Fic: RPS (Jared/Jensen): Blame It on Jensen | NC-17 | 3210 words
Title: Blame It On Jensen
Author: dragonspell
Series: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pr0nz. No plot whatsoever. Public sex.
Summary: Jared coerces Jensen into sex. Sequel to Crazy Hot
Word Count: 3210
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
Jared blames it all on Jensen. Entirely and completely-it’s all because of Jensen. Jared had been such a nice boy before he met that particular wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Okay, so maybe Jared hadn’t been entirely innocent before meeting Jensen-okay, a lot not innocent-but he certainly wouldn’t have been in a swanky, low-lit restaurant feeling up his kind of secret boyfriend in public ‘pre-Jensen.’ No, the whole sex in public thing is entirely Jensen’s doing and it just a damn good thing that the little red ceiling lamp illuminating their mahogany table and big white plates is really fucking dim.
The way that Jared was raised, you just didn’t do things like this. They’re just not done. But there’d been Jensen, sitting in the little round booth, licking his plush lips like he’d known just what he wanted and how to get it. A deliberate fucking tease, that’s what it was-Jensen damn well knows just how little Jared can resist his damn porn star mouth.
Okay, so maybe Jensen had just been ‘eating his burger’ or something like that but fuck-it was still his fault for making it look so damn good. Jared just couldn’t even help himself. He couldn’t even focus on the food in front of him and that was just not fucking normal. All he could think about was Jensen’s mouth and the way his lips moved, how his tongue flicked out every now and then to swipe off a little bit of flavor-a dart of pink-and how he fucking moaned after every other bite. Jared’s hand had moved by itself, creeping over stealthily underneath the table, and landed on Jensen’s thigh. Jensen had raised his eyebrows at Jared in what kind of resembled surprise but he’d been asking for it. Jared had stared blankly back and moved his hand up those crucial few inches to start kneading at Jensen’s crotch, feeling Jensen’s soft cock beneath the stiffness of his jeans.
From there it was only a barely concealed shudder and a slow blink of Jensen’s pretty green eyes to where they were at now. Jared stares at Jensen’s face, eagerly watching the arousal mounting in the tension of his muscles, in the hard swallow and the soft flick of his tongue afterward-God, that tongue, Jared could write odes about that tongue. He watches as Jensen’s eyes glaze over and he just fucking surrenders.
In Jared’s opinion, watching Jensen surrender is a bigger rush than fucking cliff diving. It’s in the way that Jensen just leans towards Jared, his body already begging for what his mind has yet to figure out. Jensen’s so damn proud but get a hand on his dick and he’ll be belly up in a matter of moments.
Jared’s hand is steady on Jensen’s crotch-fingers massaging through the rough denim, pushing under the seam to run up the toothed ridge of the zipper and then fanning out to explore the hard length pulsing under the fabric. Jensen sinks his teeth into his lower lip, just barely choking back a full-fledged moan into a tiny gasp and oh, fuck yeah. Jared could keep this up all day.
Except that he’s hard in his jeans, too, and fuck but he needs his dick inside Jensen as in yesterday. It’s all Jared can do to keep his free hand from grabbing himself or, worse yet, jumping above the table and popping into Jensen’s mouth for the whole restaurant to see, dim lighting or not. They might be a little corner and Jared’s fairly certain that no one here’s interested enough to try and make out what they might be doing but he’s certainly aware that they’re not alone, either, that there’s other people in this restaurant.
So’s Jensen, apparently, judging by the way he’s starting to hyperventilate. Jared’s well aware of this particular little kink of Jensen’s-had his eyes opened rather suddenly to it, you might say-and he knows that it’s got to be costing Jensen a lot to try and stay still, to try and not draw any attention. Jensen’s hips are already starting to give tiny, little jerks-half restrained movements that show just how much Jensen’s control is starting to slip. With a grin, Jared presses harder and leans in real close-just enough to whisper, “Relax, Jen.”
Jensen shivers and he kicks the table, making the plates clatter, while his hand comes down hard on Jared’s leg, fisting in Jared’s pants. He takes a shuddery breath that has Jared starting to throb and then skewers Jared with a desperate glance. “Restroom,” he hisses, already trying to shove Jared out of the booth.
