Fic - Jensen/Jared - The Early Bird Catches The Worm (Or Not)
Title: The Early Bird Catches The Worm (Or Not)
Author: benitle
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Word count: Ca. 2,600
Warnings, spoilers: Rimming, real person slash, no spoilers
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Jensen or Jared in any way. This is a piece of fiction. It never happened.
Summary: Jensen and Jared share an early morning shower.
Notes: Many thanks to mf_luder_xf for the thorough and quick beta and her encouragement. Thank you! This is for the spn_rimmathon challenge. My prompt was Jared loves to wash Jensen in the shower. Jensen loves to let him. Bonus points if there is sleepy, lazy, early morning sex that makes them both late for work. I know the fic is late for the deadline, but you can’t force the muses. Feedback is appreciated.
“Hey, wake up.”
Jared barely whispers the words, determined to wake Jensen gently from whatever dream is still in his mind. Their day - another day of shooting outside in the Canadian winter’s cold, long hours repeating the same lines over and over - their day will be unpleasant enough, so Jared concludes that a lazy, stress-free start to the day is clearly what they deserve.
Jensen, though, hardly makes any signs of waking up. He mumbles something about “five more minutes,” and silently smacks his lips in his half-asleep state. Jared feels his lover’s body heat as he shifts closer and presses against him from behind, enveloping and mimicking their position from last night. He leans in, nuzzling Jensen’s warm neck, mouthing at the soft skin and inhales the mixed scent of Jensen and sweat and slumber. But Jensen, in return, only tightens his grip on the sheets as though Jared is some mean guy who wants to steal them away from him. He pulls them further up and murmurs once more about “tired” and “sleep”.
“Come on, sleepyhead. We need to get up,” Jared tries again, placing a hand on Jensen’s shoulder and shaking him slowly back and forth.
“No.”
Jared almost laughs out loud at Jensen’s immediate and petulant reply and for a moment he wonders how Jensen’s momma did it in the past, waking up Jensen to get him ready for school.
“We’ll be late, you know,” Jared tries to convince. He uses his hands to soothe and wake up, caressing Jensen’s warm, soft skin. While he still feasts from Jensen’s neck - taking little bites now - he lets his hands slide around Jensen’s body and up to his chest. Jared’s hands stroke over Jensen’s nipples that almost instantly grow hard. Gently he scrapes his short, blunt nails over the sensitive numbs, drawing a silent moan from Jensen.
He pulls Jensen back, back against his body until hot, naked skin is touching. They barely managed to dress before they fell asleep last night, sex taking their last bit of strength after a long day. Jared’s body reacts to the feeling of Jensen’s so flush with him, perfectly aligned. Jensen writhes a little, rubbing his butt against Jared’s growing erection and Jared can’t help the sharp intake of breath. If he didn’t know better, he’d say that Jensen did it on purpose.
It takes a lot, but eventually Jared manages to detach from Jensen in order to heave his body out of bed. After all, he still has a sense of responsibility in the back of his brain. No matter how much he’d love to spend the day in bed with Jensen - a nice, long breakfast, sloppy kisses, maybe watching some TV together, having sex and doing not much more, yeah, that sounds about right - but no matter how great this sounds, Eric or Bob wouldn’t be pleased if Jared and Jensen didn’t turn up. So…
Since Jensen doesn’t show any signs of wanting to get up, Jared decides he should make a start. After getting up and leaving the comfortable warmth and Jensen behind, Jared shuffles towards the bathroom to start the shower. Once he’s done that, he walks into the kitchen to prepare coffee. Then back to the most difficult task of the morning: actually getting Jensen Ross Ackles out of bed and under the shower.
Jared sees that Jensen’s already gone back to sleep, lying on his stomach and obviously dead to the world. Quickly, Jared pulls away the warm comforter, just in case Jensen decided to get a grip again. Jensen doesn’t say anything to that, only curls up into a fetal position, probably cold due to the loss of blankets. Naughtily, Jared opens the windows wide, inviting the fresh, but freezing, Vancouver air in.
Jensen moans unhappily and tries to make himself even smaller.
