Fic: RPS (Jared/Jensen): So Willing
Title: So Willing
Author: dragonspell
Series: RPS
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Schmoop.
Summary: Jared wakes Jensen up on Sunday morning. Sleepy!sex.
Word Count: 2500
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
Jensen has stubble lining his jaw. It bristles along his chin and down his neck before dissolving into the smooth, vulnerable skin of his throat. Early morning light plays along the contours of his shoulders, dipping into the hollow of his clavicle before following the lines of his smoothly muscled chest.
Jared itches to push down the blanket Jensen’s got tucked defensively around himself, to see exactly where else that Sunday morning sunlight will go but he knows he’s got too many things to do right now. He can already hear the dogs starting to pace in the hall and it doesn’t matter how much he wants to smooth his hand down Jensen’s naked stomach and coax the softness beneath his boxers into waking. He just doesn’t have time. Reluctantly, he brings himself back up and stares at Jensen’s ridiculously long eyelashes and soft, pouty lips. Jensen can do a lot with those lips. Jared smiles and presses a gentle kiss to Jensen’s forehead in a nonverbal apology as he slows begins to extradite himself from Jensen’s clutches.
Jensen swears he’s not a cuddler yet, somehow, this is always part of Jared’s morning ritual. They usually fall asleep on their own sides of the bed, Jensen professing he needs his space and Jared, usually overheated and sweaty, doesn’t complain about his temporary reprieve from the furnace that is Jensen. By the time Jared wakes up, though, Jensen will be buried against his side, half under him with Jensen’s arms and legs snaked around Jared’s to make sure he can’t get away.
Jared keeps threatening to take a picture and prove it to Jensen but Jensen still refuses to believe him. It’s okay, though. Jared’s already got pictures of Jensen tangled around him in the morning and he doesn’t exactly plan on showing Jensen those. That would just ruin the fun.
Jensen complains sleepily as Jared finally frees himself enough to slip out of the bed. He settles back down when Jared strokes his hair, instead rolling more fully into the spot Jared just left, unconsciously abandoning all pretense of staying on his own side of the bed. Jared smirks and gives him one last pet before snagging some clothes and quietly sneaking out the door.
Sadie’s waiting for him in the hall as he slowly closes the bedroom door behind him. Her ears perk up in a happy greeting and Jared grins as he slips his shorts on. “You ready, girl?” he asks quietly and he swears that she nods in reply. He pads past her and heads to the front door where Harley’s already waiting, whining softly. Harley greets him with a yawn and a pointed look at the door, disinterested in excuses. Chuckling, Jared hooks them both to leashes, slips on his shoes, and heads out for his morning run.
There’s something incredibly freeing in the pound of sneakers against pavement in the early morning. It’s liberating. Jensen doesn’t understand, but then, few people do. There’s a strange mix of serenity and revitalization Jared gets when he exercises-a convoluted kind of peace. It clears his mind and finally allows him to focus for once in his life.
Jensen on the other hand… Jared laughs and darts around a corner, yanking Harley to the right. Sadie’s right on Jared’s heels, like always; he never needs to worry about her. If Jensen had his way, Jared’s sure that gyms would be practically banned. Or at least early morning workouts.
As he swings into the park, Jared’s thoughts return to Jensen curled up in bed, looking vulnerable and sweet and just so ready to be kissed awake. Oh, Jensen’d complain about being woken up no matter what Jared did, but he admitted before that there were worse things to wake up to. Jared likes Jensen in the morning, likes surprising him before his brain comes fully online, when Jensen exists in a sleepy kind of compliance. In Jensen’s morning fugue, he’ll stay wherever Jared puts him, in whatever position Jared wants, kind of like a living, breathing sex doll. His own personal sex doll with long lashes covering hazy green eyes and soft, full lips that willingly gave into Jared’s demands.
