Bedroom,” she says. “Now.”
She takes his hand and leads him back to where Jared is still snoring like an angry swarm of bees. “Totally time for his wake up call,” Sandy breathes as she grabs Jensen’s boxers and yanks them down. They fall onto the bed together, arms tangling as they both try to touch each much of the other as possible.
Sandy’s rubbing her breasts over Jensen’s chest and loving the glazed look in his eyes when she feels another set of hands on her back. Jared wraps his arms around her ribcage and yanks her back against his chest. She moans embarrassingly, already missing Jensen’s skin on hers.
Jared is hard at her back, his cock nestled against her ass. He reaches forward and shoves her thighs apart so that they’re spread out wide over his legs. Jensen, for once, doesn’t need a hint, and his head is between her legs before Sandy has time to catch her breath.
“She likes it hard,” Jared says over her shoulder.
She turns and bites at his jaw saying, “Quit back seat driving,” because while she certainly loves Jared’s tongue rubbing her without restraint, Jensen is doing something complicated with his lips and his teeth a little and, oh god, she’s trying so hard not to buck her hips.
Jared turns her face and kisses her, running his fingers lightly over her collar bone, down her breasts to play with her nipples, rolling his thumbs over them as Jensen continues to torture her with his tongue. Sandy can feel her shoulder blades pressing into Jared’s chest, her head heavy against his shoulder as she arches and tries to breathe. She feels tied up tight, every muscle pulling and twisting out of her control as the boys work her body mercilessly
She sobs when she comes, heat washing through her, hips spasming as Jared holds her down and groans into her neck as she grinds against his cock.
Jensen slides up her limp body, and Sandy watches Jared lick into Jensen’s mouth before closing her eyes and submitting to Jensen’s hand, stroking her through the last of the aftershocks. Eyes still closed, she hears Jensen say, “Jared, I want...” and she misses some sort of signal, because all of a sudden Jared groans and rolls onto his side, arranging Sandy’s body so that’s she’s facing him.
She feels Jensen get off the bed and opens her eyes in alarm.
“Hi,” Jared says. “He went to get, um, stuff.”
“You’re gonna let him...”
“Yeah,” Jared cuts her off with his best big dumb grin. “Try not to say anything offensive about my manliness now.”
Sandy snorts. “Jared, you've spent hours before complaining to me about your dry skin. Your manliness disappeared a long time ago.”
He tickles her and she pretends to fight, grabbing and squeezing his shoulders and arms.
The bed dips and Sandy looks over to see Jensen grinning like a kid on Christmas. She ducks her head into Jared’s shoulder to smother her giggles. “Hey,” she says when she catches her breath, “what do you want me to do while you’re getting him all worked up?”
“Shouldn’t you be asking me that?” Jared says into her ear.
“Don’t worry about it baby; this is a full service operation,” Sandy replies, reaching down and patting his hip.
Jensen leans over to kiss her then says, “Might be fun if you went down on him.”
Jared groans. “Can we stop talking about the dirty, filthy sex and start having it please?”
Sandy winks at Jensen then slides down to to bite and lick at Jared’s stomach. He's on his side, and she can feel him and Jensen shifting themselves into a more comfortable position. Jared lifts his leg so that his knee is resting on her shoulder and Sandy holds Jared steady and kisses his belly as he trembles and jerks against Jensen’s explorations.
She sighs against Jared’s belly at the mental image of Jensen’s fingers stroking into Jared , deciding that next time she’s going to watch them fuck until they’re covered in sweat and come, then she’ll lick them clean.
She’s licking at the underside of Jared’s cock when she feels him tense, feels Jensen’s hands stroking over Jared’s hips. She slides her hand around Jared’s waist and feels the soap-soft skin of Jensen’s stomach pressed tightly against Jared’s back. Jensen’s rubbing along Jared’s side, and Sandy can feel Jared relaxing slightly, and then more as Jensen begins to rock against him. She turns and wraps her mouth around the head of Jared’s cock, sucking lightly, then harder as she feels Jared begin to move with Jensen.
She can distantly hear Jared making broken, torn up noises, and she thinks she’ll have to make him tell her what it feels like to be sucked and fucked, because right now it sounds like both the best and worst thing that’s ever happened to him.