“Come on, now,” Jared urges. He reaches for Jensen’s arm and gently pulls him up. There’s not much resistance in Jensen left, yet Jensen doesn’t open his eyes and doesn’t wake up completely.
“Let’s get you into the shower,” Jared says, stroking a soft hand over Jensen’s back, leading him towards the bathroom.
Once the door is closed, Jared makes sure Jensen sits down on the edge of the bathtub. He grabs a few towels from the small cabinet in the corner and then removes his boxers, dumping them in the hamper mere seconds later. Jensen finally opens his eyes, blinking sleepily.
“Time?” is all he manages to say before he yawns loudly.
Jared shakes his head in amusement. Really, it doesn’t matter whether it’s three in the morning or five or eight or ten. What matters is that they have to get up even though they’d both prefer to stay in bed and the fact that it’s still dark outside isn’t going to change anything. “Too early,” he responds and Jensen smiles tiredly at him.
“Come here,” Jared says and when Jensen’s smile becomes even broader, Jared asks, “What’s up?”
Leaning in to kiss him, Jensen whispers, “Like it when you’re bossy.”
“Oh, yeah?” Jared can’t help but laugh at that. Jensen’s never told him anything like that before. He makes a mental note to be a little more bossy once they return from work.
“Yeah,” Jensen says before he leans against Jared, laying his head on Jared’s chest.
Jared strokes the tips of his fingers over Jensen’s naked back, further down, further down until he reaches the waistband of Jensen’s boxers. Quickly, he tugs them down over the curve of Jensen’s ass and drops them to the floor.
“Into the shower,” he orders and when the corners of Jensen’s mouth curl up a little, Jared smiles back. He gives himself a moment to enjoy the view of Jensen’s bare back as Jensen steps into the shower. Jared steals a glance at the clock in the bathroom and when he realizes that they’re already a bit behind their daily schedule, he hurries to follow Jensen.
There’s a foggy cloud of steam from the hot water but at least the shower is warm and comfortable. It’s not really big and definitely not designed for two grown men of their sizes, but he doesn’t mind with his lover pressed so close to him. Jensen doesn’t seem to mind either as he rubs himself against Jared, still not fully awake. Judging from all the blood rushing downward, Jared’s dick is definitely interested in what’s going on. It takes a few tries to find a good position that allows the two of them to be covered by the fine spray of the showerhead as much as possible. The warm water runs down their chests and backs, soaking their hair.
Jensen and Jared’s chests are pressed flush and Jared can feel Jensen’s growing erection poke against his thigh. Jared reaches for the shower gel and squeezes some of the yellowish fluid onto his palm. Once Jared turns off the water (because where is the sense of letting it wash away the soap before even using it to fulfill its purpose?) and after he works up a smooth lather he begins stroking his hand up and down Jensen’s back. Thoroughly, Jared washes Jensen, under his armpits, his back, his ass, his thighs. Jensen hums and moans softly against Jared’s throat, wrapping his arms around Jared’s waist and burying his face in Jared’s neck.
“Shhh,” Jared hushes against the side of Jensen’s head.
He loves how easily his hands slide over Jensen’s wet, slick skin. Jensen grinds his body even harder against Jared and when Jared moves a hand between Jensen’s ass cheeks, Jensen gasps. For a split second, he tenses only to relax and go back to his seemingly still-asleep state. Jared doesn’t do more than tease, merely brushing his finger over Jensen’s most intimate places.
“Turn around,” he orders, whispering into Jensen’s ear.
When Jensen looks up, his eyes are half-lidded. Jared has no clue whether it’s because Jensen’s still mostly asleep or because of arousal. The fact that Jensen’s fully hard, his cock snuggling against his belly, makes Jared favor the arousal theory. Slowly, he turns Jensen around until Jensen’s back’s pressed against Jared’s chest. And then Jared repeats what he did moments ago to Jensen’s back.
Carefully, he runs his hands over Jensen’s skin, his shoulders, his chest, his belly, until he finally reaches for Jensen’s dick. It’s hard and heavy in his palm as Jared uses his hand to stroke the lather up and down the length. Jensen’s head falls back onto Jared’s shoulder and he releases those small sounds of pleasure that Jared loves so much, the little gasps and pants that tell Jared he’s doing it the right way. While he keeps stroking Jensen, he places a protective arm around Jensen’s waist to hold him up. Jared doesn’t really understand what Jensen murmurs, only a soft, “yeah, like that,” here and a silent, “that’s nice,” there.