Jared grins and shakes his head. Oh hell, no. He’s having too much fun where he’s at. Sure, moving this little scene to a more suitable locale might lead to all sorts of fun and interesting things but right now? He’s hard-pressed to think of anything hotter than Jensen trying not to lose it in front of a busy restaurant. He’s loving the way that Jensen’s starting to squirm, the way that even though Jensen’s finally managed to control his breathing, it’s still coming in little pants and there’s starting to be a whine on the end, the way that Jensen’s looking like this is the hottest thing he’s ever done, too.
It’s more than just a little intoxicating to have this kind of power and right now, Jared really wants Jensen to come. He wants nice, controlled Jensen, to just lose it in front of all these oblivious people. He strokes Jensen harder, faster, running along the entire length of Jensen’s dick, fingers curving around it as much as he’s able, and watches Jensen start to curl in on himself, biting his lip for control. Their waiter is due back any minute now, checking to see how they’re doing and fuck, but that’s exciting. Jared shifts in the seat, adjusting himself, as he briefly wonders if Jensen would be able to hold a normal conversation with the guy or if his desperation would show through. Jared wonders if the waiter would know-if he’d take one look at Jensen’s face and just be able to guess where Jared’s hand is and what it’s doing.
Jensen’s keeping his eyes screwed shut and his hands clenched-one in Jared’s jeans, the other on top of the table-his entire body starting to stretch to the breaking point and Jared gives him a little nuzzle under his ear, still under the guise of talking quietly. “You close, Jen?” he asks and Jensen’s whine is answer enough. Jared huffs a laugh. “You better be. You know that Todd’s going to be around soon, wanting to know if you’d like a refill on your water and what would he think if he saw you like this?”
“Fuck!” Jensen hisses. “Stop it!” He jerks his head to the side, trying to move away from Jared’s insinuating whispers.
“Think he’d know, Jen? Think he’d know how hard you are under the table? I bet he would-it’s written all over your face.”
“Christ-” Jensen shudders as he comes, his head tilting back towards Jared, seeking that little bit of stability as his world flips upside down.
There’s a spot directly beneath the hinge of Jensen’s jaw and it never fails to make him moan-it’s all Jared can do right now to reach over and lick that spot. He stares at Jensen’s wrecked face, instead, watching Jensen riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm while Jared’s entire body pulses in sympathy. Fuck but Jared wants to come.
“You fucker,” Jensen moans, his head lolling to rest against the back of the booth. His hand finally relaxes its death grip on Jared’s pants, falling away to rest limply at Jensen’s side.
“You liked it,” Jared shoots back, fast and quick, because his heart’s not really in it with his attention centered solely on his dick.
Jensen snorts and finally comes to enough to sit up straight and glance around to see if anyone noticed. No one’s looking their way, though, and Todd’s still nowhere to be seen. Jensen scrubs a hand through his hair and glances over at Jared, raising an eyebrow as Jared squirms. “Problems?” he asks silkily and fuck, Jared hopes he’s not going to regret getting Jensen off first. Jensen’s usually a great guy-generous and caring, but Jared knew that he could also be a colloso bastard if you gave him half a chance. Case in point is Jensen turning his attention back to his mostly eaten dinner instead of, say, Jared’s dick. Jared bites back a moan as Jensen pops a French fry into his mouth, sucking off the salt, because there is definitely something else he’d rather see Jensen wrapping his lips around.
“Restroom,” Jared mutters, trying to pull Jensen out of the booth with him. His dick is trying to convince him that he’s got about five minutes or he’s gonna die.
Jensen leans away, though, resisting the tugging. “No, I’m good, man. You go ahead, I’ll be right here.” With a grin, he eats another fry.
Jared groans, dropping his head as he contemplates his options. He is bigger than Jensen. So there is always the option of dragging him out, kicking and screaming. Not that he thought that Jensen would resort to that-the kicking, sure, but probably not the screaming. There are also the options of ignoring the situation-ha, like that is going to happen-or taking care of it himself (with Jensen’s hot mouth just a few feet away? He’d have to be crazy). Jared carefully weighs the pros and cons of each option before just deciding on ‘fuck it’ and leans in, his eyes narrowing as he sees how the motion makes Jensen’s breath quicken.
