Fic: "Keys", SPN RPS, Jared/Jensen, NC-17
Title: Keys
Author: icebear (Dee)
Fandom: SPN RPS
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Words: 4.863
Beta: Thank you so much evil_witch666
Summary: Jared is on a hunt, Jensen helps out
Disclaimer: Not real, didn't happen. I don't own any of them.
Notes:
Okay, I picked up a prompt ages ago. peaches had them in her LJ and I thought I go and try my hands on them.
This is only one of the ones I picked. The prompt was: "Sex under a table".
I haven't written anything porn-like in years, so I might actually be a little bit rusty when it comes to that.
Anyway, this is for peaches's prompt.
And it is for evil_witch666. A little birthday present because she wanted porn.
Jared isn’t really sure what he is doing here but he is about to doubt his sanity. He knows they have to be around here somewhere, not his sanity mind you, but the keys he had been searching for over an hour now.
He had gone through the living room, the drawers and dressers in the bedroom and the bathroom so far, he is in the kitchen now and the guestroom will be next if his keys don’t show up before he is finished with the kitchen cupboards. They have to be somewhere around here, he is sure of it and not finding them is making him really nervous and on top of it very late. In fact he is already half an hour late and still hasn’t found neither the original set of keys nor the emergency ones he usually keeps taped under his kitchen table. Don’t ask, it’s a really long story.
Jared sighs, turns on all fours and starts crawling towards the opposite direction, hoping to find the keys under the counter or somewhere nearby. Because they just can’t be gone. Keys just don’t suddenly grow legs or wings or whatever extremities they would have needed to get away from him and the house.
They are going to kill him. Jensen is going to kill him. Maybe he should have called. Yes, he should have called about what’s going on. Like 15 minutes ago. But Jared just thinks now of calling and now he is way too worked up and in doubt of his sanity to be able to make a phone call or so he tries to reason with himself about why he hasn’t called Jensen yet.
Jared is half way through the other half of his kitchen and almost fully under the huge kitchen table when he hears the front door open. And since only he and Jensen have keys to that door Jared is pretty sure that his ass will be greeting his co-star in about a second. He doesn’t even try to stand up knowing it would only result in him either knocking the table over or destroying other parts of the inventory.
“As much as I like seeing you on your knees, care to tell me what you are doing there?”
Jared silently sighs in relief because Jensen sounds rather amused than pissed off. For Jared it means he still has some points left with Jensen and can actually try to explain why he is late; instead of being yelled at right from the start.
Jared turns to look over his shoulder. He takes a second to look Jensen over, because this is not a view he gets every day so he appreciates the chance to see Jensen like that. All dressed up nicely and clean shaven. The designer jeans fit perfectly and the white button down just looks classy. It’s an outfit Jensen knows makes him look good and he knows how to work his looks but this time Jared knows it’s just for him and maybe even for the occasion.
Jared is equally dressed only that now he is pretty sure that he’ll have to go and get changed again before they can leave the house. Crawling through a house inhabited by two dogs isn’t really doing anything to keep his clothes from collecting every possible dog hair on the way, which is a pity because he knows the jeans he chose are clingy at all the right places.
Jared tries very hard not to shake his ass because that’s where Jensen’s eyes currently are stuck upon. The grin though he cannot keep hidden. Jensen, who looks up at the exact same moment, just rolls his eyes but doesn’t move away from door frame he is leaning against. He doesn’t say anything either but Jared knows he is enjoying the view.
“I am looking for my keys. Car keys to be exact.”
He can hear the smirk in Jensen’s voice but he refuses to turn around to see the smug expression he knows will be featured on the other’s face.
“Ah. That’s why you are late. And seeing that is the fourth time this week, don’t you think you should maybe keep them somewhere you don’t lose them?”
“Not helping right now Jen.”
“I am sorry. Want me to get down with you?”
“Uh.. What for?”
“Helping you search? Four eyes see more than two.”
“I had two pairs of eyes helping me and we didn’t find anything.”
“Oh. I am sorry for not counting the dogs. By the way they are passed out in the hallway; I think you drove them too hard in your quest to find vanished car keys. I feel sorry for them.”
“Jen, you love them as much as I do, so of course you feel sorry for them. Don’t make it sound as if it is a hardship for you to feel some compassion for those poor little souls.”
“Did you hit your head or something? You sound kind of crazy. Oh wait, not that is the status quo.”
“Still not helping, Jensen. Get down on your knees or fuck off already and leave me be.”
Jensen’s laugh makes him feel better, he even grins over his shoulder. He has been kind of frantic while looking for his keys and calming himself down has never been one of his fine tuned skills. He knows Jensen is still admiring the view but he doesn’t really mind. It’s actually making him a little proud of himself, that he is still able to catch Jensen’s focus and attention that easily, even after all the time they have spent together over the last three years.
“You know how much I like to get on my knees for you.” It is a really cheap line but Jared sometimes just needs Jensen to be like that. And this is a moment where he actually doesn’t mind cheap and silly banter. “But really Jay, where exactly should I be looking for your keys. Any idea, where you might have placed them?”
“Yes Jensen, I know exactly where I placed them, that’s why I have been going through the house on all four for an hour now. Really, no idea where they are. I was sure they’d be in the kitchen. I distinctly remember having them in my pants before someone ripped those off.”
Jensen’s snort throws him a bit. He has no idea why him remembering getting his jeans ripped off of him would be so funny. Especially now, considering the situation. He turns around, held up only by his elbows and looks at Jensen, frowning slightly. He can’t really read the look on Jensen’s face but he is pretty sure Jensen is trying not to crack up.