Even though Jared knows that they should hurry and that if they’re not finished with their shower soon they’ll have to leave without breakfast or be late for work, he can’t help but get hard himself, aroused by the way Jensen trusts him and lets himself be handled.
When Jensen’s moans become louder and more frequent, Jared reaches for the warm water tap again. After turning it on and checking that it’s comfortably warm, he uses his hand to help rinse the soap from Jensen’s body. Once Jensen’s clean and free of any possible soap remains, Jared places little kisses and bites along Jensen’s neck and shoulders.
“Hmm, yes,” Jensen hums and when he runs a soft hand through Jared’s wet hair, Jared gets an idea. Gently but determinedly, he pushes Jensen forward, bending him slightly so that Jensen’s palms are propped against the white bathroom tiles. A thigh between Jensen’s thighs, nudging apart. More kisses and bites and licks along Jensen’s spine and Jensen can’t seem to do more than simply stand there and keep himself upright.
Jared doesn’t think much as he sinks down to his knees, crouching behind Jensen. He places a kiss on Jensen’s tailbone before he takes a quick bite at each of Jensen’s ass cheeks. Jensen swears silently under his breath. All Jared cares about right now is to make Jensen feel good, to drive him crazy, no thoughts of work and need-to-be-at-set-soon on his mind.
With his thumbs, he slowly spreads Jensen open and without hesitation Jared bends forward to lick. It’s long, teasing licks with as much tongue as possible first, from Jensen’s tailbone toward his balls, as far as Jared can go. It’s not so easy with the awkward position they’re in and pretty soon, Jared’s nose is bumping against Jensen’s flesh. But he doesn’t care. Because that moan, that desperate, needy moan and barely audible whine - “Gawd, Jay,” - from Jensen is worth any discomfort.
When Jared changes to quick, short laps instead of long, teasing licks, Jensen’s reduced to pleading whimpers. Jared uses the tip of his tongue, merely brushing over Jensen’s entrance, circling.
He remembers the first time he did this to Jensen, after a night of excessive partying. Jared found it pretty gross, still does to a certain extent. It’s not the kinkiness of the whole act or - God forbid - the taste. No, it’s the making Jensen fall apart under his mouth or melt like warm butter. Whichever horrible metaphor you prefer. So, yeah, it’s the intimacy of pleasing Jensen this way that makes Jared do it. And the fact that Jensen will return the favor some other day. Because seriously, if Jared had to be honest, the only thing that feels even better than rimming Jensen is Jensen doing it to him.
Jared has to use both of his hands - placed on Jensen’s hips - to hold Jensen at least somewhat still. There’s wriggling and trying to push back for more, more, more, but Jared won’t have any of that. Instead, he lets Jensen ramble, babbling incoherent nonsense about, “Come on, more, Jay, don’t…don’t stop, please. Fuck, oh fuck, so good.”
Jared’s just a little proud he can do that to Jensen. When Jared pushes his tongue inside, enters, Jensen yells, never been quite this awake ever since Jared tore him out of bed this morning. Despite Jensen’s moans to hurry the fuck up and do something, get him off, Jared takes his times, tickling and teasing and playing. A flicker of tongue here and a twirl there, brushing and pushing deep, robbing the last bit of coherence there has been.
The taste is soapy but underneath there is something musky and manly, raw and so Jensen, only a hundred times stronger. By now, Jared’s leaking pre-come. Once he drops a hand to his erection, he slowly strokes up and down the shaft. His other hand moves up and when a finger slides into Jensen’s slick heat, next to Jared’s tongue, Jensen curses something about, “fucking holy mother of God.”
Jared only snorts, his breath ghosting over Jensen’s spit-wet skin, making Jensen shiver violently. He pushes in a second and a third finger, watching Jensen shudder each time he strokes over Jensen’s prostate. Finally, Jared gets up again - his knees make wicked creaking sounds - fingers never leaving Jensen’s body. He keeps thrusting in and out of Jensen and once he stands behind Jensen, he leans in to whisper, “Come on, now, Jen. Come for me.”
