Dynamic Duo J2
Jared knocked on the bathroom door, trying to mask the chuckle in his voice. “Come on Jen, it’s time.”
“I’m not coming out.” Jensen’s voice floated out of the keyhole.
Jared tugged at his prince costume and adjusted the furry mask. “I told you, you waited too long to decide if we were going or not. This was the last Dynamic Duo they had left.”
“How is this even a dynamic duo?”
“Jensen. We are going to be late for the party. Can you just come out?” Jared wiggled the door handle.
The door squeaked as Jensen shuffled out of the bathroom with a dark scowl. His arms folded over the gold plunging neck line of his evening gown. “I look ridiculous.”
Jared bit the inside of his cheek, knowing laughing would only get him into deeper trouble. “Jensen, you look. . . . “ Jared straightened his costars lopsided wig. “You look lovely.”
Jensen snarled. “Bite me.” He crossed the hotel room, yanking at the long skirt as it caught the high heel of his shoes. He flopped down in the couch, skirt flying all around him. “And Beauty and the Beast is not a dynamic duo.” Jensen smacked at the skirt, fighting the frothy fabric.
“Jen.” Dimples popped out despite Jared’s fight. “It was all the costume shop had.” He brushed his maroon vest down. “Eric’s gonna start wondering where we are.”
Jen looked up, eyes suddenly seeing Jared for the first time. “You look great.” He mumbled. “I like your whiskers.”
“And I. . . . “ Jared curled up at Jensen’s stockinged feet. “I like your legs.”
“Right.” Jensen rolled his bright green eyes. “You like me in pantyhose.”
“I like how strong your legs look.” His palm traveled up Jen’s thigh. “And how I can actually see them. Jeans hide everything.”
“Jared?” Jen grabbed at a curl dangling in his face. He felt his dick twitch inside his tights. “Aren’t we leaving?”
Jared leaned his head on Jensen’s leg, hot breath bathing Jen’s thigh. “Yeah, in a minute. Did you shave?”
Jensen’s face darkened crimson. “It’s a stupid costume.”
Jared scrambled up next to Jensen on the couch, his hardened cock daring the thin fabric to tear. “I think I kinda like it.” He marveled.
Jensen turned, noticing the erection in his boyfriend’s pants. “You like it?” He watched Jared’s hand slide up under the silky material and disappear, only to feel the warmth of his hand cup his dick.
Jared nodded his head. “Those fan girls are right ya know? You look hot in anything.” A small grin played at his lips. “Ya wanna skip the party?”
Jen coiled his finger in Jared’s hair with an evil smirk. “And waste my beautiful dress on you?”
The hand lying firmly on Jensen’s dick squeezed, bringing a sigh to his parted lips. Jared licked his way in, hoping to convince Jen that he in fact looked the very opposite of ridiculous to him.
Jensen squirmed under Jared’s hands, feeling the smooth silk of his dress tickle along delicate skin. He hated to admit, it didn’t feel bad. The deep scoop grazed across his nipples sending jolts of pleasure across his body as Jared’s large form caressed him as if he were suddenly more precious and fragile. Jen basked in the soft touches, surprised by the way it turned him on as much as their normal manhandling sessions. His own finger grazed at Jared’s exposed neck, winding little hairs into curls there.
Jared’s hand squeezed again, mesmerized by the way Jensen suddenly appeared feminine and tender in the strange get up. He leaned in to kiss him again, feeling the stiff poof of sleeve graze his chin. “Just a few more minutes.” He whispered, hot breath mingling with Jen’s.
Jensen knew what Jared was doing. Jensen hated parties, hated crowds, and the one thing that relaxed him was Jared. Not just Jared’s presents either. He had to have the smell of Jared on his skin. He needed to have an image of Jared all dimples and floppy hair, dancing around his head. And it didn’t hurt if he could still feel the tingle of where Jared’s hand or mouth had slid across his cock and made him come.
Jared pulled back, laughter twinkling in his eyes. He dove down into the layers of ruffles, digging his way up Jensen’s thighs and tearing at the delicate fabric of pantyhose. He yanked off the soft silky panties that Jensen had added on a whim for authenticity. Breath suddenly ragged as he watched Jensen’s dick wave among the soft billowy material, he licked up the length of it, eyes glued to Jen’s face.
Jen’s hands clinched into his dress, watching every move Jared made as he lovingly engulfed Jen’s cock in his mouth. The silk slid across his balls, tantalizingly soft. Jensen’s wig tickled at his nose as his head thrashed lightly along the back of the couch.
Jared played in the pile of silk, wrapping it around the bottom of Jensen’s cock as he continued to suck at the tip. He slid it around, tightening the grip his hand had to give the fabric more friction.
Then came the sound, the sound that Jared loved more then anything. Jen’s breath gasped out of sync. His tongue clicked against his teeth. The soft moans deepened into a tantalizing groan that rumbled right in the pit of Jared’s stomach. Jen started to ramble the sweetest incoherent words that Jared knew. “Yes, oh, Jar. I, oh God. I need, yes, yes.” The hot come filled Jared’s mouth as Jensen banged his hips and wrinkled the dress even more.
Jared sat up, hazel eyes glowing with love and a fair amount of pride. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, watching Jensen’s body, a puddle of silk and limbs, melt across the couch in contentment. “You seem to have a little something in your pants there. Need a hand?” Jen murmured with an almost drunken smile.
Dimples and teeth spilled from Jared’s face. “Nah man. We gotta party. Gotta get my princess to the ball.”
Jensen smoothed out his skirt. His scowl darkening his features only in jest. “Oh yeah, that’s really funny.”
Jared helped Jensen up, steadying him on his wobbly high heeled legs. “Well your in luck. I’ve got a million of ‘em. You’ll be laughing all night.”
