Drabble: Skinny Dipping (Jared/Jensen)
Fandom: J2
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 -- Wordcount: 1,900
Warnings: Naked boys, skinny dipping (duh!), general ridiculousness, PWP
Notes: My porny fill for the Summerbreak Meme (I swear, this is the last of them) for those of you who were wondering where the smut was.
Summary - “I’m not doing this,” Jensen states firmly.
“I’m not doing this,” Jensen states firmly - for the fifth time - feet planted, arms crossed, the picture of stern disapproval. Jared’s back and shoulders appear unfazed.
Alright, maybe more than unfazed since then Jared’s back is curving as he bends to shuck his single remaining item of clothing - a pair of ‘Property of Dean Winchester’ boxers that were supposed to be a gag gift. You don’t wear gag gifts, damnit! Well, ok, maybe once when you first get them because it’s funny, but you don’t make them a regular part of your wardrobe!
Which is, of course, now a moot point because Jared isn’t wearing them anymore. Or anything else. Because he’s naked. Or maybe nekkid, like the internet likes to spell it because somehow the word naked seems far too refined for a man rapidly encroaching on 30 who’s about to go skinny dipping.
“It’s two in the morning! No one’s gonna see!” Jared argues, too loudly. His voice echoes through the trees, going on for miles for all that they know to search out the ears of some bored, camera-equipped fangirl like a trouble-seeking missile.
He turns around and gives Jensen’s fully-clothed state one more glare - which Jensen might, perhaps miss the majority of because his eyes automatically trek southward - and then, just like that, Jared’s taking off for the end of the dock full-tilt. It’s a naked giant running, so it should look patently ridiculous, which it does, it’s just also sort of, a little bit hot. It’s not Jensen’s fault that Jared’s abnormally muscular and that the moonlight happens to catch on his body at just such an angle to highlight the way his legs and ass and back bunch-flex when he gets to the end of the wood planks and dives into the inky water.
Now, what Jensen should do is snag Jared’s clothes, go back up the little cabin they’ve rented for the week and see how long it takes Jared’s naked ass to start begging for Jensen to unlock the door. That’s exactly what any of Jensen’s other guy friends would do if the situation were reversed. Except, what he and Jared are has somehow managed to slip past the guy friends level and entered into this other, undefined territory that involves a lot more orgasms and a lot fewer clear distinctions about appropriate reactionary behavior.
It’s only because of this egregious lack of a mutually accepted set social practices that Jensen ends up shuffling barefoot down to the end of the dock to watch Jared bob in the rippling water instead of escaping to the relative safety of the couch and beer.
Jared looks up at him through the dark, bright moon glinting off of his slicked-back hair, grin shining all on it’s own, just like it always does.
“C’mon, Jen,” he nags, arms arcing through the water at his sides to keep him afloat. “It’s fun! You have to skinny dip at least once in your life.”
“No, actually, I don’t,” Jensen points out, but damn if he’s not crouching down anyway to have this conversation up close. “And it’s not fun, it’s swimming naked in a lake full of unknown creatures that could mistake my dick for food.”
Jared chuckles but Jensen cuts him off with a glare and a pointed finger before he can make the obvious joke. Instead, he goes back to whining.
“Jennnnsennnn! Come on, please? I’ll make it worth your while.” The slow drag of Jared’s voice should not be as tempting as it is. Then again, when it comes to Jared, Jensen’s found that ‘should’ doesn’t mean a whole hell of a lot.
He's wavering and there's very good chance that it shows on his face, going by the considering look Jared's giving him. Wet Jared is one of his favorite Jareds, right up there with fuck me now Jared and just came so hard I can't move Jared, to say nothing of I happened to be making tea while naked and accidentally spilled honey all over my rock hard abs, could you help me clean it up with your mouth? Jared. Fine, he has a lot of favorite Jareds. but wet happens to look particularly good on him and the idea of getting to not only watch, but touch all that slick, silky skin with nothing but water keeping them apart...
Never one to go down without a fight - depending on the context of ‘go down’, naturally - Jay pulls out an absolutely low-down, dirty, cheap trick. He draws in a deep breath and pushes out so he’s floating on his back, abs clenched to hold his position glittering in the moonlight, marred and simultaneously improved by the rigid jut of his cock resting against them. Jensen’s reasonably certain that before Jared, just looking at dick didn’t do anything for him; now he’s uncomfortably hard in his jeans. Guess it wouldn’t be a cheap trick if it didn’t work.
Why do I even bother, he wonders, standing back up to strip out of his shirt and pants. Jared wolf whistles when it becomes obvious that Jensen’s not wearing any underwear - he likes to be prepared, alright - but shuts the hell up again when Jensen takes a moment to wrap his fingers around his dick and slowly stroke it, eyes roving like a physical touch of heat all over his humidity-sticky skin. Jared’s not the only damn performer around here.
