Come Over Here Babe, And Give Me A Kiss [R] J2
Title: Come Over Here Babe, And Give Me A Kiss
Author: hd_obsession
Rating: R
Warnings: Unapologetic Schmoop.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Jared’s wanted to kiss Jensen since he met him.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves and each other and this isn’t true, probably.
A/N: This is for benitle. She wanted kissing fic with lots and lots of kissing, and well, I thought I should provide! I hope you like it babe ♥ Thank you to matalinolukaret for helping me grammatically. Title taken from Birds and Bees by Ben Lee and Mandy Moore.
When Jared had first met Jensen and saw the man’s lips, his thoughts immediately went to kissing. Most people would probably think of them as being perfect for cock sucking, which they were, full and plump, and probably looked indecent stretched around a cock. But to Jared, they were perfect for kissing. Long languid kisses exchanged as they made out on the sofa, or good morning kisses, or kisses while passionately in bed. But lots and lots of kissing.
It wasn’t very helpful while working and Dean would poke his tongue out and lick his dry lips or when Jared and Jensen were just hanging out and Jensen would bite his lips or when they were running lines and Jensen would tap his pen or highlighter against his lips in thought. Suffice it to say, Jared wasn’t very productive when these instances happened.
They had both decided to get drunk at Jared’s place after a long day of shooting one night. They were both lounging on the sofa, bodies lax with alcohol and fatigue. Suddenly Jared feels a warm weight across his lap, Jensen’s knees on either side of his hips. Jensen’s staring at him kind of intently for being drunk and Jared’s still, afraid to move to push Jensen off, which he doesn’t want, or hold him in his place, which he wants so much but afraid of how Jensen will react.
“I’ve seen you looking at my lips Jay. Seen your eyes go dark with desire,” Jensen says.
Jared gulps, unable to deny what Jensen is saying, because he has stared.
“So what do you want Jared? Want me to suck you off? Want my lips around your cock?”
Jared shakes his head, because while his cock is straining, all for that idea, he wants more, so much more.
“I want…I want to kiss you,” Jared says, voice raspy because his mouth is dry with want.
Jensen’s eyes flicker in surprise, like that was the last thing Jensen expected Jared to say. But then he smiles, a slow sweet smile meant just for Jared. And Jared has a feeling he’ll be getting a hell of a lot more of those and can’t wait.
Jensen leans in, their cocks brushing against each other, and licks across Jared’s lips, asking for permission. Jared is helpless to resist and opens his mouth, welcoming Jensen’s tongue inside, stroking and massaging it with his own. His hands fly to Jensen’s hair, angling his face just so and it’s perfect. Lips melded against each other. Tongues caressing.
They do nothing but kiss that night, content to make out as long as they can, lips tingling whenever they pull apart for air, but not caring as they dive right back in. They fall asleep on the sofa, Jensen half on top of Jared and half squished between him and the back of the sofa. It might be a subconscious effort on Jared’s part to make sure Jensen can’t move, but it doesn’t matter because Jensen’s there with a half smile on his lips, watching Jared when Jared wakes up.
His smile widens when Jared gives him one of his own and Jensen leans in to kiss him. Jared doesn’t care about morning breath, about how his back and neck are killing him from being in an awkward position, how his head hurts a little from all the alcohol, how his arm is half asleep because Jensen’s been lying on it all night. He’s just content to lick and suck and nibble, happy to just kiss Jensen for the rest of his life.
They don’t talk about it, understood that they both want this. Want more than just fucking and making out, want all of it. Jared can tell from the hitches and moans Jensen makes when the kiss. From the way Jensen’s hands flutter over his body like he can’t believe Jared is there when he thinks Jared is sleeping. From the way Jensen curls closer against him in his sleep, unconsciously reaching out for Jared. From the way that Jensen is always grumpy in the mornings, no matter what, unless he has that second cup of coffee in his hands and a kiss from Jared.
His eyes are scrunched and his hair is mussed. He’s clad in only Jared’s pajamas, feet and chest bare and Jared’s eyes rove over his torso hungrily. Jensen’s body isn’t cut or very well-defined, but it’s just enough to make Jared’s mouth water in anticipation and in knowing that it’s all his. Jensen’s mouth is turned down in a half pout half frowny face and it makes Jared smile. He’s really fucking adorable in the mornings, unaware of his surroundings. Jensen makes a beeline towards the coffee machine, which hasn’t even fully brewed yet, and he inhales the first cup, still hot and bitter. Jensen’s throat works as he swallows and Jared stares in fascination.
He grabs a second cup but doesn’t drink it yet, just inhales as his eyes start to open a little more and he walks over to Jared, standing in front of him. Jared’s leaned against the counter, watching Jensen’s morning ritual and he straightens a little, pulling Jensen towards him so their hips are aligned and they are pulled flush against each other. Jensen reaches behind him to put his mug down and then pulls Jared’s head down for their morning kiss.
Jensen always starts by swiping his tongue across Jared’s bottom lip before delving inside, licking the taste of sweetened coffee and the chocolate donut Jared had for breakfast out of his mouth. He tastes all of Jared and then Jared pushes their tongues into Jensen’s mouth, licking every crevice and chasing away all tastes of mint and bitter coffee until the only thing he can taste is Jensen.
“Mornin’ baby,” Jensen says, voice still husky with sleep, as they finally pull apart.
