The Big Three-Ohhhhh
Title: The Big Three-Ohhhhh
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 for lots of boy touching
Word Count: 2035
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: Jared helps Jensen celebrate his 30th birthday.
A/N 1: This is a stand alone story and will not, I repeat, will not become part of another verse!
A/N 2: I know I'm a little late with posting this, but it took longer to edit and stuff than I anticipated. I wrote the first draft on his b-day, if that counts for anything.
Jensen woke up with a happy warmth spreading through his body. It took his sleep-fuzzy mind a moment to register why. He blinked slowly, focusing his attention on Jared, who was currently between his knees, sucking his dick almost lazily. Jensen brushed Jared’s bangs out of his eyes and smiled when Jared looked up at him. He wasn’t sure why, but he glanced at the clock. 6:33- the exact time he was born. Jared sucked harder, and Jensen moaned, thrusting into his perfect mouth, and came with a full-body shudder. Jared licked him clean, then crawled up the bed to sprawl on top of him, kissing him. He could taste himself on Jared’s tongue, and it should be gross but really wasn’t.
Jared hummed and broke away. “Happy birthday, Jen,” he whispered in his ear, nuzzling against his neck with a soft kiss.
“Thanks, Jay.” He ran his hand through Jared’s curls, settling down into the covers again. Birthdays were kinda a big deal to them, since they first got together on Jared’s birthday last year. After a very intense, very possessive, way too brief kiss in Jared’s kitchen while everyone else partied in the living room, after they stood staring at each other for a minute, breathing hard, with the same “What the fuck just happened?” look on their faces, it was impossible to deny their mutual attraction any longer. It was all Jensen could do not to hump him in front of everybody, to wait until they all left, and he still felt that same powerful draw now. It was more than that, yeah, more than just incredibly mind-blowing sex, though they never mentioned it. He was happy the way things were. And too scared about ruining it to say something to Jared. “You’re better to wake up to than my alarm clock,” he added, suddenly aware his mind had wandered somewhere else.
“I hope so. I’d be insulted if you didn’t think so.”
Jensen reached down and brought Jared’s mouth to his to prove to him just how much more he liked him than his alarm clock.
“That was one,” he said once they stopped to breathe.
“One what?” he asked, puzzled.
“One orgasm. I plan to give you 29 more of those in the next 24 hours.”
Jensen chuckled. “That’s a bit ambitious, don’t ya think?”
“Maybe, but I’m certainly gonna have fun trying.”
“I think this is going to be my best birthday,” he said. And not because of Jared’s goal, but because he got to spend the day with Jared, and he couldn’t think of any other place he’d rather be.
“Damn straight.”
Smiling, Jensen and rolled them over to straddle Jared’s thighs. “Ready to have a go at #2?”
Jared grinned, the big, dimpled, bright smile that never failed to make him feel better, and curled his hands around Jensen’s hips. He leaned down and bit gently on the tendon in Jared’s neck, felt the spike in his pulse against his tongue, felt his heart hammer in tandem with his own. He worked his way up to Jared’s mouth, kissing him open with slow licks of his tongue. He ground down onto Jared, and Jared rolled his hips up to meet him.
Pulling away, Jared lightly traced Jensen’s eyebrows, across his nose and over his cheekbones, ran a fingertip along his bottom lip. “God, Jen, you’re so beautiful. I think you keep getting better everyday.”
He swallowed at the look in Jared’s eyes, not wanting to read more into it than was really there. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Jared locked eyes with him, smiling softly, and rocked his hips again, and orgasm #2 was even better than the first one.
It wasn’t until around the fifth orgasm that they realized just how ambitious it was. They constantly got interrupted by people calling to wish Jensen happy birthday (regretfully and embarrassingly, by his parents, right in the middle of orgasm #4), by the UPS guy or the FedEx guy or the mailman bringing what seemed like truckloads of boxes and cards for him, and they had his “surprise” party later that evening.
“What did you get this time?” Jared asked, joining him in the kitchen where he’d set his latest present on the counter.
“Um, not sure. It kinda looks like a juicer.” He squinted, turning it around and trying in vain to read the French on the box.
“A juicer? Did you want a juicer?”
He shook his head, frowning slightly and shifting to rest his back against Jared’s chest. “It’s from my great aunt Grace. She’s a bit batty.”
