Fic: "Everything you've been waiting for", Alec/Jared, NC-17
Fic title: "Everything you've been waiting for"
Author: the_milky_way
Genre: Dark Angel/RPS
Pairing: Alec/X5!Jared
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2.545
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Beta: Thanks to parka_girl
Disclaimer: This story is fictional (not real, didn't happen). Not true in any way. I don't own anything.
Summary: There isn't much Jared wants when he comes home. Sleep, sleep and more sleep. Alec has other ideas.
This was written for purequicksilver's birthday and will later be a part of an Alec/Jared verse which is currently being written. This story is a standalone though.
Everything You've Been Waiting For
Terminal City is quiet this time of the day. Just the usual guards and the night shift in their commando stance. Jared likes it this way. The fewer people awake the fewer emotions and feelings that storm through him. And he really needs some quiet time right now.
The mission was a total bust, eight days wasted for nothing. Five days in the forest just to be told the deal's off. The three more days spent trying to cover his tracks and not run into White’s arms. Eight days of not being able to contact anyone, of not having any way to find information about the status of Terminal City. He knows it was a risk coming back, but somehow this place became home.
Jared just wanted to be home.
He's exhausted. Tired and actually, he really hurts in some places. He just wants to lie down and sleep for a month. The guards don’t see him and he'll have to remember to have a word with Max about that when he's awake enough again. It’s not safe and ‘not safe’ definitely isn't an option.
The second he enters what he's started thinking of as his place, he knows something's off. Jared just can’t place it and then emotions hit him full force, not giving him a chance to comprehend or brace himself against their impact. Fear spikes through him, makes him go rigid. But something prevents him from lashing out, from defending himself. Despite his overwhelming emotions, something about this seems almost right.
Jared hits the counter of the kitchen niche face first. He actually manages to swipe a few cups from it when his arms are forced out in front of him. Blood rushes in his head, making everything dizzy and unclear. The crash of the porcelain barely registers, neither does the crunch beneath heavy boots when a hard body presses into his back.
Smells hit Jared hard. Smells he knows but can’t place right away. There's want, arousal, power and lust all mixed into one heavy cocktail. It’s like a drug the second he takes a deep breath. All the fear of being so suddenly attacked vanishes when the last of the components register.
It's just so familiar to Jared that he can’t help but moan and thrust back against the body pinning him to the counter. He knows he’d be able to get out from under it, knows he’d be strong enough to fight, but he doesn’t want to. Not anymore.
Because all he can smell now is Alec. All he can feel is Alec. It’s obvious and prominent that his own desires take a back seat for now. Jared lets it flood over him, enjoying the heavy, heady mix of it all. And he knows this is all for him. This isn’t heat, this is Alec wanting him. It's Alec showing him how much he was missed, how much Alec cared about the forced silence. This is Alec actually losing it, out of desire and maybe even love.
His cheek hits the smooth surface of the marble counter they'd dragged out of one of the destroyed labs and made their own. It’s cool, sleek almost, and Jared registers how hot he suddenly is, how much Alec’s flood of emotions and smells affects him. Jared feels smug about how he has the same effect on Alec.
His jacket's gone. Jared feels a little disoriented because he doesn’t know when that happened. Hands move through his hair, scratch almost gently over his skin, making him moan out loud and shiver.
He never thought that being manhandled like this would turn him on this much.
Small kisses are peppered against his nape, soothing the rough handling away. Teeth nip at his skin and hands wander under his shirt. Jared feels hot, light headed even. He feels fantastic because this is probably the most erotic thing he's ever experienced. Adrenaline pumps through his veins, scorching him from the inside. The residual fear still lingers and somehow it turns Jared on like nothing else.
He scrambles to find some purchase, something to hold onto as Alec goes to work on his jeans and shirt. For a second Jared thinks he’ll have to go looking for new things when Alec is done with him, but then suddenly gentle hands lift him up, dragging the shirt over his head and he stops thinking. Alec's hands, hot against his skin, slide up and down his chest, his sides, until they grip his hips. The kisses and nips against his nape are back. Teeth racking over hot, sweat-slick skin, his hands travelling up and down his body. Jared's trapped between the sensations crashing through his body.