Jared’s contemplation of Jensen’s finer features started to move decisively south, touching on Jensen’s chest, his stomach, and Jared stops himself before he reached Jensen’s ass. He could think for hours about Jensen’s ass. He slows to a walk, hauling in Harley and Sadie and breathes deep, feeling the sharp tang of the cool air as it fills his lungs. He's in the middle of a public park and he needs to remember that. Thinking about Jensen’s ass and how incredibly willing Jensen would be to spread his legs and let Jared have it isn’t very good for Jared’s chances of not being accused of being a pervert.
Jared groans and shifts his hips. Yeah, he definitely needs to head home now. He could finish his workout there in a much better way than just running.
The dogs grumble as Jared pulls them back towards the park entrance, wanting to do their customary inspections but they fall into step beside him. Jared pounds his way back to the house, counting each step.
When he makes it back, he hits the stairs running, not bothering to slow down. He dumps some food into the dogs’ dishes, leaves their leashes on and kicks off his shoes as he heads towards the shower. He knows better than to crawl into bed with Jensen sweaty. Jensen would immediately kick him out the other side.
Jared strips down and leaves the clothes on the floor because hey, it’s his bathroom and he doesn’t care. He slicks the water through his hair, shaking it back like a dog and does a perfunctory run of the soap over his body. Anything more would just be teasing.
He makes sure he towels himself off a little before he finally reaches the end of his patience and heads to the bedroom. Jensen’s exactly where he left him, except he’s managed to tangle nearly all the covers around himself in a cocoon of downy heat. Jared’s heart skips a beat and he pads over to the bed. There’s an innocence to Jensen’s face when he’s unaware of it and it’s even more pronounced when he’s sleeping. He’s beyond beautiful.
Jared swallows and lifts the covers, gently tugging them out of Jensen’s grasp to expose Jensen’s nearly naked body to the morning. The light, as promised, gleefully plays along the ridges and curves of Jensen’s body, even dipping into the hollow between hip and groin that Jensen’s boxers have ridden down to expose. Jensen moans and buries his face in the mattress, arms raising to cover his body as he tries to escape the sudden chill. Taking pity on him, Jared slips in beside him and tucks the soft, warm covers back around them. Jensen snuggles into his chest gratefully, one long leg stretching out to hook behind Jared’s knee.
Jared grins and brushes his hand through Jensen’s hair. Come hiatus, he’ll grow it out long-perfect for control during rough sex-but right now, it’s short and Jared loves how it feels against his palms. He wraps his arms around Jensen, nuzzling against his cheek and huffing a laugh when Jensen happily burrows into his hold. “You are so a cuddler,” he accuses softly and presses a kiss to Jensen’s temple. Jensen frowns like he heard but his breath stays even so Jared presses small kisses down the side of Jensen’s face.
Jensen sighs and lolls his head back as Jared reaches the joint of his jaw, allowing access. Jared nips at the sensitive skin, drawing a low moan out of Jensen, before he nibbles his way down. His hands slide down Jensen’s back, dipping into the curve of his spine and eventually slipping beneath his boxers to span his ass. Jared shifts his hips until his cock rests against Jensen’s thigh and lazily starts to thrust.
“Mmm…” Jensen hums, his eyelashes fluttering.
Jared kisses his lips. “Are you going to wake up?” he whispers. Jensen doesn’t answer and Jared slides his right hand around to cup Jensen’s cock. “How about now?” he asks, fondling the soft organ.
Jensen gasps and his eyes flutter open to stare hazily at Jared. “Jay?” he asks.
“Mmm,” Jared says, sucking at Jensen’s neck and playing with his hardening cock. “I’m gonna fuck you, Jen…”
Jensen nods, “’kay,” and closes his eyes again, apparently not willing to leave sleep’s warm grasp yet.
Jared grins and licks under Jensen’s jaw again, watching the shiver run through him. He pushes down Jensen’s boxers. “Lift up, Jen,” he whispers.
“Mmm…” Jensen mumbles and doesn’t move.
“Lazy bastard,” Jared says fondly. He braces himself over Jensen and reluctantly removes his hand from Jensen’s dick to haul Jensen’s hips off the bed and remove his underwear. Jensen whines at the sudden lack of contact and fumbles for Jared’s hand. “You’re the one who wouldn’t cooperate, Jen,” Jared reminds him. “You should do what I tell you to.”
