FIC, The One Where Jensen Wears a Skirt and Jared Takes Him to a Motel and Fucks Him, NC-17
Title: The One Where Jensen Wears a Skirt and Jared Takes Him to a Motel and Fucks Him
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,614 words
Warnings: Crossdressing, bottom!Jensen, manhandling, sex with clothes still on, wanton panty destruction, rimming, some dirty-talk, barebacking
Author’s Note: This was supposed to be a drabble. o_O Also, big thank-you’s for the lovely and supportive comments of the people on my flist who had a sneak-peek of this. <333
Disclaimer: As far as I know, Jensen and Jared own each other themselves each other.
Jared hikes Jensen’s leg up over his hip once they’re in the room-pins Jensen against the motel door and Jensen grunts a little when he does it, dull thud of his body against the wood and Jared’s already snaking his hand up under Jensen’s skirt, rough lace scratching at his fingertips and Jensen’s been hard for an hour already: the soft satin at his crotch is damp and sticky with precome, sloppy with it, and Jared rubs his knuckles against that messy bit of cloth and says, “So wet for me baby; slick, like a girl-like my girl, aren’t you baby? Want me to fuck you, want me to fill you up?” and Jensen squirms and says, “Dude, ’m not-aw shit, shit, fuck, don’t you dare stop doing that-’m not actually a girl, jackass,” and Jared smirks and says, “Pretty enough for it,” and then kisses him, swivels his hand on Jensen’s cock in this fucking amazing impossible awesome way that makes Jensen’s hips jerk like he’s been zapped with a fucking live-wire, and while Jensen’s distracted with that Jared hoists his other leg up and hauls him to the bed.
Jensen’s on his back looking halfway fucked already, skirt rucked up around his waist and Jared’s fumbling at his zipper, thump of his belt on the grungy coarse carpet and his pants and underwear pushed down just enough that the thick length of his cock juts out pink and flushed against his abdomen, and Jensen says, “Fuck, Jay-such a big fucker, aren’t you? Big fuckin’ boy, gonna get that big cock of yours all in me?” and Jared’s cock throbs; his hands rip the slinky fabric of Jensen’s underwear as he pulls them, and Jensen chuckles and says, “No, leave ’em-leave ’em there,” when they’re halfway down his thighs and rolls over onto his stomach: gets up onto all fours, ass thrust up in the air, knees spread out as far as they’ll go with the panties still on and the material is going to leave red marks, Jared just knows it, and then he says, “Well, are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna fuck me?”, and Jared doesn’t need telling twice.
Jared leans forward and licks, one long swipe of his tongue along Jensen’s asshole and Jensen says, “The fuck-!” and tries to squirm away but Jared’s got his hips held tight in his hands and he’s not letting go.
“Just let me,” says Jared. “Please?” and Jensen drops down to his elbows and murmurs, “Fine, just-fine,” and grabs the comforter like he’s hurting when Jared puts his mouth on him again: obscene imitation of a kiss, Jared’s lips pressed to the tight curl of Jensen’s asshole, his tongue soft and wet on that sensitive skin and just when Jensen starts to relax, gets used to it, Jared gets more insistent: wiggles his tongue deep down, makes Jensen tense, and Jared’s hands are warm and reassuring on Jensen’s flanks, Jared’s saliva dribbling wet paths down Jensen’s perineum and to his balls; the creases of his thighs.
Jensen makes a noise-a short, shaky little exhale, surprised-when Jared eases a dry finger in alongside his tongue. Jared pulls away, wipes the back of his unoccupied hand against his mouth and says, “You okay?” and Jensen says, “Yeah,” raw: not sounding like himself at all.
“You sure?” says Jared. “I’m not-hurting you, am I?” and Jensen says, “Fuck, Jay, I like it, I like. I like your tongue in my ass, okay? I would have stopped you by now if I didn’t,” and presses his forehead to the bed, and Jared can see the flush spreading out over Jensen’s body, pink sear of heat bleeding over into the pale skin at the back of Jensen’s neck.
And that’s it for Jared, that’s all the teasing he can take and he needs to be inside of Jensen right now, needs to spread him open on his cock, fuck him till they’re both senseless with it, wrung out.
“Gonna-” says Jared, and Jensen says, “Yeah, yeah,” and Jared gropes at the pocket of his pants and comes up with a little bottle of lube and two condoms. He puts the condoms back.
