jared tristan padalecki: 25.
title. la luna de miel
word count. 1281
rating. NC-17; for sexual content. jared/jensen.
disclaimer. jared and jensen own each other.
summary. honeymoon in the caribbean. jensen wants to do stuff. jared wants to do jensen.
a/n. written for mr. padalecki's birthday. this is chunky and weird. a continuation of the wedding!fic Ring (The Wedding Bells). feedback is very much appreciated.
la luna de miel
i.
Jensen thinks the honeymoon might have started on the flight over. What’s with the way Jared can’t stop nosing the side of his face and under his jaw idly. They spend half of the time rubbing faces like cats, holding hands, linking fingers and talking in hushed tones, ignoring the aww looks the attendants keep sending them. The other half of the time, they sleep - Jared’s head tucked in the crook of Jensen’s neck, hands intertwined.
ii.
Jensen thinks the hours they spent leafing through brochures of honeymoon spots with spectacular sceneries are wasted because they tend to spend time in bed or in the massive bathtub with champagne and chocolate covered strawberries, but he isn’t about to complain.
iii.
When Jensen asks why Jared can’t stop rubbing his face against Jensen’s jaw, Jared grins languidly. (I like it when you’re clean shaven - So you like girly skin, huh? - I just love your chin.) It doesn’t really make much sense but it doesn’t matter.
iv.
They have a lot of sex. After a few rounds the first night, Jensen collapses on his back next to Jared, spread-eagled. (I can’t believe we get to do that anytime we want for the rest of our lives - You’re such a romantic, Jen.) So Jensen’s a sap and he feels that sex after nuptials is sweeter but Jared’s having the greatest orgasms of his life so he’s not about to point that out.
v.
Jensen, being raised by his momma, secretly wonders how much trouble they’re about to get into for ruining the fluffy suite carpeting when Jared snakes a hand down his chest and belly, tapered fingers lightly scratching and finally wrapping around Jensen’s weeping cock. Jensen gasps softly and leans back against Jared’s chest, his head dropping onto Jared’s shoulder. They’re on the suite’s living area floor, Jared’s back against the ridiculously uncomfortable-yet-pricey-looking couch and Jensen’s in his lap, riding him. Jensen lets his back slide across Jared’s naked front, both of them damp with sweat and breathing harshly as they nip their way into each other’s mouths. Jared drops openmouthed kisses onto Jensen’s freckled shoulder and neck, biting and sucking and Jensen rocks against him harder, his hands on Jared’s thighs leaving marks. The angle is so very right that Jensen can feel Jared’s cockhead ramming into his prostate with every move. Jensen moans something that might be Jared’s name and Jared comes with him with a loud ahahah, entangling their fingers on the couch together and leans forward to steal Jensen’s breath from him. Jensen doesn’t seem to mind, feeling Jared’s warm hands enveloping his own, their arms extended to the sides on the couch. He shivers as he comes down from the sensation and Jared laughs against his jugular, hands wide on his chest.
vi.
Jensen finally manages to pry Jared out of the room for some sightseeing and candlelit dinner on the beach. In exchange for lurid sexual favors, of course. But it’s a start. They have Jamaican lobsters and talk about basketball games and plans for pranks on set. Pretty much a typical date. But then Jared sees the way the ring on Jensen’s finger glint underneath the candle light and his heart seems to swell inside his ribcage so much that it almost hurts. They make out across the table until their desserts are ruined.
Back at the suite, Jensen makes those sinful, sexy noises he always makes when he bites his lips as Jared slams into him with a rhythmic force, the king-sized bed swaying a little underneath their combined movements. Jensen arches back, lips white under his teeth, tiny sounds escaping from in between when they’re not stealing kisses over his shoulder. Jared covers his entire body with his own, pressing his front to Jensen’s spine, feeling skin against heated skin and kissing the length of Jensen’s sinewy back, lightly nipping. When he comes right after Jensen, he freaks out a little at how they’re almost always in sync. But then Jensen says that Jared has probably learned how to read signs that Jensen’s coming and the notion just sends him over the edge so Jared promises that they will have breakfast in bed.
vii.
Breakfast in bed is interesting and funny in the sense that they can’t seem to fit what Jared wants to eat on a tray. They finish it anyway, with little distractions. If they don’t count the time Jared sucks all the honey off Jensen’s fingers one by one. They take their time in the bathroom, making use of the bathtub and aromatherapy soap and shampoo, lathering each other and licking wet skin.
They spend the rest of the day horseback riding - Jared admiring the sight of Jensen lithe movements on his horse - and swimming with the dolphins at Dolphin Cove and the night without the lights turned on in their suite, the moonlight from the open balcony doors beaming onto their skin.
They’re on the plush carpet, Jensen sucking Jared’s brains out through his balls and before they know it, they’re moving together to the couch. They have one knee each up when Jensen enters Jared, not even needing to prepare him, loose and slick just right from their previous adventures. The feet they have planted on the floor serve as leverages as they rock and rise on the balls of their feet, Jared palming Jensen’s ass from the front and Jensen thrusting harder and faster, one hand in the hair at the nape of Jared’s neck, not really pulling. Just holding on. Jensen can tell Jared likes it, his ass clenching all around Jensen’s cock. Jensen’s first words when they’re done are breathy. (I told you so.) Jared laughs and kisses his neck, silently admitting that Jensen insisting that they put a drape over the couch seems like a good idea now and watching the splatter of their combined releases on the white sheet.
(I love you - I love you too.)
viii.
Jared doesn’t even know what noises he’s making anymore. His chest is still heaving from exertion and his cock spent but one heated look from Jensen and he can feel the desire churning inside his belly again.
(You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? I know I should’ve written a proper will before marrying you.)
(Ngh.)
Jensen’s perched on his knees over Jared, tugging on his own dick vigorously, the angry, flushed head poised above Jared’s waiting face. Jensen’s back is already bowed, his lashes heavy against freckled skin and he’s breathing in short, sharp breaths. Jared arches up and the last thing Jensen expects is for him to flutter his tongue across the ridge from underneath and so before he can do anything about it, he’s coming hot and sticky onto Jared’s face, painting his chin and cheek and neck, splattering against pink mouth. Jared makes a pleasured noise and eagerly licks at the head of Jensen’s cock, sucking it in. Jensen’s hands slide down to cover Jared’s on his hips, fingers brushing against the inside of wrists and fingers tangling.
They don’t speak. They just kiss. And yet, everything is being said.
ix.
Jensen is on his back, Jared on his stomach, his long fingers toying with the strands of Jensen’s short hair and Jensen’s drawing circles and loops between his shoulder blades. They’re doing nothing at all and everything at once - touching. Just touching.
Everything.
x.
Jared might’ve promised to do it all over again for their first anniversary but in his defense, Jensen’s tonguing an interesting spot on his body while bending him over the couch, and Jared’s lucky enough to even remember his own name.
Jensen thinks the honeymoon went very well.