FIC: Come for a Ride
Name: Come for a Ride
Rating: NC-17. It’s for Jen’s birthday.
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki (BECAUSE IT’S LOVE DUHHHHH!)
Warning/Kinks: Riding… laps… RPS… slash… kinkiness… two hot guys doing things my mother would disapprove of… stuff I’ve written that will send me straight to a fiery hell by Dean’s side. Shall I continue?
Summary: It's porn. Pure porn. Is a summary even required???
Disclaimer: This is all lies. Until the day they come out, I will outwardly believe they are only friends. Lies, people, lies!
Author’s Note: For Jen’s birthday. Have a fantastically awesome day, sweetheart! Love you so much!
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Jensen thinks it’s illegal to do what Jared’s doing.
All he did was walk into the house for a beer.
A beer.
All he wanted was a beer.
But as he walks through the hall to the kitchen he catches sight of Jared sat on the sofa watching the TV, shirt off, wearing only shorts and … nothing else.
It’s illegal to look that… large… and hot… and gorgeous… and sexy… and...
Jensen thinks it was a really bad idea to share a mortgage with Jared because he’ll never be able to keep his pants on.
Or maybe … maybe it was really good idea… because that image, Jensen thinks, as he stands in the doorway, looking at Jared, is something he’d buy the whole house on his own for.
Jared doesn’t notice him, which annoys Jensen greatly. So, he walks across the room and sits down in Jared’s overly large lap.
Jared puts his arms around him without even thinking twice and continues watching the TV.
Jensen reaches into Jared’s lap, picks up the remote, turns off the TV and lobs it across the room.
“Feeling attention whorish today, huh, Jen?” Jared says, looking very slightly annoyed and eying the remote as if wondering if he can pick Jensen up, carry him across, pick up the remote and return to the seat to finish watching his programme.
Jensen thinks he probably could, judging by the muscles brushing against his back. He shivers.
“You bet,” he says. “Whatcha watchin’?”
Jared glowers at him.
“I mean... what were you watching?”
Jared shrugs. “Does it matter?” he asks. “What are you doing in here anyway? I thought you’d decided to go insane for the day and mow the grass and things?”
Jensen turns around on Jared’s lap to straddle him, shorts pressing against shorts. He looks down at him from this angle, knees at the back of the sofa. “I came in for a beer. Saw you sitting here. Thought I’d join you.”
Jared sighs, looking up at him. “And turn off the TV.”
Jensen wriggles in his lap and Jared’s eyes close. “Still want me to the turn the TV back on?” Jensen says.
Jared shakes his head. “What TV?”
Jensen grins down at him, chuckles a little in his throat and Jared grins back, grabbing his hips and thrusting his up into Jensen’s crotch. Through denim, their cocks brush and they groan, deep in their chests.
“Still want to mow the lawn?” Jared asks.
“Mm, what lawn?” Jensen replies.
Jared grins, slides his hands down the back of Jensen’s shorts, finds he’s wearing nothing underneath and cups his ass in his large hands. He pulls Jensen towards him and Jensen leans on his shoulders, bending down to kiss him, hard, his tongue sliding into his mouth. Jared groans, leans up into the kiss and slips his hands further down Jensen’s ass. His index finger slides over his hole and Jensen bites, hard, on Jared’s lower lip.
Jared slides his hands around Jensen’s shorts and unfastens them at the front. Before he can slip a hand in, Jensen climbs off, pulls his shorts off and drops them to the floor. He walks across the room and bends, naked, over a bag. He grabs a bottle of lube and when he turns around, Jared’s naked too, still sat in the chair.
He walks back across to the chair, puts his hands on the arms and crawls onto Jared’s lap again, straddling him. He presses the lube into his hand then leans down to kiss him again. Jared grins into the kiss and Jensen can feel him fumbling behind his back to blindly spread lube on his hand. Then, a couple of seconds later, cool fingers trail down his back one slips gently inside him.
Jensen makes a small whimpering sound and pulls back from the kiss. Jared takes the opportunity to place his mouth by Jensen’s ear and whisper, huskily, “I want to fuck you.” Jensen whimpers slightly louder. “I want you to ride me right here.”
Jensen whimpers again as another of Jared’s fingers slip inside him. He’s still loose from that morning so Jared’s fingers meet less than no resistance. “Do you want to ride me, Jen?” Jared says, in a growling voice as a third finger slides inside of him.
Jensen nods, desperately, gasping. “God, yes.”
Jared grins and his other hand slides around Jensen’s hips, leaving a trail of lube on his skin. He grabs his own cock, wrapping his fingers around it, eyes falling closed. He only slides his hand over it twice before leaning up to kiss Jensen again.
Before he knows what’s happening, Jensen’s lowered himself onto Jared’s cock. Jared bites down on Jensen’s lower lip and groans. He pulls back, mouth clamping onto Jensen’s neck, hips rocking up into Jensen. “You’re so hot and tight,” he says. “Fucking fantastic.”
Jensen groans, fisting his hands in Jared’s hair. “Fuck, Jay,” he says, desperately, lifting himself on his hips and slamming back down hard. “Fuck!”
Jared grabs his hips, directing his motion as he rides him. He tilts his head up, teeth finding Jensen’s exposed throat and latching on, biting, nibbling, sucking. Jensen groans, deep in his chest and rocks forwards as he lifts himself up. Jared hits the right spot as Jensen comes back down and Jensen bites his lip, hard, moaning softly.
“So fucking gorgeous like this,” Jared says, running his hands up Jensen’s bare chest, up to his shoulders and around his neck to grab his head and pull him down to kiss roughly, tongue thrusting as deeply into Jensen’s mouth as his cock into Jensen’s ass, “riding me like a slut.”
Jensen groans, rocks forward and back, pushes up on his knees and slams back down. Jared slides one of his hands around Jensen’s hips to grab his cock and stroke it firmly. He slides his finger across his leaking head and Jensen groans. “I’d lean down and suck your cock until you came if I could bend that far,” Jared promises in a growl.
Jensen groans and comes hard over Jared’s chest and hand, leaning down and biting down on his neck. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growls into Jared’s skin. “Fucking hell, Jay,” he moans.
Jared grabs him by the hips, thrusts upwards hard, meeting Jensen on the way down every time. Jensen makes small moaning sounds with every strike of Jared’s cock against his prostate, extending his orgasm until he’s groaning against Jared’s skin in rhythm with Jared’s pants and the slap of skin against skin.
“God, Jen,” Jared gasps, grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him down harder as he thrusts up. “Feel so fucking good.”
Jensen scrapes his nails down Jared’s back, the sweet combination of pleasure and pain making Jared grunt and come hard inside Jensen, bucking his hips and scraping his fingers through Jensen’s scalp, one hand fisted in his hair, the other leaving deep finger-shaped welts in his hips.
Jensen slides half off Jared, wriggles around then settles himself on his lap. He reaches for tissues and wipes them down. Then he looks up at Jared.
Jared sighs. “If you don't get off my lap we’ll have a round two,” he says, exhaustedly.
Jensen grins. “Won’t hear me complaining,” he says, leaning his head on Jared’s shoulder.
Jared just chuckles, puts his arm around him and yawns. “Did you lock the back door so the neighbours can’t let themselves in and find ... this?”
Jensen shakes his head, tiredly. “No.”
Jared shrugs. “Meh,” he says, before falling asleep.