Good Morning Starshine - Jensen/Jared - R
Title: Good Morning Starshine
Author: benitle
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: R
Summary: Jensen gets his eyesight fixed. Jared might be a little sad about that, yet he takes good care of mostly blind Jensen.
Word count: ca. 1,800 words
Notes: Written for hd_obsession's birthday which was last week. She prompted me with Jensen and his glasses. Based on Jensen's statement at last week's Asylum Con that he underwent Lasik surgery to have his eyesight fixed. Many, many thanks to bekkis and maerhys for fabulous beta! ♥ Title stolen from Hair.
This is a piece of fiction. Concrit is appreciated, please enjoy!
"Hey, what's up with you, Grumpy McGrumpypants?" Jensen asks, peeking over the morning newspaper. He takes a large gulp of coffee, watching Jared mope and stab his pancakes. Jared shoves his bacon from one side of the plate to the other, ignoring Sadie and Harley's whining at his feet for a slice. It just doesn't seem like Jared.
"Nothing," Jared mumbles.
Jensen's not buying it. He puts the paper down, folds it and pushes his glasses up his nose. Getting up from his bar stool, he walks around the kitchen island until he's right next to Jared. He fists his hands in Jared's worn shirt and tugs so that Jared turns toward him. Standing between Jared's thighs, he pulls him down for a long, slow kiss. Jared opens his mouth at the first tease of Jensen's tongue against his lower lip, allowing Jensen to explore the wet heat of his mouth.
Jared tastes like pancakes and sticky syrup, like coffee and bacon and Jared. Jensen licks slow and easy, his tongue stroking over Jared's lazily. With a gentle bite at Jared's lip, he pulls away. Jared's mouth is shiny, spit-wet and swollen. Jensen wants to kiss him again right away.
Instead, he cups Jared's cheek and asks, "What's going on, Jay?"
There's a pout on Jared's face - his bottom lip sticking out - and Jensen thinks it's adorable. But he's not falling for it.
"Nothing. Everything's fine," Jared insists.
"Come on, man, tell me," Jensen says, playfully pinching Jared in the side. And then with a grin, he adds, "You can't fool me."
Jared snorts and squirms when Jensen's nipping doesn't stop. All of a sudden, he becomes serious. "Do you really need the LASIK?" There's a sober expression on Jared's face. "I- I always kinda liked the glasses on you."
Jensen laughs gently and tilts his head up, kissing the tip of Jared's nose. He grins at the confession. It's cute, even though he doubts Jared would want to hear that. Today's the big day, his appointment for his eye surgery to get them fixed finally. He's tired of the contacts and glasses. The decision had been made during the filming of season four, the actual execution possible only now in between hiatus commitments.
"Mm-hm," Jensen hums, giving Jared another peck on the lips. "You know I do. Besides, if you're so fixated on them, I can keep a pair with fake lenses for any doctor-patient-teacher-student role-playing you have in mind."
Jared's eyes spring wide open and Jensen knows he just hit the jackpot. He grins seductively at Jared, kisses him quick and dirty before he says, "Okay, let's clean up."
On their way up to the bathroom, Jared smacks Jensen's butt playfully and asks, "Role-playing, eh? Feel like elaborating?"
They're almost late for Jensen's appointment because cleaning up took so long. Jensen drives with Jared riding shotgun. After the surgery, it'll be a while until he can get back behind the wheel, so he's taking advantage of it for as long as he can. There's silence, but it doesn't feel uncomfortable at all.
Parking the car behind the clinic, Jensen doesn't get out right away. Instead, he takes a few deep breaths, rubbing his palms up and down his thighs. Jared's large hand grabs his and pulls it gently. When he turns to the side, looking at Jared, he sees a reassuring smile on Jared's face. Bringing their hands up to his lips, Jared pecks Jensen's knuckles. Jensen releases a deep breath. And another one. Jared simply keeps smiling at him, rubbing his hand in silent support.
"You nervous?" Jared asks in between kissing and massaging.