“Uh, yeah.” He nudged Jensen with his elbow, then rested his chin on his shoulder. “I don’t think I want to turn 30, not if it means getting shit presents like this.”
“I couldn’t help noticing I haven’t gotten anything from you yet.”
“Are you kidding me? I spent all morning giving you your presents!”
Jensen snorted, but it broke into a moan when Jared slipped a hand past the waistband of his boxers and stroked the length of his dick once. “Jay,” he whimpered.
“We haven’t even made it a third of the way to 30 yet, Jen,” Jared told him, voice husky and rough in his ear.
Jensen groaned and mock-complained, “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Just because you’re old and can’t get it up that fast anymore…”
Well, he couldn’t let a challenge like that go unanswered, so he spun around and kissed Jared, hard and fast, then effectively shut him up by bending him over the kitchen table and hitting orgasm #6. He pressed his forehead between Jared’s shoulder blades, wrapped an arm around his chest and a hand around his dick, made Jared shudder and tremble and shout his name.
They showered together afterwards, which turned into a half hour make out session under the hot spray, a thorough exploration of each other’s mouths that left Jensen feeling drugged, his body pleasantly languid. Sex with Jared was always amazing, from fumbling, quick handjobs in their trailers to the slower, all-nighters, but sometimes they simply kissed for hours, and Jensen loved that just as much. They did manage to get clean, though, hastily washing their hair and soaping up. It didn’t matter if rinsing each other off sparked even more kissing. It was his party. Jensen could show up late if he wanted to.
They climbed out of the shower and dried off, kissing every few seconds. Jared eventually wandered off to get dressed for the party, but Jensen wrapped a towel around his waist and stayed in the bathroom to shave and brush his teeth. Steam covered the mirror, and he used a towel to clear a spot. Studying his reflection, he tried to see if anything was different, but he seemed the same as yesterday. He certainly didn’t feel any different, except he was happier now than he’d ever been at 20 or 25 or this time last year. Shaking his head with a small smile, he grabbed his shaving cream and razor.
“Jen! You done in there yet?” Jared yelled from the bedroom.
“Getting there!” he called back.
“Still naked?” he asked, hope evident in his voice.
“Yeah.”
He barely had time to grunt in surprise as Jared walked back in, tugged the towel off his hips, sank to his knees, and gave him a fucking awesome blowjob while he brushed his teeth. Jensen nearly choked on the toothpaste in his mouth when he came, but Jared swallowed like a pro.
“Remember, act shocked and overjoyed,” Jared said for the tenth time on the way to the restaurant.
“Dude, I know,” he replied, slightly exasperated.
“And please don’t tell anyone I’m the one that let it slip.”
Jensen snorted. “Jay, everyone knows you’re a loudmouth. They’ll figure it out.”
“Hey!” he exclaimed, his hands tightening on the wheel.
“I like that you’re a loudmouth,” he said, then leaned over to kiss the pout off Jared’s face.
“I didn’t mean to tell you, Jen.”
“I know. It’s not a big deal. I’m kinda glad, actually.”
“Sure?”
“Yeah. It’s all right, Jay, honestly.”
“Okay.”
Jared visibly relaxed after that, rubbing his fingertips over the inseam of Jensen’s jeans and smiling.
He pulled off shocked and overjoyed extremely well, even if he did say so himself. And it was one hell of a party, taking over pretty much the whole restaurant with the loud conversations and craziness brought on by too much alcohol. Jensen endured jibes about his advancing age and dozens of gag gifts, but it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, as bad as he feared it would be, mainly because Jared stayed with him the entire time. And since they stopped hiding their relationship a couple months ago, when it all got to be too much, he could back Jared into a corner and tongue-fuck him stupid, and no one batted an eye. There were catcalls and wolf whistles, however. Jensen just grinned and dove back in, hands curling around Jared’s biceps, tongues curling against each other.
They drank too much and ate cake (thankfully not in the shape of a tombstone or something like he’d imagined- it would’ve been just like Chris to do that) and when he wasn’t busy kissing he Jared, he worked the room. As good as it was, though, he really wanted to get Jared alone. They left as soon as they could, sometime around midnight, Jared pushing him out the door and announcing, “I’ve gotta get the old man home and into bed!”
“Right, to fuck him blind!” someone yelled from the back.
“Better get the Viagra!” someone else added.
Jensen flipped them off, but Jared grinned and winked.