He grips Jensen’s cock again, stroking and Jensen sighs, tilting his hips into the touch. “Anything you want, Jay…”
“Yeah,” Jared says, licking at Jensen’s earlobe. “You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?” He kisses Jensen in reward when he nods. Jared loves Jensen in the morning-so perfectly compliant. He rolls Jensen onto his side, facing away, and settles behind him. “Just like this, Jen,” he whispers. “That okay?”
Jensen lifts his leg in invitation and Jared can’t help himself-he thrusts against Jensen’s bare ass. “So fucking sexy,” he breathes and grits his teeth as he breaks away to reach for the lube.
Jensen shivers when the cold slick touches him but Jared nuzzles at his neck. “Easy, Jen. Easy for me…” The first finger slips in easily, Jensen loose and relaxed from sleep, and Jared quickly follows it with a second, smearing the lube around.
“Cold,” Jensen complains.
“I know,” Jared says and pulls out his fingers to slick himself. He grabs Jensen’s top leg and lifts it higher, holding it in place as he lines himself up and pushes in past the ring of muscle.
Jensen moans and relaxes around him, boneless and trusting.
“God,” Jared hisses and bites down on Jensen’s shoulder. When he gets inside, he has to fight the urge to come, like always. It doesn’t matter how tight or how fucked-out Jensen is, every time, Jared nearly loses it as soon as Jensen lets him in.
He knows that he’s the only thing holding up Jensen’s leg, too-Jensen’s thigh is dead weight against his grip. Jensen’s completely surrendering, letting Jared do whatever he wants, letting him manhandle him however he wants. Trusting him.
Jared gently rocks his hips against Jensen’s and places a kiss where he’d previously been biting. He didn’t leave a mark-he never does-but he still feels a need to apologize. “Okay?” he asks.
“Mmm,” Jensen hums, not bothering to open his eyes or even move.
Jared’s not letting him get away with just that, though. “How does it feel, Jensen?”
“Feels good, Jay,” he drawls. “You gonna move?”
Jared thrusts hard, shocking a gasp out of Jensen and making him grab the blankets to brace himself. “Don’t complain,” Jared playfully orders before starting a lazy, shallow rhythm, gently rocking Jensen on the bed. He presses kisses down Jensen’s shoulders, loving every soft moan Jensen gives him, and wiggles his free arm underneath Jensen’s relaxed body.
He grasps Jensen flagging cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts and Jensen pants and leans forward to grab a section of the sheet in his teeth as his hands keep fisting in the blankets. He chews on the cloth, trying to muffle his pleading whimpers.
Morning sex is the best. Whatever bits of self-consciousness Jared hasn’t already managed to train out of Jensen completely disappear and under Jared’s hands, Jensen becomes a gasping, pleading, uninhibited thing.
“So hot,” Jared whispers to him. “So gorgeous… I love you like this Jensen, desperate and wanting…” And helpless. God help him, but he loves having Jensen at his mercy. Jared shoves into Jensen’s unresisting body and pauses fully inside as he jacks Jensen’s cock hard and fast. “Gonna come for me, Jen?” Jensen whines and thrusts back against Jared, wordlessly begging him to start again. “Want me to fuck you through it?” Jared asks, teeth nipping at Jensen’s ear as he gives in to Jensen’s pleas. “Like me fucking you?”
Jensen gasps and shudders as his orgasm ripples through his body. “God, yeah,” Jared says and speeds up his thrusts.
Jensen twitches with aftershocks before he moans and collapses against Jared. He raises one hand and tangles it in Jared’s hair, pulling him down for an awkward but effective kiss. His green eyes are half lidded, the pupils blown as he stares up at Jared. “Love you,” he murmurs against Jared’s mouth and Jared’s gone. He pulses into Jensen, hips thrusting instinctively a few more times and Jensen rides him out.
He shudders as the last drop wrenches out of him and kisses Jensen’s neck. “Yeah… Fuck yeah…” God, but he loves morning orgasms.
