Jared and Jensen Get It On!
Jared and Jensen Get It On 1/?
Title: Bite
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R for swearing and boy touching
Word Count: 1600
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 wakes up sore, hungover, and naked and soon discovers he's not alone.
A/N 1: For
rain388 again, for whining and encouraging me and agreeing that this is HOT.
A/N 2: Thanks also to
rain388 for suggesting the title of this verse (Bloody hell! I wrote a J2 verse!).
A/N 3: Apparently, I underestimated Rain's powers of persuasion, since I not only wrote more J2, I wrote J2 porn. *facepalm*
Jared woke up in the morning sore all over and more than a little hungover. He repressed a groan and squeezed his eyes shut tight, keeping out the blinding sunlight streaming in his windows. He rolled out of bed, holding in another groan, and fumbled his way to the bathroom. He didn’t bother with the light, just wanted to get a shower and feel a little more human and less like steamrolled road kill. He was pretty sure something furry and gross died on his tongue last night and Jesus, why do I hurt so fucking much?
The water felt amazing on the back of his shoulders. Moaning, he tipped his head back and just stood there for a few minutes, letting the spray wash away some of his hangover. He’d promise himself never to drink again if it would do any good, but he knew from experience that it was pointless and he’d break the first time Jensen said hey, beer later? He rinsed the fuzzy taste out of his mouth and reached behind him for the soap. And bit back a loud curse when his shoulder pulled painfully. Goddamn motherfucking…
What the hell happened last night? And why the hell couldn’t he remember? He hadn’t been that drunk in a really long time, and that night unfortunately ended in him dancing like a newborn colt on acid (and even more unfortunately, video of it all over fucking youtube). He really didn’t want to think of the crazy shit he might’ve done, and he really didn’t want to hear about it from Jen or Mike or Tom. They’d never let him forget it. Shit.
He forced it to the back of his mind for now and finished his shower, though that hardly eased his worries, since he found bruises and scrapes all over- like the inside of his thigh, for chrissakes!- and he so didn’t want to think about that for too long. He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He brushed his teeth, further dispelling the hangover taste in his mouth, then headed back into the bedroom to get some clothes. Clothes were good. Clothes would make all this shit go away, and who the fuck cared if that made no logical sense whatsoever?
He had one leg in a pair of his favorite jeans when he heard someone mumble from the middle of the bed, “What time’s it?” A deep, low, sleepy-rough rumble that sounded a lot like-
“Jensen?” His still-closed eyes flew open as the mound on the bed shifted, revealing Jensen’s head, messy bed hair sticking up in a dozen different spikes.
“Jay? What time’s it?” he asked again, shrugging the covers off his bare shoulders and stretching.
Jared gaped at him, and if he fell over trying to get his other leg in his pants, the universe would just have to forgive him, because not only were Jensen’s shoulders bare, but so was the rest of him. Right down to his bare ass. And holy shit, was that a bite mark on his left ass cheek? And holy shit, why did a possessive streak race through him suddenly, making him want to put a matching mark on the other side?
“Yo, earth to Jared!”
He expected him to answer? With a refrain of fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK playing in Jared’s head?
“Uh,” he squeaked, then wished the floor would open up and swallow him. Now.
Jensen rolled over onto his back and stretched again, and Jared’s eyes just about popped out of his head. Jesus Christ, did they try to eat each other last night? More bite marks on Jen’s chest and when he let his gaze wander down farther, a rather spectacular hickey along his hipbone. And, God, he really, so wanted to climb onto the bed and inspect Jen’s entire body for more and maybe create some new ones. A wave of dizziness washed over him at that thought, and he needed to sit down, only he already was sitting, one pant leg still half on. Christ.
It wasn’t like he never thought about it before, about laying Jensen out and discovering what he tasted like, but there was a big difference between a brief, alcohol-induced, half-formed desire and actually having Jensen naked in his bed. Especially when he still didn’t remember a fucking thing.
“Uh, Jared?” Jensen asked hesitantly, and Jared glanced up at him in time to see him swallow roughly, watched helplessly as his Adam’s apple bobbed and his chest heaved. “We, uh, didn’t-” He trailed off, eyes going so round only the pupil and a thin ring of green were visible. “Holy fuck,” he breathed.