Shockingly cool water sends waves of goosebumps bursting over his skin as it envelops him when he takes the plunge, his feet hitting the shifting pebbled bottom so he can rocket back to the surface again.
"Fuck!" is the first thing he splutters when his head breaks the surface, shaking the water out of his eyes. Jared howls with laughter, hardly letting Jensen get a breath before he's swallowed up in a crashing wave of water. Stupid long, monkey arms and their stupidly huge splash radius. This will not go unavenged.
The water is still overly chilly when Jensen ducks under again, but his body is beginning to adjust. He doesn't dare open his eyes here like he would in a pool, but it's probably too dark to see anything anyway. Besides, Jared makes enough noise writhing around like a worm on a hook that he's not exactly hard to pinpoint.
Jensen's hand finds something warm and solid to hang on to - an ankle by the feel of it - and yanks, reveling in the explosion of bubbling protest as Jared's dragged under. They surface once more, just long enough to drag in heaving gasps before Jared's tackling him back underwater again, gross lakewater stinging in Jensen's sinuses but his own elbow finding Jared's ribs to earn a satisfying grunt.
As it is wont to happen with them, the rough wrestle of bending and twisting their bodies together quickly derails into groping and playful shows of force. How they end up back at the dock Jensen isn't entirely sure, but then he's not particularly invested in finding out either when Jared urges his hands up to grip the overhang for stability, leaving Jensen's body open and vulnerable to the assault of soft lips and probing fingers.
Uneven woodgrain slips under his wet fingertips when Jared's thumb circles a cold-pebbled nipple, rolling and pinching it between his knuckles. His other hand is clinging to Jensen's hip, just hard enough to tease at bruises that probably won't form, hot labored breath ghosting over Jensen's lips. All on it's own, Jensen's body arches into the touch, a quiet groan pouring out of on a puff of air.
"Like that, Jen?" Jared taunts with a smile Jensen can feel against the shell of his ear. Whatever cutting retort he might have made of Jared being a smug, cockteasing bastard gets cut off when the hold on his hip shifts up to his shoulder, putting extra strain on his arms but more than rewarded for it by the heat of Jared's tongue tracing around his ear as that huge, strong hand of his encircles Jensen's momentarily flagging hard-on.
His only response is another, "Fuck," moaned this time as his hips pump upward into Jared's grip.
The heat of Jared's cock against his skin seems almost impossible against the cool water caressing them. The force of their steady motion makes the current swirl around Jensen, brushing his skin all over like a hundred sets of gentle hands stroking. His nerves are alight with it, muscles burning in his arms from holding their water-bolstered weight, body working like a thing possessed from the relentless coil of need tightening in his gut.
"That's it, baby, fuck my fist," Jared's muttering against his cheek, dipping down to nibble at Jensen's earlobe and send a raw jolt of electricity down his spine. "Let me feel you come for me. Show me how you're gonna do it later, up in our bed, pounding me til I scream, beg you not to stop." He's already breathing hard, voice sex-rough, but here it drops into a facsimile of that mewling keen he always has when Jensen really is fucking deep inside of him; painting a high definition portrait of debauchery while the water breaks against them, making Jensen's body feel superheated with every soft brush of it against his balls, his nipples, the hot, hidden curl of his hole. "God Jen, don't stop, please don't stop, fuck me baby, fuck me full."
Goddamn Jared and his goddamn filthy, sweet, gorgeous mouth.
The water draws up suddenly higher, cold on his mostly dry shoulders as Jensen lets go of the dock with one hand, using it instead to tangle in Jared's soaked hair and direct him into a harsh kiss as the water between them turns hot with the pulse of Jensen's come. Jared moans into his mouth, licking at the hard line of Jensen's teeth and grabbing Jensen's hips with both hands to press them tightly together. Just a couple of fluid bucks and Jared is coming too, scalding spurts that are trapped briefly between their bodies before the water washes it away.
Perhaps if Jensen hadn't just shot most of his functioning braincells out of his cock, he wouldn't be quite so surprised by the feel of losing his grip on the dock above being followed immediately by a face full of water. Nonetheless, he is and ends up swallowing and instantly choking up more of the lake than seems strictly necessary.
Thoughtfully, Jared pats him on the back as he coughs up water, hanging on to one of the pylons to keep them afloat. As far as Jensen's concerned the afterglow is pretty effectively killed but Jared still looks lazily content, even with fresh drizzles of water streaming down his face.
"Can we go inside now?" Jensen sighs, though he doesn't really bother to fight it when Jared tucks him in against the wood and Jared's body for another couple of slow, wet kisses.
"Yes, we can go inside," Jared says indulgently, "On one condition."
"What?"
Jared grins full-force and leans into peck Jensen on the lips one more time. "You have to admit it; skinny dipping was an awesome idea."