“Gonna fuck you so good, make you come,” says Jared; pops the lid up with his thumb and Jensen shudders when Jared’s middle finger slides cool and slippery into his ass-touches him (oh) just right, just like Jensen likes to be touched, the flutter of sensation against his prostate making Jensen shout, arch his goddamn spine like he’s trying to break it, and Jared pushes another finger in, relentless, working Jensen open hard and fast.
“Fuck, now, want it now, I can take it-” says Jensen, and Jared growls when he takes his fingers out of Jensen’s body and fists his cock-doesn’t know where that came from, doesn’t care-and then he’s yanking Jensen down and back towards the edge of the bed, holding Jensen steady with one hand and nudging into him with the blunt head of his cock, and,and,and, fuck, it’s so good and so tight, too tight, not enough lube and Jensen’s asshole is clenching down around him so Jared slides all the way out and grabs the bottle from where he dropped it on the bedspread: drizzles a thick puddle of it out onto his palm and slicks himself up and tries again, and this time he gets all the way in.
“Motherfuck, goddamn,” says Jensen when Jared’s balls slap damp and soft against his ass, Jared enveloped in Jensen’s body as far as he can go.
“So-much-c-can hardly-fit it,” says Jensen, teeth clenched ’cause he’s still new to this, has only ever given this to Jared, and Jared hunches over Jensen’s back and holds steady and tries not to move, not to come, doesn’t know how long that lasts before Jensen’s finally, finally saying, “Okay, you can-” and Jared’s fucking him before he can finish the sentence, pistoning his hips and Jensen says, “Jay,” and tilts his body back against him, tries to open his legs, get Jared deeper than he already is, but he can’t, the panties are in the way so Jared tears them the rest of the way off, one swift jerk and they’re gone, and Jensen laughs, breathless; says, “Shit, what’d they ever do to you?” and Jared smirks and says, “Well I kinda wanted to do this-” and pulls out, turns Jensen over onto his back and hooks Jensen’s knees over his shoulders and Jensen says, “Oh,” and then Jared’s back in him and Jensen’s pulling Jared down by his shirtfront for a kiss: messy-open, spit-slick.
Jared rocks his hips, smooth slide in-and-out, yielding heat of Jensen’s body gripping him so sweet, taking everything, and Jared braces his weight on one hand and works the other one up under Jensen’s ass and pushes-titling him just right-and his arms strain but it’s so worth it when Jensen shouts, head thrown back, his cock rubbing against Jared’s belly and the buttons of his shirt and Jared keeps hitting that spot and Jensen moans, shudders; drags his fingers through Jared’s hair and kisses him again, says, “You like me like this, Jay? Huh? Like it when I get dressed up all pretty for you, gonna dirty me up?” and Jared bites that pouty bottom lip, soothes it with a kiss, says, “Baby, I’mma fuck you so hard you won’t even know your own name. Not even gonna touch you, gonna make you come just like this,” and eases Jensen’s legs down till they wrap around his waist and Jensen says, “Promises, promises,” and then says nothing at all because the bedpost is slapping against the wall-smack of wood on plaster, bedsprings squealing and Jensen fists his fingers into the coverlet and Jared screws into him so deep and perfect that for a moment he can’t breathe.
“Fuck,” says Jared, fingers splayed out on either side of Jensen’s shoulders and he pushes in and still in and says, “Christ, Jensen, so fuckin’ pretty, don’t even-don’t even know it, do you-so tight, baby, oh,ohfuck,” and Jensen says, “Just-like-that, like-yeah, likethatJared, fuck me, c’mon,” and the headboard thwaps against the wall-again-again-again-and Jared drills against that one.beautiful.spot in Jensen’s body that makes Jensen writhe and hold Jared tight against him and make this soft little indescribable noise, and when Jared says, “Mine,” low against his throat and then bites him, Jensen loses it, lets go; comes all over himself and Jared, too-body so hot, squeezing, and Jared thrusts into him and gasps, grunts, so close and he can’t, he’s almost, and Jensen puts a hand on his back and rubs small circles into the fabric pulled taunt against knots of broad, bunched muscle and says, all slurred and pleased, “C’mon baby, wanna feel it, want your spunk all hot and slippery in my ass, Jay, fill me up real good,” and Jared jacks his hips forward a few times, stuttery-quick, and his face crumples and he comes, pulses two, three times wet in Jensen’s body, pressed so close that he can feel Jensen’s heartbeat throbbing warm under his chest.
Jared slumps forward, rubber-kneed, and Jensen groans but doesn’t bother to push him off until a few minutes later (“Dude, I can’t breathe”) and Jared grudgingly shuffles backwards (his cock slides out of Jensen’s asshole with a slick, squelchy pop; drags against the inner crease of Jensen’s thigh) and he flops down next to Jensen on the bed, shoulder-to-shoulder.