In the next moment, Jensen cries out and Jared feels him quiver around his fingers. He pulls his fingers free while Jensen still pants heavily. When Jensen finally turns around, his eyes are huge and his cheeks flushed red. Before Jared can say anything, Jensen grabs him by the shoulders and spins them around. Jared’s pressed against the cold, tiled wall as Jensen captures his mouth in a hungry kiss.
Biting of lips, sliding of tongues and Jared almost forgets about how hard he is, how aroused and how desperate to come. Jensen seems to notice from the whimper that escapes Jared’s throat. When Jensen’s hand lands on Jared’s cock, it’s almost all Jared needs to come. It doesn’t take more than a few strokes up and down (and that little twist Jensen does whenever he reaches the head is evil) until Jared comes over Jensen’s hand. A deep satisfying feeling settles in his stomach, warming his insides. Jensen smiles at him before he leans toward Jared to kiss him on the lips again. It’s almost chaste, the way they kiss, now that they’re both sated and happy.
Jared turns on the tap again, rinsing, washing off come and evidence. And then, all of a sudden, he remembers.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gasps, quickly turning off the water and grabbing the towels.
Jensen looks at him with wide eyes, not quite getting what this outburst of panic is all about. “Jay, what’s up?”
Stepping out of the shower, the watch near the bathroom radio confirms Jared’s fear. They’re late. For work. Again. “Dude,” Jared pants, “We were supposed to be at set twenty minutes ago.”
“Damn.” The expression on Jensen’s face (plus the fact that he’s practically jumping out of the shower) give away how much Jensen understands what this means.
They’re dressed in no time, rush to the car, forgo the coffee that’s been waiting patiently for them in the kitchen and break a few speed limits to minimize the damage. However, when they finally arrive at set, trying to sneak secretly into their trailers, they’re almost immediately greeted by Eric (and a pretty unpleased facial expression).
Jared only grins sheepishly while Jensen blushes furiously. In the end, Jared concludes it was totally worth it.
Author: benitle
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Word count: Ca. 2,600
Warnings, spoilers: Rimming, real person slash, no spoilers
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Jensen or Jared in any way. This is a piece of fiction. It never happened.
Summary: Jensen and Jared share an early morning shower.
Notes: Many thanks to mf_luder_xf for the thorough and quick beta and her encouragement. Thank you! This is for the spn_rimmathon challenge. My prompt was Jared loves to wash Jensen in the shower. Jensen loves to let him. Bonus points if there is sleepy, lazy, early morning sex that makes them both late for work. I know the fic is late for the deadline, but you can’t force the muses. Feedback is appreciated.
“Hey, wake up.”
Jared barely whispers the words, determined to wake Jensen gently from whatever dream is still in his mind. Their day - another day of shooting outside in the Canadian winter’s cold, long hours repeating the same lines over and over - their day will be unpleasant enough, so Jared concludes that a lazy, stress-free start to the day is clearly what they deserve.
Jensen, though, hardly makes any signs of waking up. He mumbles something about “five more minutes,” and silently smacks his lips in his half-asleep state. Jared feels his lover’s body heat as he shifts closer and presses against him from behind, enveloping and mimicking their position from last night. He leans in, nuzzling Jensen’s warm neck, mouthing at the soft skin and inhales the mixed scent of Jensen and sweat and slumber. But Jensen, in return, only tightens his grip on the sheets as though Jared is some mean guy who wants to steal them away from him. He pulls them further up and murmurs once more about “tired” and “sleep”.
“Come on, sleepyhead. We need to get up,” Jared tries again, placing a hand on Jensen’s shoulder and shaking him slowly back and forth.
“No.”
Jared almost laughs out loud at Jensen’s immediate and petulant reply and for a moment he wonders how Jensen’s momma did it in the past, waking up Jensen to get him ready for school.
