SPN Fic -- This is my Four Leaf Clover -- Jared/Jensen -- AU -- NC-17 -- Part 2 of ?
Title: This is my Four Leaf Clover 2/?
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jared’s a barista, Jensen’s a cop, and neither one of them wants anything more than a purely physical relationship. Really.
A/N: Somebody asked if it was OK if they linked this since I’m not crossposting it anywhere. The answer is yes. I’m just not crossposting to communities yet because I don’t know when I’ll get this finished and I don’t want to lead people into a WIP with no end in sight.
Part One
Thursday night and Jensen’s off duty for once. He’s got his friends around him, good food in his belly, a beer in his hand, and all he can think about is coffee.
He’s going to have to figure something out. He’s been getting iced coffee from McDonald’s for nearly two weeks and it’s just fucking wrong. He needs to just man up and walk back into the Starbucks and face Jared. It’s not like it’s a big deal. It’s not like it’s the first time Jensen’s taken somebody home for sex, it’s just the first time he’s had to face them afterwards. It’ll be awkward, sure, but he’s getting desperate. He’s not even sure there’s any actual coffee in the shit McDonald’s serves.
“Where’s your head at?” Chris asks, tapping his beer bottle against Jensen’s forearm.
Jensen’s tempted to say that he’s just listening to the music, after all if you can’t get lost in the after hours improvisation of Austin’s best studio musicians you probably don’t have a single drop of music in your soul. Instead, he says, “Just thinking about a guy I ran into a couple weeks ago.”
He thinks it’s a vague enough answer until Chris says, “You getting serious with somebody?”
"I don't," he says, shaking his head. "I'm not...I don't do that anymore."
"All right," says Chris, smooth as anything. He shrugs and lets it go but Jensen knows it's not really gone. Chris knows, has known for years, and Jensen doesn't know why he can't just say it. It's not a big deal. Sometimes he fucks around with guys is all.
He's smarter about it now than he was when they were kids. Now he doesn't let himself get involved, knows enough not to let it touch his life. He wishes he had some way of letting Chris know that he's got it under control, but he can't talk about it. He wants to say it right then, wants to tell Chris that he’s not some stupid kid anymore, but he can’t even get his mouth to move.
He waits until Chris is up on the stage, in the middle of an old George Strait song, before raising his beer in salute and tipping his head towards the exit. Chris frowns but keeps singing, can’t corner Jensen into staying longer, which is just the way he’d planned it.
It’s not even midnight by the time he gets home. He takes a beer from the fridge and drinks it while leaning against his kitchen counter. He gets a text message from Chris saying, neko c jst showed up fuck fuck ftck and Jensen smiles. Chris’s hopeless crush on Neko Case is epic and Jensen’s sure he’ll get all the details the next day about what she was wearing and who she was with and whether or not she spared a glance Chris’s way.
He’s got the envelope Jared wrote his number on stuffed into the bottom of his junk drawer and he opens the drawer, thinks about pulling it out, then shuts the drawer again. He finishes his beer and thinks about texting Chris back, but he doesn’t.
It’s not like he even needs to look at the envelope. He knows the number already by heart. He picks up his phone and runs his thumb over the keypad. He doesn’t give in to his desires very often. Usually he can go to the baths or the clubs and get it out of his system and not worry about it again for months. The fact that he wants it so bad again so soon, that he wants it from the same guy again, that worries him a little bit.
He shakes his head. He’s worrying about nothing. He’s a grown man, allowed to make his own decisions. It doesn’t mean anything except how he needs a release sometimes.
He dials Jared's number and holds his breath.
"Hello?" Jared's voice is groggy and thick.
"I woke you up," he says, feeling like an asshole. "I'm sorry. I just...sorry. Go back to bed."
"Who'sit?" Jared asks. "I'm up."
"It's, um, it's Jensen." He wonders if Jared even remembers his name. "The, uh, the cop with the iced Americano? We, um..." He cringes. He hates talking on the phone.
"Yeah," Jared says. "Yeah, yeah, of course. I, um. How are you? You haven't been in lately."
Jensen bites his lower lip. "Um. No. I just, uh, I was on a different patrol for a while." It sounds like the stupid lie it is and he cringes again. Fuck. He sucks at making booty calls. Chris would be laughing his ass off if he could hear it. Jensen takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and tries to calm himself. "So, um, I didn't mean to wake you up. I just, uh, was thinking..."