“I’m not coming out.” Jensen’s voice floated out of the keyhole.
Jared tugged at his prince costume and adjusted the furry mask. “I told you, you waited too long to decide if we were going or not. This was the last Dynamic Duo they had left.”
“How is this even a dynamic duo?”
“Jensen. We are going to be late for the party. Can you just come out?” Jared wiggled the door handle.
The door squeaked as Jensen shuffled out of the bathroom with a dark scowl. His arms folded over the gold plunging neck line of his evening gown. “I look ridiculous.”
Jared bit the inside of his cheek, knowing laughing would only get him into deeper trouble. “Jensen, you look. . . . “ Jared straightened his costars lopsided wig. “You look lovely.”
Jensen snarled. “Bite me.” He crossed the hotel room, yanking at the long skirt as it caught the high heel of his shoes. He flopped down in the couch, skirt flying all around him. “And Beauty and the Beast is not a dynamic duo.” Jensen smacked at the skirt, fighting the frothy fabric.
“Jen.” Dimples popped out despite Jared’s fight. “It was all the costume shop had.” He brushed his maroon vest down. “Eric’s gonna start wondering where we are.”
Jen looked up, eyes suddenly seeing Jared for the first time. “You look great.” He mumbled. “I like your whiskers.”
“And I. . . . “ Jared curled up at Jensen’s stockinged feet. “I like your legs.”
“Right.” Jensen rolled his bright green eyes. “You like me in pantyhose.”
“I like how strong your legs look.” His palm traveled up Jen’s thigh. “And how I can actually see them. Jeans hide everything.”
“Jared?” Jen grabbed at a curl dangling in his face. He felt his dick twitch inside his tights. “Aren’t we leaving?”
Jared leaned his head on Jensen’s leg, hot breath bathing Jen’s thigh. “Yeah, in a minute. Did you shave?”
Jensen’s face darkened crimson. “It’s a stupid costume.”
Jared scrambled up next to Jensen on the couch, his hardened cock daring the thin fabric to tear. “I think I kinda like it.” He marveled.
Jensen turned, noticing the erection in his boyfriend’s pants. “You like it?” He watched Jared’s hand slide up under the silky material and disappear, only to feel the warmth of his hand cup his dick.
Jared nodded his head. “Those fan girls are right ya know? You look hot in anything.” A small grin played at his lips. “Ya wanna skip the party?”
Jen coiled his finger in Jared’s hair with an evil smirk. “And waste my beautiful dress on you?”
The hand lying firmly on Jensen’s dick squeezed, bringing a sigh to his parted lips. Jared licked his way in, hoping to convince Jen that he in fact looked the very opposite of ridiculous to him.
Jensen squirmed under Jared’s hands, feeling the smooth silk of his dress tickle along delicate skin. He hated to admit, it didn’t feel bad. The deep scoop grazed across his nipples sending jolts of pleasure across his body as Jared’s large form caressed him as if he were suddenly more precious and fragile. Jen basked in the soft touches, surprised by the way it turned him on as much as their normal manhandling sessions. His own finger grazed at Jared’s exposed neck, winding little hairs into curls there.
Jared’s hand squeezed again, mesmerized by the way Jensen suddenly appeared feminine and tender in the strange get up. He leaned in to kiss him again, feeling the stiff poof of sleeve graze his chin. “Just a few more minutes.” He whispered, hot breath mingling with Jen’s.
Jensen knew what Jared was doing. Jensen hated parties, hated crowds, and the one thing that relaxed him was Jared. Not just Jared’s presents either. He had to have the smell of Jared on his skin. He needed to have an image of Jared all dimples and floppy hair, dancing around his head. And it didn’t hurt if he could still feel the tingle of where Jared’s hand or mouth had slid across his cock and made him come.
Jared pulled back, laughter twinkling in his eyes. He dove down into the layers of ruffles, digging his way up Jensen’s thighs and tearing at the delicate fabric of pantyhose. He yanked off the soft silky panties that Jensen had added on a whim for authenticity. Breath suddenly ragged as he watched Jensen’s dick wave among the soft billowy material, he licked up the length of it, eyes glued to Jen’s face.
Jen’s hands clinched into his dress, watching every move Jared made as he lovingly engulfed Jen’s cock in his mouth. The silk slid across his balls, tantalizingly soft. Jensen’s wig tickled at his nose as his head thrashed lightly along the back of the couch.
Jared played in the pile of silk, wrapping it around the bottom of Jensen’s cock as he continued to suck at the tip. He slid it around, tightening the grip his hand had to give the fabric more friction.
Then came the sound, the sound that Jared loved more then anything. Jen’s breath gasped out of sync. His tongue clicked against his teeth. The soft moans deepened into a tantalizing groan that rumbled right in the pit of Jared’s stomach. Jen started to ramble the sweetest incoherent words that Jared knew. “Yes, oh, Jar. I, oh God. I need, yes, yes.” The hot come filled Jared’s mouth as Jensen banged his hips and wrinkled the dress even more.
Jared sat up, hazel eyes glowing with love and a fair amount of pride. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, watching Jensen’s body, a puddle of silk and limbs, melt across the couch in contentment. “You seem to have a little something in your pants there. Need a hand?” Jen murmured with an almost drunken smile.
Dimples and teeth spilled from Jared’s face. “Nah man. We gotta party. Gotta get my princess to the ball.”
Jensen smoothed out his skirt. His scowl darkening his features only in jest. “Oh yeah, that’s really funny.”
Jared helped Jensen up, steadying him on his wobbly high heeled legs. “Well your in luck. I’ve got a million of ‘em. You’ll be laughing all night.”