He grabs her hair just before he comes, and she knows to pull back and stroke him through it gently. He’s shaking so hard she’s a little worried for him until she moves up his body and sees the expression on his face, blissed out and wrecked, moans still spilling helplessly from his lips as Jensen pounds into him.
Jensen has his face pressed into the back of Jared’s head, gasping raggedly as he thrusts. Sandy pulls her hair back with one hand and threads her other hand into Jared’s sweat-soaked hair, pushing him and Jensen apart so she can lean down and cover Jensen’s lips with her own. He comes with her tongue in his mouth, moaning deep in the back of his throat, and she’s already wondering just how quickly they can go again.
It’s quiet for a little while, the three of them catching their breath and touching each other absently. Sandy cracks an eye lid when she hears the mattress creak to see the boys sitting up, Jensen delicately mouthing at new dark marks on Jared’s neck.
Jared sighs and then says, “Well, I think I need a shower. Y’all want to come?”
Sandy doesn’t feel like moving and says so, and Jensen says, “Um, I think...” he trails off.
Sandy's seen enough boys embarrassed about wanting to cuddle to know what he wants. "Jensen wants to keep me company," she announces.
Jared rolls his eyes and says, "Fine. You two be schmoopy; I'll get clean." Sandy sticks her tongue out at him as he wanders--a little dazedly, she thinks--off to the bathroom.
Jensen lies down and tucks in so that he and Sandy are nose to nose. They kiss lazily until Jensen says, “He’s gonna nail me to the mattress when he gets his energy back, isn’t he?”
Sandy giggles and licks Jen’s bottom lip. “Only if you want him to.” Her stomach growls and she realizes she never found the snack she was looking for. “I’ll tell you what, why don’t we go get some food, and I can tell you all about how to handle alpha Jared?”
“Sounds like fun,” Jensen says smiling.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen/Sandy
Rating: Porn
Warnings: None
Notes: Sequal to "A Lot Like Swimming." Both titles come from the Morphine song "Like Swimming." The lovely sevenfists explains my (non)ending thusly: Screw it! Who needs an ending! Just end it there, whatever, people can deal. Real life has no endings. I kind of love her.
Sandy wakes when the power comes back on, slips out from under Jensen’s arm, and pads to the kitchen. She shuts off the hurricane lamp still burning there and turns on a light, looking for the bag of Skittles she knows is around somewhere. Hearing a noise, she turns to find Jensen standing at the edge of the kitchen in his boxers, rubbing his hands over his face.
She smiles at him fondly and says, “Hey, did I wake you?”
“No,” Jensen replies sleepily. “I was up. Your boyfriend was snoring right in my frickin’ ear.”
“Oh yeah,” Sandy sighs. “Maybe we should’ve warned you about that. I feel like there are some things that should be said up front in the whole sleeping-together process. Snoring, wearing of tighty-whities, things like that.” She grins at Jensen’s laugh. “No, really. Jared wore tighty-whities when I met him. Consider yourself lucky I broke him of that habit.”
“I,” Jensen says, and looks puzzled for a moment. “I have no joke. The visual is pushing everything else out of my mind.”
Sandy laughs. “Yeah, well, imagine seeing it live! I’d been crushing on him for, like, months, and then: gigantic boy, teeny-tiny undies.”
Jensen laughs again, then goes silent, looking at his feet. “So,” he finally says, looking up at Sandy.
This is the tricky part, she thinks. The part meant for someone with far more tact and class than she possesses. Then again, she thinks wryly, someone with all that tact and class probably wouldn’t go around getting into threesomes with her boyfriend’s best friend in the first place. “You gonna freak out on me?” she asks softly.
Jensen scrunches his face up in thought and says, “Probably. It’ll wait until you two leave though. Right now I think I’m just confused.” Sandy feels her shoulders relax and realizes she was holding her breath. She can work with that. Heck, confused is Jensen Ackles’ default state. He’s sort of like a dog who’s run into the wall one too many times.
“Yeah?” she asks tentatively, hoping he’ll keep talking. Jensen has a bad habit of getting to the middle of a conversation and thinking it’s the end.