"Yeah?" Jared asks. His voice is a little breathier. "You were, um...you're home right now?"
"Yeah," says Jensen. “If you want to come over..."
"I'll be there," Jared tells him. "I just. Twenty minutes?"
"Yeah," says Jensen. "I'll be here." He closes his eyes as he flips his phone closed. His heart's beating fast and his cock is starting to swell.
He jumps in the shower to wash the bar stink off of him. He slides his fingers over his hole but doesn't fuck himself, wants to save it for Jared. He thinks about Jared's long fingers and grins and finishes his shower wanting to touch himself so bad. He holds off, pulls on his robe and is just towel-drying his hair when the doorbell rings.
Jared's there at the door in sweats and a t-shirt, hair slightly rumpled. He looks sleepy and the way he smiles so shyly spreads heat down through Jensen’s belly. “Hey,” he says.
“Hey.” Jensen takes him by the hand, tugs him into the house and closes the front door behind him.
“Took a shower without me?” Jared asks, curling his long fingers around the back of Jensen’s neck. He nuzzles up against Jensen’s ear, kisses his temple once before planting soft kisses along Jensen’s cheekbone.
“Could take another one,” Jensen whispers, shuddering at the casual, intimate way Jared touches him.
“Later.” And then Jared’s kissing him, soft needy kisses that Jensen melts into. “God damn,” he gasps between kisses. “Got so fucking hard driving over here, thought I might run off the god damn road.”
Jensen’s thinking about telling him how glad he is Jared made it in once piece, but then Jared yanks at the belt holding his robe closed and all thought is erased by the feel of Jared’s hands on his skin. Jared’s got big, strong hands that sweep from Jensen’s shoulders down to his waist, then back up again. Jensen closes his eyes as Jared pushes the robe off his shoulders.
He reaches for Jared’s waist, slides his hand down and feels Jared’s cock hard and straining against his sweats. He drops to his knees and tugs the sweats down, kisses Jared’s stomach and the sharp lines of muscle angled from his hip to his groin. He can see Jared’s cock beneath the tightly stretched fabric of his briefs, but he doesn’t let himself touch it, not yet. He’s saving it, making himself wait for it.
He flicks his tongue over Jared’s navel, kisses his stomach over and over again and feels the quick flickering of the muscles as Jared gasps and breathes. When Jared steps back, Jensen looks up, disappointed, wanting to know what’s wrong. He smiles when he sees that Jared’s not really moving away, he’d just stepped back so he could brace himself against the wall, legs spread wide.
Jensen moves into place between Jared’s legs, looks up at him and grins as he strokes his own hard cock.
“Fuck,” Jared whispers, reaching out and laying a gentle hand on the side of Jensen’s head. “Please.” His hips are pushed out, rolling, his need apparent.
Jensen pulls down the waistband of Jared’s briefs, leans to lick the thick head of Jared’s cock as it springs free. Jared hisses through his teeth, then both hands settle on Jensen’s head. Usually he’d pull back and shake the hands free, but Jared’s not going to force Jensen down on his cock; he’s just holding Jensen’s head and stroking his hair, and when Jensen works his tongue into the slit, Jared drops one hand back and slams it against the wall as his hips jerk and a desperate moan escapes his lips.
“Fuck, fuck, please,” Jared whimpers from above him.
The tip of Jared’s cock is thick and flared and it feels perfect sliding between Jensen’s lips. He loves it, loves the taste and the slick, hot texture, loves the feel of his mouth and his throat being filled. It feels dirty to love it so much, but the good kind of dirty that rolls low in Jensen’s gut.
He wraps his hand around Jared’s thick shaft and sucks on the head. It’s perfect, long and thick and curved up towards his belly. He could suck Jared’s cock forever, learn every pore and vein, learn the exact right spots to make Jared beg and moan.
Jared’s got other plans, though, reaches down and hauls Jensen to his feet, kisses him hard and desperate as he manhandles him down the hall and towards Jensen’s bedroom. He shoves Jensen onto the bed and Jensen grins and stretches out, watches as Jared yanks open his nightstand drawer and pulls out condoms and lube, which he tosses onto the bed, followed by Jensen’s favorite dildo.