“We’ll be late, you know,” Jared tries to convince. He uses his hands to soothe and wake up, caressing Jensen’s warm, soft skin. While he still feasts from Jensen’s neck - taking little bites now - he lets his hands slide around Jensen’s body and up to his chest. Jared’s hands stroke over Jensen’s nipples that almost instantly grow hard. Gently he scrapes his short, blunt nails over the sensitive numbs, drawing a silent moan from Jensen.
He pulls Jensen back, back against his body until hot, naked skin is touching. They barely managed to dress before they fell asleep last night, sex taking their last bit of strength after a long day. Jared’s body reacts to the feeling of Jensen’s so flush with him, perfectly aligned. Jensen writhes a little, rubbing his butt against Jared’s growing erection and Jared can’t help the sharp intake of breath. If he didn’t know better, he’d say that Jensen did it on purpose.
It takes a lot, but eventually Jared manages to detach from Jensen in order to heave his body out of bed. After all, he still has a sense of responsibility in the back of his brain. No matter how much he’d love to spend the day in bed with Jensen - a nice, long breakfast, sloppy kisses, maybe watching some TV together, having sex and doing not much more, yeah, that sounds about right - but no matter how great this sounds, Eric or Bob wouldn’t be pleased if Jared and Jensen didn’t turn up. So…
Since Jensen doesn’t show any signs of wanting to get up, Jared decides he should make a start. After getting up and leaving the comfortable warmth and Jensen behind, Jared shuffles towards the bathroom to start the shower. Once he’s done that, he walks into the kitchen to prepare coffee. Then back to the most difficult task of the morning: actually getting Jensen Ross Ackles out of bed and under the shower.
Jared sees that Jensen’s already gone back to sleep, lying on his stomach and obviously dead to the world. Quickly, Jared pulls away the warm comforter, just in case Jensen decided to get a grip again. Jensen doesn’t say anything to that, only curls up into a fetal position, probably cold due to the loss of blankets. Naughtily, Jared opens the windows wide, inviting the fresh, but freezing, Vancouver air in.
Jensen moans unhappily and tries to make himself even smaller.
“Come on, now,” Jared urges. He reaches for Jensen’s arm and gently pulls him up. There’s not much resistance in Jensen left, yet Jensen doesn’t open his eyes and doesn’t wake up completely.
“Let’s get you into the shower,” Jared says, stroking a soft hand over Jensen’s back, leading him towards the bathroom.
Once the door is closed, Jared makes sure Jensen sits down on the edge of the bathtub. He grabs a few towels from the small cabinet in the corner and then removes his boxers, dumping them in the hamper mere seconds later. Jensen finally opens his eyes, blinking sleepily.
“Time?” is all he manages to say before he yawns loudly.
Jared shakes his head in amusement. Really, it doesn’t matter whether it’s three in the morning or five or eight or ten. What matters is that they have to get up even though they’d both prefer to stay in bed and the fact that it’s still dark outside isn’t going to change anything. “Too early,” he responds and Jensen smiles tiredly at him.
“Come here,” Jared says and when Jensen’s smile becomes even broader, Jared asks, “What’s up?”
Leaning in to kiss him, Jensen whispers, “Like it when you’re bossy.”
“Oh, yeah?” Jared can’t help but laugh at that. Jensen’s never told him anything like that before. He makes a mental note to be a little more bossy once they return from work.
“Yeah,” Jensen says before he leans against Jared, laying his head on Jared’s chest.
Jared strokes the tips of his fingers over Jensen’s naked back, further down, further down until he reaches the waistband of Jensen’s boxers. Quickly, he tugs them down over the curve of Jensen’s ass and drops them to the floor.
“Into the shower,” he orders and when the corners of Jensen’s mouth curl up a little, Jared smiles back. He gives himself a moment to enjoy the view of Jensen’s bare back as Jensen steps into the shower. Jared steals a glance at the clock in the bathroom and when he realizes that they’re already a bit behind their daily schedule, he hurries to follow Jensen.
There’s a foggy cloud of steam from the hot water but at least the shower is warm and comfortable. It’s not really big and definitely not designed for two grown men of their sizes, but he doesn’t mind with his lover pressed so close to him. Jensen doesn’t seem to mind either as he rubs himself against Jared, still not fully awake. Judging from all the blood rushing downward, Jared’s dick is definitely interested in what’s going on. It takes a few tries to find a good position that allows the two of them to be covered by the fine spray of the showerhead as much as possible. The warm water runs down their chests and backs, soaking their hair.
