Dressing And Cranberry Sauce (Jensen/Jared) NC-17
Title: Dressing and Cranberry Sauce
Author: fricky-writer22 -Mandy
Single or Verse: Single
Rating: NC-17 (blow-jobs qualify as NC-17, right??? Heh)
Fandom: CWRPS
Pairing: Jensen/Jared, J2, Padackles, Smeckles/Jarhead, Paddywack/Ackleass- I’ll stop now
Word Count: 1160
Disclaimer: This is pure fiction, Jensen and Jared are not really lovers and they‘re not having lots of phenomenally hot buttsex. Damn.
Summary: Jensen's never going back to the can stuff...
Warnings: It’s schmut- schmoopy smut. Maybe a blow-job and creative uses of cranberry sauce.
Feedback: You know how much Jared loves candy and Jenny? Well, that’s how much I love getting feedback :D
Betas: None- didn’t have time to get this betad in time to make it for the holiday (I ALMOST made it too...damnit). So any mistakes are mine and mine alone- feel free to punish me as you see fit *wink wink*
“You do know they make that stuff in a can, right? You just pop it out, slice it up, and you’re good to go.” Jensen asked, leaning his hip against the counter as he watched Jared scrape the zest, or what-ever-the-fuck you call it, off an orange.
Jared huffed, rolling his eyes as he placed the orange zest into the simmering pot on the stove. He did the same with the lemon and then turned to send a pointed look at Jensen, “Trust me, Jen, once you try my homemade cranberry sauce you’ll never go back to the can stuff.” Jared was proud of the fact that he could cook something for Jensen. The turkey had been a gift from Eric and had been delivered already cooked to their apartment. He’d only had to heat it up and the dressing had been courtesy of craft service. He wanted to make some contribution to their first Thanksgiving together and Jensen was teasing the hell out of him for it.
He’d gotten the recipe from his mom when he called his family to wish them a happy Thanksgiving. She’d ohh’d and aww’d over her “baby boy” cooking for “that cutie-pie boyfriend” of his. He was still blushing over it. Moms.
Jensen jumped, startled as the cranberries started to pop. Jared smiled to himself as he watching Jensen trying to act like he wasn’t impressed. He knew once Jensen tasted the sauce for himself that it’d more than make up for all his witty remarks.
“I would have been just as happy with the canned sauce, Jare. You didn’t have to do this.”
Jared just smiled, “Maybe I wanted to, Jensen. Now, open up.” Jared held the spoon over his hand and blew, cooling the hot sauce. He watched as Jensen leaned forward, licking his lips just before his mouth closed over the spoon. That shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, Jared thought absently.
“Umm, Oh damn…I take it all back.” Jensen moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the taste. And yeah, that was always hot. Jared reached down, trying to adjust his sudden hard on without Jensen seeing. No such luck. “You okay there, Jare?” Jensen asked, a knowing smile lifting the edges of his mouth.
“Just peachy…” Jared cursed himself as his voice came out just a little too low and too breathless to be ignored.
“I think you should try some of this, Jared.” Jensen took the spoon from his hands easily, dipping it into the pan and bringing it to his own mouth to blow on. Jared wet his lips, watching as Jensen’s mouth puckered and his cheeks hollowed. Goddamnit if the man couldn’t make anything sexy!
“Open wide, baby…” Oh God, Jared’s cock throbbed at the meaning behind those words. He opened his mouth, moaning despite himself when the tangy-sweet flavor of the cranberry sauce hit his tongue. He closed his lips around the spoon, sucking every last drop off and pulling back slowly. It was Jensen’s turn to adjust himself this time. Jared smiled smugly.
“I think I know what would taste even better.” Jensen pushed him back against the counter, hands finding and undoing his belt quickly. Jared’s head snapped back and hit the cabinet behind him with a loud thud. Jensen glanced up to make sure he was okay and then continued to pull his pants and boxers down his legs. Jared gripped the counter as Jensen took a spoonful of the sauce and blew on it, dropping to his knees as he did.
“Jesus fucking…shit!” Jared swore as he felt the still warm liquid coat his cock. Then Jensen’s there, licking at the red liquid as he watches Jared’s reaction.