Jared crawls onto the bed, then, gives Jensen’s hip a slap. “Over,” he says, and Jensen starts to turn but he must not do it fast enough for Jared’s liking because Jared grabs his hips and actually flips him over, shoves him up towards the headboard and tugs at him until he’s in place on his knees and elbows.
“You always so pushy in bed?” he asks, then forgets he even asked a question when Jared spreads his ass and works his tongue into Jensen’s hole. He gasps and presses back against it, fists the sheets and tries to keep breathing.
“You didn’t fuck yourself open this time,” Jared says, nipping at Jensen’s ass.
“No time,” Jensen whispers. His legs are shaking.
“Was gonna do it, was gonna work you open good, but I can’t wait. I need to fuck you, God, need to fuck you so bad.” He slides his hands over Jensen’s ass, one hooking around Jensen’s hip, the other sliding down, fingers and thumb teasing over Jensen’s hole.
Jensen realizes that Jared’s waiting for permission, so he gasps, “Yeah, come on, fuck me.”
Jared’s long fingers feel amazing inside him, teasing and stretching him just right. Then the fingers are gone and Jensen’s shaking and sweating as Jared presses his cock inside inch by inch.
It’s big, aches and burns, but Jensen takes deep breaths, puts his hand back to still Jared’s hips when he needs an extra moment to get used to it.
“All right?” Jared asks, rubbing the small of Jensen’s back.
“Yeah,” he whispers, breathless. “Slow. Go slow.”
Jared rubs Jensen’s back in slow circles as he starts slow, shallow strokes. “Feel so fucking good,” he whispers. “So tight.”
Jensen takes the deepest breath he can, closes his eyes and exhales through his mouth and feels himself relaxing. He keeps breathing and Jared keeps rubbing his back and fucking him slow and soon he’s ready for it, spreads his legs wider and arches his hips up. “You can go deeper,” he says and groans when Jared slides in to the hilt.
Jared stretches out over him, mouths at the tendons on the side of Jensen’s neck. He slides one arm around Jensen’s chest and holds him close, shudders against him. “God,” he moans. “God, just wanna tear you apart.”
“Do it,” Jensen gasps. He can feel Jared’s heartbeat in his chest, pressed tight to Jensen’s back, and he can feel the same heartbeat in Jared’s cock, throbbing quick and strong.
Jared keeps his strokes slow even though he shakes a bit with the effort to keep himself under control. He keeps kissing Jensen’s neck and shoulders, holds him close, whispers to Jensen over and over again how good it feels, how perfect he is.
Jensen starts rocking back against him, moans when the thick head of Jared’s cock scrapes against him just right. “I’m good,” he gasps. “It’s good. You don’t have to hold back.”
Jared bites at his shoulder, laughs softly. “I’m kinda in the rhythm now, kinda got a thing going on here.”
“Driving me fucking crazy, Christ, fuck me already.”
“You sure? It might get loud in here.”
Jensen can feel Jared’s smile against the back of his neck. He grins and drops down to his elbows, grips the sheets in his hands and says, “I think I can handle it.” He’s waiting for Jared to start slamming into him, so when Jared pulls out, pulls away, he actually whimpers as he looks over his shoulder to see what’s wrong.
Jared grins at him, presses against one of his hips. “Over,” he says. “On your back.”
“You really are pushy,” Jensen says even as he’s rolling over.
“Just wanna watch your face,” Jared tells him, moving to kneel between Jensen’s spread legs. He strokes his cock for a few seconds, slides his other hand up Jensen’s torso. Then he slides back inside and Jensen’s eyelids flutter shut. It’s a better angle than it had been on his knees and Jared’s cock presses right up against the good spot with every stroke.
“Flexible,” Jared says, pressing Jensen’s shoulders to his knees. “You get fucked like this a lot?”
Jensen shakes his head, takes in a shuddery breath. “Yoga,” he whispers.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Jesus. Come on.”
It really is better face to face because he can see Jared’s smutty smile, can tip his mouth up for a kiss as Jared slides out and slams back home. He picks up the pace, deep, quick strokes that feel so good Jensen’s thighs are shaking. He throws his hands up above his head and grips the slats of his headboard, holds on tight as Jared thrusts down into him over and over again.