"Yeah, a little," Jensen admits. Even though the laser surgery is minor, there are still things that can go wrong. Not that Jensen believes something will but just knowing that it could makes his stomach flutter a little.
"You'll be fine, Jen," Jared reassures him.
And yes, Jared's right. Everything will go smoothly. Jensen nods, grateful for Jared's support. They head inside and meet with Jensen's doctor, Dr. Levy. Everything goes pretty fast from there.
They go over the procedure again and Jensen's prepared; before he knows, it's over. His vision is still incredibly blurry, he barely can see anything and he's got weird plastic shields taped to his face to keep him from rubbing at his eyes, which turns out to be a good idea because his eyes are itching like motherfucker. His head feels pretty light like how he feels when he's high. But it's over and Jared can take him home.
He just wants to sleep.
Dr. Levy leads Jensen out to the waiting room where he hears rather than sees Jared stalk his way.
"Hey, you okay?" Jared asks, his hand around Jensen's biceps in a tight grip.
Jensen nods and he can't see Jared's expression, too blurry. Jared strokes over his arm, so that's good. They sit down with Dr. Levy to listen to her instructions. Jensen's heard all of this before but he thinks it won't hurt to hear it one more time. She gives him eye drops he'll have to apply and she states again how important it is that he doesn't rub at his eyes. She says she will see him the next day but for now, he can go home.
"Okay, let's go," Jared says, his hand on Jensen's elbow. He leads Jensen out to the car, all the way to the passenger seat. Jensen feels helpless and he hopes that his vision will clear soon.
He flinches when Jared slams his own door shut. Not being about to see anything, he hadn't anticipated it. It's weird operating mostly on hearing now. And touch. Jared's hand lands on Jensen's thigh, giving it a quick squeeze before he says, "Let's get you home, buddy."
"Thanks for doing this, Jared," Jensen says in the general direction of where Jared's voice had come from.
Jared's "No problem," is nearly lost underneath the roaring of the car's engine.
After bumping into the coffee table for the third time (after already having had walked into a wall twice and nearly stepping on a dog once - Jensen couldn't see which one) he's so frustrated that he gives up. Instead of trying to find his way around the house Jensen lies down on the sofa and listens to the TV.
When Jared joins him later, sitting down and letting Jensen use his lap as a pillow, Jared asks "Hey, there anything particular you wanna watch?"
Jensen thinks the playful slap of Jared's thigh was well deserved. Jared yelps before he collapses into a giggle fit.
"I mean, listen to obviously," Jared snickers. He places a soft kiss on the side of Jensen's head while his hand strokes along Jensen's side.
Dr. Levy had told him that some people see clearly right away and others need a few hours. By the time he comes in for his first check-up the following day, he should be fine. He's frustrated that he's not one of those who see clearly right away. All Jensen can see are rough silhouettes. Although in the end, it doesn't matter all that much anyway. Dr. Levy had ordered him to keep his eyes closed for a few hours to avoid stress or dehydration.
"No, I wanna crash," Jensen says, pouting. He hates how helpless he is.
Jared doesn't seem to mind as he leads him, without any snarky remarks, up the stairs and into their bedroom. Once Jensen's seated on the bed, Jared starts undressing him despite Jensen's protests that he still can do that all by himself. But Jared ignores his protests.
Jensen's skin becomes tight and hot when Jared runs his big palms over Jensen's body, murmuring how gorgeous he is. Jared pushes Jensen so that he's flat on his back and Jensen concentrates on everything that's happening around him, that's happening to him and that he can't see. He listens and feels instead. It's pretty much amazing.
Jared worships his body with lips and tongue and palms. Not being able to see makes the sensations even more intense.
"Jared," Jensen whines, reaching blindly for where he thinks Jared is. His hand lands on top of Jared's head, and he runs his fingers through the soft strands immediately. He needs more of everything. More kisses, more licks, more bites, more scratches. More, more, more.