Jared follows Jensen’s hand with his eyes when he moves it up to scratch his neck. The gesture is so Jensen and Jared doesn’t even know when he started to expect it to show up every time Jensen is unsure of what to say or how to say it. It’s not that Jensen is predictable or anything, Jared just knows him this well. It scares him sometimes. But he thinks that Jensen feels the same so they are both in it, which makes him feel better. Just knowing he isn’t alone helps.
“Uhm Jay. I hate to interrupt you taking the house apart but that ripping off? It kinda took place in my kitchen? Last night, remember?”
It makes Jared sit up way too fast and without really looking where he is moving, which in retrospect might not have been one of the best ideas. He smacks his head hard on the overhanging edge of the kitchen table and promptly goes down backwards again. He is too stunned and probably a bit too dizzy to do anything for a few seconds. Then he manages to get his hand up to run over his forehead.
“Ow.”
“Jared? You alright?”
Jensen is right there. Under the table with him, moving in to lie next to him, patting softly on the hand to move it away. Jensen is looking down, slight frown in place and one finger tracing the little red patch where Jared hit his head. Jared has to smile at that because he knows that even if Jensen is not someone to show many emotions off-screen, he is never really able to hide how concerned he is about the people he cares about.
Jensen’s fingers move slowly over Jared’s skin, move strands of hair out of the way and skim over the bones to check for any damage. Jared thinks it’s a bit too much since he just slightly bumped his head and it’s not even bleeding or anything but he will do a hell to stop Jensen. It feels nice and the little throb he did feel had actually disappeared some seconds ago. He is about to close his eyes to enjoy the feeling of Jensen’s fingers a little more when Jensen speaks up again.
“Hey now, no falling asleep. You okay Jared? Come on, I know it’s not hard for you to speak”
Jared smiles because Jensen is right. No matter how bad he feels he usually still can talk. But feeling Jensen’s fingers trailing over his skin is calming him down and he needs that after the day he had so far. All he does though is nod and shrug a little. It’s not unusual for Jared to end up hurt during the course of a day; sometimes he even suspects Jensen and him are about to get used to it. Not that he really wants to make it a habit or something; it might be a little bit unhealthy and not productive for his aim to live a little longer.
“I am okay. Hurts a little but yeah… okay. No concussion or anything.”
“So you are a doctor now?” Jared snorts a little and just shakes his head.
Jensen is smiling though and Jared can’t help but return it. It should be weird, lying there under the kitchen table, well it was already weird enough when he moved under it on all fours, but Jared doesn’t really want to think about that right now. Jensen’s fingers are still skimming over his skin, drawing invisible lines all over his face, making him shudder and not because he is in pain or dizzy again. It doesn’t make it any easier for Jared to concentrate on the task at hand, which is actually making sure he is okay, then find the keys and maybe even manage to leave the house without digging a too deep grave for himself for being way, way too late. But then the lips placed right next to his ear make him shudder even more and it’s kind of not important anymore where he is.
He manages to answer Jensen though, which makes him slightly proud. The lips and fingers are really distracting. Jensen being so close is distracting but Jared doesn’t mind that. He loves Jensen like that, all calm and seductive but still caring. Always caring. “I actually do know how a concussion feels like and this wasn’t even close to being hard enough to cause any real harm. But thanks for being concerned.”
“Awww baby… Should I kiss it all better?” Right now Jared would like to have some part of his brain back to functioning beyond the processing of how it feels to have Jensen suddenly pressing close, hand worming under his shirt. Because if he had the ability to think straight, he would certainly try to whip off the smirk that is gracing Jensen’s admittingly gorgeous lips.
He instead just surges forward, catching Jensen off guard but still managing to lure him into a deep kiss. He has been wanting to do that since this morning when Jensen left him dozing in bed and took off to get to the airport. Jared nips at Jensen’s lip, tugs at it with his teeth and starts to lick into Jensen’s mouth, his own hand moving up to stroke through silky soft hair. The position though is a little awkward with them confined between the table legs and Jensen’s hand now trapped between their bodies so Jared shifts them and for a part of a second he is amazed how effortlessly he can manhandle Jensen. But he always could and Jensen always lets him.
“I take that as a yes.”
Jensen’s voice is muffled against his neck and Jared shivers a little at the sensation. He always had a thing for Jensen’s lips on his neck, it took him a while to get Jensen to stop doing it every time they were somewhere and he wanted to rile Jared up. But on every other occasion he has absolutely no objections to Jensen attaching his lips, tongue and teeth to Jared’s neck. There are few other things that turn him on that much and he is sure that Jensen is on the same line.
“You are in a playful mood today. What’s up with that?”
He is actually amazed that he can utter the words without so much as a slight hitch when the lips wander down a little to suck at his pulse joint. It really is unfair how Jensen always manages to get a statement across even if he isn’t saying a word.
“It’s a special day. And seeing you there on your knees and a little frantic… Dunno. Did things to me. You always do things to me but you knew that already. You don’t mind, do you?”
Jared doesn’t really have to answer; they both know what he will say, so he just cups Jensen by the neck and drags him up into another sloppy but deep kiss.
Jared doesn’t know how but Jensen manages to twist his hand he has under the shirt so that said shirt almost comes up to Jared’s neck leaving the wide expanse of skin exposed for Jensen to kiss and lick. Jared isn’t much for metaphors or even thinking while trying to get naked but those kisses feel like fire on his skin. Looking down, seeing the tongue flicker over his nipples, not only feeling it but actually having the visual as well, he can’t help thinking ‘scorching hot, Jensen is scorching hot like this’. It is like the gasp that is a direct result of having his nipples sucked happens in another time or dimension, Jared is not really aware of anything besides Jensen.
Jensen, Jensen’s lips and tongue, Jensen’s hands on him and him saying Jensen’s name over and over again. It’s his whole world, his whole focus. They wriggle around, grind into each other which cause similar groans and finally end up with Jensen almost on top of Jared, lips still attached to skin, hands working on buttons and zipper.