“Umm, now this is a helluva lot better than dressing.” Jensen winks, his mouth descending to wrap tightly around Jared’s cock. Jared keens, words that don’t make much sense falling from his lips. He reaches one hand out, tugging at the short strands of Jensen’s head as he bobs up and down, sucking with just the right amount of pressure.
“Jense…fuck…harder, baby, I need it…SHIT!” Jared’s grip on the counter tightens as his other hand guides Jensen’s head, watching through half-closed eyes as Jensen’s mouth works him. He’s panting now, his breath coming out in uneven puffs of as his body tingles with pleasure. He tenses his legs, trying to hold off, trying to make this last just a little bit longer.
Jensen knows what he’s doing though and he’s not having it. He picks up the pace, deep-throating him while the fingers of one hand slide between Jared’s legs to roll his balls. Jared’s eyes roll back in his head at the duel pleasure, Jensen’s name spilling from his lips in a reverent moan. He’s so fucking close he can taste it, can feel the pleasure sweeping up his spine and pooling in his belly.
“Oh fuck…Jensen, I’m going to come. Oh God…” Jared hisses, his body drawn tight and concentrated on the orgasm that he knows is moments away. His forehead is dripping with sweat, his hair clinging to it as he watches, open-mouthed as Jensen takes him deeper, faster…and that’s all it takes.
“FUCK! Jensen!” Jared’s coming fast and hard, trembling against the counter as he spills down Jensen’s throat. He’s mumbling praises as Jensen keeps working his cock until there’s nothing left. He’s half-aware of Jensen dressing him again, his brain post-orgasm foggy. He brings one limp hand to rest on Jensen’s hip as he nuzzles his neck. Jared lets his head fall, allowing Jensen more access, a blissful smile gracing his lips.
“I think you were right, baby.” Jensen’s breath fans over Jared and he shivers, his body still oversensitive to every touch.
“Huh? About what?” Jared has no idea what Jensen means, and he really can’t even be bothered to care right now.
“I’m never going back to the can stuff now…” Jared grunts, laughter bubbling up from his throat at Jensen’s words. He tilts his head and brushes his mouth against Jensen, moaning softly when he instantly opens and allows their tongues to dance lazily together. Jared guesses he made a pretty good contribution after all.
Author: fricky-writer22 -Mandy
Single or Verse: Single
Rating: NC-17 (blow-jobs qualify as NC-17, right??? Heh)
Fandom: CWRPS
Pairing: Jensen/Jared, J2, Padackles, Smeckles/Jarhead, Paddywack/Ackleass- I’ll stop now
Word Count: 1160
Disclaimer: This is pure fiction, Jensen and Jared are not really lovers and they‘re not having lots of phenomenally hot buttsex. Damn.
Summary: Jensen's never going back to the can stuff...
Warnings: It’s schmut- schmoopy smut. Maybe a blow-job and creative uses of cranberry sauce.
Feedback: You know how much Jared loves candy and Jenny? Well, that’s how much I love getting feedback :D
Betas: None- didn’t have time to get this betad in time to make it for the holiday (I ALMOST made it too...damnit). So any mistakes are mine and mine alone- feel free to punish me as you see fit *wink wink*
“You do know they make that stuff in a can, right? You just pop it out, slice it up, and you’re good to go.” Jensen asked, leaning his hip against the counter as he watched Jared scrape the zest, or what-ever-the-fuck you call it, off an orange.
Jared huffed, rolling his eyes as he placed the orange zest into the simmering pot on the stove. He did the same with the lemon and then turned to send a pointed look at Jensen, “Trust me, Jen, once you try my homemade cranberry sauce you’ll never go back to the can stuff.” Jared was proud of the fact that he could cook something for Jensen. The turkey had been a gift from Eric and had been delivered already cooked to their apartment. He’d only had to heat it up and the dressing had been courtesy of craft service. He wanted to make some contribution to their first Thanksgiving together and Jensen was teasing the hell out of him for it.
He’d gotten the recipe from his mom when he called his family to wish them a happy Thanksgiving. She’d ohh’d and aww’d over her “baby boy” cooking for “that cutie-pie boyfriend” of his. He was still blushing over it. Moms.
Jensen jumped, startled as the cranberries started to pop. Jared smiled to himself as he watching Jensen trying to act like he wasn’t impressed. He knew once Jensen tasted the sauce for himself that it’d more than make up for all his witty remarks.
