Fic: RPS (Jared/Jensen): Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Babe
Title: Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Babe
Author: dragonspell
Series: RPS
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Schmoop. Barry White lyrics. =)
Summary: Jared can't ever get enough of Jensen but there's just something he has to do...
Word Count: 3170
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
Jared playfully pushes Jensen over the arm of the couch, smirking as he watches him bounce against the cushions. “Jerk,” Jensen laughs, his own smile growing bigger. He twists to the side, attempting to sit back up but Jared presses him back down with a firm hand on his chest. Jensen raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
Jared licks his lips because hell yeah and carefully straddles Jensen’s hips, his left leg stretching out to brace on the floor. Jensen jerks up against him in invitation and Jared stares down at him, sheer want pooling in his belly. Ever since they started this, it’s like he just can’t get enough. It doesn’t matter what they do or how often they do it. He could fuck Jensen 24 freaking 7 and he still wouldn’t get over him. They’d actually tried that once-just one day. Spent an entire Sunday fucking. Every time Jensen’d turned around, Jared had been bending him over something or vice versa. They’d hit every room in the house at least once and had ended up sore, exhausted and messy, coated with lube and random other substances. Hadn’t made keeping his hands to himself come Monday any easier.
Jared caresses Jensen’s chest, listening to Jensen’s breath hitch as he flicks at a nipple under the thin T-shirt. “So hot, Jen…” Jared couldn’t believe that Jensen let him do this. Couldn’t believe how willingly he spreads his legs and all but begs Jared to fuck him. He leans down and presses a quick kiss to Jensen’s lips. “Can I fuck you?” he asks.
Jensen shudders, his eyes closing and his hands reaching up to clench on the far arm of the couch. “God, yes,” he groans.
Jared knows he so doesn’t deserve this. He bends and nibbles at Jensen’s neck, loving Jensen’s soft, shivery breaths and the way his hands grip Jared’s shoulders and try to pull Jared closer. Jared resists the pressure because there’s just something he has to do first.
He just barely stops from giggling and leans over to grab the stereo remote off the coffee table. So totally doesn’t deserve Jensen because he’s been wanting to do this ever since the first Trickster episode.
“Jay?” Jensen asks, his eyes fluttering open in confusion. He lifts his hips in a quick pulse, sliding his jean-covered dick against Jared’s ass.
Jared pushes the on button and leans back over to lick his way into Jensen’s mouth as he fumbles for the CD button. Jensen whimpers and lets him in, his hands burying in Jared’s hair. “Mmm,” Jared hums before pulling away. He glances down at Jensen’s dazed green eyes before turning his attention to the remote. “Want to try something…”
Jensen arches his eyebrow again with a smirk. “Putting on a little mood music?”
“Something like that.” Jared grins as the CD finally slots into place and skips to track 6. He tosses the remote back on the table and leans over Jensen, nipping his way up Jensen neck and slipping his hands under Jensen’s shirt. One, two-
Jensen’s eyes widen as he recognizes the familiar soft beat just before the words cut in. “I’ve heard people say,” Barry White croons and Jensen bursts out laughing, his eyes closing as he tosses his head to the side. Jared settles himself more firmly on top of Jensen, grinding down and grinning as Jensen shoves at him.
“You asshole!” Jensen laughs. “Get off me!”
Jared buries his grin in the join of Jensen’s shoulder and neck, licking a pleased stripe. “Aw, baby, don’t be that way,” he jokes. His hands tickle up Jensen’s sides, further entrenching themselves under Jensen’s clothes.
Jensen twists, trying to escape Jared’s wandering fingers as he dissolves into giggles. He bats at Jared’s shoulder. “Jackass!” His legs jerk upwards, trying to dislodge Jared but Jared stays puts, plastering himself to Jensen’s body. “Let me up, damn it! I’m never sleeping with you again!”
“But Barry wants you to, Jen!” Jared says, raising his head to get a good look at Jensen. His eyes are crinkling at the corners, his face split into a large grin and a mortified blush is spreading across his cheeks. Jared could watch him all night. “You don’t want to disappoint Barry!”
Jensen’s chest is heaving and he buries his face in the side of the couch, hiding his flush and muffling his giggles in the cushions. “You suck!” Jensen yells.