“Yeah,” he whispers. “Yes, fuck, good.” He can’t talk dirty, not really, but when he’s getting fucked it’s like he can’t shut up.
“Like it?” Jared asks. “Like my cock in you?”
Jensen moans in response, nods, feels his toes curl tight.
“Look at me.”
Jensen opens his eyes for a brief moment, sees Jared staring down at him with a focused intensity. He reaches one of his hands up, cups Jared’s face in his hand, strokes his fingers down Jared’s neck and rests them on his shoulder. He closes his eyes again and turns his head to the side. His orgasm is building in him, he can feel it pulling at the small of his back and his balls and tingling in his nipples.
“Look at me,” Jared says again.
Jensen forces his eyes open and Jared leans down for a biting kiss. Jensen starts to slide his hand down between them but Jared stops him, puts a hand on Jensen’s bicep at eases his arm back above his head. “No touching,” he whispers.
“So close,” Jensen gasps. “Fuck, Jared.”
“Love the way you say my name.”
“Gotta, fuck, so close. Wanna come so bad.”
“Say it again.”
“Jared,” Jensen moans. “Jared, please.”
Jared grins and kisses him hard, shifts his weight so he can reach down and start stroking Jensen’s cock. “Gonna come for me?” he asks.
“Yeah. Do it harder.”
Jared tightens his grip on Jensen’s cock at the same time as he fucks into Jensen with more force and it’s perfect, so perfect that Jensen can’t breathe, arches his neck back and his toes curl so hard they cramp a little bit and one flick of Jared’s thumb over the head of his cock and Jensen’s coming, his entire body shaking and feeling so good and his brain shorts out, can’t register anything except pleasure for what feels like forever but doesn’t last nearly long enough.
He shudders back into consciousness as Jared’s thrusts get faster and harder, so deep into him they almost hurt. He reaches down and takes Jared’s hand in his, brings it up to his mouth and sucks his come off Jared’s fingers and Jared shudders and fucks hard into him in shaking bursts as he comes, eyes locked on Jensen’s mouth.
It hurts a little bit as Jared pulls out but Jensen just takes a deep breath and stretches, closes his eyes and tries to catch his breath.
“Fuck,” Jared says as he crashes onto the bed right next to him. Their shoulders are touching and when Jensen lets his knees splay apart he can feel Jared’s thigh against his own.
Jared laughs softly and Jensen turns his head, looks at him through heavy lidded eyes. “What’s so funny?” he asks.
Jared shakes his head. “Just laugh when it’s good.”
Jensen nods and turns onto his side, grabs his pillow from where it’s jammed between the mattress and the headboard and shoves it under his head, reaches out to touch Jared’s chest. “Ready for that shower, now?” he asks.
Jared shakes his head again, sighs contentedly. “Sleep now.”
Jensen smiles and closes his eyes, lets the warm fuzz of afterglow wrap around him as he drifts towards sleep.
He doesn’t know how long he sleeps, but when he wakes up he’s stretched out on his stomach and Jared’s kissing his shoulder. He squeezes his eyes shut tight and sighs. He hates the morning after awkwardness.
“Hey,” Jared says. His hand is gentle on the small of Jensen’s back.
“Gotta piss,” says Jensen, which is partly true but mostly it gives him a second away where he can think. He gets up and goes to the bathroom, has just started to piss when he hears Jared open the door behind him. He closes his eyes as Jared stands next to him and starts to piss. Clearly, the kid has no concept of personal space.
Jensen finishes and pulls away to wash his hands, tries to think of a way to word things so it doesn’t sound harsh.
“Shower, now?” Jared asks, taking Jensen by the arm and tugging him gently towards the shower stall. “I’m a little crusty.” He grins and gives Jensen a quick kiss.
Jensen sighs. “So, um,” he says, as Jared starts the water. “The thing is, I’m not really looking for a boyfriend.” He feels like such an asshole.
Jared just grins at him and tugs him under the shower spray. “Me neither,” he says. He doesn’t look crushed at all. “Just something casual.”
“Yeah,” says Jensen, a little surprised at how well Jared seems to be taking it.
"My life is way too complicated right now, and it's just going to get worse going into my last semester," Jared tells him. He tips his head under the spray, then pulls back and shakes out his hair like a dog. He grins and Jensen laughs.
“So if it’s just casual,” Jensen says, “we don’t have to...I don’t know. Make nice.”