“I would have been just as happy with the canned sauce, Jare. You didn’t have to do this.”
Jared just smiled, “Maybe I wanted to, Jensen. Now, open up.” Jared held the spoon over his hand and blew, cooling the hot sauce. He watched as Jensen leaned forward, licking his lips just before his mouth closed over the spoon. That shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, Jared thought absently.
“Umm, Oh damn…I take it all back.” Jensen moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the taste. And yeah, that was always hot. Jared reached down, trying to adjust his sudden hard on without Jensen seeing. No such luck. “You okay there, Jare?” Jensen asked, a knowing smile lifting the edges of his mouth.
“Just peachy…” Jared cursed himself as his voice came out just a little too low and too breathless to be ignored.
“I think you should try some of this, Jared.” Jensen took the spoon from his hands easily, dipping it into the pan and bringing it to his own mouth to blow on. Jared wet his lips, watching as Jensen’s mouth puckered and his cheeks hollowed. Goddamnit if the man couldn’t make anything sexy!
“Open wide, baby…” Oh God, Jared’s cock throbbed at the meaning behind those words. He opened his mouth, moaning despite himself when the tangy-sweet flavor of the cranberry sauce hit his tongue. He closed his lips around the spoon, sucking every last drop off and pulling back slowly. It was Jensen’s turn to adjust himself this time. Jared smiled smugly.
“I think I know what would taste even better.” Jensen pushed him back against the counter, hands finding and undoing his belt quickly. Jared’s head snapped back and hit the cabinet behind him with a loud thud. Jensen glanced up to make sure he was okay and then continued to pull his pants and boxers down his legs. Jared gripped the counter as Jensen took a spoonful of the sauce and blew on it, dropping to his knees as he did.
“Jesus fucking…shit!” Jared swore as he felt the still warm liquid coat his cock. Then Jensen’s there, licking at the red liquid as he watches Jared’s reaction.
“Umm, now this is a helluva lot better than dressing.” Jensen winks, his mouth descending to wrap tightly around Jared’s cock. Jared keens, words that don’t make much sense falling from his lips. He reaches one hand out, tugging at the short strands of Jensen’s head as he bobs up and down, sucking with just the right amount of pressure.
“Jense…fuck…harder, baby, I need it…SHIT!” Jared’s grip on the counter tightens as his other hand guides Jensen’s head, watching through half-closed eyes as Jensen’s mouth works him. He’s panting now, his breath coming out in uneven puffs of as his body tingles with pleasure. He tenses his legs, trying to hold off, trying to make this last just a little bit longer.
Jensen knows what he’s doing though and he’s not having it. He picks up the pace, deep-throating him while the fingers of one hand slide between Jared’s legs to roll his balls. Jared’s eyes roll back in his head at the duel pleasure, Jensen’s name spilling from his lips in a reverent moan. He’s so fucking close he can taste it, can feel the pleasure sweeping up his spine and pooling in his belly.
“Oh fuck…Jensen, I’m going to come. Oh God…” Jared hisses, his body drawn tight and concentrated on the orgasm that he knows is moments away. His forehead is dripping with sweat, his hair clinging to it as he watches, open-mouthed as Jensen takes him deeper, faster…and that’s all it takes.
“FUCK! Jensen!” Jared’s coming fast and hard, trembling against the counter as he spills down Jensen’s throat. He’s mumbling praises as Jensen keeps working his cock until there’s nothing left. He’s half-aware of Jensen dressing him again, his brain post-orgasm foggy. He brings one limp hand to rest on Jensen’s hip as he nuzzles his neck. Jared lets his head fall, allowing Jensen more access, a blissful smile gracing his lips.
“I think you were right, baby.” Jensen’s breath fans over Jared and he shivers, his body still oversensitive to every touch.
“Huh? About what?” Jared has no idea what Jensen means, and he really can’t even be bothered to care right now.
“I’m never going back to the can stuff now…” Jared grunts, laughter bubbling up from his throat at Jensen’s words. He tilts his head and brushes his mouth against Jensen, moaning softly when he instantly opens and allows their tongues to dance lazily together. Jared guesses he made a pretty good contribution after all.