Jared found his voice finally. “Jen, I’m sorry. Oh, fuck, that’s not what I mean. I, fuck!” Scrubbing a hand over his face, he sat up on his knees, ignoring the jeans tangled around his feet. “Jen, I-”
“Jay, just shut up, okay?” he said, his voice a little strangled, but Jared detected the hint of a smile. “Just shut up,” he repeated, then crawled across the bed toward Jared. Stalked, more like it, with a predatory look Jared’d never seen before.
“Jen.” His palms felt sweaty, he felt torn between wanting to back up a step and lurch forward, and in the end, Jensen solved the problem for him by curling his hands around Jared’s biceps and yanking him onto the bed. He expected it, but when the kiss finally came, it took him completely by surprise with its gentleness. Considering all the marks they carried from each other, last night had been kinda brutal, but now, this was…different. Soft, slow, careful licks of Jensen’s tongue, gentle nips at Jared’s bottom lip, and ohfuck could Jensen kiss. Jared melted into him, they melted into each other, and the next thing Jared knew, he’d kicked off his jeans and Jensen was above him, straddling his hips and sucking a bruise into his collarbone.
“Jen, just, fuck, hang on. Wait, fuck!” His head hit the mattress with a dull thump as Jensen licked a path down his neck to his chest. He stopped, though, looking up at him expectantly through his impossibly long eyelashes. And when had Jared started noticing Jen’s eyelashes? Or wanting to play connect-the-dots with his freckles? And were his freckles really dusted all over his body like it seemed? “Jesus, Jen, I just want-” Only he had no idea how to finish that sentence, because there was so much he wanted, and he couldn’t articulate it all.
“Yeah, me, too, Jared,” he murmured, and Jared seriously couldn’t resist that look on his face, so he combed a hand into the short hairs at the back of his head and kissed him again, slow and deep, then flipped them over. Maybe with too much gusto, since he kneed Jen in the ribs and almost took out his eye with an elbow.
“Oh, God, sorry! Sorry! Jesus, this is-” pathetic, he finished in his head. Suddenly all those bruises and his sore muscles made a hell of a lot more sense. If they were this uncoordinated now, it would’ve been ten times worse while drunk.
“Jared, it’s okay.” He smiled and rested his hand over Jared’s racing heart. “I’m fine, Jay.”
Huffing out a breath, he buried his head in Jen’s neck and mumbled, “Sorry.” They might need copious amounts of alcohol to get this done, and that just really sucked. Speaking of sucking, Jensen was currently tonguing his ear and working a thigh between his, and, yeah, that was fucking awesome.
“Christ, Jared, you’re over-thinking this.” His lips brushed against Jared’s skin in a tantalizing caress with every word. “Turn your brain off for once and fucking kiss me.”
That sounded like the best idea either of them ever had, so he did as requested, not so gentle this time, though, but hungrier, more hurried, more tongue and teeth and wet heat. Jensen had a fucking amazing mouth, and Jared was perfectly content to just kiss him for hours, till Jensen rolled his hips against his and other things became much more interesting. He was hard enough to poke a hole through the mattress, so was Jensen, and it only took a few thrusts of their hips and strokes of their hands before they moaned harshly into each other’s mouths and came together.
It felt like weeks later when Jared finally gathered the energy to move and slid to the side, his face half-buried in the pillow and half in a spot just below Jensen’s ear. His blood thundered through his veins, and if he ever breathed properly again, it would be a fucking miracle.
“Holy fucking Jesus,” Jensen groaned, and the fucked-out rasp of his voice got Jared impossibly hard once more. They barely touched each other last time (the last time he remembered, anyway), and Jared planned to remedy that little fact right the fuck now. He assumed Jensen agreed with this plan, since he practically shouted the roof down when Jared wrapped a hand around him and started jerking him slowly. Of course, he nearly bit his own tongue off when Jensen returned the favor, and everything went white for a few minutes.
He totally lost the power of speech after that one, except maybe some scraped raw curses. Jensen chuckled, then ran his teeth along his throat, and hell if that didn’t get him twitchy. After more sloppy, wet kisses, they fell asleep and woke up later that evening to do it all over again.
part 2, Suck.