Jensen and Jared’s chests are pressed flush and Jared can feel Jensen’s growing erection poke against his thigh. Jared reaches for the shower gel and squeezes some of the yellowish fluid onto his palm. Once Jared turns off the water (because where is the sense of letting it wash away the soap before even using it to fulfill its purpose?) and after he works up a smooth lather he begins stroking his hand up and down Jensen’s back. Thoroughly, Jared washes Jensen, under his armpits, his back, his ass, his thighs. Jensen hums and moans softly against Jared’s throat, wrapping his arms around Jared’s waist and burying his face in Jared’s neck.
“Shhh,” Jared hushes against the side of Jensen’s head.
He loves how easily his hands slide over Jensen’s wet, slick skin. Jensen grinds his body even harder against Jared and when Jared moves a hand between Jensen’s ass cheeks, Jensen gasps. For a split second, he tenses only to relax and go back to his seemingly still-asleep state. Jared doesn’t do more than tease, merely brushing his finger over Jensen’s most intimate places.
“Turn around,” he orders, whispering into Jensen’s ear.
When Jensen looks up, his eyes are half-lidded. Jared has no clue whether it’s because Jensen’s still mostly asleep or because of arousal. The fact that Jensen’s fully hard, his cock snuggling against his belly, makes Jared favor the arousal theory. Slowly, he turns Jensen around until Jensen’s back’s pressed against Jared’s chest. And then Jared repeats what he did moments ago to Jensen’s back.
Carefully, he runs his hands over Jensen’s skin, his shoulders, his chest, his belly, until he finally reaches for Jensen’s dick. It’s hard and heavy in his palm as Jared uses his hand to stroke the lather up and down the length. Jensen’s head falls back onto Jared’s shoulder and he releases those small sounds of pleasure that Jared loves so much, the little gasps and pants that tell Jared he’s doing it the right way. While he keeps stroking Jensen, he places a protective arm around Jensen’s waist to hold him up. Jared doesn’t really understand what Jensen murmurs, only a soft, “yeah, like that,” here and a silent, “that’s nice,” there.
Even though Jared knows that they should hurry and that if they’re not finished with their shower soon they’ll have to leave without breakfast or be late for work, he can’t help but get hard himself, aroused by the way Jensen trusts him and lets himself be handled.
When Jensen’s moans become louder and more frequent, Jared reaches for the warm water tap again. After turning it on and checking that it’s comfortably warm, he uses his hand to help rinse the soap from Jensen’s body. Once Jensen’s clean and free of any possible soap remains, Jared places little kisses and bites along Jensen’s neck and shoulders.
“Hmm, yes,” Jensen hums and when he runs a soft hand through Jared’s wet hair, Jared gets an idea. Gently but determinedly, he pushes Jensen forward, bending him slightly so that Jensen’s palms are propped against the white bathroom tiles. A thigh between Jensen’s thighs, nudging apart. More kisses and bites and licks along Jensen’s spine and Jensen can’t seem to do more than simply stand there and keep himself upright.
Jared doesn’t think much as he sinks down to his knees, crouching behind Jensen. He places a kiss on Jensen’s tailbone before he takes a quick bite at each of Jensen’s ass cheeks. Jensen swears silently under his breath. All Jared cares about right now is to make Jensen feel good, to drive him crazy, no thoughts of work and need-to-be-at-set-soon on his mind.
With his thumbs, he slowly spreads Jensen open and without hesitation Jared bends forward to lick. It’s long, teasing licks with as much tongue as possible first, from Jensen’s tailbone toward his balls, as far as Jared can go. It’s not so easy with the awkward position they’re in and pretty soon, Jared’s nose is bumping against Jensen’s flesh. But he doesn’t care. Because that moan, that desperate, needy moan and barely audible whine - “Gawd, Jay,” - from Jensen is worth any discomfort.
When Jared changes to quick, short laps instead of long, teasing licks, Jensen’s reduced to pleading whimpers. Jared uses the tip of his tongue, merely brushing over Jensen’s entrance, circling.