And Jared thinks he might have lost a few seconds between the hands on the zipper and the actual removing of clothes, because Jensen’s lips are on his thighs then and Jared actually can’t think anything more coherent than ‘Oh please’ and ‘Yeah, right there’.
Jensen loves to kiss and suckle on his skin, he knows that. Jensen also loves to bite and nibble the spots he just kissed. He still jumps a little when teeth sink into his inner thigh and a sudden chill runs down his spine. Jared is straining not to buck up, seeking friction, needing it. His dick, hard and hot, is being ignored by Jensen and he isn’t sure if he can’t stand it any longer. It’s torture. Pure and hot. And oh so good.
Lying there under the kitchen table with his hand clutching one of the table legs and the other hand running through Jensen’s hair is oddly erotic. Pants and boxers around his ankles Jared feels the tiles of the kitchen floor against his heated skin, sending even more shivers up his spine, making him moan deep in his throat. Gripping on to Jared’s hip Jensen just smiles against his skin, lips moving sure and towards driving Jared close to the edge. Jensen licks slowly along the skin, sucks small bruises into the thigh while nosing the fine hairs as he moves upwards.
The small licks and kisses that are layered on him have Jared sigh, moan and grabbing on to the table leg a little more. The touches feel hot and cold at the same time, maybe a little like running lava. Lava on even hotter skin. Goose bumps, waves of pleasure, rainbow colours behind his eyelids, all that is singing through him. Gaining intensity with every lick and kiss of Jensen’s lips.
Jared can’t help it, he has to watch. Has to. Jensen is working his way up one thigh, tracing the same way with his hand on the other leg. Jared feels lips working higher, reaching the hip, tracing the bone and then moving in closer until Jensen’s nose is rubbing against the base of Jared’s cock. It shocks a groan out of him. Anticipation is killing him. He cannot not watch. He knows it will be soon too much. He doesn’t care. He is close. So close. The table leg is painfully digging into his hand but all he wants is Jensen on his dick. All he wants is to come.
"Oh damn..." He can’t stop the moan, can’t really control the rocking of his hips when Jensen finally… oh god, finally takes him in.
Jensen lips are sinking oh so slowly down, inch by inch, making both of them moan, making Jensen lift his eyes to look up Jared’s body, to lock eyes. Green is all Jared sees, deep green eyes full of desire, lust and yes, love. Jared lies there, one hand in Jensen’s hair, the other thrown wide to hold onto the table leg to keep from coming. He wants to draw it out; he wants to keep himself on the edge as long as possible. He feels like he is about to explode.
It’s hard for Jared not to writhe or moan too loudly, but then he remembers where they are, that it doesn’t matter how loud he is. He is sure he almost growls when Jensen’s teeth grace the sensitive skin on the underside of his cock. It’s almost too much again. He has to bite back a strangled shout, fists Jensen’s hair in a way he is pretty sure must hurt but he can’t stop, can’t relax his grip. Jensen just slightly pats Jared’s hip with one hand and grabs his thigh with the other to make him open his legs a little wider.
Jared gives up every pretence of self control and just lets himself go, closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy and relish the feeling of Jensen working him. It’s more than just the moment of release he seeks, it’s the heat he loves to feel, the knowledge that Jensen loves it too. Loves it so much that Jared stopped trying to make it up to him afterwards, because most of the times Jensen doesn’t need him to.
Currents of pleasure zing through his body, making him buck up almost throwing Jensen off. He knows he is close. He wants more. So much more. Wants to feel Jensen sucking the life out of him, wants to lose control and give it all up for Jensen to take.
“Jen…. Jensen. Jen.” The mantra comes easy; he doesn’t even know it’s him doing all the noise. The grunt around his cock makes him falter a little, makes him squint down. Jensen though doesn’t look annoyed rather than amused. The green eyes are sparkling, irises blown wide, a smirk plays around his lips and he is humming while moving up and down Jared’s cock with one hand placed on the base of it. Jared is gone.
And then Jensen backs off and gives him a smirk Jared kind of doesn’t want to see right now. It almost makes him come right then and there. He might hate Jensen a little bit for it. Jensen is licking his lips slowly, tasting Jared, watching him. Jensen is a fucking tease and he knows it, Jared growls again, wants it to be more and parts his legs as much as he can. The smirk is still there but Jensen seems to be lost in the sight of Jared all splayed out for him. All Jared is able to do is bite back a moan, his body gone boneless and unresisting under Jensen. It excites him, being controlled like that, being worked. He enjoys it, loves it even. Loves Jensen doing that to him. When Jensen moves over him again it is as if someone dosed him in a bucket of ice water.
Jensen has been holding him on the brink for a while now which intensifies everything tenfold. Sneaky bastard. But Jared is way too out of it to even think about uttering a curse. He moans loudly instead, moves his hips to get Jensen to loosen the grip and almost shouts when a finger joins his cock in Jensen’s mouth.
He is too focused on not coming that he doesn’t quite notice when the finger vanishes again and the sucking increases. It’s only when Jensen starts slowly stroking over his hole that he gets it again. Shifting his hips to get more pressure from the finger that just slightly presses forward, massaging the skin, Jared actually forces Jensen back off again. He is so close he can taste it, can feel it pulsing through his body. Everything throbs oh so good. His skin is crawling, drawing close to his bones. He is arching his back, aching for it, driving himself deeper into Jensen’s mouth, seeking more friction, more contact with the finger still stroking him.
And then Jensen just sucks harder, moves faster.
“Oh Fuck me… Jen.”