“Yeah. How, or why I guess, did all this happen, exactly?”
“Well,” she says slowly, trying to untangle it in her own mind so she can explain it out loud. “I figured I had a crush on you, and you and Jared clearly adore each other, so it was either this or jealousy and bitterness all around. Which could still happen, but hey, at least we’re getting some sex out of the deal first.”
It’s one of those jokes-but-not, and Jensen acknowledges it with a nod. Then his face shifts; he gives her a tiny smile and flutters his lashes. “You have a crush on me?” he nearly purrs.
Sandy, glad he’s not overthinking yet, grins and teases, “Shh! Don’t tell my boyfriend.”
“Well,” Jensen’s in full-on flirt mode now, something she’s seen him do with Jared (though she knows he’d swear he was joking if she called him on it), but never with her. “I might maybe have a little bit of a crush on you too.”
“Yeah?” Sandy says, delighted. Maybe this whole thing won’t crash and burn after all. Maybe not immediately, anyway.
“Yeah.” Jensen licks his lips, and Sandy has to restrain herself from jumping into his arms right then. It’s rare to see him like this, unselfconscious and sexy as hell, instead of playing at being the good boy because he thinks it’s what people want to see. “You’ve got Jared wrapped around your little finger, and I gotta say, it’s hot to watch you boss him around. Plus, well,” his eyes flicker to her chest.
Oh, Jensen. Sandy sometimes loves that boys are so easy. Then again, so is she. One glance and she wants his hands on her, wants to get him hard and make him moan. She pulls off her t-shirt and bounces a little as she walks over to him. “Go ahead,” she says pressing her hips to his.
He's biting his lip, but stops to give her a smile that makes her grind against him just to watch his mouth go slack. He grabs her hips and presses his lips to hers. She leans into the kiss, relearning how much of a turn-on one kiss can be. She feels heat flutter through her belly as Jensen explores her mouth.
Jensen moves back and murmurs, “You know, Jared told me what you said when you and he got together.”
Sandy’s a little lost. “I said a lot of things when Jared and I got together. Which thing do you mean?” She can’t stop staring at his lips, flushed red and glossy.
“You said, ‘I want to put my mouth all over you,’” Jensen whispers, and Sandy shudders both at the memory of Jared rubbing her just right as she said those words to him, and at the thought of Jensen’s soft mouth on her.
“Bedroom,” she says. “Now.”
She takes his hand and leads him back to where Jared is still snoring like an angry swarm of bees. “Totally time for his wake up call,” Sandy breathes as she grabs Jensen’s boxers and yanks them down. They fall onto the bed together, arms tangling as they both try to touch each much of the other as possible.
Sandy’s rubbing her breasts over Jensen’s chest and loving the glazed look in his eyes when she feels another set of hands on her back. Jared wraps his arms around her ribcage and yanks her back against his chest. She moans embarrassingly, already missing Jensen’s skin on hers.
Jared is hard at her back, his cock nestled against her ass. He reaches forward and shoves her thighs apart so that they’re spread out wide over his legs. Jensen, for once, doesn’t need a hint, and his head is between her legs before Sandy has time to catch her breath.
“She likes it hard,” Jared says over her shoulder.
She turns and bites at his jaw saying, “Quit back seat driving,” because while she certainly loves Jared’s tongue rubbing her without restraint, Jensen is doing something complicated with his lips and his teeth a little and, oh god, she’s trying so hard not to buck her hips.
Jared turns her face and kisses her, running his fingers lightly over her collar bone, down her breasts to play with her nipples, rolling his thumbs over them as Jensen continues to torture her with his tongue. Sandy can feel her shoulder blades pressing into Jared’s chest, her head heavy against his shoulder as she arches and tries to breathe. She feels tied up tight, every muscle pulling and twisting out of her control as the boys work her body mercilessly
She sobs when she comes, heat washing through her, hips spasming as Jared holds her down and groans into her neck as she grinds against his cock.
Jensen slides up her limp body, and Sandy watches Jared lick into Jensen’s mouth before closing her eyes and submitting to Jensen’s hand, stroking her through the last of the aftershocks. Eyes still closed, she hears Jensen say, “Jared, I want...” and she misses some sort of signal, because all of a sudden Jared groans and rolls onto his side, arranging Sandy’s body so that’s she’s facing him.