“Like hell you are,” he says. “You’ve got come drying inside your jeans. Now we could get you cleaned up or you can sit here while it cools-either way, I don’t care. I just know that I’m going to be fucking you sooner or later and I thought you’d like to do it behind a locked door rather than out here. How does that sound, Jensen?”
Jensen swallows, his eyes searching Jared’s face. “Jesus, Jay-”
“I’m going to go to the restroom and if you don’t follow me within five minutes, then I’m coming back out here and bending you over the table so Todd can watch you scream.” Which would probably get him arrested but judging by Jensen’s expression, he’s finding the idea of it just as hot as Jared is. Yeah, he knows that Jensen’s hooked. Jared straightens and gives Jensen a searing up and down before he turns and heads to the restrooms in the back.
He’s well aware of how crazy this is. He was well aware the first time that they did it. Doesn’t change the fact that last time had to have been one of the best damn orgasms of his life and, frankly, Jared had been fucking craving it. Dreaming about it, actually, if he was honest. Before he’d met Jensen, the thought had never even crossed his mind but now? Now it is definitely up there. Jared just hopes that the rest of the restaurant patrons, not to mention the staff don’t realize what he’s up to because he’s got to admit: he’s not exactly walking straight.
Jared turns the corner and hopes like Hell that Jensen’s following him as he enters the restroom, his shoes leaving the plush carpet to click on the checkered tile. Threats aside, they both know that he’d never have the guts to follow through and it’d be really disappointing to have to jerk himself off. At least the room’s clean, though. And mercifully empty. There’s three sinks that line the walls, all white counter top and smooth chrome fixtures. The urinals line the opposite wall and in the back are the stalls, the back corner of which Jared is pretty sure could comfortably fit two grown men. Hooray for wheelchairs.
He steps forward, glancing around the room, but he’s really done taking in the sights. His dick is making his pants way too fucking tight and Jared thrusts a hand down inside them. “Fuck,” he whispers.
“It hasn’t even been five minutes yet,” an amused voice says behind him and Jared turns his head to see Jensen’s laughing green eyes. “What, you couldn’t wait?”
“Don’t be a bastard,” Jared breathes and yanks his hand out of his pants to grab a hold of Jensen’s sports coat, using it to drag him into a kiss. Jared ducks his head and presses his lips to Jensen’s, coaxing Jensen’s mouth open and slipping in his tongue.
Jensen meets him with a soft sigh, tongue wrapping around Jared’s, and he goes easily as Jared starts walking them towards the back of the room. He raises a hand to catch Jared’s face, holding him steady as Jensen breaks the kiss. “Oh fuck yes,” Jensen whispers and pulls Jared into another liplock. Jared’s convinced that Jensen’s mouth ought to come with a Surgeon General’s warning or something-it’s that fucking addictive. He can’t ever get enough of kissing Jensen, always has to go back for another taste, and he’s just lucky that Jensen has a bit of an oral fixation.
Jared stumbles over his own feet and falls backward, crashing against the wall, but manages to remain upright. “Shit…”
Jensen laughs at him. “Klutz,” he says fondly and drags Jared the rest of the way into the stall.
Jared catches himself on the handrail, using it to regain his balance, and, recentered, he surges forward, shoving Jensen up against the opposite wall. Jensen groans, letting Jared press him into the wall and fuck yeah, that’s good. Jared braces himself against the wall, thrusting his tongue inside of Jensen, again, just like his dick so desperately wants to be.
And then Jensen’s sliding downward and Jared whines because no fucking way has he gotten enough yet, but Jensen just laughs at him again. “You’ll like this, I promise,” he whispers, falling to his knees in front of Jared. Jared closes his eyes and bangs a fist against the wall because Jensen wasn’t fucking kidding. Fuck, just the sight of him down there, staring back up at Jared has Jared just about ready to come. Jared groans and leans against the wall as he feels Jensen’s fingers pulling at his zipper.