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 -- Wordcount: 1,900
Warnings: Naked boys, skinny dipping (duh!), general ridiculousness, PWP
Notes: My porny fill for the Summerbreak Meme (I swear, this is the last of them) for those of you who were wondering where the smut was.
Summary - “I’m not doing this,” Jensen states firmly.
“I’m not doing this,” Jensen states firmly - for the fifth time - feet planted, arms crossed, the picture of stern disapproval. Jared’s back and shoulders appear unfazed.
Alright, maybe more than unfazed since then Jared’s back is curving as he bends to shuck his single remaining item of clothing - a pair of ‘Property of Dean Winchester’ boxers that were supposed to be a gag gift. You don’t wear gag gifts, damnit! Well, ok, maybe once when you first get them because it’s funny, but you don’t make them a regular part of your wardrobe!
Which is, of course, now a moot point because Jared isn’t wearing them anymore. Or anything else. Because he’s naked. Or maybe nekkid, like the internet likes to spell it because somehow the word naked seems far too refined for a man rapidly encroaching on 30 who’s about to go skinny dipping.
“It’s two in the morning! No one’s gonna see!” Jared argues, too loudly. His voice echoes through the trees, going on for miles for all that they know to search out the ears of some bored, camera-equipped fangirl like a trouble-seeking missile.
He turns around and gives Jensen’s fully-clothed state one more glare - which Jensen might, perhaps miss the majority of because his eyes automatically trek southward - and then, just like that, Jared’s taking off for the end of the dock full-tilt. It’s a naked giant running, so it should look patently ridiculous, which it does, it’s just also sort of, a little bit hot. It’s not Jensen’s fault that Jared’s abnormally muscular and that the moonlight happens to catch on his body at just such an angle to highlight the way his legs and ass and back bunch-flex when he gets to the end of the wood planks and dives into the inky water.
Now, what Jensen should do is snag Jared’s clothes, go back up the little cabin they’ve rented for the week and see how long it takes Jared’s naked ass to start begging for Jensen to unlock the door. That’s exactly what any of Jensen’s other guy friends would do if the situation were reversed. Except, what he and Jared are has somehow managed to slip past the guy friends level and entered into this other, undefined territory that involves a lot more orgasms and a lot fewer clear distinctions about appropriate reactionary behavior.
It’s only because of this egregious lack of a mutually accepted set social practices that Jensen ends up shuffling barefoot down to the end of the dock to watch Jared bob in the rippling water instead of escaping to the relative safety of the couch and beer.
Jared looks up at him through the dark, bright moon glinting off of his slicked-back hair, grin shining all on it’s own, just like it always does.
“C’mon, Jen,” he nags, arms arcing through the water at his sides to keep him afloat. “It’s fun! You have to skinny dip at least once in your life.”
“No, actually, I don’t,” Jensen points out, but damn if he’s not crouching down anyway to have this conversation up close. “And it’s not fun, it’s swimming naked in a lake full of unknown creatures that could mistake my dick for food.”
Jared chuckles but Jensen cuts him off with a glare and a pointed finger before he can make the obvious joke. Instead, he goes back to whining.
“Jennnnsennnn! Come on, please? I’ll make it worth your while.” The slow drag of Jared’s voice should not be as tempting as it is. Then again, when it comes to Jared, Jensen’s found that ‘should’ doesn’t mean a whole hell of a lot.
He's wavering and there's very good chance that it shows on his face, going by the considering look Jared's giving him. Wet Jared is one of his favorite Jareds, right up there with fuck me now Jared and just came so hard I can't move Jared, to say nothing of I happened to be making tea while naked and accidentally spilled honey all over my rock hard abs, could you help me clean it up with your mouth? Jared. Fine, he has a lot of favorite Jareds. but wet happens to look particularly good on him and the idea of getting to not only watch, but touch all that slick, silky skin with nothing but water keeping them apart...
Never one to go down without a fight - depending on the context of ‘go down’, naturally - Jay pulls out an absolutely low-down, dirty, cheap trick. He draws in a deep breath and pushes out so he’s floating on his back, abs clenched to hold his position glittering in the moonlight, marred and simultaneously improved by the rigid jut of his cock resting against them. Jensen’s reasonably certain that before Jared, just looking at dick didn’t do anything for him; now he’s uncomfortably hard in his jeans. Guess it wouldn’t be a cheap trick if it didn’t work.
Why do I even bother, he wonders, standing back up to strip out of his shirt and pants. Jared wolf whistles when it becomes obvious that Jensen’s not wearing any underwear - he likes to be prepared, alright - but shuts the hell up again when Jensen takes a moment to wrap his fingers around his dick and slowly stroke it, eyes roving like a physical touch of heat all over his humidity-sticky skin. Jared’s not the only damn performer around here.