“Oh, you know you love me!” He collapses more on top of Jensen, sliding his arms under Jensen’s shoulders and gripping his head to pull him out of the cushions. Jensen meets his eyes, still trying to control himself. “So what do you say?” he asks as the beat starts to wind up. “’Cause ‘My Darling I!” Jared sings, widening his eyes and over-exaggerating his pronunciation. Jensen erupts into more laughter and tries to bury himself again. “‘Can’t get enough of your love, babe!”
“You fucker!” He shoves at Jared again and tries to roll him.
“I don’t know, I don’t know why!” Jared puts on the most earnest look he can muster as he keeps Jensen from being able to turn away. Keeping a straight face is just impossible but damn is he trying. “Can’t get enough of your love, baaabe.”
“God, Uncle already!” Jensen yells, pulling at Jared’s shirt.
Jared laughs and nuzzles at Jensen’s temple. “You’re just saying that to get me to stop singing.”
“Yes!” Jensen jerks his legs again as he tries to slither out from under Jared.
Jared holds him firm, nipping under his jaw. “You say the nicest things to me.” He rolls his hips suggestively and wiggles his eyebrows. “It’s okay. I know what you’re really saying,” he says, kissing Jensen quickly before throwing his voice up into a falsetto. “You’re saying ‘Oh, yes, Jared, fuck me now!’ It’s okay Jen. I understand. You don’t have to say it.”
Jensen stops struggling, too busy shaking with laughter to think about moving. “I don’t sound like that!”
“No,” Jared agrees, snuggling closer. “You’re definitely more, mmm, ‘manly’…” He covers Jensen’s mouth with his own and teases at Jensen’s full lips with his tongue.
Jensen breaks away, still laughing. “You fucker, I can’t breathe!”
“Oh, we’ll have to improvise then!” Jared moves his mouth to Jensen’s neck, teeth worrying at the skin there. Confident that Jensen won’t throw him, Jared moves from his straddle, shifting Jensen’s legs to lie between them.
“I’m not doing this!” Jensen squeaks, still trying to catch his breath. He clutches at Jared, though, instead of trying to push him away.
Jared thrusts his hips and laves the bit of skin he was just biting. “Please?”
Jensen shakes his head. “No!” he says and Jared kisses him, quick and fast. Jensen grins helplessly and closes his eyes. “I’m not-” Jared interrupts him again, slower and more demanding this time, and, despite his complaints, Jensen wraps his arms around Jared’s neck. “Mmm…” he moans and Jared gives himself a mental high five. Total score.
“Darling I!” Barry continues singing-encouraging them in his own R&B way, Jared knows. “Can’t get enough of your love, babe!”
When he lets Jensen up for air, Jensen’s eyes are dazed and he’s starting to pant with something besides laughter. But he’s still Jensen, stubborn and focused. He finishes with a whisper. “-fucking you to this…”
Jared grins and thrusts again against Jensen’s ass, watching the surrender finally cross Jensen’s face. Jensen collapses against the couch cushion, staring up at the ceiling. “You should be glad you have a big cock…”
Jared purrs. “Say the nicest things…” He unzips his jean, pulling his aching cock out. Theoretically, he knows it’s only been a few minutes but it feels like hours and it hurts. As usual, as soon as Jared’s dick makes its appearance, Jensen glues his eyes to it. He licks his lips hungrily and flexes his hips.
God, that sight just shouldn’t be legal. Jared groans. “You and that mouth…” He presses two fingers against Jensen’s lips, watching eagerly as Jensen opens and lets him inside, sucking. Jared jerks, shoving against Jensen, fighting off the urge to come. It’s this thing he has about Jensen’s lips. He thinks it might be because he spent so many times jerking off dreaming about those lips wrapped around him that it’s just an automatic thing now. All Jensen has to do is pronounce certain words just right and Jared is achingly, blindingly hard. He’s just glad Jensen hasn’t discovered that fact yet, ‘cause all he needs on set is Jensen to go around repeating words like “school” in front of him so he can walk around with a diamond-cutter all day.
Bad enough just rehearsing a few lines makes Jared want to slither out of his chair and into Jensen’s.
Jared rips off his shirt and shucks his jeans and he doesn’t miss the way Jensen’s eyes go all hazy, how he sucks just a little harder on Jared’s fingers. Just like Jared’s go a thing for Jensen’s lips, Jared knows Jensen’s got a thing for his size. The easiest way to get Jensen to go all willing and submissive is to just pick him, put him against a wall and order him to. Jensen will melt in about 2.5 seconds and will be begging in 6. “You’re a little overdressed,” Jared reminds him.
