Four Times Jensen Almost Said It... - J2 - NC17
Title: Four Times Jensen Almost Said It And One Time Jared Wouldn't Let Him
Author: jeyhawk
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC17
Summary: The title says it all, and there's porn.
Word Count: 2396
Disclaimer: Not true. It's all lies, lies, lies and more lies.
Beta: The amazing legolas_is_mine
Note: Happy Belated Birthday to titheniel, smidgy06, deathbymutation, saya415, anakin415, pureanimal, invisible_dream, audrarose and kathalena. As well as an early Happy Birthday to clex_monkie89, lillian_luthor, leeds11, laugiana, twigletmoo, zillah975 and fallen_for_lost. YAY for multitasking, and does everyone on my flist have their bday in April?
1.
"Is this good? Are you okay?" The words are breathed against the slick skin of his shoulder, rough and intense.
"Yeah… Fuck… Just move."
Jared shifts, struggling for leverage and then he's moving, long slow slides of skin against skin; breaths panted against Jensen's ear, strong fingers digging into his hipbones. Jensen groans, lifting his hips into every too gentle thrust, trying for more even though there's no room inside of him. Jared's splitting him wide open, blanketing him with his body, filling up every space there possibly is until it feels as if Jensen's breathing him in with every sharp, stuttered inhale.
He never expected it to be like this, not this long slow burn, not this quiet desperation for more. He winds his fingers around the bars of the bed frame, bracing himself against every thrust, holding on until his fingers start aching with the strain. Sweat is running from his hairline, down his nose and into his eyes, making them sting with the saltiness. He likes it that way, it hides the tears that sometimes come unbidden, make them blend in as they slide down his cheeks.
Jared's thrusts are harder now, faster, making Jensen's hips drag across the bed. He hides his face in the pillows, letting out all the sounds he tries to keep in. It's too much, too good and he doesn't think he'll ever bounce back from this. Then one of Jared's hands slide over his hip, in underneath him to wrap around his cock. It's over in less than a minute; he screams his ecstasy into the pillows, coming in erratic jets over Jared's fingers and the sheets.
Afterwards they lay side by side, looking up at the roof. Jared's still breathing hard, sweat beading on his chest and brow, making his skin glow in the dim light.
"That was something," Jared says, hints of his trademark grin playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Yeah," Jensen says, looking away. "It really was."
2.
It's easier to be on his knees, lips stretched wide around Jared's cock, his own hand dancing up and down his erection. The silky hardness of Jared sliding against the roof of his mouth, the salty bitterness at the back of his tongue, keeps him grounded, focused. It's easier not to feel anything when Jared's hips start lifting, pushing his cock further down Jensen's throat. He likes it when it burns, craves it, doesn't try to stop Jared when he's pushing too hard.
He's good at this, he knows he is, rubbing his tongue just so, hollowing his cheeks on every down stroke. Jared's groaning, hips shifting impatiently, big hands cradling Jensen's head, pulling on his hair. He can tell Jared's being careful, like he's afraid Jensen will break if he thrusts too hard. Jensen wants to remind him he's not a delicate girl; that he likes it rough, but his mouth is full of cock and he's not going to give up his favorite toy.
Jared's hands leave his head, slides down over his neck and shoulders, touching, petting. He squeezes his eyes shut, sucks harder, drawing quick desperate breaths to his nose. His jaw's tired, his throat aching, but he can tell Jared's almost there and he's determined to not be the one that comes first for once. Yet, he can't keep from gripping his cock harder, squeezing the head on every upstroke, spreading the beading precome over the rigid shaft.
Jared digs his fingers into his shoulders, hips lifting off the bed and then he's coming, spilling his seed down Jensen's throat in thick fast spurts. Jensen swallows time and time again until he has to lift his head, moaning his way through his own orgasm with Jared's semen trickling down his chin. He doesn't even notice Jared's moving before he's being tackled to the bed, Jared's mouth eating up his moans, Jared's hand joining his on his cock.
"I love your mouth," Jared says between sloppy kisses.
Jensen keeps his eyes squeezed shut and doesn't answer.
3.