"Suck my dick, please, Jared, please. Suck me," he keens.
Jared doesn't answer with words. He does with actions. The wet heat around Jensen's cock feels so delightful that he can't help that he bucks his hips up. Jared blowing him has always been one of Jensen's favorite parts during sex. Jared's large palms massaging his balls, his sinful mouth swallowing him almost all the way down. It doesn't get much better than this. Jensen's senses are on fire, his sensory nerves are even more sensitive now that he can't rely on any visual impulses. Not that Jensen needs to see anyway, he knows how Jared looks like: his mouth stretched around Jensen's dick, slick with spit, shiny and red, his eyes closed, his hair floppy and all over the place.
Jensen's orgasm hits him like a freight train. So intense that he swears he just saw stars. If he could actually see anything.
For a while he just lies there panting, catching his breath. When he reaches out into the nothingness, Jared's hand finds his. Pulling, he makes Jared land on top of him. Immediately, he places a kiss only to have Jared snicker. He can't tell for sure which part of Jared he just kissed but it felt incredibly soft. Jared laughs and presses his mouth to Jensen's.
"Need me to get you off?" Jensen asks, but there's no answer. It seems to take Jared a moment to realize that Jensen can't see him right now.
"No, we're good," Jared says, kissing him again. They make out for a while. Soft and slow. Their hands wander over their bodies and Jensen wonders why they haven't done anything like this before. He loves the feeling of exploring Jared this way. His skin, where it's particularly soft, his muscles, strong and firm. This situation turns out to be not that bad after all.
There's no way for Jensen to tell for how long they lie there, touching and kissing before they fall asleep. He wakes up the next morning and when he blinks, he's surprised to find that his eyesight is almost as sharp as it was whenever he wore his contacts. He remembers Dr. Levy saying that even once his vision returns, it'll take a few days until he re-adjusts to the final result.
Jared's next to him, drooling onto the pillow and snoring softly. Jensen decides to let him sleep for another while before he wakes him with Jared's preferred method: a morning blowjob. After all, Jensen's got a favor to return.
Author: benitle
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: R
Summary: Jensen gets his eyesight fixed. Jared might be a little sad about that, yet he takes good care of mostly blind Jensen.
Word count: ca. 1,800 words
Notes: Written for hd_obsession's birthday which was last week. She prompted me with Jensen and his glasses. Based on Jensen's statement at last week's Asylum Con that he underwent Lasik surgery to have his eyesight fixed. Many, many thanks to bekkis and maerhys for fabulous beta! ♥ Title stolen from Hair.
This is a piece of fiction. Concrit is appreciated, please enjoy!
"Hey, what's up with you, Grumpy McGrumpypants?" Jensen asks, peeking over the morning newspaper. He takes a large gulp of coffee, watching Jared mope and stab his pancakes. Jared shoves his bacon from one side of the plate to the other, ignoring Sadie and Harley's whining at his feet for a slice. It just doesn't seem like Jared.
"Nothing," Jared mumbles.
Jensen's not buying it. He puts the paper down, folds it and pushes his glasses up his nose. Getting up from his bar stool, he walks around the kitchen island until he's right next to Jared. He fists his hands in Jared's worn shirt and tugs so that Jared turns toward him. Standing between Jared's thighs, he pulls him down for a long, slow kiss. Jared opens his mouth at the first tease of Jensen's tongue against his lower lip, allowing Jensen to explore the wet heat of his mouth.
Jared tastes like pancakes and sticky syrup, like coffee and bacon and Jared. Jensen licks slow and easy, his tongue stroking over Jared's lazily. With a gentle bite at Jared's lip, he pulls away. Jared's mouth is shiny, spit-wet and swollen. Jensen wants to kiss him again right away.
Instead, he cups Jared's cheek and asks, "What's going on, Jay?"
There's a pout on Jared's face - his bottom lip sticking out - and Jensen thinks it's adorable. But he's not falling for it.
"Nothing. Everything's fine," Jared insists.