There are no words, then again none are needed. It’s all about feeling right now. About being there, in this moment, and experiencing each other. Jared's never known this side of Alec, but then he hasn’t been around that long.
And it's this side of Alec that makes Jared's nerve endings sing, makes his skin pebble and his muscles shiver. It makes Jared want to go down on his knees and beg for more. He's so hard it hurts. So hard he wants his jeans to be gone yesterday and yet he still seeks the little friction he gets out of moving his hips.
Lips, tongue and teeth travel down his spine, following the sweat that's now running down his skin. It’s one direction path, leading down toward the waistband of his jeans. Hands tug at them slowly, lips cover each freed inch of skin.
And Jared doesn’t even think about moving, he's incapable of it. Instead, his fingers close around the edge of the counter, clasping hard enough to make his knuckles white, and tries not to move his hip too much. Instinctively he knows Alec will stop as soon as Jared becomes too demanding. This is about Alec and the power he has and about the power Jared lets him have.
When his jeans are suddenly yanked down, all the way to his ankles, Jared can’t suppress the chuckle that leaves him at Alec’s surprised gasp. There was no time to think about laundry during the last eight days and of course he isn’t wearing any underwear.
The next gasp is his, sliding out of his own mouth. Alec licks along the lines of Jared’s lower back and ass, tracing each lick with a hint of teeth, making Jared twitch and moan. His cock brushes against his stomach and the smooth marble of the counter base. Every little touch of his tip against the cold makes him moan even more. It’s friction, but not enough.
There isn’t enough of Alec either. Just hints of lips, teeth and hands now. Teasing. Riling Jared up. Riling him up so much that he can feel his body preparing, his muscles twitching in anticipation of Alec inside of him. Because that's what he wants, what he needs.
There isn’t much light, just barely filtering through the cracks of the windows, so Jared sinks deeper into trusting his other senses. Feeling, smelling, hearing, all of them are intensified, all of them making him dizzy with lust. His heart beats faster than it should, it swells at the thought of Alec waiting here just for him. For him alone.
One of his finger nails breaks when he presses them against the marble. Alec’s tongue is doing things to him he never thought about before settling down in TC. His legs are pushed apart, forcing him to step out of his jeans and moving his hips away from the counter. The complete loss of any friction is frustrating. The need to come, to curl his toes and let go is so intense that Jared’s knees actually buckle under it.
He feel wanton, all spread out over a kitchen counter, licked open by the man he’s come to love over the last few months. He feels dirty and even a little slutty. And yet he also feels loved and caressed like he'd never been in his life before now.
Jared loves all of it. Loves that he can sense Alec in his head liked Alec was already inside of him. Loves that he can make Alec lose control like this. Loves what he's getting, that he's discovered he enjoys this rough kind of sex. Just loves it all.
His can’t help but shiver some more when Alec draws back and breathes against his hot, wet skin. There are more licks and kisses driving Jared slowly toward the edge. And then there are fingers sliding in, seeking him out and finding the one spot Jared doesn’t know how to describe. The feelings are so intense that Jared needs Alec’s hand on his hip to keep him from sliding down to the floor.
He needs Alec now. Right then and there, all he wants is Alec inside of him. He needs more than just the emphatic connection. He's so out of it that it doesn’t register much when the slick fingers are gone. He moans, tries to get Alec to move, to at least have hand on his cock. But Alec has other ideas, grabs his hands and holds them pinned against the edge of the counter.
It's such a turn on that Jared feels pearls of pre-come catch on his skin. He's leaking and feels hotter than hell. He moans, needing friction right the fuck now. Seeks it by rutting against the cool air, sobbing out his need. He doesn’t care how desperate it sounds.
He's on his tiptoes already but when Alec's strong hands grip his hips, he’s lifted almost completely off the floor. Lifted up, bent over, legs spread even more and practically sat down on the cock that's been nudging his thigh since the minute this started. There is a deep groan building inside of him. Toe curling and powerful. It just doesn’t come out yet because with the first deep thrust he has trouble breathing. Alec slides into him with one smooth move, bottoms out and pins Jared against the counter once more.