Jensen releases Jared’s fingers with a wet pop and pulls his T-shirt over his head. Jared bites the inside of his cheek as his hips stutter and he pops the top button of Jensen’s jeans. “Fuck yeah, Jensen,” he breathes and shoves Jensen’s pants down far enough to wrap a hand around Jensen’s cock.
Just like he can’t get of Jensen in general, Jared also can’t get enough of touching his cock. It’s all soft skin over hard steel and it feels so damn good after thinking about it for seasons. Jensen whimpers and arches his back.
“Fuck, gonna treat you so good…” Jared takes advantage of Jensen’s position, to pull off his jeans and underwear, wrenching them down to his knees. Jensen’s more than willing to help him get the them the rest of the way off, lifting his legs so Jared can pull one pant leg at a time.
“Baby, let me take all of my life to find you,” Barry purrs in the background. “But you can believe it's gonna take the rest of my life to keep you.”
Jensen stretches, luxuriating in being naked on the couch and Jared skims his hands over the expanse of smooth skin. He bends and nips at Jensen’s stomach, feeling Jensen’s breath hitch and his muscles jump. It’s amazing to realize just how much Jensen hides from the world and it’s even more mind-blowing to know just how much he’ll reveal to Jared. Jared loves all of Jensen’s little mannerisms-his habit of hiding behind his hands or his way of cautiously side-stepping fan questions that he wants to answer but his inhibitions won’t let him. His way of playing straight-man to Jared’s goof ball. When Jensen drops all of that, though, showing a wanton, slutty side no one would have guessed, God is it fucking hot.
Jensen gasps as Jared pulls up his legs, spreading them, to grind more fully against Jensen’s ass. “Yeah,” Jared says, bending down to take rough possession of Jensen’s mouth again. Jensen arches to meet him and Jared slides his hands around under Jensen’s back to support him. Jensen wraps his arms around Jared’s neck, his tongue eagerly meeting Jared’s. Fuck, but Jared wants to be inside him.
He releases Jensen’s mouth and kisses his way down Jensen’s neck, his chest, his stomach… Jensen whines and lifts his hips up to where Jared’s hovering and with a wicked grin, Jared obliges him. He licks a stripe up the underside and Jensen shudders, jerking to the side. “God, Jay…” Jared purrs and swallows him whole.
It’s right about then, though, that Barry starts all over again. Jensen’s eyes pop open and he sits up, glaring down at Jared. “You set it to loop!”
Jared pulls off Jensen’s dick and furls his eyebrows in his best ‘well DUH’ look. “You didn’t really think that I thought I’d be able to talk you into it that quick, do you?” Really? In the middle of getting a blowjob, he still was able to notice? Seriously? And he wanted to talk about it? Jared rolls his eyes and sucks Jensen’s dick back down.
Jensen moans, falling back against the couch. “You callin’ me easy?”
Jared huffs a laugh and swirls his tongue one last time. “Nah,” he says, kissing the head of Jensen’s dick. “Just calling myself extra good. Speaking of that, you really shouldn’t be able to talk right now.” Really should be a nice, shuddering mess. They could fix that. Jared smiles and moves just a little lower to flick his tongue against Jensen’s ass. Jensen mewls, his legs spreading wider, and Jared reaches up to grip Jensen’s cock, stroking it. “So much better,” he says and plunges his tongue in.
Jensen fists Jared’s hair as he pants and twists. He’s still talking, but it’s not in words, just in soft, breathy moans and whimpers. Jared spreads him extra wide, trying to push his tongue up as far as it will go and Jensen shudders encouragingly. He loves that he can reduce Jensen to this-to take proud, stubborn Jensen and turn into a babbling mess, desperate for Jared. Jared’s forced to grip his own dick, holding it tight as he fights off the urge to come.
He needs to be inside Jensen before he loses it.
Jensen whines as Jared pulls away and Jared nuzzles his temple. “I know,” he says. “I’m hurrying…” He reaches between the couch cushions and pulls out one of the many emergency bottles of lube still left over from that one Sunday. He slicks his own cock, smears some on Jensen who cants his hips towards the touch and carefully rolls Jensen onto his side, pushing him to the edge of the couch so Jared can lie down beside him.