When Jared’s got his mouth wrapped tight around his cock, sucking enthusiastically and making the hottest fucking slurping noises ever; it's hard to imagine that two months ago, or is it three; he had never tasted another man's cock, never even really thought about it.
Jensen keeps one hand on the back of Jared's head, long hair wrapped tight across his knuckles, while the other flits over Jared's face. He touches the corner of Jared's mouth, slick with saliva and precome, before running his fingers over Jared's hollowed cheeks, feeling his cock sliding through Jared's mouth.
He’ll never last long like this, not with Jared on his knees before him, brow furrowed in concentration. The sweet hot slide of Jared's lips over his swollen cock, the rasp of his tongue against the underside, it's too much, too fast and he always comes before he wants too. He wants it to last forever, wants to stay in this moment, hot, heavy and perfect forever, but before he knows it his hips are lifting off the bed and he's coming.
Jared's name spills from his lips, drawn out and garbled, while Jared struggles to swallow, strong hand coming up to help taking him through the aftershocks. Jared moves his hand, the one slick with Jensen's come and saliva to his own cock, wrapping it tight around the head and pulling hard and fast. Jensen keeps his eyes wide open to watch it, entranced by the slip-slide of Jared's hand over slick skin and the panted breaths spilling from Jared's swollen glossy lips.
He slides his own hand down over his stomach to touch himself, toying lightly with his softening cock, drawing out the pleasure until it hurts. Jared groans, his eyes trained on Jensen's hand and the muscles of his taut stomach ripples as he shifts, moving closer.
"Come on me," Jensen whispers. 'Mark me, claim me, make me yours,' he doesn't add.
"Jesus fuck," Jared groans, his thighs clenching as his hand flies over his cock.
The first splatter of come landing on Jensen's skin makes him shudder in pleasure, almost as if he's coming again. The second and third makes him feel branded, owned, and he moans, running his fingers through the creamy puddles, spreading them across his skin.
"Fuck," Jared breathes, collapsing next to him. "Holy fuck Jensen."
Jensen doesn't look at him, scared of when Jared might see in his eyes, and he bites down on his lower lip until he can almost taste blood.
4.
They rarely do it like this; Jared on his back, legs hooked behind Jensen's back, Jensen's hand curled around Jared's shoulder and his cock stretching Jared wide open. Jared's got his head turned to the side, cheeks flushed and a sheen of sweat covering his forehead. He looks like he's in pain, but when Jensen shifts, pulling out slightly to push in again, Jared's groans and there's nothing but pleasure in the sound.
They rarely do it like this because Jensen can't hold back. He wants to piston his hips; fuck Jared until they skate over the bed, heads knocking against the headboard. He wants to dig his fingers into Jared's skin until he bruises, leaving a brand for the world to see. He wants to fuck Jared until he doesn't remember his own name, until he screams in ecstasy, heels digging into Jensen's lower back. He wants to do all that, but he doesn't.
He goes slow and deep, movements tightly controlled until Jared relaxes underneath him, spreading his legs wider, wordlessly asking for more. He presses kisses into Jared's slick skin, whispers sweet little nothings, while he fucks him wide open. He wraps his fingers around Jared's cock, pulling on it in time with his measured thrusts. He bites down on his lips until he tastes copper on his tongue to keep from thrusting too hard, and too deep.
It's not until Jared's semen spills over his fingers that he finally lets himself go, thrusting deep and fast until he's coming so hard he sees stars before his eyes and even then he doesn't want to stop. Keeps rocking against Jared until pleasure blurs to pain, sweat and tears dripping from his chin and splattering on Jared's chest. That's when Jared gently pushes him away, before curling up around him, keeping him tight to his body; chest against his back, lips against his neck.
Jared speaks then, murmuring words Jensen can't make out and he squeezes his eyes shut, focusing on breathing until he trust himself to speak again. He doesn't think Jared gets it, thinks that Jared's suspects someone hurt him and he's not going to tell him otherwise. It's better to let Jared think someone used him for his pretty face and cocksucking lips then tell him the truth. It's got nothing to do with anyone else and everything to do with Jared.
5.
"I bought you a present." Jared is grinning, bag clutched in his hand.
Jensen frowns, looking from the bag to Jared's smiling face. "But it's not my birthday."
Jared laughs and thrusts the bag at Jensen. "You really have no clue, do you?"
