Jared/Jensen RPS fic - An Epiphany Of Sorts
Title: An Epiphany Of Sorts
Author: kinkynicky
Rating: NC-17
Summary: There is sex, praising, cursing and an epiphany. Fun times.
Word Count: 381
Disclaimer: If you think I’m gaining something from this then your lobotomy was successful.
A/N: I can’t take this too seriously, it was kind of like…a porny word vomit. *g* Also, I'm pretty sure some cheese creapt in there at the very end without my permission.
An Epiphany Of Sorts
“God…” He wasn’t a religious person. Never had been. God was an imaginary friend for adults as far as Jared was concerned. Oh, he could tolerate that Jensen kept a bible in his drawer, could even find it cute if he thought about it too hard, but god was not a being that he planned to waste any of his own time on.
Whenever he muttered the name, buried balls deep inside Jensen’s hot body, he didn’t think on it, it was never a conscious thing, never something he meant to say, but man, if there was a heaven, a place so good that he could spend eternity there and never get tired, it would be there, tangled and sweating together on whatever place they chose for their bed that time.
“Oh, fuck, Jared…” They differed there. Jensen didn’t swear a lot, unless he was drunk, pissed off, or so high on pure pleasure that he was almost blind. His curses were as unconscious as Jared’s prayers, mumbled in the moment and forgotten later, but they heard each other. Each gasp of breath, each deep, rumbling groan.
“You’re so, goddamn, beautiful.” And Jensen keened as Jared leant forwards, his own knees pressing, heavy with his lover’s weight as Jared’s mouth met his, teeth biting and tongue soothing in a calculated pattern that sent him further into his haze of bliss.
His reply hardly had the room to escape his body as Jared pressed closer again, one hand sliding down Jensen’s body to grip at a hair-spackled thigh. “Jay, shit, oh…fuck, right there…” The hand wound around Jensen’s leg, long fingers wrapping solidly, squeezing the pulsing erection Jared found there, his thrusts gaining speed and depth, breaths becoming grunts.
“Come on.” Panting breath as they stared into each other’s eyes, not afraid anymore of the intensity mirrored there. “Let me…let me make you come…”
And even as Jensen’s head flew back into the pillow, his hands gripping harder into the sheet and Jared’s hair as he came between their bodies, their eyes remained locked, their connection flowing deeper than their melded bodies, than anyone else could ever understand.
There was a message, a secret, an epiphany that reached them each time, that stayed with them always.
This was how it’s supposed to be.
Author: kinkynicky
Rating: NC-17
Summary: There is sex, praising, cursing and an epiphany. Fun times.
Word Count: 381
Disclaimer: If you think I’m gaining something from this then your lobotomy was successful.
A/N: I can’t take this too seriously, it was kind of like…a porny word vomit. *g* Also, I'm pretty sure some cheese creapt in there at the very end without my permission.
An Epiphany Of Sorts
“God…” He wasn’t a religious person. Never had been. God was an imaginary friend for adults as far as Jared was concerned. Oh, he could tolerate that Jensen kept a bible in his drawer, could even find it cute if he thought about it too hard, but god was not a being that he planned to waste any of his own time on.
Whenever he muttered the name, buried balls deep inside Jensen’s hot body, he didn’t think on it, it was never a conscious thing, never something he meant to say, but man, if there was a heaven, a place so good that he could spend eternity there and never get tired, it would be there, tangled and sweating together on whatever place they chose for their bed that time.
“Oh, fuck, Jared…” They differed there. Jensen didn’t swear a lot, unless he was drunk, pissed off, or so high on pure pleasure that he was almost blind. His curses were as unconscious as Jared’s prayers, mumbled in the moment and forgotten later, but they heard each other. Each gasp of breath, each deep, rumbling groan.
“You’re so, goddamn, beautiful.” And Jensen keened as Jared leant forwards, his own knees pressing, heavy with his lover’s weight as Jared’s mouth met his, teeth biting and tongue soothing in a calculated pattern that sent him further into his haze of bliss.
His reply hardly had the room to escape his body as Jared pressed closer again, one hand sliding down Jensen’s body to grip at a hair-spackled thigh. “Jay, shit, oh…fuck, right there…” The hand wound around Jensen’s leg, long fingers wrapping solidly, squeezing the pulsing erection Jared found there, his thrusts gaining speed and depth, breaths becoming grunts.
“Come on.” Panting breath as they stared into each other’s eyes, not afraid anymore of the intensity mirrored there. “Let me…let me make you come…”
And even as Jensen’s head flew back into the pillow, his hands gripping harder into the sheet and Jared’s hair as he came between their bodies, their eyes remained locked, their connection flowing deeper than their melded bodies, than anyone else could ever understand.
There was a message, a secret, an epiphany that reached them each time, that stayed with them always.
This was how it’s supposed to be.