“God, Jen…”
“Mmm…” Jensen says and then he’s got his mouth full because Jared’s dick is wrapped in sweet, wet heat and dear Lord. Jared takes a harsh breath but it’s not enough-not nearly enough-so he opens his mouth to drag in more air. He’s not going to last, doesn’t fucking want to, because Jensen’s just too damn good.
And God, the position. Jared opens his eyes again, determined to watch the whole thing because it’s just so incredibly rare to have Jensen on his knees like this. Jensen loves giving blowjobs-goes right along with that oral fixation thing-but he usually makes sure that Jared’s flat on his back first-helpless and completely at Jensen’s non-existent mercy. Something about the power trip or whatever-Jared’s never really cared enough to find out. He was getting blown and that’s always good enough for him-who was he to complain, really?
Jensen pulls off, giving little licks all the way down Jared’s shaft that have Jared shivering with each touch. Evil bastard. Something strokes Jared’s balls, caressing them, and he moans. “Yeah…” God, but it’s hard to be quiet… How the fuck had Jensen managed this out in the dining room? Jensen moves back up, returning to suck on Jared’s dick and Jared hits the wall again.
The click of shoes against the tile has them both tensing, Jared staring down at the top of Jensen’s head as Jensen freezes, mouth still wide around Jared’s dick. Fuck, Jared thinks. Fuck, fuck, fuck… The footsteps don’t come closer, though, ending after only a few seconds and then there’s the sound of the guy’s piss hitting the basin of the urinal. With any luck, he’ll think that he’s alone and won’t even notice the two pairs of legs in the back corner stall. Jensen flicks his eyes up to meet Jared’s and Jared shivers at the visual even as he tries to silently communicate ‘just be quiet and we’ll be fine.’
Jensen seems to misinterpret the message, though, because with an evil grin, he starts to suck again. Jared bites his lip in an effort to stay quiet and reaches a hand down to tug at Jensen’s hair, trying to pull him off. Bastard! Jensen’s not about to go-he merely tilts his head and swallows more of Jared’s dick. Jared’s jaw drops, trying to suck in air again, and his eyes slam closed. Oh fuck… Jensen’s mouth is so fucking warm and God, his lips are soft and perfect as they slide down Jared’s shaft. Jared’s furious tugging on Jensen’s hair turns into a soft caress, stroking the short spikes.
They’re so fucking going to get caught. Jared knows how absolutely useless he is at being quiet under normal circumstances. Fuck, they’re going to get caught!
There’s a sound of a zipper and then the sound of the footsteps walking away. The guy hits the restroom’s door, shoving it open and, hopefully, walking out. Jared swallows and glances down, meeting Jensen’s amused gaze again and comes, trying his best to choke back a scream.
Fucking A. Jared slams his fist against the wall again, his hips jerking as Jensen works hard to swallow every single bit. “Fuck, Jen…,” he hisses as he jerks through the aftershocks and tries to learn how to breath again.
Jensen gives his dick one last lick and then pushes away to stand up, rising up to nuzzle at Jared’s ear. “Feel better?” he teases, “Can I go finish my dinner now?” and Jared wraps him into a hug, ignoring his squeak of protest.
“It’s all your fault in the first place,” Jared mock growls.
“Me? What did I do?” Jared pulls back to frown at Jensen who blinks back at him with a perfect poker face of innocence. They stare at each other until Jensen cracks first, a smile flashing across his face before he breaks away to laugh at the floor. “Gonna sick your momma on me, Jay?”
Jared grimaces. Yeah fucking right. She’d blame him. Sometimes, Jared’s convinced that his mom likes Jensen better than she likes Jared. He smirks at Jensen. “No, but I do think it’s time we got out of here.”
Jensen nods, wincing as he shifts his stance. “Tell me about it. I feel gross.”
Jared yanks him in for one last kiss before they brave the main floor again. “All your fault.” It’s got to be because Jared never used to be into the whole public sex thing but now he’s already planning the next time.
“I’ve created a monster,” Jensen says and Jared grins because he thinks that Jensen would look absolutely gorgeous getting fucked in that little alley behind the coffee shop.