And it’s Jensen’s teeth gracing him, creating just the right balance of pain and pleasure that cracks him. He feels the sparks more than see them. His eyes are closed so tightly that it’s an all-black and nothing else. The waves start in his groin, move through his body, a current of hot and cold and too much. Way too much to hold it in for any longer.
“Too.. too much. Jen. More.”
The second his orgasm hits full force he feels Jensen draw back a bit and then suck even harder. And Jared shouts. Comes hard and grips Jensen tight.
The thumb pressed against him, almost inside, drives Jared crazy, makes him frantic, breaths stuck in his throat, sweat pools along his spine. Pleasure is shooting through every nerve, every cell and Jensen takes it all. Loves to take it and Jared lets him, because it’s all too good, too great, too intense. And it’s just perfect in its own. Perfect in their world.
Jared feels himself flop back down onto the tiles, twitching as Jensen strokes him through the aftershocks. In moments like this, coming like he hasn’t in a while, Jared understands again why it’s called little death. And really if dying feels like this he would happily grow old and go like that. It would only be half as scary with Jensen there and him coming his brains out like that. Everything goes white then.
***
Boneless and satisfied. That’s what he feels when he comes around. Jensen halfway on top of him, nails scratching slightly over his exposed belly makes him sigh and take a deep breath. It always amazes Jared how Jensen knows exactly how to mix pleasure and pain the right way and when Jared needs what. Right now all Jared needs is this, Jensen at his side and as close as he can have him.
Jared lets his fingers tangle in Jensen’s sweat soaked hair, tugs him even closer, just to be able to feel the heartbeat against his own and to bury his nose somewhere on the top of Jensen’s head. Jensen doesn’t stop the slight scratching but he lifts his head and just moves so that they are kissing again. It makes Jared shiver and twitch and moan into Jensen’s mouth.
“Hey you.” Lips are close to his ear again after they break apart, hand still moving over his belly inching towards his hip intention clear. Jensen doesn’t even think about doing anything else but this for the foreseeable future and Jared can’t say he isn’t with the plan. It’s better than going after vanished keys anyway.
It’s almost as if Jensen is actually snuggling, not that he would ever admit to doing such things. Jared smiles, moves his head and kisses Jensen gently on the forehead, on the nose and then captures full soft lips again with his teeth. No urgency behind the kisses anymore, just a way to calm down and to feel close. A way to feel connected and grounded. Jared loves kissing, could and would spend days just doing that if it was possible.
“Hey… how long was I out?”
“Just a minute or so. Not long.”
“Are you...I mean…do you want me to...”
The laugh rocks through both of them, brings their bodies closer and Jared is instantly aware of the slightly damp patch of jeans thigh where Jensen’s legs are entangled with his and Jensen’s groin pressed against his thigh. He snorts, kisses Jensen again and shakes his head not caring about the goofy grin spreading over his face. This is them. Simple as it is in moments like this. But he still wants to know what brought it on.
“That was intense. Where did that come from?”
“What? You complaining?”
“No. Just curious.”
Jensen actually shrugs; Jared feels the movement of shoulders against him and the muscles of Jensen’s back under his hand. He is pretty sure that if he looked down he would see a slight blush on Jensen’s cheeks and that this would certainly not be from what they just did.
“I told you, special day. And seeing you there. I just couldn’t help it.”
“Uhuh, and what else?”
“I was horribly horny all day, okay? It’s just that…oh God that sounds so…cheesy. Man, special day and I didn’t really want to spend it sitting in an artsy restaurant, all twitchy and wanting you and our parents being there to see it.”
“Oh God. We’ll be horribly late right?”
“Uhm, I might have kind of told your parents and mine not to wait up on us after I realised I had both your car keys. Kinda a chance to get away… I mean… uhm yeah… “
Jared looks at Jensen with a sense of understanding. Jensen knew he had both keys when he came looking for Jared, he knew what Jared was doing all along and didn’t say a word until he had Jared where he wanted him. Again Jared is amazed and maybe a little miffed at Jensen for not calling and saving him all the trouble and the frantic house raid or the dogs being all traumatized now. But for the hell of it he can’t be angry. Because this is certainly a nice way to spend a special day.
“You’ve been really horny huh?”
“God yes, since this morning.”
“Your own fault for leaving so early.”
“Well, yeah…. But someone had to get the parents and get them into the hotel. Which that someone did, and by the way you owe me for that; only to realize that he had both sets of car keys. So that someone postponed lunch with both set of parents to tomorrow to get home and watch his boyfriend go through the kitchen on all fours. And dude, are we really lying under the kitchen table?”
“Uhm, we had sex under the kitchen table.”
“That’s kinda weird. Even for us.”
Jared snorts and they are just looking at each other before they both crack. It is a tad bit weird but it is hot as well and Jared doesn’t really want to move anyway.
“So we have the rest of the day to ourselves? No lunch? No sightseeing? Nothing?”
“Nothing.”
“Great. We can spend the day we met for the first time with whatever we want to do now, right? So… how about the bedroom?”
“Hell yes.”
Jared sees it coming and is about to yank Jensen back down when it is already too late. All he manages to do is to shout “Jen!” But before he can do anything more to prevent it or to keep his grip on Jensen’s shirt Jensen is up and pushing. The following smack makes Jared wince in sympathy and hold his arms out for Jensen to sink back down.
“Ow. Fuck.”
“You okay.”
“Yeah.”
“I can kiss it better.”
“Yes please. Not here though.”
“So I guess that’s the last time we did it here, huh?”
“Damn straight. We both can do without any more hits to the head. Really.”
Jensen rubs the sore spot and squeaks a little in surprise when Jared just pulls him back down against his chest and kisses him thoroughly.
“Happy anniversary.”
“To you, too.”
So maybe, this day isn’t so bad after all and Jared will not be killed any time soon and certainly not by Jensen.