For a second neither of them move. They stay frozen like that, Alec pulsing inside Jared, leaving him throbbing and heaving against the counter. The only sound in the room are their laboured breaths and Jared’s mewling intercepted with quiet sobs of want.
There hasn’t been much preparation but it’s enough to take most of the pain away. The burn that spreads out through his body is what makes it even more intense. Jared feels like he needs these little stings and burns, like they make it better, make it all the more real.
The tip of his cock catches on the edge of the marble when Alec finally, thankfully, moves again. Jared actually screams. Screams because he's so damn close that this single touch is almost enough. He feels himself clench around Alec, feels the hands on his hips dig deep into his skin, dragging him back onto Alec. Feels Alec deep inside of him and he loves to feel Alec like that.
Then suddenly they're fucking in earnest. Each thrust deep, hitting home, hard and rough. And Jared knows he won’t last long. His fingers slip on the surface, slip away from the edge he's been trying to clutch desperately. He moves closer to the top with each thrust. He slides, slips and slaps back against Alec’s skin.
Jared feels it building inside of him. Tingling at the base of his spine, moving through his body in waves. He clutches at Alec’s hands on his hips, cheek pressed down onto the cool counter, sending more shivers through him at the contrast. It’s hard, fast and frenzied. Like it’s the first, the last time and the only time they're going to do this. It’s desperate and yet still full of love. It’s drawing the last out of Jared.
When he comes, he's surprised. It moves along his spine, curls his toes and makes him open his mouth in a silent scream. He's never felt anything like this, he knows there isn't anything else that feels like this. Nothing else could make Jared so headless, so drained and so flooded with elation and love that he can barely hold himself together.
He gasps out loud when it explodes out of him, painting the marble with white creamy streaks, leaving him weak and twitching. He sags in Alec’s arms and against the counter. In a way he can't believe he actually came without his cock being touched a single time. He can’t remember if this ever happened before. Probably not.
Alec still moves, working inside of him until Jared feels him hot and sleek and then filling him. Alec's bites at Jared, sinking his teeth deep into his skin, both on his neck and then into his lips. It sends even more waves, pulses even, through him. It makes him feel Alec inside even more. These waves and aftershocks of his orgasm actually make him white out.
When he comes to, he's bundled into a blanket and safely tucked against Alec’s chest on the couch that they dragged into the room when Jared picked this as his place. They're both completely naked, but Jared feels warm and cosy. They are not cuddling at all. Nope.
He can’t remember an orgasm that blacked him out like that. Something that was so intense he actually saw stars. He can still feel Alec inside of him. He feels it like a loss and it hurts, in a way, that Alec actually isn’t still in him. He wonders, not for the first, when he came to crave that feeling. When he came to crave Alec like that.
“Fucking missed you.”
Jared jumps a little at the words whispered against his ear, but moves closer when Alec’s arm tightens around his waist.
“Missed you, too.” Is his eventual reply, voice rough, sounding like he hadn’t used it in years.
“I was … was worried. Didn’t hear anything from you. Didn’t know what had happened.” Alec's voice betrays a tiny hint of that worry.
Jared moves, then turns in the embrace and does the thing he's been waiting for days to do. He kisses Alec. Slow, deep and full of all the emotions he’s had to hide for way too long.
“Never gonna let you go out there alone again. No matter what Max says.” Jared keeps himself from commenting on Alec’s obvious possessiveness, knowing what Alec actually means. Alec finally understands how Jared feels when Alec is out on a mission.
“Same goes for you.” He finally replies.
“Fair enough. Can’t live without you anyway. Ask Josh, think I drove him nuts the past few days, Max isn’t talking to me either.” There's a trace of amusement in Alec's tone. It makes Jared laugh. Then he shifts a little, leaning back in and licking at the skin he can reach. He closes his eyes and thinks that this is probably as close as Alec will ever come to being romantic and Jared'll savour every moment of it.
He falls asleep, exhausted but happy. A small smile on his lips, his head resting on a strong chest and arms safely wrapped around his narrow hips.