Shockingly cool water sends waves of goosebumps bursting over his skin as it envelops him when he takes the plunge, his feet hitting the shifting pebbled bottom so he can rocket back to the surface again.
"Fuck!" is the first thing he splutters when his head breaks the surface, shaking the water out of his eyes. Jared howls with laughter, hardly letting Jensen get a breath before he's swallowed up in a crashing wave of water. Stupid long, monkey arms and their stupidly huge splash radius. This will not go unavenged.
The water is still overly chilly when Jensen ducks under again, but his body is beginning to adjust. He doesn't dare open his eyes here like he would in a pool, but it's probably too dark to see anything anyway. Besides, Jared makes enough noise writhing around like a worm on a hook that he's not exactly hard to pinpoint.
Jensen's hand finds something warm and solid to hang on to - an ankle by the feel of it - and yanks, reveling in the explosion of bubbling protest as Jared's dragged under. They surface once more, just long enough to drag in heaving gasps before Jared's tackling him back underwater again, gross lakewater stinging in Jensen's sinuses but his own elbow finding Jared's ribs to earn a satisfying grunt.
As it is wont to happen with them, the rough wrestle of bending and twisting their bodies together quickly derails into groping and playful shows of force. How they end up back at the dock Jensen isn't entirely sure, but then he's not particularly invested in finding out either when Jared urges his hands up to grip the overhang for stability, leaving Jensen's body open and vulnerable to the assault of soft lips and probing fingers.
Uneven woodgrain slips under his wet fingertips when Jared's thumb circles a cold-pebbled nipple, rolling and pinching it between his knuckles. His other hand is clinging to Jensen's hip, just hard enough to tease at bruises that probably won't form, hot labored breath ghosting over Jensen's lips. All on it's own, Jensen's body arches into the touch, a quiet groan pouring out of on a puff of air.
"Like that, Jen?" Jared taunts with a smile Jensen can feel against the shell of his ear. Whatever cutting retort he might have made of Jared being a smug, cockteasing bastard gets cut off when the hold on his hip shifts up to his shoulder, putting extra strain on his arms but more than rewarded for it by the heat of Jared's tongue tracing around his ear as that huge, strong hand of his encircles Jensen's momentarily flagging hard-on.
His only response is another, "Fuck," moaned this time as his hips pump upward into Jared's grip.
The heat of Jared's cock against his skin seems almost impossible against the cool water caressing them. The force of their steady motion makes the current swirl around Jensen, brushing his skin all over like a hundred sets of gentle hands stroking. His nerves are alight with it, muscles burning in his arms from holding their water-bolstered weight, body working like a thing possessed from the relentless coil of need tightening in his gut.
"That's it, baby, fuck my fist," Jared's muttering against his cheek, dipping down to nibble at Jensen's earlobe and send a raw jolt of electricity down his spine. "Let me feel you come for me. Show me how you're gonna do it later, up in our bed, pounding me til I scream, beg you not to stop." He's already breathing hard, voice sex-rough, but here it drops into a facsimile of that mewling keen he always has when Jensen really is fucking deep inside of him; painting a high definition portrait of debauchery while the water breaks against them, making Jensen's body feel superheated with every soft brush of it against his balls, his nipples, the hot, hidden curl of his hole. "God Jen, don't stop, please don't stop, fuck me baby, fuck me full."
Goddamn Jared and his goddamn filthy, sweet, gorgeous mouth.
The water draws up suddenly higher, cold on his mostly dry shoulders as Jensen lets go of the dock with one hand, using it instead to tangle in Jared's soaked hair and direct him into a harsh kiss as the water between them turns hot with the pulse of Jensen's come. Jared moans into his mouth, licking at the hard line of Jensen's teeth and grabbing Jensen's hips with both hands to press them tightly together. Just a couple of fluid bucks and Jared is coming too, scalding spurts that are trapped briefly between their bodies before the water washes it away.
Perhaps if Jensen hadn't just shot most of his functioning braincells out of his cock, he wouldn't be quite so surprised by the feel of losing his grip on the dock above being followed immediately by a face full of water. Nonetheless, he is and ends up swallowing and instantly choking up more of the lake than seems strictly necessary.
Thoughtfully, Jared pats him on the back as he coughs up water, hanging on to one of the pylons to keep them afloat. As far as Jensen's concerned the afterglow is pretty effectively killed but Jared still looks lazily content, even with fresh drizzles of water streaming down his face.
"Can we go inside now?" Jensen sighs, though he doesn't really bother to fight it when Jared tucks him in against the wood and Jared's body for another couple of slow, wet kisses.
"Yes, we can go inside," Jared says indulgently, "On one condition."
"What?"
Jared grins full-force and leans into peck Jensen on the lips one more time. "You have to admit it; skinny dipping was an awesome idea."