Jensen's not sure what he should have a clue about, so he takes the bag and looks into it. "It's a shirt," he says, thoroughly confused now.
He lifts it out of the bag. It's a white shirt with grey and pink pinstripes. He looks at the label, D&G.
"Thanks," he says, holding the shirt against his chest, it looks to be a perfect fit.
Jared is still grinning, looking for all the world like he got one over Jensen, but Jensen just doesn't get it.
"So… uh…" Jensen crinkles the stiff fabric between his fingers, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. "What the occasion?"
Jared's eyes glitters and he stretches, making his shirt ride up enough to show a sliver of tanned skin. Jensen has a very hard time looking away from that sliver, caressing it with his eyes until he can almost taste it on his tongue. Jared laughs, lowering his arms.
"Sometimes," he says, moving closer, crowding Jensen up against the wall. "You're just really, really slow."
Jensen's breath hitches in his throat and he keeps the shirt pressed to his chest like a shield. Jared bends down to press a kiss against his temple, his tongue darting out to lick Jensen's forehead.
"Do you remember what you were doing around this time last year?" Jared asks, his lips ghosting over Jensen's face until it finds his mouth, giving him a kiss.
"No?" Jensen frowns, trying to remember what day it is today, what month. He stopped keeping track of the days months ago, now he just divides them into days with Jared and days without Jared, he really is that pathetic.
"Want me to refresh your memory?"
Jared's hands come up to frame his hips, pushing him up against the wall, and he can feel his cock hardening in response.
"Yeah," he whispers, bending forward slightly to sniff Jared's hair. He changed his shampoo again, to something flowery with just a hint of coconut. Jared really uses the girliest shampoos.
"One year ago, today, I fell in love with you," Jared says, moving one of his hands to cup Jensen through his jeans.
Jensen groans, pushing his hips against Jared's hand while his mind tries to make sense of what Jared just said, then suddenly it sinks in and he stiffens.
"You what?"
Jared laughs, pressing a kiss against Jensen's neck. "I thought that would get your attention."
Jensen blinks rapidly, letting his shirt drop to the floor in favor of gripping Jared's shoulders.
"What? How? We weren't even…"
"Fucking?" Jared laughs low and dirty, flicking the button on Jensen's jeans open with his thumb. "If you're old enough to do it, you're old enough to say it."
Jensen arches his head back, groaning when Jared worms his hand into his jeans, caressing him through his boxer briefs.
"You were on the couch, Sadie's head in your lap, leafing through a script," Jared says, keeping up the slow almost hypnotic slide of his hand over Jensen's cock. "You had your glasses on and that washed out Diesel shirt."
Jensen moans, biting down on his lower lip. He wants to grab Jared's hand, make him rub harder, faster, but he settles for fisting Jared's shirt instead, worrying between his fingers.
"I asked if you wanted coffee and you looked up at me over the edge of the script, your entire face lighting up and that's when I knew.”
"Knew what?" Jensen pants, trying to grind his hips against Jared's hand.
"That I was in love with you."
Jensen laughs, or at least tries to; mostly it comes out as breathless moaning. Jared's long fingers are gripping him through his boxers, rubbing the cotton against his sensitized cock and it feels so fucking good. He spent so much time trying to hold back, trying to keep the contents of his heart from spilling out between his lips that he doesn't even know what to do now that Jared said it first.
"Jared," he huffs out, intent of saying something more, but Jared silences him with a kiss, eating all his big words with his mouth.
Seconds later his orgasm is ripped from him, semen dampening his boxers, making everything sticky wet. He gasps against Jared's lips through the shuddering pulses of his climax, fingers digging into Jared's shoulders. He probably would have collapsed to the floor if Jared's body hadn't been blanketing him, keeping him upright.
"Jared," he says again when he's regained his breath, trying to finally get the words out.
"I know," Jared whispers, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I've known all along."
Jensen makes a sound halfway between a laugh and a cry, resting his forehead against Jared's. "Bastard," he says.
Jared laughs, moving his hand to cup the back of his neck. "So are you gonna blow me, or what?"
Jensen can't stop grinning as he sinks to his knees and he's still grinning ten minutes later when Jared comes all over his face; come dripping from the tip of his nose. Everything is finally right with the world.