"Come on, man, tell me," Jensen says, playfully pinching Jared in the side. And then with a grin, he adds, "You can't fool me."
Jared snorts and squirms when Jensen's nipping doesn't stop. All of a sudden, he becomes serious. "Do you really need the LASIK?" There's a sober expression on Jared's face. "I- I always kinda liked the glasses on you."
Jensen laughs gently and tilts his head up, kissing the tip of Jared's nose. He grins at the confession. It's cute, even though he doubts Jared would want to hear that. Today's the big day, his appointment for his eye surgery to get them fixed finally. He's tired of the contacts and glasses. The decision had been made during the filming of season four, the actual execution possible only now in between hiatus commitments.
"Mm-hm," Jensen hums, giving Jared another peck on the lips. "You know I do. Besides, if you're so fixated on them, I can keep a pair with fake lenses for any doctor-patient-teacher-student role-playing you have in mind."
Jared's eyes spring wide open and Jensen knows he just hit the jackpot. He grins seductively at Jared, kisses him quick and dirty before he says, "Okay, let's clean up."
On their way up to the bathroom, Jared smacks Jensen's butt playfully and asks, "Role-playing, eh? Feel like elaborating?"
They're almost late for Jensen's appointment because cleaning up took so long. Jensen drives with Jared riding shotgun. After the surgery, it'll be a while until he can get back behind the wheel, so he's taking advantage of it for as long as he can. There's silence, but it doesn't feel uncomfortable at all.
Parking the car behind the clinic, Jensen doesn't get out right away. Instead, he takes a few deep breaths, rubbing his palms up and down his thighs. Jared's large hand grabs his and pulls it gently. When he turns to the side, looking at Jared, he sees a reassuring smile on Jared's face. Bringing their hands up to his lips, Jared pecks Jensen's knuckles. Jensen releases a deep breath. And another one. Jared simply keeps smiling at him, rubbing his hand in silent support.
"You nervous?" Jared asks in between kissing and massaging.
"Yeah, a little," Jensen admits. Even though the laser surgery is minor, there are still things that can go wrong. Not that Jensen believes something will but just knowing that it could makes his stomach flutter a little.
"You'll be fine, Jen," Jared reassures him.
And yes, Jared's right. Everything will go smoothly. Jensen nods, grateful for Jared's support. They head inside and meet with Jensen's doctor, Dr. Levy. Everything goes pretty fast from there.
They go over the procedure again and Jensen's prepared; before he knows, it's over. His vision is still incredibly blurry, he barely can see anything and he's got weird plastic shields taped to his face to keep him from rubbing at his eyes, which turns out to be a good idea because his eyes are itching like motherfucker. His head feels pretty light like how he feels when he's high. But it's over and Jared can take him home.
He just wants to sleep.
Dr. Levy leads Jensen out to the waiting room where he hears rather than sees Jared stalk his way.
"Hey, you okay?" Jared asks, his hand around Jensen's biceps in a tight grip.
Jensen nods and he can't see Jared's expression, too blurry. Jared strokes over his arm, so that's good. They sit down with Dr. Levy to listen to her instructions. Jensen's heard all of this before but he thinks it won't hurt to hear it one more time. She gives him eye drops he'll have to apply and she states again how important it is that he doesn't rub at his eyes. She says she will see him the next day but for now, he can go home.
"Okay, let's go," Jared says, his hand on Jensen's elbow. He leads Jensen out to the car, all the way to the passenger seat. Jensen feels helpless and he hopes that his vision will clear soon.
He flinches when Jared slams his own door shut. Not being about to see anything, he hadn't anticipated it. It's weird operating mostly on hearing now. And touch. Jared's hand lands on Jensen's thigh, giving it a quick squeeze before he says, "Let's get you home, buddy."
"Thanks for doing this, Jared," Jensen says in the general direction of where Jared's voice had come from.
Jared's "No problem," is nearly lost underneath the roaring of the car's engine.