Apparently on board with the plan, Jensen lifts his left leg up and bites down on the arm he tucks under his head.
“Fuck,” Jared says, lining up his cock. He pushes one finger inside first, just opening him up.
“I swear to God and all that is holy, Jared, if you don’t-” Jensen cuts off with a hissed “Yesssss…” as Jared removes his finger and slowly starts to push in his cock. It’s almost too damn much, Jensen squeezing down on his dick even as he opens so sweet and willing. Jared bites his lip and clings tight to Jensen, clutching him to his chest as his body starts to shake. “God, you’re big,” Jensen sighs, lifting his leg higher.
Ever since they started this relationship, it’s never exactly been a secret that Jensen likes his size but Jared purrs at the compliment anyway. “Glad you like it,” he says and finally bottoms out.
“Uh! Mmm…” Jensen fucks back against Jared.
Jared grabs his hip. “God, Jen, give me a second… Gotta wait, gotta-”
“Gotta move,” Jensen interrupts and Jared bites down on Jensen’s shoulder as he obeys Jensen’s order. Fuck but it feels so damn good. He thrusts shallowly into Jensen, rocking him on the couch and reaches around to stroke Jensen’s cock.
“Yeah, Jay, just like that…” Jensen re-firms his grip on his thigh, keeping it up high and out of Jared’s way as Jared slowly speeds up. “God, yes, just like that.”
Jared peppers kisses over the back of Jensen’s neck and shoulders. He flattens the hand holding Jensen on the couch against Jensen’s stomach, trying to hold him tighter as he starts to slam into Jensen. Jensen whines with each thrust and Jared feels a familiar tingle in his balls as they tighten up.
At this angle, though, he can’t quite make it and something’s got to give before he goes insane. He pushes against Jensen’s hip, urging him to roll over onto the floor. “On the floor, Jen,” he begs. “Oh, please, God, Jen…”
Jensen obediently rolls over and onto his knees on the floor, immediately burying his face in his arms. Jared gasps at the loss of Jensen’s tight warmth and follows him, sliding back in. He grips Jensen’s hips, holding them still as he pounds inside. Jensen fumbles for his own dick, desperate to get off and Jared bats him away, gripping it himself. With a moaned “Goddamn…” Jensen spills over Jared’s hands.
Jared leans over Jensen, burying his face in the joint of his shoulder and neck, biting down as he feels his own orgasm rushing up. Jensen whimpers underneath him, trembling with aftershocks as he completely collapses onto the floor, hips canting backwards to try and give Jared the best angle and Jared loses it.
He bites off a shout and comes inside Jensen, his hips slamming a few more strokes as his orgasm wracks his body. He shivers, thrusts one more time and collapses over top of Jensen, elbows hitting the floor as he tries to keep his body weight from crushing his lover.
“Can’t get enough of your love, babe!”
As Jared regains the ability to think straight again, he realizes that Jensen is shuddering underneath him. “Jen?” he asks, concerned. He pulls out, groaning softly and carefully turns Jensen over. “Jensen?”
Jensen rolls over with into a sprawl, revealing his grinning face. “How can I explain all the things I feel?” Jensen croons, his voice cracking as he fights back giggles. “You've given me so much. Girl, you're so unreal!” He tosses his head to the side and his entire body shakes as he laughs. “God, you’re such an asshole! I can’t believe we just fucked to that.”
Jared grins and smacks a loud kiss on his cheek. “You know you wanted to. It’s like, on the list.”
Jensen raises an amused eyebrow. “‘The list’?”
“Yeah,” Jared says, stretching out on the floor beside Jensen and rubbing a hand over his stomach, combing through the light patch of fur leading to his groin. “It’s like a commandment. ‘And thou shall fuck to Barry White at least once.’” He pulls out his “earnest Sam” look and Jensen breaks down laughing again.
Jensen hits him weakly with his fist. “Jerk.” He makes a face at the ceiling. “I’ve got come in my ass.”
“Mmm hmm,” Jared happily reaffirms and scoops Jensen up to kiss him soundly. Jensen gives a token struggle before twining his arms around Jared neck and welcoming him in with a lazy greeting swirl of his tongue.
“Darling I! Can’t get enough of your love, babe!”
Preach on, Barry, Jared thinks, before he succumbs to the giggle-fit that's starting to overtake Jensen again and they laugh together on the floor until it hurts.