Author: jeyhawk
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC17
Summary: The title says it all, and there's porn.
Word Count: 2396
Disclaimer: Not true. It's all lies, lies, lies and more lies.
Beta: The amazing legolas_is_mine
Note: Happy Belated Birthday to titheniel, smidgy06, deathbymutation, saya415, anakin415, pureanimal, invisible_dream, audrarose and kathalena. As well as an early Happy Birthday to clex_monkie89, lillian_luthor, leeds11, laugiana, twigletmoo, zillah975 and fallen_for_lost. YAY for multitasking, and does everyone on my flist have their bday in April?
1.
"Is this good? Are you okay?" The words are breathed against the slick skin of his shoulder, rough and intense.
"Yeah… Fuck… Just move."
Jared shifts, struggling for leverage and then he's moving, long slow slides of skin against skin; breaths panted against Jensen's ear, strong fingers digging into his hipbones. Jensen groans, lifting his hips into every too gentle thrust, trying for more even though there's no room inside of him. Jared's splitting him wide open, blanketing him with his body, filling up every space there possibly is until it feels as if Jensen's breathing him in with every sharp, stuttered inhale.
He never expected it to be like this, not this long slow burn, not this quiet desperation for more. He winds his fingers around the bars of the bed frame, bracing himself against every thrust, holding on until his fingers start aching with the strain. Sweat is running from his hairline, down his nose and into his eyes, making them sting with the saltiness. He likes it that way, it hides the tears that sometimes come unbidden, make them blend in as they slide down his cheeks.
Jared's thrusts are harder now, faster, making Jensen's hips drag across the bed. He hides his face in the pillows, letting out all the sounds he tries to keep in. It's too much, too good and he doesn't think he'll ever bounce back from this. Then one of Jared's hands slide over his hip, in underneath him to wrap around his cock. It's over in less than a minute; he screams his ecstasy into the pillows, coming in erratic jets over Jared's fingers and the sheets.
Afterwards they lay side by side, looking up at the roof. Jared's still breathing hard, sweat beading on his chest and brow, making his skin glow in the dim light.
"That was something," Jared says, hints of his trademark grin playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Yeah," Jensen says, looking away. "It really was."
2.
It's easier to be on his knees, lips stretched wide around Jared's cock, his own hand dancing up and down his erection. The silky hardness of Jared sliding against the roof of his mouth, the salty bitterness at the back of his tongue, keeps him grounded, focused. It's easier not to feel anything when Jared's hips start lifting, pushing his cock further down Jensen's throat. He likes it when it burns, craves it, doesn't try to stop Jared when he's pushing too hard.
He's good at this, he knows he is, rubbing his tongue just so, hollowing his cheeks on every down stroke. Jared's groaning, hips shifting impatiently, big hands cradling Jensen's head, pulling on his hair. He can tell Jared's being careful, like he's afraid Jensen will break if he thrusts too hard. Jensen wants to remind him he's not a delicate girl; that he likes it rough, but his mouth is full of cock and he's not going to give up his favorite toy.
Jared's hands leave his head, slides down over his neck and shoulders, touching, petting. He squeezes his eyes shut, sucks harder, drawing quick desperate breaths to his nose. His jaw's tired, his throat aching, but he can tell Jared's almost there and he's determined to not be the one that comes first for once. Yet, he can't keep from gripping his cock harder, squeezing the head on every upstroke, spreading the beading precome over the rigid shaft.
Jared digs his fingers into his shoulders, hips lifting off the bed and then he's coming, spilling his seed down Jensen's throat in thick fast spurts. Jensen swallows time and time again until he has to lift his head, moaning his way through his own orgasm with Jared's semen trickling down his chin. He doesn't even notice Jared's moving before he's being tackled to the bed, Jared's mouth eating up his moans, Jared's hand joining his on his cock.
"I love your mouth," Jared says between sloppy kisses.
Jensen keeps his eyes squeezed shut and doesn't answer.
3.
When Jared’s got his mouth wrapped tight around his cock, sucking enthusiastically and making the hottest fucking slurping noises ever; it's hard to imagine that two months ago, or is it three; he had never tasted another man's cock, never even really thought about it.