“Mmm,” Jensen says, his eyes slipping closed again.
“That was good.” Jared nuzzles at Jensen’s hair, affectionate after a fuck, like always. Jensen doesn’t answer, just lets his breathing go even and heavy. “Are you falling asleep on me?” Jared laughingly demands, sitting upright.
“It’s fucking Sunday,” Jensen mumbles and buries his face against the mattress. He tucks the covers more firmly around himself.
“Yeah, and we’ve got stuff to do.” He pokes at Jensen’s freckles, playing connect the dots as he does. It is Sunday and they technically don’t have to do anything but there are better things to do than lie around in bed all day.
“You’ve got stuff to do,” Jensen corrects sleepily. “Like getting me breakfast.”
“I’ll make you breakfast if you get out of bed,” Jared bargains, leaning over Jensen’s prone form and blowing in his ear.
Jensen sighs and opens a blurry eye. “I hate you.”
Jared grins and collapses on top of Jensen. “You just said you loved me.”
“It was after an orgasm and I take it back.” Jensen squirms underneath Jared. “Now get off me. Your gigantic ass is crushing me…”
“Mmm. True,” Jared cheerfully agrees and doesn’t move. “Speaking of asses…” He snakes a hand between them, index finger pressing against Jensen’s hole. Jensen hisses and jerks. “Yours is filled with come.”
“God…” Jensen says, his legs spreading as Jared slips back inside.
Jared shallowly fucks Jensen with his finger. Okay, so maybe staying in bed all day had its appeal. He grins. “How about I lick you clean and fuck you again, instead?” He slips down Jensen’s body, pushing the covers off as he effortlessly flips Jensen on to his back and holds his legs open. “Then maybe we’ll see about breakfast.”
Jensen mutters something that sounds suspiciously like “Gonna kill me, Jay…” but Jared ignores him. He grips Jensen’s thighs and leans in to flick his tongue between Jensen’s spread legs, licking at the mess he’s made. Jensen keens and jerks helplessly, letting himself be at Jared’s nonexistent mercy.
He loves Jensen in the morning. So incredibly willing.
Author: dragonspell
Series: RPS
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Schmoop.
Summary: Jared wakes Jensen up on Sunday morning. Sleepy!sex.
Word Count: 2500
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
Jensen has stubble lining his jaw. It bristles along his chin and down his neck before dissolving into the smooth, vulnerable skin of his throat. Early morning light plays along the contours of his shoulders, dipping into the hollow of his clavicle before following the lines of his smoothly muscled chest.
Jared itches to push down the blanket Jensen’s got tucked defensively around himself, to see exactly where else that Sunday morning sunlight will go but he knows he’s got too many things to do right now. He can already hear the dogs starting to pace in the hall and it doesn’t matter how much he wants to smooth his hand down Jensen’s naked stomach and coax the softness beneath his boxers into waking. He just doesn’t have time. Reluctantly, he brings himself back up and stares at Jensen’s ridiculously long eyelashes and soft, pouty lips. Jensen can do a lot with those lips. Jared smiles and presses a gentle kiss to Jensen’s forehead in a nonverbal apology as he slows begins to extradite himself from Jensen’s clutches.
Jensen swears he’s not a cuddler yet, somehow, this is always part of Jared’s morning ritual. They usually fall asleep on their own sides of the bed, Jensen professing he needs his space and Jared, usually overheated and sweaty, doesn’t complain about his temporary reprieve from the furnace that is Jensen. By the time Jared wakes up, though, Jensen will be buried against his side, half under him with Jensen’s arms and legs snaked around Jared’s to make sure he can’t get away.
Jared keeps threatening to take a picture and prove it to Jensen but Jensen still refuses to believe him. It’s okay, though. Jared’s already got pictures of Jensen tangled around him in the morning and he doesn’t exactly plan on showing Jensen those. That would just ruin the fun.
Jensen complains sleepily as Jared finally frees himself enough to slip out of the bed. He settles back down when Jared strokes his hair, instead rolling more fully into the spot Jared just left, unconsciously abandoning all pretense of staying on his own side of the bed. Jared smirks and gives him one last pet before snagging some clothes and quietly sneaking out the door.