Author: dragonspell
Series: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pr0nz. No plot whatsoever. Public sex.
Summary: Jared coerces Jensen into sex. Sequel to Crazy Hot
Word Count: 3210
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
Jared blames it all on Jensen. Entirely and completely-it’s all because of Jensen. Jared had been such a nice boy before he met that particular wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Okay, so maybe Jared hadn’t been entirely innocent before meeting Jensen-okay, a lot not innocent-but he certainly wouldn’t have been in a swanky, low-lit restaurant feeling up his kind of secret boyfriend in public ‘pre-Jensen.’ No, the whole sex in public thing is entirely Jensen’s doing and it just a damn good thing that the little red ceiling lamp illuminating their mahogany table and big white plates is really fucking dim.
The way that Jared was raised, you just didn’t do things like this. They’re just not done. But there’d been Jensen, sitting in the little round booth, licking his plush lips like he’d known just what he wanted and how to get it. A deliberate fucking tease, that’s what it was-Jensen damn well knows just how little Jared can resist his damn porn star mouth.
Okay, so maybe Jensen had just been ‘eating his burger’ or something like that but fuck-it was still his fault for making it look so damn good. Jared just couldn’t even help himself. He couldn’t even focus on the food in front of him and that was just not fucking normal. All he could think about was Jensen’s mouth and the way his lips moved, how his tongue flicked out every now and then to swipe off a little bit of flavor-a dart of pink-and how he fucking moaned after every other bite. Jared’s hand had moved by itself, creeping over stealthily underneath the table, and landed on Jensen’s thigh. Jensen had raised his eyebrows at Jared in what kind of resembled surprise but he’d been asking for it. Jared had stared blankly back and moved his hand up those crucial few inches to start kneading at Jensen’s crotch, feeling Jensen’s soft cock beneath the stiffness of his jeans.
From there it was only a barely concealed shudder and a slow blink of Jensen’s pretty green eyes to where they were at now. Jared stares at Jensen’s face, eagerly watching the arousal mounting in the tension of his muscles, in the hard swallow and the soft flick of his tongue afterward-God, that tongue, Jared could write odes about that tongue. He watches as Jensen’s eyes glaze over and he just fucking surrenders.
In Jared’s opinion, watching Jensen surrender is a bigger rush than fucking cliff diving. It’s in the way that Jensen just leans towards Jared, his body already begging for what his mind has yet to figure out. Jensen’s so damn proud but get a hand on his dick and he’ll be belly up in a matter of moments.
Jared’s hand is steady on Jensen’s crotch-fingers massaging through the rough denim, pushing under the seam to run up the toothed ridge of the zipper and then fanning out to explore the hard length pulsing under the fabric. Jensen sinks his teeth into his lower lip, just barely choking back a full-fledged moan into a tiny gasp and oh, fuck yeah. Jared could keep this up all day.
Except that he’s hard in his jeans, too, and fuck but he needs his dick inside Jensen as in yesterday. It’s all Jared can do to keep his free hand from grabbing himself or, worse yet, jumping above the table and popping into Jensen’s mouth for the whole restaurant to see, dim lighting or not. They might be a little corner and Jared’s fairly certain that no one here’s interested enough to try and make out what they might be doing but he’s certainly aware that they’re not alone, either, that there’s other people in this restaurant.
So’s Jensen, apparently, judging by the way he’s starting to hyperventilate. Jared’s well aware of this particular little kink of Jensen’s-had his eyes opened rather suddenly to it, you might say-and he knows that it’s got to be costing Jensen a lot to try and stay still, to try and not draw any attention. Jensen’s hips are already starting to give tiny, little jerks-half restrained movements that show just how much Jensen’s control is starting to slip. With a grin, Jared presses harder and leans in real close-just enough to whisper, “Relax, Jen.”
Jensen shivers and he kicks the table, making the plates clatter, while his hand comes down hard on Jared’s leg, fisting in Jared’s pants. He takes a shuddery breath that has Jared starting to throb and then skewers Jared with a desperate glance. “Restroom,” he hisses, already trying to shove Jared out of the booth.