Jensen keeps one hand on the back of Jared's head, long hair wrapped tight across his knuckles, while the other flits over Jared's face. He touches the corner of Jared's mouth, slick with saliva and precome, before running his fingers over Jared's hollowed cheeks, feeling his cock sliding through Jared's mouth.
He’ll never last long like this, not with Jared on his knees before him, brow furrowed in concentration. The sweet hot slide of Jared's lips over his swollen cock, the rasp of his tongue against the underside, it's too much, too fast and he always comes before he wants too. He wants it to last forever, wants to stay in this moment, hot, heavy and perfect forever, but before he knows it his hips are lifting off the bed and he's coming.
Jared's name spills from his lips, drawn out and garbled, while Jared struggles to swallow, strong hand coming up to help taking him through the aftershocks. Jared moves his hand, the one slick with Jensen's come and saliva to his own cock, wrapping it tight around the head and pulling hard and fast. Jensen keeps his eyes wide open to watch it, entranced by the slip-slide of Jared's hand over slick skin and the panted breaths spilling from Jared's swollen glossy lips.
He slides his own hand down over his stomach to touch himself, toying lightly with his softening cock, drawing out the pleasure until it hurts. Jared groans, his eyes trained on Jensen's hand and the muscles of his taut stomach ripples as he shifts, moving closer.
"Come on me," Jensen whispers. 'Mark me, claim me, make me yours,' he doesn't add.
"Jesus fuck," Jared groans, his thighs clenching as his hand flies over his cock.
The first splatter of come landing on Jensen's skin makes him shudder in pleasure, almost as if he's coming again. The second and third makes him feel branded, owned, and he moans, running his fingers through the creamy puddles, spreading them across his skin.
"Fuck," Jared breathes, collapsing next to him. "Holy fuck Jensen."
Jensen doesn't look at him, scared of when Jared might see in his eyes, and he bites down on his lower lip until he can almost taste blood.
4.
They rarely do it like this; Jared on his back, legs hooked behind Jensen's back, Jensen's hand curled around Jared's shoulder and his cock stretching Jared wide open. Jared's got his head turned to the side, cheeks flushed and a sheen of sweat covering his forehead. He looks like he's in pain, but when Jensen shifts, pulling out slightly to push in again, Jared's groans and there's nothing but pleasure in the sound.
They rarely do it like this because Jensen can't hold back. He wants to piston his hips; fuck Jared until they skate over the bed, heads knocking against the headboard. He wants to dig his fingers into Jared's skin until he bruises, leaving a brand for the world to see. He wants to fuck Jared until he doesn't remember his own name, until he screams in ecstasy, heels digging into Jensen's lower back. He wants to do all that, but he doesn't.
He goes slow and deep, movements tightly controlled until Jared relaxes underneath him, spreading his legs wider, wordlessly asking for more. He presses kisses into Jared's slick skin, whispers sweet little nothings, while he fucks him wide open. He wraps his fingers around Jared's cock, pulling on it in time with his measured thrusts. He bites down on his lips until he tastes copper on his tongue to keep from thrusting too hard, and too deep.
It's not until Jared's semen spills over his fingers that he finally lets himself go, thrusting deep and fast until he's coming so hard he sees stars before his eyes and even then he doesn't want to stop. Keeps rocking against Jared until pleasure blurs to pain, sweat and tears dripping from his chin and splattering on Jared's chest. That's when Jared gently pushes him away, before curling up around him, keeping him tight to his body; chest against his back, lips against his neck.
Jared speaks then, murmuring words Jensen can't make out and he squeezes his eyes shut, focusing on breathing until he trust himself to speak again. He doesn't think Jared gets it, thinks that Jared's suspects someone hurt him and he's not going to tell him otherwise. It's better to let Jared think someone used him for his pretty face and cocksucking lips then tell him the truth. It's got nothing to do with anyone else and everything to do with Jared.
5.
"I bought you a present." Jared is grinning, bag clutched in his hand.
Jensen frowns, looking from the bag to Jared's smiling face. "But it's not my birthday."
Jared laughs and thrusts the bag at Jensen. "You really have no clue, do you?"