“Mornin’,” Jared says, a stupid smile on his face. But the smile is mirrored on Jensen’s face, so it’s okay.
Author: hd_obsession
Rating: R
Warnings: Unapologetic Schmoop.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Jared’s wanted to kiss Jensen since he met him.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves and each other and this isn’t true, probably.
A/N: This is for benitle. She wanted kissing fic with lots and lots of kissing, and well, I thought I should provide! I hope you like it babe ♥ Thank you to matalinolukaret for helping me grammatically. Title taken from Birds and Bees by Ben Lee and Mandy Moore.
When Jared had first met Jensen and saw the man’s lips, his thoughts immediately went to kissing. Most people would probably think of them as being perfect for cock sucking, which they were, full and plump, and probably looked indecent stretched around a cock. But to Jared, they were perfect for kissing. Long languid kisses exchanged as they made out on the sofa, or good morning kisses, or kisses while passionately in bed. But lots and lots of kissing.
It wasn’t very helpful while working and Dean would poke his tongue out and lick his dry lips or when Jared and Jensen were just hanging out and Jensen would bite his lips or when they were running lines and Jensen would tap his pen or highlighter against his lips in thought. Suffice it to say, Jared wasn’t very productive when these instances happened.
They had both decided to get drunk at Jared’s place after a long day of shooting one night. They were both lounging on the sofa, bodies lax with alcohol and fatigue. Suddenly Jared feels a warm weight across his lap, Jensen’s knees on either side of his hips. Jensen’s staring at him kind of intently for being drunk and Jared’s still, afraid to move to push Jensen off, which he doesn’t want, or hold him in his place, which he wants so much but afraid of how Jensen will react.
“I’ve seen you looking at my lips Jay. Seen your eyes go dark with desire,” Jensen says.
Jared gulps, unable to deny what Jensen is saying, because he has stared.
“So what do you want Jared? Want me to suck you off? Want my lips around your cock?”
Jared shakes his head, because while his cock is straining, all for that idea, he wants more, so much more.
“I want…I want to kiss you,” Jared says, voice raspy because his mouth is dry with want.
Jensen’s eyes flicker in surprise, like that was the last thing Jensen expected Jared to say. But then he smiles, a slow sweet smile meant just for Jared. And Jared has a feeling he’ll be getting a hell of a lot more of those and can’t wait.
Jensen leans in, their cocks brushing against each other, and licks across Jared’s lips, asking for permission. Jared is helpless to resist and opens his mouth, welcoming Jensen’s tongue inside, stroking and massaging it with his own. His hands fly to Jensen’s hair, angling his face just so and it’s perfect. Lips melded against each other. Tongues caressing.
They do nothing but kiss that night, content to make out as long as they can, lips tingling whenever they pull apart for air, but not caring as they dive right back in. They fall asleep on the sofa, Jensen half on top of Jared and half squished between him and the back of the sofa. It might be a subconscious effort on Jared’s part to make sure Jensen can’t move, but it doesn’t matter because Jensen’s there with a half smile on his lips, watching Jared when Jared wakes up.
His smile widens when Jared gives him one of his own and Jensen leans in to kiss him. Jared doesn’t care about morning breath, about how his back and neck are killing him from being in an awkward position, how his head hurts a little from all the alcohol, how his arm is half asleep because Jensen’s been lying on it all night. He’s just content to lick and suck and nibble, happy to just kiss Jensen for the rest of his life.
They don’t talk about it, understood that they both want this. Want more than just fucking and making out, want all of it. Jared can tell from the hitches and moans Jensen makes when the kiss. From the way Jensen’s hands flutter over his body like he can’t believe Jared is there when he thinks Jared is sleeping. From the way Jensen curls closer against him in his sleep, unconsciously reaching out for Jared. From the way that Jensen is always grumpy in the mornings, no matter what, unless he has that second cup of coffee in his hands and a kiss from Jared.
His eyes are scrunched and his hair is mussed. He’s clad in only Jared’s pajamas, feet and chest bare and Jared’s eyes rove over his torso hungrily. Jensen’s body isn’t cut or very well-defined, but it’s just enough to make Jared’s mouth water in anticipation and in knowing that it’s all his. Jensen’s mouth is turned down in a half pout half frowny face and it makes Jared smile. He’s really fucking adorable in the mornings, unaware of his surroundings. Jensen makes a beeline towards the coffee machine, which hasn’t even fully brewed yet, and he inhales the first cup, still hot and bitter. Jensen’s throat works as he swallows and Jared stares in fascination.
He grabs a second cup but doesn’t drink it yet, just inhales as his eyes start to open a little more and he walks over to Jared, standing in front of him. Jared’s leaned against the counter, watching Jensen’s morning ritual and he straightens a little, pulling Jensen towards him so their hips are aligned and they are pulled flush against each other. Jensen reaches behind him to put his mug down and then pulls Jared’s head down for their morning kiss.
Jensen always starts by swiping his tongue across Jared’s bottom lip before delving inside, licking the taste of sweetened coffee and the chocolate donut Jared had for breakfast out of his mouth. He tastes all of Jared and then Jared pushes their tongues into Jensen’s mouth, licking every crevice and chasing away all tastes of mint and bitter coffee until the only thing he can taste is Jensen.
“Mornin’ baby,” Jensen says, voice still husky with sleep, as they finally pull apart.
“Mornin’,” Jared says, a stupid smile on his face. But the smile is mirrored on Jensen’s face, so it’s okay.