Author: the_milky_way
Genre: Dark Angel/RPS
Pairing: Alec/X5!Jared
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2.545
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Beta: Thanks to parka_girl
Disclaimer: This story is fictional (not real, didn't happen). Not true in any way. I don't own anything.
Summary: There isn't much Jared wants when he comes home. Sleep, sleep and more sleep. Alec has other ideas.
This was written for purequicksilver's birthday and will later be a part of an Alec/Jared verse which is currently being written. This story is a standalone though.
Everything You've Been Waiting For
Terminal City is quiet this time of the day. Just the usual guards and the night shift in their commando stance. Jared likes it this way. The fewer people awake the fewer emotions and feelings that storm through him. And he really needs some quiet time right now.
The mission was a total bust, eight days wasted for nothing. Five days in the forest just to be told the deal's off. The three more days spent trying to cover his tracks and not run into White’s arms. Eight days of not being able to contact anyone, of not having any way to find information about the status of Terminal City. He knows it was a risk coming back, but somehow this place became home.
Jared just wanted to be home.
He's exhausted. Tired and actually, he really hurts in some places. He just wants to lie down and sleep for a month. The guards don’t see him and he'll have to remember to have a word with Max about that when he's awake enough again. It’s not safe and ‘not safe’ definitely isn't an option.
The second he enters what he's started thinking of as his place, he knows something's off. Jared just can’t place it and then emotions hit him full force, not giving him a chance to comprehend or brace himself against their impact. Fear spikes through him, makes him go rigid. But something prevents him from lashing out, from defending himself. Despite his overwhelming emotions, something about this seems almost right.
Jared hits the counter of the kitchen niche face first. He actually manages to swipe a few cups from it when his arms are forced out in front of him. Blood rushes in his head, making everything dizzy and unclear. The crash of the porcelain barely registers, neither does the crunch beneath heavy boots when a hard body presses into his back.
Smells hit Jared hard. Smells he knows but can’t place right away. There's want, arousal, power and lust all mixed into one heavy cocktail. It’s like a drug the second he takes a deep breath. All the fear of being so suddenly attacked vanishes when the last of the components register.
It's just so familiar to Jared that he can’t help but moan and thrust back against the body pinning him to the counter. He knows he’d be able to get out from under it, knows he’d be strong enough to fight, but he doesn’t want to. Not anymore.
Because all he can smell now is Alec. All he can feel is Alec. It’s obvious and prominent that his own desires take a back seat for now. Jared lets it flood over him, enjoying the heavy, heady mix of it all. And he knows this is all for him. This isn’t heat, this is Alec wanting him. It's Alec showing him how much he was missed, how much Alec cared about the forced silence. This is Alec actually losing it, out of desire and maybe even love.
His cheek hits the smooth surface of the marble counter they'd dragged out of one of the destroyed labs and made their own. It’s cool, sleek almost, and Jared registers how hot he suddenly is, how much Alec’s flood of emotions and smells affects him. Jared feels smug about how he has the same effect on Alec.
His jacket's gone. Jared feels a little disoriented because he doesn’t know when that happened. Hands move through his hair, scratch almost gently over his skin, making him moan out loud and shiver.
He never thought that being manhandled like this would turn him on this much.
Small kisses are peppered against his nape, soothing the rough handling away. Teeth nip at his skin and hands wander under his shirt. Jared feels hot, light headed even. He feels fantastic because this is probably the most erotic thing he's ever experienced. Adrenaline pumps through his veins, scorching him from the inside. The residual fear still lingers and somehow it turns Jared on like nothing else.
He scrambles to find some purchase, something to hold onto as Alec goes to work on his jeans and shirt. For a second Jared thinks he’ll have to go looking for new things when Alec is done with him, but then suddenly gentle hands lift him up, dragging the shirt over his head and he stops thinking. Alec's hands, hot against his skin, slide up and down his chest, his sides, until they grip his hips. The kisses and nips against his nape are back. Teeth racking over hot, sweat-slick skin, his hands travelling up and down his body. Jared's trapped between the sensations crashing through his body.