Author: icebear (Dee)
Fandom: SPN RPS
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Words: 4.863
Beta: Thank you so much evil_witch666
Summary: Jared is on a hunt, Jensen helps out
Disclaimer: Not real, didn't happen. I don't own any of them.
Notes:
Okay, I picked up a prompt ages ago. peaches had them in her LJ and I thought I go and try my hands on them.
This is only one of the ones I picked. The prompt was: "Sex under a table".
I haven't written anything porn-like in years, so I might actually be a little bit rusty when it comes to that.
Anyway, this is for peaches's prompt.
And it is for evil_witch666. A little birthday present because she wanted porn.
Jared isn’t really sure what he is doing here but he is about to doubt his sanity. He knows they have to be around here somewhere, not his sanity mind you, but the keys he had been searching for over an hour now.
He had gone through the living room, the drawers and dressers in the bedroom and the bathroom so far, he is in the kitchen now and the guestroom will be next if his keys don’t show up before he is finished with the kitchen cupboards. They have to be somewhere around here, he is sure of it and not finding them is making him really nervous and on top of it very late. In fact he is already half an hour late and still hasn’t found neither the original set of keys nor the emergency ones he usually keeps taped under his kitchen table. Don’t ask, it’s a really long story.
Jared sighs, turns on all fours and starts crawling towards the opposite direction, hoping to find the keys under the counter or somewhere nearby. Because they just can’t be gone. Keys just don’t suddenly grow legs or wings or whatever extremities they would have needed to get away from him and the house.
They are going to kill him. Jensen is going to kill him. Maybe he should have called. Yes, he should have called about what’s going on. Like 15 minutes ago. But Jared just thinks now of calling and now he is way too worked up and in doubt of his sanity to be able to make a phone call or so he tries to reason with himself about why he hasn’t called Jensen yet.
Jared is half way through the other half of his kitchen and almost fully under the huge kitchen table when he hears the front door open. And since only he and Jensen have keys to that door Jared is pretty sure that his ass will be greeting his co-star in about a second. He doesn’t even try to stand up knowing it would only result in him either knocking the table over or destroying other parts of the inventory.
“As much as I like seeing you on your knees, care to tell me what you are doing there?”
Jared silently sighs in relief because Jensen sounds rather amused than pissed off. For Jared it means he still has some points left with Jensen and can actually try to explain why he is late; instead of being yelled at right from the start.
Jared turns to look over his shoulder. He takes a second to look Jensen over, because this is not a view he gets every day so he appreciates the chance to see Jensen like that. All dressed up nicely and clean shaven. The designer jeans fit perfectly and the white button down just looks classy. It’s an outfit Jensen knows makes him look good and he knows how to work his looks but this time Jared knows it’s just for him and maybe even for the occasion.
Jared is equally dressed only that now he is pretty sure that he’ll have to go and get changed again before they can leave the house. Crawling through a house inhabited by two dogs isn’t really doing anything to keep his clothes from collecting every possible dog hair on the way, which is a pity because he knows the jeans he chose are clingy at all the right places.
Jared tries very hard not to shake his ass because that’s where Jensen’s eyes currently are stuck upon. The grin though he cannot keep hidden. Jensen, who looks up at the exact same moment, just rolls his eyes but doesn’t move away from door frame he is leaning against. He doesn’t say anything either but Jared knows he is enjoying the view.
“I am looking for my keys. Car keys to be exact.”
He can hear the smirk in Jensen’s voice but he refuses to turn around to see the smug expression he knows will be featured on the other’s face.
“Ah. That’s why you are late. And seeing that is the fourth time this week, don’t you think you should maybe keep them somewhere you don’t lose them?”
“Not helping right now Jen.”
“I am sorry. Want me to get down with you?”
“Uh.. What for?”
“Helping you search? Four eyes see more than two.”
“I had two pairs of eyes helping me and we didn’t find anything.”
“Oh. I am sorry for not counting the dogs. By the way they are passed out in the hallway; I think you drove them too hard in your quest to find vanished car keys. I feel sorry for them.”
“Jen, you love them as much as I do, so of course you feel sorry for them. Don’t make it sound as if it is a hardship for you to feel some compassion for those poor little souls.”
“Did you hit your head or something? You sound kind of crazy. Oh wait, not that is the status quo.”
“Still not helping, Jensen. Get down on your knees or fuck off already and leave me be.”
Jensen’s laugh makes him feel better, he even grins over his shoulder. He has been kind of frantic while looking for his keys and calming himself down has never been one of his fine tuned skills. He knows Jensen is still admiring the view but he doesn’t really mind. It’s actually making him a little proud of himself, that he is still able to catch Jensen’s focus and attention that easily, even after all the time they have spent together over the last three years.
“You know how much I like to get on my knees for you.” It is a really cheap line but Jared sometimes just needs Jensen to be like that. And this is a moment where he actually doesn’t mind cheap and silly banter. “But really Jay, where exactly should I be looking for your keys. Any idea, where you might have placed them?”
“Yes Jensen, I know exactly where I placed them, that’s why I have been going through the house on all four for an hour now. Really, no idea where they are. I was sure they’d be in the kitchen. I distinctly remember having them in my pants before someone ripped those off.”
Jensen’s snort throws him a bit. He has no idea why him remembering getting his jeans ripped off of him would be so funny. Especially now, considering the situation. He turns around, held up only by his elbows and looks at Jensen, frowning slightly. He can’t really read the look on Jensen’s face but he is pretty sure Jensen is trying not to crack up.
