Paid in Full - Part 7
“I hope you know how many crude, boring stories I had to listen to yesterday.” Jared says, teeth grazing down Jensen’s neck. “You at least owe me this. And no one can see us. I think.”
“Fuck it. I don’t care. Just kiss me again.” He’s nearly begging now, realizing this might be his only chance at Jared’s mouth. Screw everyone that might have a view, although it’s mostly pitch dark that surrounds them and the fire is almost completely out. He crawls as close as he can get to Jared, threads his fingers through his hair, pulling him in and opening wide because he needs to taste more of him.
Jared pushes his tongue inside Jensen’s mouth, his hands everywhere and he’s making the sweetest noises, desperate and needy. Jensen tries to keep up and it’s so good that he wants to relish in every last second, remember that he’s not imagining this, that this is really happening and isn’t just a fantasy, one he’s had so many times late at night, alone and feeling too guilty to even think about the next day. And Jared kisses exactly like how Jensen imagined he would; perfect and passionate, and so fucking addicting that it slowly becomes an overwhelming rush of intoxicating sensations.
“Wait, wait…” Jensen gasps, the impulse burning too hot. “We should just. Wait. Or go slow or something.”
“What? Why? It’s been long enough, Jensen.” Jared kisses him again, this time soft. “I want this. C’mere, man. I want you. Really, bad. So fucking hot, fuck.” The kisses get hungrier, tongues meet again and lips collide over and over.
Jensen just goes with it, again, like he could possibly resist. He continues to go with it for another hour, exploring Jared’s mouth like a map with treasures hidden along the way, each gasp, each moan, and each time Jared breaths a little harder, Jensen gives himself a gold star.
The warmth of the blanket over them has nothing on the heat their bodies are producing, radiating together, the kisses turning heavier with every passing minute until Jared lays down the best he can, grabbing at Jensen’s waist and maneuvering until their hips line up, shorts and briefs pushed down enough for his ass to be bare if anything happens to the damn blanket.
And now Jensen can feel Jared’s dick, hot and hard along his own, leaking drops of precome as the heads catch on each other, bumping and fighting for dominance. Jared keeps his hands on Jensen’s hips, tugging him even closer until they’re rubbing together like horny teenagers. Jensen can tell Jared’s trying to hang on, trying to go slower but it’s just not gonna go down like that, not tonight.
Jensen grabs at Jared’s chin, realigns their kiss and bodies for even more impact and then reaches down to slide Jared’s hand from his hip to his ass, leaves it there to squeeze and hear Jared moan as his fingers dig into the dark crevice of his flesh.
Jensen tenses up, attempts to stop moving if only to hold off coming for a few more seconds. It doesn’t work. “I think I’m gonna come.” He blurts out, feels his neck start to blush red.
“Right now? Oh god, yeah me too. There, Jen I’m gonna come with you, keep going.”
It’s when their tongues twirl together again and their shorts slide down a bit more when Jared comes; quickly followed by Jensen, warm sticky mess all over their stomachs. It’s explosive and so intense, the orgasm rippling through Jensen with an incredible force, causing him to tremble over Jared’s body.
Silence follows until their breathing slows and Jensen can’t really help himself. “Did that just really happen?”
Jared laughs and blows hair out of his eyes. “Yes it did. Finally.”
“Finally? Does that mean… well, what exactly does that mean?”
“I dunno.” Jared leans up to kiss him, chaste and lingering. “It means that I’m tired and gonna start talkin’ outta my ass. Bed time, baby.” He yawns and moves, Jensen having no choice but to get up too.
They untangle from under the blanket, leaving it on the chair and silently walk back with come on their bellies, holding hands and Jensen has to keep his knees from buckling under him. It’s not often he experiences an orgasm like that.
Once they reach the cabin, Jared yawns again, takes his shorts and shirt off, drops into bed and collapses on top of Jensen, letting out a pleased little grunt and falls asleep.
Jensen debates whether he should freak out or not and decides if he’s going to have a panic attack, he’d rather have it during the day.
Except the next morning, which is actually only a few hours later, Jared kisses Jensen awake, slow deep and steady, and they have a repeat session of the night before, except this is so much better because now they’re actually in a bed with room to move as they please. This time, in the heat of the moment Jensen slides his hands under Jared’s briefs, grabs at his ass cheeks, spreads them apart, and almost gets enough nerve to push his finger right on Jared’s pretty pink-
He doesn’t get a chance before Jared’s coming again, groaning Jen and bucking his hips, a chorus of oh god, oh god, ah, ah, ah filling Jensen’s ears, the creaking of the bed becoming background noise in favor of Jared’s constant string of short groans and shallow breaths.
After, Jensen comes again too, with Jared’s hand circling his shaft, fingers push-pulling in a throbbing fist of heat; he starts to protest once the post orgasmic haze starts to fade off. “We really shouldn’t be doing this.”
Jared quiets him down, tone convincing. “Let’s just try to have some fun for what’s left of the weekend, huh? We have to drive back in a few hours.” He mouths along the column of Jensen’s neck, tongue flicking across his collarbone. “And then when we get back to the real world we can talk about it. But for now…” Jared finishes with a deep, wet, long kiss instead of words.