Author: dragonspell
Series: RPS
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Schmoop. Barry White lyrics. =)
Summary: Jared can't ever get enough of Jensen but there's just something he has to do...
Word Count: 3170
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
Jared playfully pushes Jensen over the arm of the couch, smirking as he watches him bounce against the cushions. “Jerk,” Jensen laughs, his own smile growing bigger. He twists to the side, attempting to sit back up but Jared presses him back down with a firm hand on his chest. Jensen raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
Jared licks his lips because hell yeah and carefully straddles Jensen’s hips, his left leg stretching out to brace on the floor. Jensen jerks up against him in invitation and Jared stares down at him, sheer want pooling in his belly. Ever since they started this, it’s like he just can’t get enough. It doesn’t matter what they do or how often they do it. He could fuck Jensen 24 freaking 7 and he still wouldn’t get over him. They’d actually tried that once-just one day. Spent an entire Sunday fucking. Every time Jensen’d turned around, Jared had been bending him over something or vice versa. They’d hit every room in the house at least once and had ended up sore, exhausted and messy, coated with lube and random other substances. Hadn’t made keeping his hands to himself come Monday any easier.
Jared caresses Jensen’s chest, listening to Jensen’s breath hitch as he flicks at a nipple under the thin T-shirt. “So hot, Jen…” Jared couldn’t believe that Jensen let him do this. Couldn’t believe how willingly he spreads his legs and all but begs Jared to fuck him. He leans down and presses a quick kiss to Jensen’s lips. “Can I fuck you?” he asks.
Jensen shudders, his eyes closing and his hands reaching up to clench on the far arm of the couch. “God, yes,” he groans.
Jared knows he so doesn’t deserve this. He bends and nibbles at Jensen’s neck, loving Jensen’s soft, shivery breaths and the way his hands grip Jared’s shoulders and try to pull Jared closer. Jared resists the pressure because there’s just something he has to do first.
He just barely stops from giggling and leans over to grab the stereo remote off the coffee table. So totally doesn’t deserve Jensen because he’s been wanting to do this ever since the first Trickster episode.
“Jay?” Jensen asks, his eyes fluttering open in confusion. He lifts his hips in a quick pulse, sliding his jean-covered dick against Jared’s ass.
Jared pushes the on button and leans back over to lick his way into Jensen’s mouth as he fumbles for the CD button. Jensen whimpers and lets him in, his hands burying in Jared’s hair. “Mmm,” Jared hums before pulling away. He glances down at Jensen’s dazed green eyes before turning his attention to the remote. “Want to try something…”
Jensen arches his eyebrow again with a smirk. “Putting on a little mood music?”
“Something like that.” Jared grins as the CD finally slots into place and skips to track 6. He tosses the remote back on the table and leans over Jensen, nipping his way up Jensen neck and slipping his hands under Jensen’s shirt. One, two-
Jensen’s eyes widen as he recognizes the familiar soft beat just before the words cut in. “I’ve heard people say,” Barry White croons and Jensen bursts out laughing, his eyes closing as he tosses his head to the side. Jared settles himself more firmly on top of Jensen, grinding down and grinning as Jensen shoves at him.
“You asshole!” Jensen laughs. “Get off me!”
Jared buries his grin in the join of Jensen’s shoulder and neck, licking a pleased stripe. “Aw, baby, don’t be that way,” he jokes. His hands tickle up Jensen’s sides, further entrenching themselves under Jensen’s clothes.
Jensen twists, trying to escape Jared’s wandering fingers as he dissolves into giggles. He bats at Jared’s shoulder. “Jackass!” His legs jerk upwards, trying to dislodge Jared but Jared stays puts, plastering himself to Jensen’s body. “Let me up, damn it! I’m never sleeping with you again!”
“But Barry wants you to, Jen!” Jared says, raising his head to get a good look at Jensen. His eyes are crinkling at the corners, his face split into a large grin and a mortified blush is spreading across his cheeks. Jared could watch him all night. “You don’t want to disappoint Barry!”
Jensen’s chest is heaving and he buries his face in the side of the couch, hiding his flush and muffling his giggles in the cushions. “You suck!” Jensen yells.
