Ficlet: Inside My Head and other stories by Jensen Ackles. Jensen/Jared. NC-17.
for zinnydark. Icon by bittersweet_art Jensen/Jared. 600 words.
Inside My Head and other stories by Jensen Ackles
Every time Jared stretches his arms or scratches his stomach, his shirt pulling up to reveal a smooth curve of skin right above his hipbone, Jensen’s brain shuts down. He’s left standing there, dazed and openmouthed, his throat so dry he can hardly breathe.
Thankfully Jared is usually too busy talking to notice and by the time he pauses, either for some response from Jensen or just to breathe, his shirt is back where it belongs and Jensen can pretend to be a sane person again.
This time though Jared pauses with one arm stretched over his head and hell if Jensen can look away. God, just look at that tanned soft skin, so smooth and inviting. Jensen wants to reach out and touch it. Wants to run his fingertips down to the waistline of Jared’s jeans and hook his fingers in his belt. Wants to pull Jared closer and fall to his knees, and just lick. Lick the salt of Jared’s skin and then suck it into his mouth until there’s a bruise from his mouth. Wants to…
“Jensen?”
…push that shirt up, grab Jared by the hips and bury his face in Jared’s stomach, breathing in his warm spicy scent. Wants to nuzzle his nose in the golden treasure trail and follow it down to where it’s musky and warm and…
“Jensen, man, are you alright?”
Fuck, just unhook that belt and rip down the zipper and mouth Jared’s cock through the damp cotton boxers. Taste the precome through the thin fabric, just suck it right into his mouth like juice out of an orange. God, it would taste so good. Taste even better once he’s tugged the last hindrance down and has the real thing, that fucking huge cock pressing against his lips. And he’d open up, God he would, just let Jared slide that monster down his throat until he can’t breathe. Who needs to breathe when they have…
“Seriously, you’re looking kinda spaced there. You coming down with something?”
… the goddamn Padacock in their mouth? And he’d take it, fuck yeah. He’d let Jared hold his head still with those gorgeous big hands as he’d fuck his mouth. Fuck him until his eyes water and his ears sing from lack of oxygen and it would be so good. So goddamn good he’d be leaking in his pants, just soaking through his jeans so everyone would know the effect Jared fucking Padalecki has on him. Wouldn’t even need to touch him, not there. Jared’s long fingers grabbing him by the neck as he groans and shutters and floods his mouth with his salty come, that’s enough to send Jensen right...
“Jensen, you’re scaring me.”
One finger touches his shoulder. One warm touch. Oh God.
“Jesus, Jen! Are you sick? Where does it hurt? Talk to me, man. Is it serious?”
Jensen stares at Jared through hazy eyes, his breathing slowly evening out as his heart starts racing even faster. Yes, he thinks. It is serious. It is seriously horribly fucked up and I think… I think I might be about to ruin everything but I can’t… I can’t not do this.
“Jen?”
This is where he tells Jared exactly how he feels, exactly what he wants. This is where he says, ‘Jared, I’m gay. I want to suck your cock and then I want you to fuck me right over that couch over there. Or here on the floor, that’s good too. You game?’ This…
“Stomach,” he blurts out.
“Huh?”
“Stomach. Ow.”
Jared blinks. “Oh.”
“Bathroom,” Jensen mumbles and runs off.
So much for bravery.
fin
Ps. angstpuppy, yours insists on more and more words. Cheeky bugger. I'll try and finish it soon. Hopefully.