Sadie’s waiting for him in the hall as he slowly closes the bedroom door behind him. Her ears perk up in a happy greeting and Jared grins as he slips his shorts on. “You ready, girl?” he asks quietly and he swears that she nods in reply. He pads past her and heads to the front door where Harley’s already waiting, whining softly. Harley greets him with a yawn and a pointed look at the door, disinterested in excuses. Chuckling, Jared hooks them both to leashes, slips on his shoes, and heads out for his morning run.
There’s something incredibly freeing in the pound of sneakers against pavement in the early morning. It’s liberating. Jensen doesn’t understand, but then, few people do. There’s a strange mix of serenity and revitalization Jared gets when he exercises-a convoluted kind of peace. It clears his mind and finally allows him to focus for once in his life.
Jensen on the other hand… Jared laughs and darts around a corner, yanking Harley to the right. Sadie’s right on Jared’s heels, like always; he never needs to worry about her. If Jensen had his way, Jared’s sure that gyms would be practically banned. Or at least early morning workouts.
As he swings into the park, Jared’s thoughts return to Jensen curled up in bed, looking vulnerable and sweet and just so ready to be kissed awake. Oh, Jensen’d complain about being woken up no matter what Jared did, but he admitted before that there were worse things to wake up to. Jared likes Jensen in the morning, likes surprising him before his brain comes fully online, when Jensen exists in a sleepy kind of compliance. In Jensen’s morning fugue, he’ll stay wherever Jared puts him, in whatever position Jared wants, kind of like a living, breathing sex doll. His own personal sex doll with long lashes covering hazy green eyes and soft, full lips that willingly gave into Jared’s demands.
Jared’s contemplation of Jensen’s finer features started to move decisively south, touching on Jensen’s chest, his stomach, and Jared stops himself before he reached Jensen’s ass. He could think for hours about Jensen’s ass. He slows to a walk, hauling in Harley and Sadie and breathes deep, feeling the sharp tang of the cool air as it fills his lungs. He's in the middle of a public park and he needs to remember that. Thinking about Jensen’s ass and how incredibly willing Jensen would be to spread his legs and let Jared have it isn’t very good for Jared’s chances of not being accused of being a pervert.
Jared groans and shifts his hips. Yeah, he definitely needs to head home now. He could finish his workout there in a much better way than just running.
The dogs grumble as Jared pulls them back towards the park entrance, wanting to do their customary inspections but they fall into step beside him. Jared pounds his way back to the house, counting each step.
When he makes it back, he hits the stairs running, not bothering to slow down. He dumps some food into the dogs’ dishes, leaves their leashes on and kicks off his shoes as he heads towards the shower. He knows better than to crawl into bed with Jensen sweaty. Jensen would immediately kick him out the other side.
Jared strips down and leaves the clothes on the floor because hey, it’s his bathroom and he doesn’t care. He slicks the water through his hair, shaking it back like a dog and does a perfunctory run of the soap over his body. Anything more would just be teasing.
He makes sure he towels himself off a little before he finally reaches the end of his patience and heads to the bedroom. Jensen’s exactly where he left him, except he’s managed to tangle nearly all the covers around himself in a cocoon of downy heat. Jared’s heart skips a beat and he pads over to the bed. There’s an innocence to Jensen’s face when he’s unaware of it and it’s even more pronounced when he’s sleeping. He’s beyond beautiful.
Jared swallows and lifts the covers, gently tugging them out of Jensen’s grasp to expose Jensen’s nearly naked body to the morning. The light, as promised, gleefully plays along the ridges and curves of Jensen’s body, even dipping into the hollow between hip and groin that Jensen’s boxers have ridden down to expose. Jensen moans and buries his face in the mattress, arms raising to cover his body as he tries to escape the sudden chill. Taking pity on him, Jared slips in beside him and tucks the soft, warm covers back around them. Jensen snuggles into his chest gratefully, one long leg stretching out to hook behind Jared’s knee.