Jared follows Jensen’s hand with his eyes when he moves it up to scratch his neck. The gesture is so Jensen and Jared doesn’t even know when he started to expect it to show up every time Jensen is unsure of what to say or how to say it. It’s not that Jensen is predictable or anything, Jared just knows him this well. It scares him sometimes. But he thinks that Jensen feels the same so they are both in it, which makes him feel better. Just knowing he isn’t alone helps.
“Uhm Jay. I hate to interrupt you taking the house apart but that ripping off? It kinda took place in my kitchen? Last night, remember?”
It makes Jared sit up way too fast and without really looking where he is moving, which in retrospect might not have been one of the best ideas. He smacks his head hard on the overhanging edge of the kitchen table and promptly goes down backwards again. He is too stunned and probably a bit too dizzy to do anything for a few seconds. Then he manages to get his hand up to run over his forehead.
“Ow.”
“Jared? You alright?”
Jensen is right there. Under the table with him, moving in to lie next to him, patting softly on the hand to move it away. Jensen is looking down, slight frown in place and one finger tracing the little red patch where Jared hit his head. Jared has to smile at that because he knows that even if Jensen is not someone to show many emotions off-screen, he is never really able to hide how concerned he is about the people he cares about.
Jensen’s fingers move slowly over Jared’s skin, move strands of hair out of the way and skim over the bones to check for any damage. Jared thinks it’s a bit too much since he just slightly bumped his head and it’s not even bleeding or anything but he will do a hell to stop Jensen. It feels nice and the little throb he did feel had actually disappeared some seconds ago. He is about to close his eyes to enjoy the feeling of Jensen’s fingers a little more when Jensen speaks up again.
“Hey now, no falling asleep. You okay Jared? Come on, I know it’s not hard for you to speak”
Jared smiles because Jensen is right. No matter how bad he feels he usually still can talk. But feeling Jensen’s fingers trailing over his skin is calming him down and he needs that after the day he had so far. All he does though is nod and shrug a little. It’s not unusual for Jared to end up hurt during the course of a day; sometimes he even suspects Jensen and him are about to get used to it. Not that he really wants to make it a habit or something; it might be a little bit unhealthy and not productive for his aim to live a little longer.
“I am okay. Hurts a little but yeah… okay. No concussion or anything.”
“So you are a doctor now?” Jared snorts a little and just shakes his head.
Jensen is smiling though and Jared can’t help but return it. It should be weird, lying there under the kitchen table, well it was already weird enough when he moved under it on all fours, but Jared doesn’t really want to think about that right now. Jensen’s fingers are still skimming over his skin, drawing invisible lines all over his face, making him shudder and not because he is in pain or dizzy again. It doesn’t make it any easier for Jared to concentrate on the task at hand, which is actually making sure he is okay, then find the keys and maybe even manage to leave the house without digging a too deep grave for himself for being way, way too late. But then the lips placed right next to his ear make him shudder even more and it’s kind of not important anymore where he is.
He manages to answer Jensen though, which makes him slightly proud. The lips and fingers are really distracting. Jensen being so close is distracting but Jared doesn’t mind that. He loves Jensen like that, all calm and seductive but still caring. Always caring. “I actually do know how a concussion feels like and this wasn’t even close to being hard enough to cause any real harm. But thanks for being concerned.”
“Awww baby… Should I kiss it all better?” Right now Jared would like to have some part of his brain back to functioning beyond the processing of how it feels to have Jensen suddenly pressing close, hand worming under his shirt. Because if he had the ability to think straight, he would certainly try to whip off the smirk that is gracing Jensen’s admittingly gorgeous lips.
He instead just surges forward, catching Jensen off guard but still managing to lure him into a deep kiss. He has been wanting to do that since this morning when Jensen left him dozing in bed and took off to get to the airport. Jared nips at Jensen’s lip, tugs at it with his teeth and starts to lick into Jensen’s mouth, his own hand moving up to stroke through silky soft hair. The position though is a little awkward with them confined between the table legs and Jensen’s hand now trapped between their bodies so Jared shifts them and for a part of a second he is amazed how effortlessly he can manhandle Jensen. But he always could and Jensen always lets him.
“I take that as a yes.”
Jensen’s voice is muffled against his neck and Jared shivers a little at the sensation. He always had a thing for Jensen’s lips on his neck, it took him a while to get Jensen to stop doing it every time they were somewhere and he wanted to rile Jared up. But on every other occasion he has absolutely no objections to Jensen attaching his lips, tongue and teeth to Jared’s neck. There are few other things that turn him on that much and he is sure that Jensen is on the same line.
“You are in a playful mood today. What’s up with that?”
He is actually amazed that he can utter the words without so much as a slight hitch when the lips wander down a little to suck at his pulse joint. It really is unfair how Jensen always manages to get a statement across even if he isn’t saying a word.
“It’s a special day. And seeing you there on your knees and a little frantic… Dunno. Did things to me. You always do things to me but you knew that already. You don’t mind, do you?”
Jared doesn’t really have to answer; they both know what he will say, so he just cups Jensen by the neck and drags him up into another sloppy but deep kiss.
Jared doesn’t know how but Jensen manages to twist his hand he has under the shirt so that said shirt almost comes up to Jared’s neck leaving the wide expanse of skin exposed for Jensen to kiss and lick. Jared isn’t much for metaphors or even thinking while trying to get naked but those kisses feel like fire on his skin. Looking down, seeing the tongue flicker over his nipples, not only feeling it but actually having the visual as well, he can’t help thinking ‘scorching hot, Jensen is scorching hot like this’. It is like the gasp that is a direct result of having his nipples sucked happens in another time or dimension, Jared is not really aware of anything besides Jensen.
Jensen, Jensen’s lips and tongue, Jensen’s hands on him and him saying Jensen’s name over and over again. It’s his whole world, his whole focus. They wriggle around, grind into each other which cause similar groans and finally end up with Jensen almost on top of Jared, lips still attached to skin, hands working on buttons and zipper.