He remembers the first time he did this to Jensen, after a night of excessive partying. Jared found it pretty gross, still does to a certain extent. It’s not the kinkiness of the whole act or - God forbid - the taste. No, it’s the making Jensen fall apart under his mouth or melt like warm butter. Whichever horrible metaphor you prefer. So, yeah, it’s the intimacy of pleasing Jensen this way that makes Jared do it. And the fact that Jensen will return the favor some other day. Because seriously, if Jared had to be honest, the only thing that feels even better than rimming Jensen is Jensen doing it to him.
Jared has to use both of his hands - placed on Jensen’s hips - to hold Jensen at least somewhat still. There’s wriggling and trying to push back for more, more, more, but Jared won’t have any of that. Instead, he lets Jensen ramble, babbling incoherent nonsense about, “Come on, more, Jay, don’t…don’t stop, please. Fuck, oh fuck, so good.”
Jared’s just a little proud he can do that to Jensen. When Jared pushes his tongue inside, enters, Jensen yells, never been quite this awake ever since Jared tore him out of bed this morning. Despite Jensen’s moans to hurry the fuck up and do something, get him off, Jared takes his times, tickling and teasing and playing. A flicker of tongue here and a twirl there, brushing and pushing deep, robbing the last bit of coherence there has been.
The taste is soapy but underneath there is something musky and manly, raw and so Jensen, only a hundred times stronger. By now, Jared’s leaking pre-come. Once he drops a hand to his erection, he slowly strokes up and down the shaft. His other hand moves up and when a finger slides into Jensen’s slick heat, next to Jared’s tongue, Jensen curses something about, “fucking holy mother of God.”
Jared only snorts, his breath ghosting over Jensen’s spit-wet skin, making Jensen shiver violently. He pushes in a second and a third finger, watching Jensen shudder each time he strokes over Jensen’s prostate. Finally, Jared gets up again - his knees make wicked creaking sounds - fingers never leaving Jensen’s body. He keeps thrusting in and out of Jensen and once he stands behind Jensen, he leans in to whisper, “Come on, now, Jen. Come for me.”
In the next moment, Jensen cries out and Jared feels him quiver around his fingers. He pulls his fingers free while Jensen still pants heavily. When Jensen finally turns around, his eyes are huge and his cheeks flushed red. Before Jared can say anything, Jensen grabs him by the shoulders and spins them around. Jared’s pressed against the cold, tiled wall as Jensen captures his mouth in a hungry kiss.
Biting of lips, sliding of tongues and Jared almost forgets about how hard he is, how aroused and how desperate to come. Jensen seems to notice from the whimper that escapes Jared’s throat. When Jensen’s hand lands on Jared’s cock, it’s almost all Jared needs to come. It doesn’t take more than a few strokes up and down (and that little twist Jensen does whenever he reaches the head is evil) until Jared comes over Jensen’s hand. A deep satisfying feeling settles in his stomach, warming his insides. Jensen smiles at him before he leans toward Jared to kiss him on the lips again. It’s almost chaste, the way they kiss, now that they’re both sated and happy.
Jared turns on the tap again, rinsing, washing off come and evidence. And then, all of a sudden, he remembers.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gasps, quickly turning off the water and grabbing the towels.
Jensen looks at him with wide eyes, not quite getting what this outburst of panic is all about. “Jay, what’s up?”
Stepping out of the shower, the watch near the bathroom radio confirms Jared’s fear. They’re late. For work. Again. “Dude,” Jared pants, “We were supposed to be at set twenty minutes ago.”
“Damn.” The expression on Jensen’s face (plus the fact that he’s practically jumping out of the shower) give away how much Jensen understands what this means.
They’re dressed in no time, rush to the car, forgo the coffee that’s been waiting patiently for them in the kitchen and break a few speed limits to minimize the damage. However, when they finally arrive at set, trying to sneak secretly into their trailers, they’re almost immediately greeted by Eric (and a pretty unpleased facial expression).
Jared only grins sheepishly while Jensen blushes furiously. In the end, Jared concludes it was totally worth it.