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,614 words
Warnings: Crossdressing, bottom!Jensen, manhandling, sex with clothes still on, wanton panty destruction, rimming, some dirty-talk, barebacking
Author’s Note: This was supposed to be a drabble. o_O Also, big thank-you’s for the lovely and supportive comments of the people on my flist who had a sneak-peek of this. <333
Disclaimer: As far as I know, Jensen and Jared own each other themselves each other.
Jared hikes Jensen’s leg up over his hip once they’re in the room-pins Jensen against the motel door and Jensen grunts a little when he does it, dull thud of his body against the wood and Jared’s already snaking his hand up under Jensen’s skirt, rough lace scratching at his fingertips and Jensen’s been hard for an hour already: the soft satin at his crotch is damp and sticky with precome, sloppy with it, and Jared rubs his knuckles against that messy bit of cloth and says, “So wet for me baby; slick, like a girl-like my girl, aren’t you baby? Want me to fuck you, want me to fill you up?” and Jensen squirms and says, “Dude, ’m not-aw shit, shit, fuck, don’t you dare stop doing that-’m not actually a girl, jackass,” and Jared smirks and says, “Pretty enough for it,” and then kisses him, swivels his hand on Jensen’s cock in this fucking amazing impossible awesome way that makes Jensen’s hips jerk like he’s been zapped with a fucking live-wire, and while Jensen’s distracted with that Jared hoists his other leg up and hauls him to the bed.
Jensen’s on his back looking halfway fucked already, skirt rucked up around his waist and Jared’s fumbling at his zipper, thump of his belt on the grungy coarse carpet and his pants and underwear pushed down just enough that the thick length of his cock juts out pink and flushed against his abdomen, and Jensen says, “Fuck, Jay-such a big fucker, aren’t you? Big fuckin’ boy, gonna get that big cock of yours all in me?” and Jared’s cock throbs; his hands rip the slinky fabric of Jensen’s underwear as he pulls them, and Jensen chuckles and says, “No, leave ’em-leave ’em there,” when they’re halfway down his thighs and rolls over onto his stomach: gets up onto all fours, ass thrust up in the air, knees spread out as far as they’ll go with the panties still on and the material is going to leave red marks, Jared just knows it, and then he says, “Well, are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna fuck me?”, and Jared doesn’t need telling twice.
Jared leans forward and licks, one long swipe of his tongue along Jensen’s asshole and Jensen says, “The fuck-!” and tries to squirm away but Jared’s got his hips held tight in his hands and he’s not letting go.
“Just let me,” says Jared. “Please?” and Jensen drops down to his elbows and murmurs, “Fine, just-fine,” and grabs the comforter like he’s hurting when Jared puts his mouth on him again: obscene imitation of a kiss, Jared’s lips pressed to the tight curl of Jensen’s asshole, his tongue soft and wet on that sensitive skin and just when Jensen starts to relax, gets used to it, Jared gets more insistent: wiggles his tongue deep down, makes Jensen tense, and Jared’s hands are warm and reassuring on Jensen’s flanks, Jared’s saliva dribbling wet paths down Jensen’s perineum and to his balls; the creases of his thighs.
Jensen makes a noise-a short, shaky little exhale, surprised-when Jared eases a dry finger in alongside his tongue. Jared pulls away, wipes the back of his unoccupied hand against his mouth and says, “You okay?” and Jensen says, “Yeah,” raw: not sounding like himself at all.
“You sure?” says Jared. “I’m not-hurting you, am I?” and Jensen says, “Fuck, Jay, I like it, I like. I like your tongue in my ass, okay? I would have stopped you by now if I didn’t,” and presses his forehead to the bed, and Jared can see the flush spreading out over Jensen’s body, pink sear of heat bleeding over into the pale skin at the back of Jensen’s neck.
And that’s it for Jared, that’s all the teasing he can take and he needs to be inside of Jensen right now, needs to spread him open on his cock, fuck him till they’re both senseless with it, wrung out.
“Gonna-” says Jared, and Jensen says, “Yeah, yeah,” and Jared gropes at the pocket of his pants and comes up with a little bottle of lube and two condoms. He puts the condoms back.
“Gonna fuck you so good, make you come,” says Jared; pops the lid up with his thumb and Jensen shudders when Jared’s middle finger slides cool and slippery into his ass-touches him (oh) just right, just like Jensen likes to be touched, the flutter of sensation against his prostate making Jensen shout, arch his goddamn spine like he’s trying to break it, and Jared pushes another finger in, relentless, working Jensen open hard and fast.