And Jared thinks he might have lost a few seconds between the hands on the zipper and the actual removing of clothes, because Jensen’s lips are on his thighs then and Jared actually can’t think anything more coherent than ‘Oh please’ and ‘Yeah, right there’.
Jensen loves to kiss and suckle on his skin, he knows that. Jensen also loves to bite and nibble the spots he just kissed. He still jumps a little when teeth sink into his inner thigh and a sudden chill runs down his spine. Jared is straining not to buck up, seeking friction, needing it. His dick, hard and hot, is being ignored by Jensen and he isn’t sure if he can’t stand it any longer. It’s torture. Pure and hot. And oh so good.
Lying there under the kitchen table with his hand clutching one of the table legs and the other hand running through Jensen’s hair is oddly erotic. Pants and boxers around his ankles Jared feels the tiles of the kitchen floor against his heated skin, sending even more shivers up his spine, making him moan deep in his throat. Gripping on to Jared’s hip Jensen just smiles against his skin, lips moving sure and towards driving Jared close to the edge. Jensen licks slowly along the skin, sucks small bruises into the thigh while nosing the fine hairs as he moves upwards.
The small licks and kisses that are layered on him have Jared sigh, moan and grabbing on to the table leg a little more. The touches feel hot and cold at the same time, maybe a little like running lava. Lava on even hotter skin. Goose bumps, waves of pleasure, rainbow colours behind his eyelids, all that is singing through him. Gaining intensity with every lick and kiss of Jensen’s lips.
Jared can’t help it, he has to watch. Has to. Jensen is working his way up one thigh, tracing the same way with his hand on the other leg. Jared feels lips working higher, reaching the hip, tracing the bone and then moving in closer until Jensen’s nose is rubbing against the base of Jared’s cock. It shocks a groan out of him. Anticipation is killing him. He cannot not watch. He knows it will be soon too much. He doesn’t care. He is close. So close. The table leg is painfully digging into his hand but all he wants is Jensen on his dick. All he wants is to come.
"Oh damn..." He can’t stop the moan, can’t really control the rocking of his hips when Jensen finally… oh god, finally takes him in.
Jensen lips are sinking oh so slowly down, inch by inch, making both of them moan, making Jensen lift his eyes to look up Jared’s body, to lock eyes. Green is all Jared sees, deep green eyes full of desire, lust and yes, love. Jared lies there, one hand in Jensen’s hair, the other thrown wide to hold onto the table leg to keep from coming. He wants to draw it out; he wants to keep himself on the edge as long as possible. He feels like he is about to explode.
It’s hard for Jared not to writhe or moan too loudly, but then he remembers where they are, that it doesn’t matter how loud he is. He is sure he almost growls when Jensen’s teeth grace the sensitive skin on the underside of his cock. It’s almost too much again. He has to bite back a strangled shout, fists Jensen’s hair in a way he is pretty sure must hurt but he can’t stop, can’t relax his grip. Jensen just slightly pats Jared’s hip with one hand and grabs his thigh with the other to make him open his legs a little wider.
Jared gives up every pretence of self control and just lets himself go, closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy and relish the feeling of Jensen working him. It’s more than just the moment of release he seeks, it’s the heat he loves to feel, the knowledge that Jensen loves it too. Loves it so much that Jared stopped trying to make it up to him afterwards, because most of the times Jensen doesn’t need him to.
Currents of pleasure zing through his body, making him buck up almost throwing Jensen off. He knows he is close. He wants more. So much more. Wants to feel Jensen sucking the life out of him, wants to lose control and give it all up for Jensen to take.
“Jen…. Jensen. Jen.” The mantra comes easy; he doesn’t even know it’s him doing all the noise. The grunt around his cock makes him falter a little, makes him squint down. Jensen though doesn’t look annoyed rather than amused. The green eyes are sparkling, irises blown wide, a smirk plays around his lips and he is humming while moving up and down Jared’s cock with one hand placed on the base of it. Jared is gone.
And then Jensen backs off and gives him a smirk Jared kind of doesn’t want to see right now. It almost makes him come right then and there. He might hate Jensen a little bit for it. Jensen is licking his lips slowly, tasting Jared, watching him. Jensen is a fucking tease and he knows it, Jared growls again, wants it to be more and parts his legs as much as he can. The smirk is still there but Jensen seems to be lost in the sight of Jared all splayed out for him. All Jared is able to do is bite back a moan, his body gone boneless and unresisting under Jensen. It excites him, being controlled like that, being worked. He enjoys it, loves it even. Loves Jensen doing that to him. When Jensen moves over him again it is as if someone dosed him in a bucket of ice water.
Jensen has been holding him on the brink for a while now which intensifies everything tenfold. Sneaky bastard. But Jared is way too out of it to even think about uttering a curse. He moans loudly instead, moves his hips to get Jensen to loosen the grip and almost shouts when a finger joins his cock in Jensen’s mouth.
He is too focused on not coming that he doesn’t quite notice when the finger vanishes again and the sucking increases. It’s only when Jensen starts slowly stroking over his hole that he gets it again. Shifting his hips to get more pressure from the finger that just slightly presses forward, massaging the skin, Jared actually forces Jensen back off again. He is so close he can taste it, can feel it pulsing through his body. Everything throbs oh so good. His skin is crawling, drawing close to his bones. He is arching his back, aching for it, driving himself deeper into Jensen’s mouth, seeking more friction, more contact with the finger still stroking him.
And then Jensen just sucks harder, moves faster.
“Oh Fuck me… Jen.”