Jared grins and shakes his head. Oh hell, no. He’s having too much fun where he’s at. Sure, moving this little scene to a more suitable locale might lead to all sorts of fun and interesting things but right now? He’s hard-pressed to think of anything hotter than Jensen trying not to lose it in front of a busy restaurant. He’s loving the way that Jensen’s starting to squirm, the way that even though Jensen’s finally managed to control his breathing, it’s still coming in little pants and there’s starting to be a whine on the end, the way that Jensen’s looking like this is the hottest thing he’s ever done, too.
It’s more than just a little intoxicating to have this kind of power and right now, Jared really wants Jensen to come. He wants nice, controlled Jensen, to just lose it in front of all these oblivious people. He strokes Jensen harder, faster, running along the entire length of Jensen’s dick, fingers curving around it as much as he’s able, and watches Jensen start to curl in on himself, biting his lip for control. Their waiter is due back any minute now, checking to see how they’re doing and fuck, but that’s exciting. Jared shifts in the seat, adjusting himself, as he briefly wonders if Jensen would be able to hold a normal conversation with the guy or if his desperation would show through. Jared wonders if the waiter would know-if he’d take one look at Jensen’s face and just be able to guess where Jared’s hand is and what it’s doing.
Jensen’s keeping his eyes screwed shut and his hands clenched-one in Jared’s jeans, the other on top of the table-his entire body starting to stretch to the breaking point and Jared gives him a little nuzzle under his ear, still under the guise of talking quietly. “You close, Jen?” he asks and Jensen’s whine is answer enough. Jared huffs a laugh. “You better be. You know that Todd’s going to be around soon, wanting to know if you’d like a refill on your water and what would he think if he saw you like this?”
“Fuck!” Jensen hisses. “Stop it!” He jerks his head to the side, trying to move away from Jared’s insinuating whispers.
“Think he’d know, Jen? Think he’d know how hard you are under the table? I bet he would-it’s written all over your face.”
“Christ-” Jensen shudders as he comes, his head tilting back towards Jared, seeking that little bit of stability as his world flips upside down.
There’s a spot directly beneath the hinge of Jensen’s jaw and it never fails to make him moan-it’s all Jared can do right now to reach over and lick that spot. He stares at Jensen’s wrecked face, instead, watching Jensen riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm while Jared’s entire body pulses in sympathy. Fuck but Jared wants to come.
“You fucker,” Jensen moans, his head lolling to rest against the back of the booth. His hand finally relaxes its death grip on Jared’s pants, falling away to rest limply at Jensen’s side.
“You liked it,” Jared shoots back, fast and quick, because his heart’s not really in it with his attention centered solely on his dick.
Jensen snorts and finally comes to enough to sit up straight and glance around to see if anyone noticed. No one’s looking their way, though, and Todd’s still nowhere to be seen. Jensen scrubs a hand through his hair and glances over at Jared, raising an eyebrow as Jared squirms. “Problems?” he asks silkily and fuck, Jared hopes he’s not going to regret getting Jensen off first. Jensen’s usually a great guy-generous and caring, but Jared knew that he could also be a colloso bastard if you gave him half a chance. Case in point is Jensen turning his attention back to his mostly eaten dinner instead of, say, Jared’s dick. Jared bites back a moan as Jensen pops a French fry into his mouth, sucking off the salt, because there is definitely something else he’d rather see Jensen wrapping his lips around.
“Restroom,” Jared mutters, trying to pull Jensen out of the booth with him. His dick is trying to convince him that he’s got about five minutes or he’s gonna die.
Jensen leans away, though, resisting the tugging. “No, I’m good, man. You go ahead, I’ll be right here.” With a grin, he eats another fry.
Jared groans, dropping his head as he contemplates his options. He is bigger than Jensen. So there is always the option of dragging him out, kicking and screaming. Not that he thought that Jensen would resort to that-the kicking, sure, but probably not the screaming. There are also the options of ignoring the situation-ha, like that is going to happen-or taking care of it himself (with Jensen’s hot mouth just a few feet away? He’d have to be crazy). Jared carefully weighs the pros and cons of each option before just deciding on ‘fuck it’ and leans in, his eyes narrowing as he sees how the motion makes Jensen’s breath quicken.