“Fuck, now, want it now, I can take it-” says Jensen, and Jared growls when he takes his fingers out of Jensen’s body and fists his cock-doesn’t know where that came from, doesn’t care-and then he’s yanking Jensen down and back towards the edge of the bed, holding Jensen steady with one hand and nudging into him with the blunt head of his cock, and,and,and, fuck, it’s so good and so tight, too tight, not enough lube and Jensen’s asshole is clenching down around him so Jared slides all the way out and grabs the bottle from where he dropped it on the bedspread: drizzles a thick puddle of it out onto his palm and slicks himself up and tries again, and this time he gets all the way in.
“Motherfuck, goddamn,” says Jensen when Jared’s balls slap damp and soft against his ass, Jared enveloped in Jensen’s body as far as he can go.
“So-much-c-can hardly-fit it,” says Jensen, teeth clenched ’cause he’s still new to this, has only ever given this to Jared, and Jared hunches over Jensen’s back and holds steady and tries not to move, not to come, doesn’t know how long that lasts before Jensen’s finally, finally saying, “Okay, you can-” and Jared’s fucking him before he can finish the sentence, pistoning his hips and Jensen says, “Jay,” and tilts his body back against him, tries to open his legs, get Jared deeper than he already is, but he can’t, the panties are in the way so Jared tears them the rest of the way off, one swift jerk and they’re gone, and Jensen laughs, breathless; says, “Shit, what’d they ever do to you?” and Jared smirks and says, “Well I kinda wanted to do this-” and pulls out, turns Jensen over onto his back and hooks Jensen’s knees over his shoulders and Jensen says, “Oh,” and then Jared’s back in him and Jensen’s pulling Jared down by his shirtfront for a kiss: messy-open, spit-slick.
Jared rocks his hips, smooth slide in-and-out, yielding heat of Jensen’s body gripping him so sweet, taking everything, and Jared braces his weight on one hand and works the other one up under Jensen’s ass and pushes-titling him just right-and his arms strain but it’s so worth it when Jensen shouts, head thrown back, his cock rubbing against Jared’s belly and the buttons of his shirt and Jared keeps hitting that spot and Jensen moans, shudders; drags his fingers through Jared’s hair and kisses him again, says, “You like me like this, Jay? Huh? Like it when I get dressed up all pretty for you, gonna dirty me up?” and Jared bites that pouty bottom lip, soothes it with a kiss, says, “Baby, I’mma fuck you so hard you won’t even know your own name. Not even gonna touch you, gonna make you come just like this,” and eases Jensen’s legs down till they wrap around his waist and Jensen says, “Promises, promises,” and then says nothing at all because the bedpost is slapping against the wall-smack of wood on plaster, bedsprings squealing and Jensen fists his fingers into the coverlet and Jared screws into him so deep and perfect that for a moment he can’t breathe.
“Fuck,” says Jared, fingers splayed out on either side of Jensen’s shoulders and he pushes in and still in and says, “Christ, Jensen, so fuckin’ pretty, don’t even-don’t even know it, do you-so tight, baby, oh,ohfuck,” and Jensen says, “Just-like-that, like-yeah, likethatJared, fuck me, c’mon,” and the headboard thwaps against the wall-again-again-again-and Jared drills against that one.beautiful.spot in Jensen’s body that makes Jensen writhe and hold Jared tight against him and make this soft little indescribable noise, and when Jared says, “Mine,” low against his throat and then bites him, Jensen loses it, lets go; comes all over himself and Jared, too-body so hot, squeezing, and Jared thrusts into him and gasps, grunts, so close and he can’t, he’s almost, and Jensen puts a hand on his back and rubs small circles into the fabric pulled taunt against knots of broad, bunched muscle and says, all slurred and pleased, “C’mon baby, wanna feel it, want your spunk all hot and slippery in my ass, Jay, fill me up real good,” and Jared jacks his hips forward a few times, stuttery-quick, and his face crumples and he comes, pulses two, three times wet in Jensen’s body, pressed so close that he can feel Jensen’s heartbeat throbbing warm under his chest.
Jared slumps forward, rubber-kneed, and Jensen groans but doesn’t bother to push him off until a few minutes later (“Dude, I can’t breathe”) and Jared grudgingly shuffles backwards (his cock slides out of Jensen’s asshole with a slick, squelchy pop; drags against the inner crease of Jensen’s thigh) and he flops down next to Jensen on the bed, shoulder-to-shoulder.