Jensen's not sure what he should have a clue about, so he takes the bag and looks into it. "It's a shirt," he says, thoroughly confused now.
He lifts it out of the bag. It's a white shirt with grey and pink pinstripes. He looks at the label, D&G.
"Thanks," he says, holding the shirt against his chest, it looks to be a perfect fit.
Jared is still grinning, looking for all the world like he got one over Jensen, but Jensen just doesn't get it.
"So… uh…" Jensen crinkles the stiff fabric between his fingers, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. "What the occasion?"
Jared's eyes glitters and he stretches, making his shirt ride up enough to show a sliver of tanned skin. Jensen has a very hard time looking away from that sliver, caressing it with his eyes until he can almost taste it on his tongue. Jared laughs, lowering his arms.
"Sometimes," he says, moving closer, crowding Jensen up against the wall. "You're just really, really slow."
Jensen's breath hitches in his throat and he keeps the shirt pressed to his chest like a shield. Jared bends down to press a kiss against his temple, his tongue darting out to lick Jensen's forehead.
"Do you remember what you were doing around this time last year?" Jared asks, his lips ghosting over Jensen's face until it finds his mouth, giving him a kiss.
"No?" Jensen frowns, trying to remember what day it is today, what month. He stopped keeping track of the days months ago, now he just divides them into days with Jared and days without Jared, he really is that pathetic.
"Want me to refresh your memory?"
Jared's hands come up to frame his hips, pushing him up against the wall, and he can feel his cock hardening in response.
"Yeah," he whispers, bending forward slightly to sniff Jared's hair. He changed his shampoo again, to something flowery with just a hint of coconut. Jared really uses the girliest shampoos.
"One year ago, today, I fell in love with you," Jared says, moving one of his hands to cup Jensen through his jeans.
Jensen groans, pushing his hips against Jared's hand while his mind tries to make sense of what Jared just said, then suddenly it sinks in and he stiffens.
"You what?"
Jared laughs, pressing a kiss against Jensen's neck. "I thought that would get your attention."
Jensen blinks rapidly, letting his shirt drop to the floor in favor of gripping Jared's shoulders.
"What? How? We weren't even…"
"Fucking?" Jared laughs low and dirty, flicking the button on Jensen's jeans open with his thumb. "If you're old enough to do it, you're old enough to say it."
Jensen arches his head back, groaning when Jared worms his hand into his jeans, caressing him through his boxer briefs.
"You were on the couch, Sadie's head in your lap, leafing through a script," Jared says, keeping up the slow almost hypnotic slide of his hand over Jensen's cock. "You had your glasses on and that washed out Diesel shirt."
Jensen moans, biting down on his lower lip. He wants to grab Jared's hand, make him rub harder, faster, but he settles for fisting Jared's shirt instead, worrying between his fingers.
"I asked if you wanted coffee and you looked up at me over the edge of the script, your entire face lighting up and that's when I knew.”
"Knew what?" Jensen pants, trying to grind his hips against Jared's hand.
"That I was in love with you."
Jensen laughs, or at least tries to; mostly it comes out as breathless moaning. Jared's long fingers are gripping him through his boxers, rubbing the cotton against his sensitized cock and it feels so fucking good. He spent so much time trying to hold back, trying to keep the contents of his heart from spilling out between his lips that he doesn't even know what to do now that Jared said it first.
"Jared," he huffs out, intent of saying something more, but Jared silences him with a kiss, eating all his big words with his mouth.
Seconds later his orgasm is ripped from him, semen dampening his boxers, making everything sticky wet. He gasps against Jared's lips through the shuddering pulses of his climax, fingers digging into Jared's shoulders. He probably would have collapsed to the floor if Jared's body hadn't been blanketing him, keeping him upright.
"Jared," he says again when he's regained his breath, trying to finally get the words out.
"I know," Jared whispers, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I've known all along."
Jensen makes a sound halfway between a laugh and a cry, resting his forehead against Jared's. "Bastard," he says.
Jared laughs, moving his hand to cup the back of his neck. "So are you gonna blow me, or what?"
Jensen can't stop grinning as he sinks to his knees and he's still grinning ten minutes later when Jared comes all over his face; come dripping from the tip of his nose. Everything is finally right with the world.