“Like hell you are,” he says. “You’ve got come drying inside your jeans. Now we could get you cleaned up or you can sit here while it cools-either way, I don’t care. I just know that I’m going to be fucking you sooner or later and I thought you’d like to do it behind a locked door rather than out here. How does that sound, Jensen?”
Jensen swallows, his eyes searching Jared’s face. “Jesus, Jay-”
“I’m going to go to the restroom and if you don’t follow me within five minutes, then I’m coming back out here and bending you over the table so Todd can watch you scream.” Which would probably get him arrested but judging by Jensen’s expression, he’s finding the idea of it just as hot as Jared is. Yeah, he knows that Jensen’s hooked. Jared straightens and gives Jensen a searing up and down before he turns and heads to the restrooms in the back.
He’s well aware of how crazy this is. He was well aware the first time that they did it. Doesn’t change the fact that last time had to have been one of the best damn orgasms of his life and, frankly, Jared had been fucking craving it. Dreaming about it, actually, if he was honest. Before he’d met Jensen, the thought had never even crossed his mind but now? Now it is definitely up there. Jared just hopes that the rest of the restaurant patrons, not to mention the staff don’t realize what he’s up to because he’s got to admit: he’s not exactly walking straight.
Jared turns the corner and hopes like Hell that Jensen’s following him as he enters the restroom, his shoes leaving the plush carpet to click on the checkered tile. Threats aside, they both know that he’d never have the guts to follow through and it’d be really disappointing to have to jerk himself off. At least the room’s clean, though. And mercifully empty. There’s three sinks that line the walls, all white counter top and smooth chrome fixtures. The urinals line the opposite wall and in the back are the stalls, the back corner of which Jared is pretty sure could comfortably fit two grown men. Hooray for wheelchairs.
He steps forward, glancing around the room, but he’s really done taking in the sights. His dick is making his pants way too fucking tight and Jared thrusts a hand down inside them. “Fuck,” he whispers.
“It hasn’t even been five minutes yet,” an amused voice says behind him and Jared turns his head to see Jensen’s laughing green eyes. “What, you couldn’t wait?”
“Don’t be a bastard,” Jared breathes and yanks his hand out of his pants to grab a hold of Jensen’s sports coat, using it to drag him into a kiss. Jared ducks his head and presses his lips to Jensen’s, coaxing Jensen’s mouth open and slipping in his tongue.
Jensen meets him with a soft sigh, tongue wrapping around Jared’s, and he goes easily as Jared starts walking them towards the back of the room. He raises a hand to catch Jared’s face, holding him steady as Jensen breaks the kiss. “Oh fuck yes,” Jensen whispers and pulls Jared into another liplock. Jared’s convinced that Jensen’s mouth ought to come with a Surgeon General’s warning or something-it’s that fucking addictive. He can’t ever get enough of kissing Jensen, always has to go back for another taste, and he’s just lucky that Jensen has a bit of an oral fixation.
Jared stumbles over his own feet and falls backward, crashing against the wall, but manages to remain upright. “Shit…”
Jensen laughs at him. “Klutz,” he says fondly and drags Jared the rest of the way into the stall.
Jared catches himself on the handrail, using it to regain his balance, and, recentered, he surges forward, shoving Jensen up against the opposite wall. Jensen groans, letting Jared press him into the wall and fuck yeah, that’s good. Jared braces himself against the wall, thrusting his tongue inside of Jensen, again, just like his dick so desperately wants to be.
And then Jensen’s sliding downward and Jared whines because no fucking way has he gotten enough yet, but Jensen just laughs at him again. “You’ll like this, I promise,” he whispers, falling to his knees in front of Jared. Jared closes his eyes and bangs a fist against the wall because Jensen wasn’t fucking kidding. Fuck, just the sight of him down there, staring back up at Jared has Jared just about ready to come. Jared groans and leans against the wall as he feels Jensen’s fingers pulling at his zipper.