And Jensen can’t manage to breathe let alone try and make up an argument for that. Because after a long time of not letting himself want this, of wanting Jared, he finally gives in a little.
Part 8
“Fuck it. I don’t care. Just kiss me again.” He’s nearly begging now, realizing this might be his only chance at Jared’s mouth. Screw everyone that might have a view, although it’s mostly pitch dark that surrounds them and the fire is almost completely out. He crawls as close as he can get to Jared, threads his fingers through his hair, pulling him in and opening wide because he needs to taste more of him.
Jared pushes his tongue inside Jensen’s mouth, his hands everywhere and he’s making the sweetest noises, desperate and needy. Jensen tries to keep up and it’s so good that he wants to relish in every last second, remember that he’s not imagining this, that this is really happening and isn’t just a fantasy, one he’s had so many times late at night, alone and feeling too guilty to even think about the next day. And Jared kisses exactly like how Jensen imagined he would; perfect and passionate, and so fucking addicting that it slowly becomes an overwhelming rush of intoxicating sensations.
“Wait, wait…” Jensen gasps, the impulse burning too hot. “We should just. Wait. Or go slow or something.”
“What? Why? It’s been long enough, Jensen.” Jared kisses him again, this time soft. “I want this. C’mere, man. I want you. Really, bad. So fucking hot, fuck.” The kisses get hungrier, tongues meet again and lips collide over and over.
Jensen just goes with it, again, like he could possibly resist. He continues to go with it for another hour, exploring Jared’s mouth like a map with treasures hidden along the way, each gasp, each moan, and each time Jared breaths a little harder, Jensen gives himself a gold star.
The warmth of the blanket over them has nothing on the heat their bodies are producing, radiating together, the kisses turning heavier with every passing minute until Jared lays down the best he can, grabbing at Jensen’s waist and maneuvering until their hips line up, shorts and briefs pushed down enough for his ass to be bare if anything happens to the damn blanket.
And now Jensen can feel Jared’s dick, hot and hard along his own, leaking drops of precome as the heads catch on each other, bumping and fighting for dominance. Jared keeps his hands on Jensen’s hips, tugging him even closer until they’re rubbing together like horny teenagers. Jensen can tell Jared’s trying to hang on, trying to go slower but it’s just not gonna go down like that, not tonight.
Jensen grabs at Jared’s chin, realigns their kiss and bodies for even more impact and then reaches down to slide Jared’s hand from his hip to his ass, leaves it there to squeeze and hear Jared moan as his fingers dig into the dark crevice of his flesh.
Jensen tenses up, attempts to stop moving if only to hold off coming for a few more seconds. It doesn’t work. “I think I’m gonna come.” He blurts out, feels his neck start to blush red.
“Right now? Oh god, yeah me too. There, Jen I’m gonna come with you, keep going.”
It’s when their tongues twirl together again and their shorts slide down a bit more when Jared comes; quickly followed by Jensen, warm sticky mess all over their stomachs. It’s explosive and so intense, the orgasm rippling through Jensen with an incredible force, causing him to tremble over Jared’s body.
Silence follows until their breathing slows and Jensen can’t really help himself. “Did that just really happen?”
Jared laughs and blows hair out of his eyes. “Yes it did. Finally.”
“Finally? Does that mean… well, what exactly does that mean?”
“I dunno.” Jared leans up to kiss him, chaste and lingering. “It means that I’m tired and gonna start talkin’ outta my ass. Bed time, baby.” He yawns and moves, Jensen having no choice but to get up too.
They untangle from under the blanket, leaving it on the chair and silently walk back with come on their bellies, holding hands and Jensen has to keep his knees from buckling under him. It’s not often he experiences an orgasm like that.
Once they reach the cabin, Jared yawns again, takes his shorts and shirt off, drops into bed and collapses on top of Jensen, letting out a pleased little grunt and falls asleep.
Jensen debates whether he should freak out or not and decides if he’s going to have a panic attack, he’d rather have it during the day.
Except the next morning, which is actually only a few hours later, Jared kisses Jensen awake, slow deep and steady, and they have a repeat session of the night before, except this is so much better because now they’re actually in a bed with room to move as they please. This time, in the heat of the moment Jensen slides his hands under Jared’s briefs, grabs at his ass cheeks, spreads them apart, and almost gets enough nerve to push his finger right on Jared’s pretty pink-
He doesn’t get a chance before Jared’s coming again, groaning Jen and bucking his hips, a chorus of oh god, oh god, ah, ah, ah filling Jensen’s ears, the creaking of the bed becoming background noise in favor of Jared’s constant string of short groans and shallow breaths.
After, Jensen comes again too, with Jared’s hand circling his shaft, fingers push-pulling in a throbbing fist of heat; he starts to protest once the post orgasmic haze starts to fade off. “We really shouldn’t be doing this.”
Jared quiets him down, tone convincing. “Let’s just try to have some fun for what’s left of the weekend, huh? We have to drive back in a few hours.” He mouths along the column of Jensen’s neck, tongue flicking across his collarbone. “And then when we get back to the real world we can talk about it. But for now…” Jared finishes with a deep, wet, long kiss instead of words.
And Jensen can’t manage to breathe let alone try and make up an argument for that. Because after a long time of not letting himself want this, of wanting Jared, he finally gives in a little.
Part 8