“Oh, you know you love me!” He collapses more on top of Jensen, sliding his arms under Jensen’s shoulders and gripping his head to pull him out of the cushions. Jensen meets his eyes, still trying to control himself. “So what do you say?” he asks as the beat starts to wind up. “’Cause ‘My Darling I!” Jared sings, widening his eyes and over-exaggerating his pronunciation. Jensen erupts into more laughter and tries to bury himself again. “‘Can’t get enough of your love, babe!”
“You fucker!” He shoves at Jared again and tries to roll him.
“I don’t know, I don’t know why!” Jared puts on the most earnest look he can muster as he keeps Jensen from being able to turn away. Keeping a straight face is just impossible but damn is he trying. “Can’t get enough of your love, baaabe.”
“God, Uncle already!” Jensen yells, pulling at Jared’s shirt.
Jared laughs and nuzzles at Jensen’s temple. “You’re just saying that to get me to stop singing.”
“Yes!” Jensen jerks his legs again as he tries to slither out from under Jared.
Jared holds him firm, nipping under his jaw. “You say the nicest things to me.” He rolls his hips suggestively and wiggles his eyebrows. “It’s okay. I know what you’re really saying,” he says, kissing Jensen quickly before throwing his voice up into a falsetto. “You’re saying ‘Oh, yes, Jared, fuck me now!’ It’s okay Jen. I understand. You don’t have to say it.”
Jensen stops struggling, too busy shaking with laughter to think about moving. “I don’t sound like that!”
“No,” Jared agrees, snuggling closer. “You’re definitely more, mmm, ‘manly’…” He covers Jensen’s mouth with his own and teases at Jensen’s full lips with his tongue.
Jensen breaks away, still laughing. “You fucker, I can’t breathe!”
“Oh, we’ll have to improvise then!” Jared moves his mouth to Jensen’s neck, teeth worrying at the skin there. Confident that Jensen won’t throw him, Jared moves from his straddle, shifting Jensen’s legs to lie between them.
“I’m not doing this!” Jensen squeaks, still trying to catch his breath. He clutches at Jared, though, instead of trying to push him away.
Jared thrusts his hips and laves the bit of skin he was just biting. “Please?”
Jensen shakes his head. “No!” he says and Jared kisses him, quick and fast. Jensen grins helplessly and closes his eyes. “I’m not-” Jared interrupts him again, slower and more demanding this time, and, despite his complaints, Jensen wraps his arms around Jared’s neck. “Mmm…” he moans and Jared gives himself a mental high five. Total score.
“Darling I!” Barry continues singing-encouraging them in his own R&B way, Jared knows. “Can’t get enough of your love, babe!”
When he lets Jensen up for air, Jensen’s eyes are dazed and he’s starting to pant with something besides laughter. But he’s still Jensen, stubborn and focused. He finishes with a whisper. “-fucking you to this…”
Jared grins and thrusts again against Jensen’s ass, watching the surrender finally cross Jensen’s face. Jensen collapses against the couch cushion, staring up at the ceiling. “You should be glad you have a big cock…”
Jared purrs. “Say the nicest things…” He unzips his jean, pulling his aching cock out. Theoretically, he knows it’s only been a few minutes but it feels like hours and it hurts. As usual, as soon as Jared’s dick makes its appearance, Jensen glues his eyes to it. He licks his lips hungrily and flexes his hips.
God, that sight just shouldn’t be legal. Jared groans. “You and that mouth…” He presses two fingers against Jensen’s lips, watching eagerly as Jensen opens and lets him inside, sucking. Jared jerks, shoving against Jensen, fighting off the urge to come. It’s this thing he has about Jensen’s lips. He thinks it might be because he spent so many times jerking off dreaming about those lips wrapped around him that it’s just an automatic thing now. All Jensen has to do is pronounce certain words just right and Jared is achingly, blindingly hard. He’s just glad Jensen hasn’t discovered that fact yet, ‘cause all he needs on set is Jensen to go around repeating words like “school” in front of him so he can walk around with a diamond-cutter all day.
Bad enough just rehearsing a few lines makes Jared want to slither out of his chair and into Jensen’s.
Jared rips off his shirt and shucks his jeans and he doesn’t miss the way Jensen’s eyes go all hazy, how he sucks just a little harder on Jared’s fingers. Just like Jared’s go a thing for Jensen’s lips, Jared knows Jensen’s got a thing for his size. The easiest way to get Jensen to go all willing and submissive is to just pick him, put him against a wall and order him to. Jensen will melt in about 2.5 seconds and will be begging in 6. “You’re a little overdressed,” Jared reminds him.