Jared grins and brushes his hand through Jensen’s hair. Come hiatus, he’ll grow it out long-perfect for control during rough sex-but right now, it’s short and Jared loves how it feels against his palms. He wraps his arms around Jensen, nuzzling against his cheek and huffing a laugh when Jensen happily burrows into his hold. “You are so a cuddler,” he accuses softly and presses a kiss to Jensen’s temple. Jensen frowns like he heard but his breath stays even so Jared presses small kisses down the side of Jensen’s face.
Jensen sighs and lolls his head back as Jared reaches the joint of his jaw, allowing access. Jared nips at the sensitive skin, drawing a low moan out of Jensen, before he nibbles his way down. His hands slide down Jensen’s back, dipping into the curve of his spine and eventually slipping beneath his boxers to span his ass. Jared shifts his hips until his cock rests against Jensen’s thigh and lazily starts to thrust.
“Mmm…” Jensen hums, his eyelashes fluttering.
Jared kisses his lips. “Are you going to wake up?” he whispers. Jensen doesn’t answer and Jared slides his right hand around to cup Jensen’s cock. “How about now?” he asks, fondling the soft organ.
Jensen gasps and his eyes flutter open to stare hazily at Jared. “Jay?” he asks.
“Mmm,” Jared says, sucking at Jensen’s neck and playing with his hardening cock. “I’m gonna fuck you, Jen…”
Jensen nods, “’kay,” and closes his eyes again, apparently not willing to leave sleep’s warm grasp yet.
Jared grins and licks under Jensen’s jaw again, watching the shiver run through him. He pushes down Jensen’s boxers. “Lift up, Jen,” he whispers.
“Mmm…” Jensen mumbles and doesn’t move.
“Lazy bastard,” Jared says fondly. He braces himself over Jensen and reluctantly removes his hand from Jensen’s dick to haul Jensen’s hips off the bed and remove his underwear. Jensen whines at the sudden lack of contact and fumbles for Jared’s hand. “You’re the one who wouldn’t cooperate, Jen,” Jared reminds him. “You should do what I tell you to.”
He grips Jensen’s cock again, stroking and Jensen sighs, tilting his hips into the touch. “Anything you want, Jay…”
“Yeah,” Jared says, licking at Jensen’s earlobe. “You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?” He kisses Jensen in reward when he nods. Jared loves Jensen in the morning-so perfectly compliant. He rolls Jensen onto his side, facing away, and settles behind him. “Just like this, Jen,” he whispers. “That okay?”
Jensen lifts his leg in invitation and Jared can’t help himself-he thrusts against Jensen’s bare ass. “So fucking sexy,” he breathes and grits his teeth as he breaks away to reach for the lube.
Jensen shivers when the cold slick touches him but Jared nuzzles at his neck. “Easy, Jen. Easy for me…” The first finger slips in easily, Jensen loose and relaxed from sleep, and Jared quickly follows it with a second, smearing the lube around.
“Cold,” Jensen complains.
“I know,” Jared says and pulls out his fingers to slick himself. He grabs Jensen’s top leg and lifts it higher, holding it in place as he lines himself up and pushes in past the ring of muscle.
Jensen moans and relaxes around him, boneless and trusting.
“God,” Jared hisses and bites down on Jensen’s shoulder. When he gets inside, he has to fight the urge to come, like always. It doesn’t matter how tight or how fucked-out Jensen is, every time, Jared nearly loses it as soon as Jensen lets him in.
He knows that he’s the only thing holding up Jensen’s leg, too-Jensen’s thigh is dead weight against his grip. Jensen’s completely surrendering, letting Jared do whatever he wants, letting him manhandle him however he wants. Trusting him.
Jared gently rocks his hips against Jensen’s and places a kiss where he’d previously been biting. He didn’t leave a mark-he never does-but he still feels a need to apologize. “Okay?” he asks.
“Mmm,” Jensen hums, not bothering to open his eyes or even move.
Jared’s not letting him get away with just that, though. “How does it feel, Jensen?”
“Feels good, Jay,” he drawls. “You gonna move?”
