Hot Like This - J2 - NC17 - Sequel to Jensen's Not So Secret Crush.
Written for relativity1953's June 1 prompt: When it gets hot like this, you know what I do? I keep my undies in the icebox!
Beta, as always, the lovely ames1010. I'm overworking you sweetheart. :0)
Dedicated to saya415 because she rocks my socks at the moment.
Also... This is a drabble people, a drabble. *nods* So please don't mind that it's 2218 words, because it's still a drabble if I say so. :0P
Sequel to Jensen's Not So Secret Crush.
I might be grumpy at the moment, but never doubt that I love YOU!
Feel free to point people over if you think they should read. :0) I'm not x-posting this other than to jeyhawk_fic! (Might do a round up for the comms eventually, depends on how I feel about it.)
”When it gets hot like this, you know what I do? I keep my undies in the icebox.”
Jared cracked an eye open, giving Jensen and incredulous look. “I don’t actually know what’s worse, the fact that you keep your underwear in my icebox, or that you actually just called them undies. You are such a girl sometimes.”
Jensen reached out with his arm, hitting Jared square in the chest. Since it was really too hot for moving, though, he let it stay there. “I didn’t hear you complaining about that last night,” he remarked, keeping his eyes closed against the glare of the sun.
Jared chuckled, his chest heaving under Jensen’s hand. “Have you ever heard me complain about anything when I got my cock up your ass?”
Jensen turned his head to look at him. “Only all the time. Faster… not like that… yeah… just move a little to the…”
“That’s not complaints,” Jared said. “That’s encouragement.”
“Hmpf.”
Jensen rolled over to his stomach, wincing when the blanket-covered grass chafed against his chest. He’d been lying on his back for too long again and Jared was going to chew him a new one when he noticed the pink tint to his skin. It was Jared's own fault really; Jensen’s delicate freckled skin couldn’t keep up with Jared's favourite pastime of basking in the sun.
“This is nice,” Jared said, and Jensen hummed in agreement. He would, of course, have preferred to lounge in the shade instead, but Jared liked the sun, so Jensen stayed in the sun.
In half an hour or so he would use the pinkish tint to his skin to move them onto the lounge chairs on the back porch, but until then he was content to just lie next to Jared, listening to his steady breaths and the random music reaching their ears from the stereo in the living room. Renting a house for a couple of weeks was the best idea Jared ever had and Jensen wished it could always be like this.
Just the two of them, and the dogs, of course, cooking together, sleeping together, eating together, showering together, practically going to the loo together. Not having to worry about other people, cameras or appearances, just enjoying each other’s company twenty-four hours a day. Sure they shared a house back in Vancouver, too, and yeah, people knew that they were in a relationship, but up there they were working the longest days in the mother-fucking world, and they still had to keep up appearances.
“You’re looking pink,” Jared remarked sometime later, sliding a hand over Jensen’s sweaty, practically glowing back.
“Yeah,” Jensen admitted, arching into Jared's touch, despite the fact that it burned on his irritated skin.
“We should move to the shade.”
“Yeah.”
Jensen groggily got to his feet, his head spinning slightly from the sun overdose. He wasn’t normally much of a sunbather since he didn’t tan as much as he freckled, but lounging in the sun with Jared was nice. He was getting a quite appealing cream-caramel tint, too, despite the fact that Jared rubbed him down with sunscreen for infants that made him look like an albino before it finally sank into his skin.
Jared took one look at him in the shade of the living room before starting the rant Jensen had known was coming, about freckles and skin cancer and the dangers of the sun. There might have been something about the ozone layer, too, before Jensen cut him off with a kiss.
“You better get the cooling lotion,” he said when they broke apart and Jared frowned for all of a second before taking off for the bathroom.
Jensen walked out on the back porch to wait, folding the lounge chair down until it was entirely flat. He lay down on his stomach, petting Harley absently when the big dog came padding over with his tongue hanging out.
Once the sun had set and the temperature had gone down to bearable, they would take the dogs for a walk on the nearby beach. Until then, they were more than happy with sleeping in the shade, taking occasional walks in the garden to relieve themselves.
Jensen had almost fallen asleep when Jared came back, the heat making him lethargic. Jared was carrying a tray stacked with varied goodies that he set down on the table between the lounge chairs. Jensen watched as Jared wrapped his hands around the pitcher of fruit punch that was perspiring in the heat, before Jared sat down on the edge of Jensen’s chair, putting his icy hands on Jensen’s shoulder blades.
“Mmmff,” Jensen complained when the sudden cold made him break out in goose bumps all over.
“Shut up,” Jared murmured. “You know you like it.”
Jensen didn’t answer, because of course he liked it. He always liked having Jared's gigantic hands on him, no matter the situation. Jared snapped the cap off the cooling lotion and it sounded enough like the opening of a tube of lube for Jensen to grow instantly hard. He would give Pavlov and his dogs a run for their money for sure, instant hard on at the opening of any tube with a snap cap.
He made a displeased sound when Jared dripped some lotion onto his burning back, but it turned into one of pleasure as soon as Jared's hands joined the fluid, rubbing the soothing cream into his irritated skin. His hips twitched, rubbing his erection against the cushion and Jared chuckled.
“I’m barely touching you,” he said.
“You got your hands on my naked back,” Jensen answered. “That’s pretty hot.”
“You know what else would be pretty hot?”
“No.”
Jared leaned over Jensen, pressing his damp chest against Jensen’s back and kissing the top of Jensen’s visible ear.
“Me lounging in the chair over there with you in my lap, preferably balls deep in your ass.”
Jared's weight disappeared from his back, and when Jensen finally managed to get his mind out of the gutter, Jared was already sitting naked on the second lounge chair, legs stretched out before him and impressive erection curling towards his stomach.