There are no words, then again none are needed. It’s all about feeling right now. About being there, in this moment, and experiencing each other. Jared's never known this side of Alec, but then he hasn’t been around that long.
And it's this side of Alec that makes Jared's nerve endings sing, makes his skin pebble and his muscles shiver. It makes Jared want to go down on his knees and beg for more. He's so hard it hurts. So hard he wants his jeans to be gone yesterday and yet he still seeks the little friction he gets out of moving his hips.
Lips, tongue and teeth travel down his spine, following the sweat that's now running down his skin. It’s one direction path, leading down toward the waistband of his jeans. Hands tug at them slowly, lips cover each freed inch of skin.
And Jared doesn’t even think about moving, he's incapable of it. Instead, his fingers close around the edge of the counter, clasping hard enough to make his knuckles white, and tries not to move his hip too much. Instinctively he knows Alec will stop as soon as Jared becomes too demanding. This is about Alec and the power he has and about the power Jared lets him have.
When his jeans are suddenly yanked down, all the way to his ankles, Jared can’t suppress the chuckle that leaves him at Alec’s surprised gasp. There was no time to think about laundry during the last eight days and of course he isn’t wearing any underwear.
The next gasp is his, sliding out of his own mouth. Alec licks along the lines of Jared’s lower back and ass, tracing each lick with a hint of teeth, making Jared twitch and moan. His cock brushes against his stomach and the smooth marble of the counter base. Every little touch of his tip against the cold makes him moan even more. It’s friction, but not enough.
There isn’t enough of Alec either. Just hints of lips, teeth and hands now. Teasing. Riling Jared up. Riling him up so much that he can feel his body preparing, his muscles twitching in anticipation of Alec inside of him. Because that's what he wants, what he needs.
There isn’t much light, just barely filtering through the cracks of the windows, so Jared sinks deeper into trusting his other senses. Feeling, smelling, hearing, all of them are intensified, all of them making him dizzy with lust. His heart beats faster than it should, it swells at the thought of Alec waiting here just for him. For him alone.
One of his finger nails breaks when he presses them against the marble. Alec’s tongue is doing things to him he never thought about before settling down in TC. His legs are pushed apart, forcing him to step out of his jeans and moving his hips away from the counter. The complete loss of any friction is frustrating. The need to come, to curl his toes and let go is so intense that Jared’s knees actually buckle under it.
He feel wanton, all spread out over a kitchen counter, licked open by the man he’s come to love over the last few months. He feels dirty and even a little slutty. And yet he also feels loved and caressed like he'd never been in his life before now.
Jared loves all of it. Loves that he can sense Alec in his head liked Alec was already inside of him. Loves that he can make Alec lose control like this. Loves what he's getting, that he's discovered he enjoys this rough kind of sex. Just loves it all.
His can’t help but shiver some more when Alec draws back and breathes against his hot, wet skin. There are more licks and kisses driving Jared slowly toward the edge. And then there are fingers sliding in, seeking him out and finding the one spot Jared doesn’t know how to describe. The feelings are so intense that Jared needs Alec’s hand on his hip to keep him from sliding down to the floor.
He needs Alec now. Right then and there, all he wants is Alec inside of him. He needs more than just the emphatic connection. He's so out of it that it doesn’t register much when the slick fingers are gone. He moans, tries to get Alec to move, to at least have hand on his cock. But Alec has other ideas, grabs his hands and holds them pinned against the edge of the counter.
It's such a turn on that Jared feels pearls of pre-come catch on his skin. He's leaking and feels hotter than hell. He moans, needing friction right the fuck now. Seeks it by rutting against the cool air, sobbing out his need. He doesn’t care how desperate it sounds.
He's on his tiptoes already but when Alec's strong hands grip his hips, he’s lifted almost completely off the floor. Lifted up, bent over, legs spread even more and practically sat down on the cock that's been nudging his thigh since the minute this started. There is a deep groan building inside of him. Toe curling and powerful. It just doesn’t come out yet because with the first deep thrust he has trouble breathing. Alec slides into him with one smooth move, bottoms out and pins Jared against the counter once more.