Title: Bite
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R for swearing and boy touching
Word Count: 1600
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 wakes up sore, hungover, and naked and soon discovers he's not alone.
A/N 1: For
rain388 again, for whining and encouraging me and agreeing that this is HOT.
A/N 2: Thanks also to
rain388 for suggesting the title of this verse (Bloody hell! I wrote a J2 verse!).
A/N 3: Apparently, I underestimated Rain's powers of persuasion, since I not only wrote more J2, I wrote J2 porn. *facepalm*
Jared woke up in the morning sore all over and more than a little hungover. He repressed a groan and squeezed his eyes shut tight, keeping out the blinding sunlight streaming in his windows. He rolled out of bed, holding in another groan, and fumbled his way to the bathroom. He didn’t bother with the light, just wanted to get a shower and feel a little more human and less like steamrolled road kill. He was pretty sure something furry and gross died on his tongue last night and Jesus, why do I hurt so fucking much?
The water felt amazing on the back of his shoulders. Moaning, he tipped his head back and just stood there for a few minutes, letting the spray wash away some of his hangover. He’d promise himself never to drink again if it would do any good, but he knew from experience that it was pointless and he’d break the first time Jensen said hey, beer later? He rinsed the fuzzy taste out of his mouth and reached behind him for the soap. And bit back a loud curse when his shoulder pulled painfully. Goddamn motherfucking…
What the hell happened last night? And why the hell couldn’t he remember? He hadn’t been that drunk in a really long time, and that night unfortunately ended in him dancing like a newborn colt on acid (and even more unfortunately, video of it all over fucking youtube). He really didn’t want to think of the crazy shit he might’ve done, and he really didn’t want to hear about it from Jen or Mike or Tom. They’d never let him forget it. Shit.
He forced it to the back of his mind for now and finished his shower, though that hardly eased his worries, since he found bruises and scrapes all over- like the inside of his thigh, for chrissakes!- and he so didn’t want to think about that for too long. He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He brushed his teeth, further dispelling the hangover taste in his mouth, then headed back into the bedroom to get some clothes. Clothes were good. Clothes would make all this shit go away, and who the fuck cared if that made no logical sense whatsoever?
He had one leg in a pair of his favorite jeans when he heard someone mumble from the middle of the bed, “What time’s it?” A deep, low, sleepy-rough rumble that sounded a lot like-
“Jensen?” His still-closed eyes flew open as the mound on the bed shifted, revealing Jensen’s head, messy bed hair sticking up in a dozen different spikes.
“Jay? What time’s it?” he asked again, shrugging the covers off his bare shoulders and stretching.
Jared gaped at him, and if he fell over trying to get his other leg in his pants, the universe would just have to forgive him, because not only were Jensen’s shoulders bare, but so was the rest of him. Right down to his bare ass. And holy shit, was that a bite mark on his left ass cheek? And holy shit, why did a possessive streak race through him suddenly, making him want to put a matching mark on the other side?
“Yo, earth to Jared!”
He expected him to answer? With a refrain of fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK playing in Jared’s head?
“Uh,” he squeaked, then wished the floor would open up and swallow him. Now.
Jensen rolled over onto his back and stretched again, and Jared’s eyes just about popped out of his head. Jesus Christ, did they try to eat each other last night? More bite marks on Jen’s chest and when he let his gaze wander down farther, a rather spectacular hickey along his hipbone. And, God, he really, so wanted to climb onto the bed and inspect Jen’s entire body for more and maybe create some new ones. A wave of dizziness washed over him at that thought, and he needed to sit down, only he already was sitting, one pant leg still half on. Christ.
It wasn’t like he never thought about it before, about laying Jensen out and discovering what he tasted like, but there was a big difference between a brief, alcohol-induced, half-formed desire and actually having Jensen naked in his bed. Especially when he still didn’t remember a fucking thing.
“Uh, Jared?” Jensen asked hesitantly, and Jared glanced up at him in time to see him swallow roughly, watched helplessly as his Adam’s apple bobbed and his chest heaved. “We, uh, didn’t-” He trailed off, eyes going so round only the pupil and a thin ring of green were visible. “Holy fuck,” he breathed.