When they got home, they stumbled through the house, banging into walls and tables, not willing to stop kissing and pay attention to anything but each other. Jensen licked a path along Jared’s jaw and down his neck, tongue scraping over stubble. Jared unbuttoned Jensen’s shirt, sucking his own marks into the sensitive skin below his ear. He took off Jared’s ridiculous Texas belt and unfastened his jeans, sweeping his thumbs across his stomach and hipbones. Shivering from the light touch, Jared brought their mouths back together for a fierce and messy kiss.
They had this tendency to become completely uncoordinated and klutzy when this desperate need overtook them. Which was why Jensen got his hands stuck in the cuffs of his shirt, why Jared almost faceplanted into the carpet of the hallway after tripping on a stray shoe, why Jared elbowed him in the chin taking off his shirt. But once they were naked and Jared gently pushed him onto the bed, it worked itself out, just like it always did.
Jared fucked him slow and easy, hand sliding steadily along his dick, lips whispering promises into his heated skin. Jensen buried his hands in Jared’s hair, massaging his scalp, a soft litany of filthy curses falling from his lips. Heart thundering in his ears, he tightened his legs around Jared’s and lifted his hips slightly, changing the angle of Jared’s strokes. And that was all they needed. Jared swore, low and dirty, and thrust once more. Jensen wasn’t far behind.
Jared collapsed onto the bed beside Jensen, rolling onto his side and throwing an arm around his waist. Jensen sighed and curled against Jared. He was sticky with come, completely fucked-out and dead tired, but none of that mattered. He felt his eyes start to droop and shifted closer to Jared, hooking an ankle around his.
Before they fell asleep, Jared kissed his shoulder and mentioned quietly, “We didn’t make it to 30.”
“That’s okay. Let’s save some for next year,” Jensen replied, fingers tripping over the bumps of Jared’s spine.
“Yeah?”
He didn’t miss the waver in Jared’s voice or the hitch in his breathing. It was such a small thing, one tiny sentence, but it was as close as they’d gotten to “I love you” or admitting they wanted this thing for the long haul.
“Yeah,” he murmured.
Jared grinned and kissed him, slow and deep. Perfect.
30? Best birthday so far, but he knew they’d only get better.
A prequel, If You Can't Stand the Heat
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 for lots of boy touching
Word Count: 2035
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: Jared helps Jensen celebrate his 30th birthday.
A/N 1: This is a stand alone story and will not, I repeat, will not become part of another verse!
A/N 2: I know I'm a little late with posting this, but it took longer to edit and stuff than I anticipated. I wrote the first draft on his b-day, if that counts for anything.
Jensen woke up with a happy warmth spreading through his body. It took his sleep-fuzzy mind a moment to register why. He blinked slowly, focusing his attention on Jared, who was currently between his knees, sucking his dick almost lazily. Jensen brushed Jared’s bangs out of his eyes and smiled when Jared looked up at him. He wasn’t sure why, but he glanced at the clock. 6:33- the exact time he was born. Jared sucked harder, and Jensen moaned, thrusting into his perfect mouth, and came with a full-body shudder. Jared licked him clean, then crawled up the bed to sprawl on top of him, kissing him. He could taste himself on Jared’s tongue, and it should be gross but really wasn’t.
Jared hummed and broke away. “Happy birthday, Jen,” he whispered in his ear, nuzzling against his neck with a soft kiss.
“Thanks, Jay.” He ran his hand through Jared’s curls, settling down into the covers again. Birthdays were kinda a big deal to them, since they first got together on Jared’s birthday last year. After a very intense, very possessive, way too brief kiss in Jared’s kitchen while everyone else partied in the living room, after they stood staring at each other for a minute, breathing hard, with the same “What the fuck just happened?” look on their faces, it was impossible to deny their mutual attraction any longer. It was all Jensen could do not to hump him in front of everybody, to wait until they all left, and he still felt that same powerful draw now. It was more than that, yeah, more than just incredibly mind-blowing sex, though they never mentioned it. He was happy the way things were. And too scared about ruining it to say something to Jared. “You’re better to wake up to than my alarm clock,” he added, suddenly aware his mind had wandered somewhere else.
“I hope so. I’d be insulted if you didn’t think so.”
Jensen reached down and brought Jared’s mouth to his to prove to him just how much more he liked him than his alarm clock.
“That was one,” he said once they stopped to breathe.