“God, Jen…”
“Mmm…” Jensen says and then he’s got his mouth full because Jared’s dick is wrapped in sweet, wet heat and dear Lord. Jared takes a harsh breath but it’s not enough-not nearly enough-so he opens his mouth to drag in more air. He’s not going to last, doesn’t fucking want to, because Jensen’s just too damn good.
And God, the position. Jared opens his eyes again, determined to watch the whole thing because it’s just so incredibly rare to have Jensen on his knees like this. Jensen loves giving blowjobs-goes right along with that oral fixation thing-but he usually makes sure that Jared’s flat on his back first-helpless and completely at Jensen’s non-existent mercy. Something about the power trip or whatever-Jared’s never really cared enough to find out. He was getting blown and that’s always good enough for him-who was he to complain, really?
Jensen pulls off, giving little licks all the way down Jared’s shaft that have Jared shivering with each touch. Evil bastard. Something strokes Jared’s balls, caressing them, and he moans. “Yeah…” God, but it’s hard to be quiet… How the fuck had Jensen managed this out in the dining room? Jensen moves back up, returning to suck on Jared’s dick and Jared hits the wall again.
The click of shoes against the tile has them both tensing, Jared staring down at the top of Jensen’s head as Jensen freezes, mouth still wide around Jared’s dick. Fuck, Jared thinks. Fuck, fuck, fuck… The footsteps don’t come closer, though, ending after only a few seconds and then there’s the sound of the guy’s piss hitting the basin of the urinal. With any luck, he’ll think that he’s alone and won’t even notice the two pairs of legs in the back corner stall. Jensen flicks his eyes up to meet Jared’s and Jared shivers at the visual even as he tries to silently communicate ‘just be quiet and we’ll be fine.’
Jensen seems to misinterpret the message, though, because with an evil grin, he starts to suck again. Jared bites his lip in an effort to stay quiet and reaches a hand down to tug at Jensen’s hair, trying to pull him off. Bastard! Jensen’s not about to go-he merely tilts his head and swallows more of Jared’s dick. Jared’s jaw drops, trying to suck in air again, and his eyes slam closed. Oh fuck… Jensen’s mouth is so fucking warm and God, his lips are soft and perfect as they slide down Jared’s shaft. Jared’s furious tugging on Jensen’s hair turns into a soft caress, stroking the short spikes.
They’re so fucking going to get caught. Jared knows how absolutely useless he is at being quiet under normal circumstances. Fuck, they’re going to get caught!
There’s a sound of a zipper and then the sound of the footsteps walking away. The guy hits the restroom’s door, shoving it open and, hopefully, walking out. Jared swallows and glances down, meeting Jensen’s amused gaze again and comes, trying his best to choke back a scream.
Fucking A. Jared slams his fist against the wall again, his hips jerking as Jensen works hard to swallow every single bit. “Fuck, Jen…,” he hisses as he jerks through the aftershocks and tries to learn how to breath again.
Jensen gives his dick one last lick and then pushes away to stand up, rising up to nuzzle at Jared’s ear. “Feel better?” he teases, “Can I go finish my dinner now?” and Jared wraps him into a hug, ignoring his squeak of protest.
“It’s all your fault in the first place,” Jared mock growls.
“Me? What did I do?” Jared pulls back to frown at Jensen who blinks back at him with a perfect poker face of innocence. They stare at each other until Jensen cracks first, a smile flashing across his face before he breaks away to laugh at the floor. “Gonna sick your momma on me, Jay?”
Jared grimaces. Yeah fucking right. She’d blame him. Sometimes, Jared’s convinced that his mom likes Jensen better than she likes Jared. He smirks at Jensen. “No, but I do think it’s time we got out of here.”
Jensen nods, wincing as he shifts his stance. “Tell me about it. I feel gross.”
Jared yanks him in for one last kiss before they brave the main floor again. “All your fault.” It’s got to be because Jared never used to be into the whole public sex thing but now he’s already planning the next time.
“I’ve created a monster,” Jensen says and Jared grins because he thinks that Jensen would look absolutely gorgeous getting fucked in that little alley behind the coffee shop.