Jensen releases Jared’s fingers with a wet pop and pulls his T-shirt over his head. Jared bites the inside of his cheek as his hips stutter and he pops the top button of Jensen’s jeans. “Fuck yeah, Jensen,” he breathes and shoves Jensen’s pants down far enough to wrap a hand around Jensen’s cock.
Just like he can’t get of Jensen in general, Jared also can’t get enough of touching his cock. It’s all soft skin over hard steel and it feels so damn good after thinking about it for seasons. Jensen whimpers and arches his back.
“Fuck, gonna treat you so good…” Jared takes advantage of Jensen’s position, to pull off his jeans and underwear, wrenching them down to his knees. Jensen’s more than willing to help him get the them the rest of the way off, lifting his legs so Jared can pull one pant leg at a time.
“Baby, let me take all of my life to find you,” Barry purrs in the background. “But you can believe it's gonna take the rest of my life to keep you.”
Jensen stretches, luxuriating in being naked on the couch and Jared skims his hands over the expanse of smooth skin. He bends and nips at Jensen’s stomach, feeling Jensen’s breath hitch and his muscles jump. It’s amazing to realize just how much Jensen hides from the world and it’s even more mind-blowing to know just how much he’ll reveal to Jared. Jared loves all of Jensen’s little mannerisms-his habit of hiding behind his hands or his way of cautiously side-stepping fan questions that he wants to answer but his inhibitions won’t let him. His way of playing straight-man to Jared’s goof ball. When Jensen drops all of that, though, showing a wanton, slutty side no one would have guessed, God is it fucking hot.
Jensen gasps as Jared pulls up his legs, spreading them, to grind more fully against Jensen’s ass. “Yeah,” Jared says, bending down to take rough possession of Jensen’s mouth again. Jensen arches to meet him and Jared slides his hands around under Jensen’s back to support him. Jensen wraps his arms around Jared’s neck, his tongue eagerly meeting Jared’s. Fuck, but Jared wants to be inside him.
He releases Jensen’s mouth and kisses his way down Jensen’s neck, his chest, his stomach… Jensen whines and lifts his hips up to where Jared’s hovering and with a wicked grin, Jared obliges him. He licks a stripe up the underside and Jensen shudders, jerking to the side. “God, Jay…” Jared purrs and swallows him whole.
It’s right about then, though, that Barry starts all over again. Jensen’s eyes pop open and he sits up, glaring down at Jared. “You set it to loop!”
Jared pulls off Jensen’s dick and furls his eyebrows in his best ‘well DUH’ look. “You didn’t really think that I thought I’d be able to talk you into it that quick, do you?” Really? In the middle of getting a blowjob, he still was able to notice? Seriously? And he wanted to talk about it? Jared rolls his eyes and sucks Jensen’s dick back down.
Jensen moans, falling back against the couch. “You callin’ me easy?”
Jared huffs a laugh and swirls his tongue one last time. “Nah,” he says, kissing the head of Jensen’s dick. “Just calling myself extra good. Speaking of that, you really shouldn’t be able to talk right now.” Really should be a nice, shuddering mess. They could fix that. Jared smiles and moves just a little lower to flick his tongue against Jensen’s ass. Jensen mewls, his legs spreading wider, and Jared reaches up to grip Jensen’s cock, stroking it. “So much better,” he says and plunges his tongue in.
Jensen fists Jared’s hair as he pants and twists. He’s still talking, but it’s not in words, just in soft, breathy moans and whimpers. Jared spreads him extra wide, trying to push his tongue up as far as it will go and Jensen shudders encouragingly. He loves that he can reduce Jensen to this-to take proud, stubborn Jensen and turn into a babbling mess, desperate for Jared. Jared’s forced to grip his own dick, holding it tight as he fights off the urge to come.
He needs to be inside Jensen before he loses it.
Jensen whines as Jared pulls away and Jared nuzzles his temple. “I know,” he says. “I’m hurrying…” He reaches between the couch cushions and pulls out one of the many emergency bottles of lube still left over from that one Sunday. He slicks his own cock, smears some on Jensen who cants his hips towards the touch and carefully rolls Jensen onto his side, pushing him to the edge of the couch so Jared can lie down beside him.