She feels Jensen get off the bed and opens her eyes in alarm.
“Hi,” Jared says. “He went to get, um, stuff.”
“You’re gonna let him...”
“Yeah,” Jared cuts her off with his best big dumb grin. “Try not to say anything offensive about my manliness now.”
Sandy snorts. “Jared, you've spent hours before complaining to me about your dry skin. Your manliness disappeared a long time ago.”
He tickles her and she pretends to fight, grabbing and squeezing his shoulders and arms.
The bed dips and Sandy looks over to see Jensen grinning like a kid on Christmas. She ducks her head into Jared’s shoulder to smother her giggles. “Hey,” she says when she catches her breath, “what do you want me to do while you’re getting him all worked up?”
“Shouldn’t you be asking me that?” Jared says into her ear.
“Don’t worry about it baby; this is a full service operation,” Sandy replies, reaching down and patting his hip.
Jensen leans over to kiss her then says, “Might be fun if you went down on him.”
Jared groans. “Can we stop talking about the dirty, filthy sex and start having it please?”
Sandy winks at Jensen then slides down to to bite and lick at Jared’s stomach. He's on his side, and she can feel him and Jensen shifting themselves into a more comfortable position. Jared lifts his leg so that his knee is resting on her shoulder and Sandy holds Jared steady and kisses his belly as he trembles and jerks against Jensen’s explorations.
She sighs against Jared’s belly at the mental image of Jensen’s fingers stroking into Jared , deciding that next time she’s going to watch them fuck until they’re covered in sweat and come, then she’ll lick them clean.
She’s licking at the underside of Jared’s cock when she feels him tense, feels Jensen’s hands stroking over Jared’s hips. She slides her hand around Jared’s waist and feels the soap-soft skin of Jensen’s stomach pressed tightly against Jared’s back. Jensen’s rubbing along Jared’s side, and Sandy can feel Jared relaxing slightly, and then more as Jensen begins to rock against him. She turns and wraps her mouth around the head of Jared’s cock, sucking lightly, then harder as she feels Jared begin to move with Jensen.
She can distantly hear Jared making broken, torn up noises, and she thinks she’ll have to make him tell her what it feels like to be sucked and fucked, because right now it sounds like both the best and worst thing that’s ever happened to him.
He grabs her hair just before he comes, and she knows to pull back and stroke him through it gently. He’s shaking so hard she’s a little worried for him until she moves up his body and sees the expression on his face, blissed out and wrecked, moans still spilling helplessly from his lips as Jensen pounds into him.
Jensen has his face pressed into the back of Jared’s head, gasping raggedly as he thrusts. Sandy pulls her hair back with one hand and threads her other hand into Jared’s sweat-soaked hair, pushing him and Jensen apart so she can lean down and cover Jensen’s lips with her own. He comes with her tongue in his mouth, moaning deep in the back of his throat, and she’s already wondering just how quickly they can go again.
It’s quiet for a little while, the three of them catching their breath and touching each other absently. Sandy cracks an eye lid when she hears the mattress creak to see the boys sitting up, Jensen delicately mouthing at new dark marks on Jared’s neck.
Jared sighs and then says, “Well, I think I need a shower. Y’all want to come?”
Sandy doesn’t feel like moving and says so, and Jensen says, “Um, I think...” he trails off.
Sandy's seen enough boys embarrassed about wanting to cuddle to know what he wants. "Jensen wants to keep me company," she announces.
Jared rolls his eyes and says, "Fine. You two be schmoopy; I'll get clean." Sandy sticks her tongue out at him as he wanders--a little dazedly, she thinks--off to the bathroom.
Jensen lies down and tucks in so that he and Sandy are nose to nose. They kiss lazily until Jensen says, “He’s gonna nail me to the mattress when he gets his energy back, isn’t he?”
Sandy giggles and licks Jen’s bottom lip. “Only if you want him to.” Her stomach growls and she realizes she never found the snack she was looking for. “I’ll tell you what, why don’t we go get some food, and I can tell you all about how to handle alpha Jared?”
“Sounds like fun,” Jensen says smiling.