“One what?” he asked, puzzled.
“One orgasm. I plan to give you 29 more of those in the next 24 hours.”
Jensen chuckled. “That’s a bit ambitious, don’t ya think?”
“Maybe, but I’m certainly gonna have fun trying.”
“I think this is going to be my best birthday,” he said. And not because of Jared’s goal, but because he got to spend the day with Jared, and he couldn’t think of any other place he’d rather be.
“Damn straight.”
Smiling, Jensen and rolled them over to straddle Jared’s thighs. “Ready to have a go at #2?”
Jared grinned, the big, dimpled, bright smile that never failed to make him feel better, and curled his hands around Jensen’s hips. He leaned down and bit gently on the tendon in Jared’s neck, felt the spike in his pulse against his tongue, felt his heart hammer in tandem with his own. He worked his way up to Jared’s mouth, kissing him open with slow licks of his tongue. He ground down onto Jared, and Jared rolled his hips up to meet him.
Pulling away, Jared lightly traced Jensen’s eyebrows, across his nose and over his cheekbones, ran a fingertip along his bottom lip. “God, Jen, you’re so beautiful. I think you keep getting better everyday.”
He swallowed at the look in Jared’s eyes, not wanting to read more into it than was really there. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Jared locked eyes with him, smiling softly, and rocked his hips again, and orgasm #2 was even better than the first one.
It wasn’t until around the fifth orgasm that they realized just how ambitious it was. They constantly got interrupted by people calling to wish Jensen happy birthday (regretfully and embarrassingly, by his parents, right in the middle of orgasm #4), by the UPS guy or the FedEx guy or the mailman bringing what seemed like truckloads of boxes and cards for him, and they had his “surprise” party later that evening.
“What did you get this time?” Jared asked, joining him in the kitchen where he’d set his latest present on the counter.
“Um, not sure. It kinda looks like a juicer.” He squinted, turning it around and trying in vain to read the French on the box.
“A juicer? Did you want a juicer?”
He shook his head, frowning slightly and shifting to rest his back against Jared’s chest. “It’s from my great aunt Grace. She’s a bit batty.”
“Uh, yeah.” He nudged Jensen with his elbow, then rested his chin on his shoulder. “I don’t think I want to turn 30, not if it means getting shit presents like this.”
“I couldn’t help noticing I haven’t gotten anything from you yet.”
“Are you kidding me? I spent all morning giving you your presents!”
Jensen snorted, but it broke into a moan when Jared slipped a hand past the waistband of his boxers and stroked the length of his dick once. “Jay,” he whimpered.
“We haven’t even made it a third of the way to 30 yet, Jen,” Jared told him, voice husky and rough in his ear.
Jensen groaned and mock-complained, “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Just because you’re old and can’t get it up that fast anymore…”
Well, he couldn’t let a challenge like that go unanswered, so he spun around and kissed Jared, hard and fast, then effectively shut him up by bending him over the kitchen table and hitting orgasm #6. He pressed his forehead between Jared’s shoulder blades, wrapped an arm around his chest and a hand around his dick, made Jared shudder and tremble and shout his name.
They showered together afterwards, which turned into a half hour make out session under the hot spray, a thorough exploration of each other’s mouths that left Jensen feeling drugged, his body pleasantly languid. Sex with Jared was always amazing, from fumbling, quick handjobs in their trailers to the slower, all-nighters, but sometimes they simply kissed for hours, and Jensen loved that just as much. They did manage to get clean, though, hastily washing their hair and soaping up. It didn’t matter if rinsing each other off sparked even more kissing. It was his party. Jensen could show up late if he wanted to.
They climbed out of the shower and dried off, kissing every few seconds. Jared eventually wandered off to get dressed for the party, but Jensen wrapped a towel around his waist and stayed in the bathroom to shave and brush his teeth. Steam covered the mirror, and he used a towel to clear a spot. Studying his reflection, he tried to see if anything was different, but he seemed the same as yesterday. He certainly didn’t feel any different, except he was happier now than he’d ever been at 20 or 25 or this time last year. Shaking his head with a small smile, he grabbed his shaving cream and razor.
“Jen! You done in there yet?” Jared yelled from the bedroom.
“Getting there!” he called back.
“Still naked?” he asked, hope evident in his voice.
“Yeah.”