After bumping into the coffee table for the third time (after already having had walked into a wall twice and nearly stepping on a dog once - Jensen couldn't see which one) he's so frustrated that he gives up. Instead of trying to find his way around the house Jensen lies down on the sofa and listens to the TV.
When Jared joins him later, sitting down and letting Jensen use his lap as a pillow, Jared asks "Hey, there anything particular you wanna watch?"
Jensen thinks the playful slap of Jared's thigh was well deserved. Jared yelps before he collapses into a giggle fit.
"I mean, listen to obviously," Jared snickers. He places a soft kiss on the side of Jensen's head while his hand strokes along Jensen's side.
Dr. Levy had told him that some people see clearly right away and others need a few hours. By the time he comes in for his first check-up the following day, he should be fine. He's frustrated that he's not one of those who see clearly right away. All Jensen can see are rough silhouettes. Although in the end, it doesn't matter all that much anyway. Dr. Levy had ordered him to keep his eyes closed for a few hours to avoid stress or dehydration.
"No, I wanna crash," Jensen says, pouting. He hates how helpless he is.
Jared doesn't seem to mind as he leads him, without any snarky remarks, up the stairs and into their bedroom. Once Jensen's seated on the bed, Jared starts undressing him despite Jensen's protests that he still can do that all by himself. But Jared ignores his protests.
Jensen's skin becomes tight and hot when Jared runs his big palms over Jensen's body, murmuring how gorgeous he is. Jared pushes Jensen so that he's flat on his back and Jensen concentrates on everything that's happening around him, that's happening to him and that he can't see. He listens and feels instead. It's pretty much amazing.
Jared worships his body with lips and tongue and palms. Not being able to see makes the sensations even more intense.
"Jared," Jensen whines, reaching blindly for where he thinks Jared is. His hand lands on top of Jared's head, and he runs his fingers through the soft strands immediately. He needs more of everything. More kisses, more licks, more bites, more scratches. More, more, more.
"Suck my dick, please, Jared, please. Suck me," he keens.
Jared doesn't answer with words. He does with actions. The wet heat around Jensen's cock feels so delightful that he can't help that he bucks his hips up. Jared blowing him has always been one of Jensen's favorite parts during sex. Jared's large palms massaging his balls, his sinful mouth swallowing him almost all the way down. It doesn't get much better than this. Jensen's senses are on fire, his sensory nerves are even more sensitive now that he can't rely on any visual impulses. Not that Jensen needs to see anyway, he knows how Jared looks like: his mouth stretched around Jensen's dick, slick with spit, shiny and red, his eyes closed, his hair floppy and all over the place.
Jensen's orgasm hits him like a freight train. So intense that he swears he just saw stars. If he could actually see anything.
For a while he just lies there panting, catching his breath. When he reaches out into the nothingness, Jared's hand finds his. Pulling, he makes Jared land on top of him. Immediately, he places a kiss only to have Jared snicker. He can't tell for sure which part of Jared he just kissed but it felt incredibly soft. Jared laughs and presses his mouth to Jensen's.
"Need me to get you off?" Jensen asks, but there's no answer. It seems to take Jared a moment to realize that Jensen can't see him right now.
"No, we're good," Jared says, kissing him again. They make out for a while. Soft and slow. Their hands wander over their bodies and Jensen wonders why they haven't done anything like this before. He loves the feeling of exploring Jared this way. His skin, where it's particularly soft, his muscles, strong and firm. This situation turns out to be not that bad after all.
There's no way for Jensen to tell for how long they lie there, touching and kissing before they fall asleep. He wakes up the next morning and when he blinks, he's surprised to find that his eyesight is almost as sharp as it was whenever he wore his contacts. He remembers Dr. Levy saying that even once his vision returns, it'll take a few days until he re-adjusts to the final result.
Jared's next to him, drooling onto the pillow and snoring softly. Jensen decides to let him sleep for another while before he wakes him with Jared's preferred method: a morning blowjob. After all, Jensen's got a favor to return.