Apparently on board with the plan, Jensen lifts his left leg up and bites down on the arm he tucks under his head.
“Fuck,” Jared says, lining up his cock. He pushes one finger inside first, just opening him up.
“I swear to God and all that is holy, Jared, if you don’t-” Jensen cuts off with a hissed “Yesssss…” as Jared removes his finger and slowly starts to push in his cock. It’s almost too damn much, Jensen squeezing down on his dick even as he opens so sweet and willing. Jared bites his lip and clings tight to Jensen, clutching him to his chest as his body starts to shake. “God, you’re big,” Jensen sighs, lifting his leg higher.
Ever since they started this relationship, it’s never exactly been a secret that Jensen likes his size but Jared purrs at the compliment anyway. “Glad you like it,” he says and finally bottoms out.
“Uh! Mmm…” Jensen fucks back against Jared.
Jared grabs his hip. “God, Jen, give me a second… Gotta wait, gotta-”
“Gotta move,” Jensen interrupts and Jared bites down on Jensen’s shoulder as he obeys Jensen’s order. Fuck but it feels so damn good. He thrusts shallowly into Jensen, rocking him on the couch and reaches around to stroke Jensen’s cock.
“Yeah, Jay, just like that…” Jensen re-firms his grip on his thigh, keeping it up high and out of Jared’s way as Jared slowly speeds up. “God, yes, just like that.”
Jared peppers kisses over the back of Jensen’s neck and shoulders. He flattens the hand holding Jensen on the couch against Jensen’s stomach, trying to hold him tighter as he starts to slam into Jensen. Jensen whines with each thrust and Jared feels a familiar tingle in his balls as they tighten up.
At this angle, though, he can’t quite make it and something’s got to give before he goes insane. He pushes against Jensen’s hip, urging him to roll over onto the floor. “On the floor, Jen,” he begs. “Oh, please, God, Jen…”
Jensen obediently rolls over and onto his knees on the floor, immediately burying his face in his arms. Jared gasps at the loss of Jensen’s tight warmth and follows him, sliding back in. He grips Jensen’s hips, holding them still as he pounds inside. Jensen fumbles for his own dick, desperate to get off and Jared bats him away, gripping it himself. With a moaned “Goddamn…” Jensen spills over Jared’s hands.
Jared leans over Jensen, burying his face in the joint of his shoulder and neck, biting down as he feels his own orgasm rushing up. Jensen whimpers underneath him, trembling with aftershocks as he completely collapses onto the floor, hips canting backwards to try and give Jared the best angle and Jared loses it.
He bites off a shout and comes inside Jensen, his hips slamming a few more strokes as his orgasm wracks his body. He shivers, thrusts one more time and collapses over top of Jensen, elbows hitting the floor as he tries to keep his body weight from crushing his lover.
“Can’t get enough of your love, babe!”
As Jared regains the ability to think straight again, he realizes that Jensen is shuddering underneath him. “Jen?” he asks, concerned. He pulls out, groaning softly and carefully turns Jensen over. “Jensen?”
Jensen rolls over with into a sprawl, revealing his grinning face. “How can I explain all the things I feel?” Jensen croons, his voice cracking as he fights back giggles. “You've given me so much. Girl, you're so unreal!” He tosses his head to the side and his entire body shakes as he laughs. “God, you’re such an asshole! I can’t believe we just fucked to that.”
Jared grins and smacks a loud kiss on his cheek. “You know you wanted to. It’s like, on the list.”
Jensen raises an amused eyebrow. “‘The list’?”
“Yeah,” Jared says, stretching out on the floor beside Jensen and rubbing a hand over his stomach, combing through the light patch of fur leading to his groin. “It’s like a commandment. ‘And thou shall fuck to Barry White at least once.’” He pulls out his “earnest Sam” look and Jensen breaks down laughing again.
Jensen hits him weakly with his fist. “Jerk.” He makes a face at the ceiling. “I’ve got come in my ass.”
“Mmm hmm,” Jared happily reaffirms and scoops Jensen up to kiss him soundly. Jensen gives a token struggle before twining his arms around Jared neck and welcoming him in with a lazy greeting swirl of his tongue.
“Darling I! Can’t get enough of your love, babe!”
Preach on, Barry, Jared thinks, before he succumbs to the giggle-fit that's starting to overtake Jensen again and they laugh together on the floor until it hurts.