He barely had time to grunt in surprise as Jared walked back in, tugged the towel off his hips, sank to his knees, and gave him a fucking awesome blowjob while he brushed his teeth. Jensen nearly choked on the toothpaste in his mouth when he came, but Jared swallowed like a pro.
“Remember, act shocked and overjoyed,” Jared said for the tenth time on the way to the restaurant.
“Dude, I know,” he replied, slightly exasperated.
“And please don’t tell anyone I’m the one that let it slip.”
Jensen snorted. “Jay, everyone knows you’re a loudmouth. They’ll figure it out.”
“Hey!” he exclaimed, his hands tightening on the wheel.
“I like that you’re a loudmouth,” he said, then leaned over to kiss the pout off Jared’s face.
“I didn’t mean to tell you, Jen.”
“I know. It’s not a big deal. I’m kinda glad, actually.”
“Sure?”
“Yeah. It’s all right, Jay, honestly.”
“Okay.”
Jared visibly relaxed after that, rubbing his fingertips over the inseam of Jensen’s jeans and smiling.
He pulled off shocked and overjoyed extremely well, even if he did say so himself. And it was one hell of a party, taking over pretty much the whole restaurant with the loud conversations and craziness brought on by too much alcohol. Jensen endured jibes about his advancing age and dozens of gag gifts, but it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, as bad as he feared it would be, mainly because Jared stayed with him the entire time. And since they stopped hiding their relationship a couple months ago, when it all got to be too much, he could back Jared into a corner and tongue-fuck him stupid, and no one batted an eye. There were catcalls and wolf whistles, however. Jensen just grinned and dove back in, hands curling around Jared’s biceps, tongues curling against each other.
They drank too much and ate cake (thankfully not in the shape of a tombstone or something like he’d imagined- it would’ve been just like Chris to do that) and when he wasn’t busy kissing he Jared, he worked the room. As good as it was, though, he really wanted to get Jared alone. They left as soon as they could, sometime around midnight, Jared pushing him out the door and announcing, “I’ve gotta get the old man home and into bed!”
“Right, to fuck him blind!” someone yelled from the back.
“Better get the Viagra!” someone else added.
Jensen flipped them off, but Jared grinned and winked.
When they got home, they stumbled through the house, banging into walls and tables, not willing to stop kissing and pay attention to anything but each other. Jensen licked a path along Jared’s jaw and down his neck, tongue scraping over stubble. Jared unbuttoned Jensen’s shirt, sucking his own marks into the sensitive skin below his ear. He took off Jared’s ridiculous Texas belt and unfastened his jeans, sweeping his thumbs across his stomach and hipbones. Shivering from the light touch, Jared brought their mouths back together for a fierce and messy kiss.
They had this tendency to become completely uncoordinated and klutzy when this desperate need overtook them. Which was why Jensen got his hands stuck in the cuffs of his shirt, why Jared almost faceplanted into the carpet of the hallway after tripping on a stray shoe, why Jared elbowed him in the chin taking off his shirt. But once they were naked and Jared gently pushed him onto the bed, it worked itself out, just like it always did.
Jared fucked him slow and easy, hand sliding steadily along his dick, lips whispering promises into his heated skin. Jensen buried his hands in Jared’s hair, massaging his scalp, a soft litany of filthy curses falling from his lips. Heart thundering in his ears, he tightened his legs around Jared’s and lifted his hips slightly, changing the angle of Jared’s strokes. And that was all they needed. Jared swore, low and dirty, and thrust once more. Jensen wasn’t far behind.
Jared collapsed onto the bed beside Jensen, rolling onto his side and throwing an arm around his waist. Jensen sighed and curled against Jared. He was sticky with come, completely fucked-out and dead tired, but none of that mattered. He felt his eyes start to droop and shifted closer to Jared, hooking an ankle around his.
Before they fell asleep, Jared kissed his shoulder and mentioned quietly, “We didn’t make it to 30.”
“That’s okay. Let’s save some for next year,” Jensen replied, fingers tripping over the bumps of Jared’s spine.
“Yeah?”
He didn’t miss the waver in Jared’s voice or the hitch in his breathing. It was such a small thing, one tiny sentence, but it was as close as they’d gotten to “I love you” or admitting they wanted this thing for the long haul.
“Yeah,” he murmured.
Jared grinned and kissed him, slow and deep. Perfect.
30? Best birthday so far, but he knew they’d only get better.
A prequel, If You Can't Stand the Heat