Jensen got up from his chair and chucked his shorts down his legs, proving that even if he did keep his boxers in the icebox, he wasn’t exactly using them. Jared grinned at him and licked his lips.
“I don’t know how,” he said, “but you’re actually hotter than the weather.”
Jensen laughed and crawled onto his lap, sliding down so that Jared's cock was riding the cleft of his ass. Jared pulled him in for a kiss by sliding an arm around his neck and Jensen went willingly, opening his mouth against Jared's and tasting the fruit punch he must have drunk while in the kitchen. It actually tasted quite good and if he hadn’t been busy making out with Jared, he would have taken a glass.
One of Jared's hands reached out, fumbling around the tray until he found what he was looking for and the snap of the cap made Jensen’s cock twitch. Somehow Jared managed to slick his fingers one handed, and soon two of them were sliding into Jensen’s tight body.
“Mmmmm,” Jensen moaned happily, pressing down on the fingers sliding into him. Their relationship might have had a pretty shaky start when it came to the sex part, but practice had made perfect.
“You look so hot fucking yourself with on my fingers,” Jared said, his voice heavy with arousal. “So goddamned hot.”
Jared easily added a third finger and Jensen groaned when they brushed over his prostate, pushing down harder on Jared's fingers.
“You think you’re ready?” Jared asked. “Cause I can’t fucking wait to be inside of you.”
“Yeah,” Jensen groaned. “God, yeah.”
He waited impatiently while Jared slicked his cock, showering Jared's face and shoulders with kisses and cat nips, until Jared's hands closed on his hips. Licking his lips, he reached down to keep Jared's cock steady while he slid down, unable to stop himself from sliding his fist up and down the hot-slick organ a couple of times.
“Jen,” Jared groaned. “Don’t fucking tease me.”
Biting his lower lip, Jensen slid down until Jared's cock was pressing against his opening, before pushing down roughly.
“Easy,” Jared chided, his grip on Jensen’s hips tightening and Jensen’s breath hitched. Jared's protectiveness never failed to get to him, turning him all mushy inside.
A keening little sound escaped him as he sat back down, taking Jared to the hilt and his fingers dug into Jared's tanned shoulders.
“That’s mah boy,” Jared whispered, giving Jensen a series of tiny kisses. “So fucking hot. Love you.”
“Yeah,” Jensen sighed, pressing his face against Jared's neck. “Just… give me a second.”
“Always, babe,” Jared assured him, running his fingers over Jensen’s back. “However many seconds you need.”
Jensen pressed his lips against Jared neck, inhaling the coconut scent of his sunscreen. Sometimes he was so scared that the bubble would burst and he would be alone again, missing Jared so much it hurt. Even after half a year of being boyfriends and living together, he still thought Jared could up and leave him at any minute.
“Love you,” he murmured against Jared's skin. “God, I love you.”
Jared made him lift his head and they both groaned when the slight movement made Jared's cock shift inside of him.
“Baby,” Jared said softly, cupping Jensen’s face in his hands. “What kind of damned stupid things are you thinking about?”
Jensen smiled wryly, Jared was damned near psychic when it came to his moods. “That I love the way you fill me up,” he said.
“Uh huh,” Jared answered, clearly not convinced.
Jensen bent forward, pressing their lips together at the same time as he shifted his hips, beginning a slight rocking motion that moved Jared's cock minutely inside of him. They shared a series of drawn out open-mouthed kisses, licking into each other’s mouths and sharing panted breaths. Jared's hands were touching him everywhere, flittering over his skin like he couldn’t decide where to touch.
Jensen arched his back with a groan when one of Jared's hands found a sun-sensitized nipple, sending a bolt of pain-tinged pleasure through his body.
“Yeah,” he groaned, lifting himself up and thrusting back down with renewed vigour. “God, yeah.”
Jared bent forward, fastening his mouth over one puckered nipple, rubbing his tongue over the tight pebble until Jensen was moaning repeatedly, babbling a string of incoherent words. Precome was dribbling down his cock, slicking Jared's stomach where he rubbed against it with every thrust, and he knew he wouldn’t last very long. He was usually the one that came first, still a hair trigger when it came to Jared, but he prided himself on lasting a little longer these days - even if Jared could still make him come in his pants.
Jared lifted his lips from Jensen’s chest and mashed their mouthss together, pulling Jensen into a bear hug while he thrust up a couple of more times before coming with a drawn out groan. The feel of Jared's come filling him up pushed Jensen over the edge, as well, painting Jared's stomach with his come.
He collapsed against Jared's chest, completely wrung out by the heat and exertion. Jared petted him through the aftershocks, gentle hands sliding over his slick back and ruffling his hair.
“Remind me to put some lotion on your chest,” Jared rumbled against his ear.
“Mmhmm,” Jensen responded, snuggling closer, even though he was already sweating from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.
“You’ll get a leg cramp if you nap in that position,” Jared pointed out.
“Don’t care,” Jensen answered sleepily.
“Just don’t bitch at me later.”
Jensen was pretty sure that he wouldn’t, because they’d done this before. When he woke up again, Jared would be fully hard inside of him once more and they would do it all over again, despite the fact that neither of them would be able to feel their legs. Afterwards, they’d more or less crawl into the shower and sit on the shower stall floor, making out under the chilly water before fucking again, on the bed.
It was really silly to worry about Jared leaving him when Jared had proved over and over again that he really did love him. So he tucked his fears away for later, when they weren’t skin against skin and things didn’t seem so crystal clear.
“Love you,” Jared whispered, and in that instant, Jensen believed him whole-heartedly.
“Too,” he murmured, knowing that Jared would get what he meant, before letting himself slide into slumber, cradled securely in Jared's loving arms.
The End.