And it’s Jensen’s teeth gracing him, creating just the right balance of pain and pleasure that cracks him. He feels the sparks more than see them. His eyes are closed so tightly that it’s an all-black and nothing else. The waves start in his groin, move through his body, a current of hot and cold and too much. Way too much to hold it in for any longer.
“Too.. too much. Jen. More.”
The second his orgasm hits full force he feels Jensen draw back a bit and then suck even harder. And Jared shouts. Comes hard and grips Jensen tight.
The thumb pressed against him, almost inside, drives Jared crazy, makes him frantic, breaths stuck in his throat, sweat pools along his spine. Pleasure is shooting through every nerve, every cell and Jensen takes it all. Loves to take it and Jared lets him, because it’s all too good, too great, too intense. And it’s just perfect in its own. Perfect in their world.
Jared feels himself flop back down onto the tiles, twitching as Jensen strokes him through the aftershocks. In moments like this, coming like he hasn’t in a while, Jared understands again why it’s called little death. And really if dying feels like this he would happily grow old and go like that. It would only be half as scary with Jensen there and him coming his brains out like that. Everything goes white then.
***
Boneless and satisfied. That’s what he feels when he comes around. Jensen halfway on top of him, nails scratching slightly over his exposed belly makes him sigh and take a deep breath. It always amazes Jared how Jensen knows exactly how to mix pleasure and pain the right way and when Jared needs what. Right now all Jared needs is this, Jensen at his side and as close as he can have him.
Jared lets his fingers tangle in Jensen’s sweat soaked hair, tugs him even closer, just to be able to feel the heartbeat against his own and to bury his nose somewhere on the top of Jensen’s head. Jensen doesn’t stop the slight scratching but he lifts his head and just moves so that they are kissing again. It makes Jared shiver and twitch and moan into Jensen’s mouth.
“Hey you.” Lips are close to his ear again after they break apart, hand still moving over his belly inching towards his hip intention clear. Jensen doesn’t even think about doing anything else but this for the foreseeable future and Jared can’t say he isn’t with the plan. It’s better than going after vanished keys anyway.
It’s almost as if Jensen is actually snuggling, not that he would ever admit to doing such things. Jared smiles, moves his head and kisses Jensen gently on the forehead, on the nose and then captures full soft lips again with his teeth. No urgency behind the kisses anymore, just a way to calm down and to feel close. A way to feel connected and grounded. Jared loves kissing, could and would spend days just doing that if it was possible.
“Hey… how long was I out?”
“Just a minute or so. Not long.”
“Are you...I mean…do you want me to...”
The laugh rocks through both of them, brings their bodies closer and Jared is instantly aware of the slightly damp patch of jeans thigh where Jensen’s legs are entangled with his and Jensen’s groin pressed against his thigh. He snorts, kisses Jensen again and shakes his head not caring about the goofy grin spreading over his face. This is them. Simple as it is in moments like this. But he still wants to know what brought it on.
“That was intense. Where did that come from?”
“What? You complaining?”
“No. Just curious.”
Jensen actually shrugs; Jared feels the movement of shoulders against him and the muscles of Jensen’s back under his hand. He is pretty sure that if he looked down he would see a slight blush on Jensen’s cheeks and that this would certainly not be from what they just did.
“I told you, special day. And seeing you there. I just couldn’t help it.”
“Uhuh, and what else?”
“I was horribly horny all day, okay? It’s just that…oh God that sounds so…cheesy. Man, special day and I didn’t really want to spend it sitting in an artsy restaurant, all twitchy and wanting you and our parents being there to see it.”
“Oh God. We’ll be horribly late right?”
“Uhm, I might have kind of told your parents and mine not to wait up on us after I realised I had both your car keys. Kinda a chance to get away… I mean… uhm yeah… “
Jared looks at Jensen with a sense of understanding. Jensen knew he had both keys when he came looking for Jared, he knew what Jared was doing all along and didn’t say a word until he had Jared where he wanted him. Again Jared is amazed and maybe a little miffed at Jensen for not calling and saving him all the trouble and the frantic house raid or the dogs being all traumatized now. But for the hell of it he can’t be angry. Because this is certainly a nice way to spend a special day.
“You’ve been really horny huh?”
“God yes, since this morning.”
“Your own fault for leaving so early.”
“Well, yeah…. But someone had to get the parents and get them into the hotel. Which that someone did, and by the way you owe me for that; only to realize that he had both sets of car keys. So that someone postponed lunch with both set of parents to tomorrow to get home and watch his boyfriend go through the kitchen on all fours. And dude, are we really lying under the kitchen table?”
“Uhm, we had sex under the kitchen table.”
“That’s kinda weird. Even for us.”
Jared snorts and they are just looking at each other before they both crack. It is a tad bit weird but it is hot as well and Jared doesn’t really want to move anyway.
“So we have the rest of the day to ourselves? No lunch? No sightseeing? Nothing?”
“Nothing.”
“Great. We can spend the day we met for the first time with whatever we want to do now, right? So… how about the bedroom?”
“Hell yes.”
Jared sees it coming and is about to yank Jensen back down when it is already too late. All he manages to do is to shout “Jen!” But before he can do anything more to prevent it or to keep his grip on Jensen’s shirt Jensen is up and pushing. The following smack makes Jared wince in sympathy and hold his arms out for Jensen to sink back down.
“Ow. Fuck.”
“You okay.”
“Yeah.”
“I can kiss it better.”
“Yes please. Not here though.”
“So I guess that’s the last time we did it here, huh?”
“Damn straight. We both can do without any more hits to the head. Really.”
Jensen rubs the sore spot and squeaks a little in surprise when Jared just pulls him back down against his chest and kisses him thoroughly.
“Happy anniversary.”
“To you, too.”
So maybe, this day isn’t so bad after all and Jared will not be killed any time soon and certainly not by Jensen.