Jared thrusts hard, shocking a gasp out of Jensen and making him grab the blankets to brace himself. “Don’t complain,” Jared playfully orders before starting a lazy, shallow rhythm, gently rocking Jensen on the bed. He presses kisses down Jensen’s shoulders, loving every soft moan Jensen gives him, and wiggles his free arm underneath Jensen’s relaxed body.
He grasps Jensen flagging cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts and Jensen pants and leans forward to grab a section of the sheet in his teeth as his hands keep fisting in the blankets. He chews on the cloth, trying to muffle his pleading whimpers.
Morning sex is the best. Whatever bits of self-consciousness Jared hasn’t already managed to train out of Jensen completely disappear and under Jared’s hands, Jensen becomes a gasping, pleading, uninhibited thing.
“So hot,” Jared whispers to him. “So gorgeous… I love you like this Jensen, desperate and wanting…” And helpless. God help him, but he loves having Jensen at his mercy. Jared shoves into Jensen’s unresisting body and pauses fully inside as he jacks Jensen’s cock hard and fast. “Gonna come for me, Jen?” Jensen whines and thrusts back against Jared, wordlessly begging him to start again. “Want me to fuck you through it?” Jared asks, teeth nipping at Jensen’s ear as he gives in to Jensen’s pleas. “Like me fucking you?”
Jensen gasps and shudders as his orgasm ripples through his body. “God, yeah,” Jared says and speeds up his thrusts.
Jensen twitches with aftershocks before he moans and collapses against Jared. He raises one hand and tangles it in Jared’s hair, pulling him down for an awkward but effective kiss. His green eyes are half lidded, the pupils blown as he stares up at Jared. “Love you,” he murmurs against Jared’s mouth and Jared’s gone. He pulses into Jensen, hips thrusting instinctively a few more times and Jensen rides him out.
He shudders as the last drop wrenches out of him and kisses Jensen’s neck. “Yeah… Fuck yeah…” God, but he loves morning orgasms.
“Mmm,” Jensen says, his eyes slipping closed again.
“That was good.” Jared nuzzles at Jensen’s hair, affectionate after a fuck, like always. Jensen doesn’t answer, just lets his breathing go even and heavy. “Are you falling asleep on me?” Jared laughingly demands, sitting upright.
“It’s fucking Sunday,” Jensen mumbles and buries his face against the mattress. He tucks the covers more firmly around himself.
“Yeah, and we’ve got stuff to do.” He pokes at Jensen’s freckles, playing connect the dots as he does. It is Sunday and they technically don’t have to do anything but there are better things to do than lie around in bed all day.
“You’ve got stuff to do,” Jensen corrects sleepily. “Like getting me breakfast.”
“I’ll make you breakfast if you get out of bed,” Jared bargains, leaning over Jensen’s prone form and blowing in his ear.
Jensen sighs and opens a blurry eye. “I hate you.”
Jared grins and collapses on top of Jensen. “You just said you loved me.”
“It was after an orgasm and I take it back.” Jensen squirms underneath Jared. “Now get off me. Your gigantic ass is crushing me…”
“Mmm. True,” Jared cheerfully agrees and doesn’t move. “Speaking of asses…” He snakes a hand between them, index finger pressing against Jensen’s hole. Jensen hisses and jerks. “Yours is filled with come.”
“God…” Jensen says, his legs spreading as Jared slips back inside.
Jared shallowly fucks Jensen with his finger. Okay, so maybe staying in bed all day had its appeal. He grins. “How about I lick you clean and fuck you again, instead?” He slips down Jensen’s body, pushing the covers off as he effortlessly flips Jensen on to his back and holds his legs open. “Then maybe we’ll see about breakfast.”
Jensen mutters something that sounds suspiciously like “Gonna kill me, Jay…” but Jared ignores him. He grips Jensen’s thighs and leans in to flick his tongue between Jensen’s spread legs, licking at the mess he’s made. Jensen keens and jerks helplessly, letting himself be at Jared’s nonexistent mercy.
He loves Jensen in the morning. So incredibly willing.