Jared found his voice finally. “Jen, I’m sorry. Oh, fuck, that’s not what I mean. I, fuck!” Scrubbing a hand over his face, he sat up on his knees, ignoring the jeans tangled around his feet. “Jen, I-”
“Jay, just shut up, okay?” he said, his voice a little strangled, but Jared detected the hint of a smile. “Just shut up,” he repeated, then crawled across the bed toward Jared. Stalked, more like it, with a predatory look Jared’d never seen before.
“Jen.” His palms felt sweaty, he felt torn between wanting to back up a step and lurch forward, and in the end, Jensen solved the problem for him by curling his hands around Jared’s biceps and yanking him onto the bed. He expected it, but when the kiss finally came, it took him completely by surprise with its gentleness. Considering all the marks they carried from each other, last night had been kinda brutal, but now, this was…different. Soft, slow, careful licks of Jensen’s tongue, gentle nips at Jared’s bottom lip, and ohfuck could Jensen kiss. Jared melted into him, they melted into each other, and the next thing Jared knew, he’d kicked off his jeans and Jensen was above him, straddling his hips and sucking a bruise into his collarbone.
“Jen, just, fuck, hang on. Wait, fuck!” His head hit the mattress with a dull thump as Jensen licked a path down his neck to his chest. He stopped, though, looking up at him expectantly through his impossibly long eyelashes. And when had Jared started noticing Jen’s eyelashes? Or wanting to play connect-the-dots with his freckles? And were his freckles really dusted all over his body like it seemed? “Jesus, Jen, I just want-” Only he had no idea how to finish that sentence, because there was so much he wanted, and he couldn’t articulate it all.
“Yeah, me, too, Jared,” he murmured, and Jared seriously couldn’t resist that look on his face, so he combed a hand into the short hairs at the back of his head and kissed him again, slow and deep, then flipped them over. Maybe with too much gusto, since he kneed Jen in the ribs and almost took out his eye with an elbow.
“Oh, God, sorry! Sorry! Jesus, this is-” pathetic, he finished in his head. Suddenly all those bruises and his sore muscles made a hell of a lot more sense. If they were this uncoordinated now, it would’ve been ten times worse while drunk.
“Jared, it’s okay.” He smiled and rested his hand over Jared’s racing heart. “I’m fine, Jay.”
Huffing out a breath, he buried his head in Jen’s neck and mumbled, “Sorry.” They might need copious amounts of alcohol to get this done, and that just really sucked. Speaking of sucking, Jensen was currently tonguing his ear and working a thigh between his, and, yeah, that was fucking awesome.
“Christ, Jared, you’re over-thinking this.” His lips brushed against Jared’s skin in a tantalizing caress with every word. “Turn your brain off for once and fucking kiss me.”
That sounded like the best idea either of them ever had, so he did as requested, not so gentle this time, though, but hungrier, more hurried, more tongue and teeth and wet heat. Jensen had a fucking amazing mouth, and Jared was perfectly content to just kiss him for hours, till Jensen rolled his hips against his and other things became much more interesting. He was hard enough to poke a hole through the mattress, so was Jensen, and it only took a few thrusts of their hips and strokes of their hands before they moaned harshly into each other’s mouths and came together.
It felt like weeks later when Jared finally gathered the energy to move and slid to the side, his face half-buried in the pillow and half in a spot just below Jensen’s ear. His blood thundered through his veins, and if he ever breathed properly again, it would be a fucking miracle.
“Holy fucking Jesus,” Jensen groaned, and the fucked-out rasp of his voice got Jared impossibly hard once more. They barely touched each other last time (the last time he remembered, anyway), and Jared planned to remedy that little fact right the fuck now. He assumed Jensen agreed with this plan, since he practically shouted the roof down when Jared wrapped a hand around him and started jerking him slowly. Of course, he nearly bit his own tongue off when Jensen returned the favor, and everything went white for a few minutes.
He totally lost the power of speech after that one, except maybe some scraped raw curses. Jensen chuckled, then ran his teeth along his throat, and hell if that didn’t get him twitchy. After more sloppy, wet kisses, they fell asleep and woke up later that evening to do it all over again.
part 2, Suck.