For a second neither of them move. They stay frozen like that, Alec pulsing inside Jared, leaving him throbbing and heaving against the counter. The only sound in the room are their laboured breaths and Jared’s mewling intercepted with quiet sobs of want.
There hasn’t been much preparation but it’s enough to take most of the pain away. The burn that spreads out through his body is what makes it even more intense. Jared feels like he needs these little stings and burns, like they make it better, make it all the more real.
The tip of his cock catches on the edge of the marble when Alec finally, thankfully, moves again. Jared actually screams. Screams because he's so damn close that this single touch is almost enough. He feels himself clench around Alec, feels the hands on his hips dig deep into his skin, dragging him back onto Alec. Feels Alec deep inside of him and he loves to feel Alec like that.
Then suddenly they're fucking in earnest. Each thrust deep, hitting home, hard and rough. And Jared knows he won’t last long. His fingers slip on the surface, slip away from the edge he's been trying to clutch desperately. He moves closer to the top with each thrust. He slides, slips and slaps back against Alec’s skin.
Jared feels it building inside of him. Tingling at the base of his spine, moving through his body in waves. He clutches at Alec’s hands on his hips, cheek pressed down onto the cool counter, sending more shivers through him at the contrast. It’s hard, fast and frenzied. Like it’s the first, the last time and the only time they're going to do this. It’s desperate and yet still full of love. It’s drawing the last out of Jared.
When he comes, he's surprised. It moves along his spine, curls his toes and makes him open his mouth in a silent scream. He's never felt anything like this, he knows there isn't anything else that feels like this. Nothing else could make Jared so headless, so drained and so flooded with elation and love that he can barely hold himself together.
He gasps out loud when it explodes out of him, painting the marble with white creamy streaks, leaving him weak and twitching. He sags in Alec’s arms and against the counter. In a way he can't believe he actually came without his cock being touched a single time. He can’t remember if this ever happened before. Probably not.
Alec still moves, working inside of him until Jared feels him hot and sleek and then filling him. Alec's bites at Jared, sinking his teeth deep into his skin, both on his neck and then into his lips. It sends even more waves, pulses even, through him. It makes him feel Alec inside even more. These waves and aftershocks of his orgasm actually make him white out.
When he comes to, he's bundled into a blanket and safely tucked against Alec’s chest on the couch that they dragged into the room when Jared picked this as his place. They're both completely naked, but Jared feels warm and cosy. They are not cuddling at all. Nope.
He can’t remember an orgasm that blacked him out like that. Something that was so intense he actually saw stars. He can still feel Alec inside of him. He feels it like a loss and it hurts, in a way, that Alec actually isn’t still in him. He wonders, not for the first, when he came to crave that feeling. When he came to crave Alec like that.
“Fucking missed you.”
Jared jumps a little at the words whispered against his ear, but moves closer when Alec’s arm tightens around his waist.
“Missed you, too.” Is his eventual reply, voice rough, sounding like he hadn’t used it in years.
“I was … was worried. Didn’t hear anything from you. Didn’t know what had happened.” Alec's voice betrays a tiny hint of that worry.
Jared moves, then turns in the embrace and does the thing he's been waiting for days to do. He kisses Alec. Slow, deep and full of all the emotions he’s had to hide for way too long.
“Never gonna let you go out there alone again. No matter what Max says.” Jared keeps himself from commenting on Alec’s obvious possessiveness, knowing what Alec actually means. Alec finally understands how Jared feels when Alec is out on a mission.
“Same goes for you.” He finally replies.
“Fair enough. Can’t live without you anyway. Ask Josh, think I drove him nuts the past few days, Max isn’t talking to me either.” There's a trace of amusement in Alec's tone. It makes Jared laugh. Then he shifts a little, leaning back in and licking at the skin he can reach. He closes his eyes and thinks that this is probably as close as Alec will ever come to being romantic and Jared'll savour every moment of it.
He falls asleep, exhausted but happy. A small smile on his lips, his head resting on a strong chest and arms safely wrapped around his narrow hips.