Jared rolls his eyes. “Come on. Just because we’re not dating doesn’t mean we have to be mysterious strangers. We have good chemistry and I’d totally like to keep having sex with you, if you’re down with that.”
“Huh,” says Jensen. He’s always just been with guys who were ready to run the second they came or guys who wanted to hold hands and whisper their innermost secrets in his ear.
“Is that a yes or is that a, ‘No, Jared, I’d rather stab myself in the face than be fuck buddies with you?’”
“It’s a yes,” says Jensen. It makes perfect sense. If neither one of them wants more than really good sex, it could be the perfect arrangement.
“Scrub my back?” Jared asks, turning around and looking over his shoulder at Jensen expectantly. “I can never get right in the middle no matter which way I stretch, and I’ve got really long arms.”
Jensen grins and grabs his washcloth and thinks he should have found himself a fuck buddy years ago.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jared’s a barista, Jensen’s a cop, and neither one of them wants anything more than a purely physical relationship. Really.
A/N: Somebody asked if it was OK if they linked this since I’m not crossposting it anywhere. The answer is yes. I’m just not crossposting to communities yet because I don’t know when I’ll get this finished and I don’t want to lead people into a WIP with no end in sight.
Part One
Thursday night and Jensen’s off duty for once. He’s got his friends around him, good food in his belly, a beer in his hand, and all he can think about is coffee.
He’s going to have to figure something out. He’s been getting iced coffee from McDonald’s for nearly two weeks and it’s just fucking wrong. He needs to just man up and walk back into the Starbucks and face Jared. It’s not like it’s a big deal. It’s not like it’s the first time Jensen’s taken somebody home for sex, it’s just the first time he’s had to face them afterwards. It’ll be awkward, sure, but he’s getting desperate. He’s not even sure there’s any actual coffee in the shit McDonald’s serves.
“Where’s your head at?” Chris asks, tapping his beer bottle against Jensen’s forearm.
Jensen’s tempted to say that he’s just listening to the music, after all if you can’t get lost in the after hours improvisation of Austin’s best studio musicians you probably don’t have a single drop of music in your soul. Instead, he says, “Just thinking about a guy I ran into a couple weeks ago.”
He thinks it’s a vague enough answer until Chris says, “You getting serious with somebody?”
"I don't," he says, shaking his head. "I'm not...I don't do that anymore."
"All right," says Chris, smooth as anything. He shrugs and lets it go but Jensen knows it's not really gone. Chris knows, has known for years, and Jensen doesn't know why he can't just say it. It's not a big deal. Sometimes he fucks around with guys is all.
He's smarter about it now than he was when they were kids. Now he doesn't let himself get involved, knows enough not to let it touch his life. He wishes he had some way of letting Chris know that he's got it under control, but he can't talk about it. He wants to say it right then, wants to tell Chris that he’s not some stupid kid anymore, but he can’t even get his mouth to move.
He waits until Chris is up on the stage, in the middle of an old George Strait song, before raising his beer in salute and tipping his head towards the exit. Chris frowns but keeps singing, can’t corner Jensen into staying longer, which is just the way he’d planned it.
It’s not even midnight by the time he gets home. He takes a beer from the fridge and drinks it while leaning against his kitchen counter. He gets a text message from Chris saying, neko c jst showed up fuck fuck ftck and Jensen smiles. Chris’s hopeless crush on Neko Case is epic and Jensen’s sure he’ll get all the details the next day about what she was wearing and who she was with and whether or not she spared a glance Chris’s way.
He’s got the envelope Jared wrote his number on stuffed into the bottom of his junk drawer and he opens the drawer, thinks about pulling it out, then shuts the drawer again. He finishes his beer and thinks about texting Chris back, but he doesn’t.
It’s not like he even needs to look at the envelope. He knows the number already by heart. He picks up his phone and runs his thumb over the keypad. He doesn’t give in to his desires very often. Usually he can go to the baths or the clubs and get it out of his system and not worry about it again for months. The fact that he wants it so bad again so soon, that he wants it from the same guy again, that worries him a little bit.
He shakes his head. He’s worrying about nothing. He’s a grown man, allowed to make his own decisions. It doesn’t mean anything except how he needs a release sometimes.
He dials Jared's number and holds his breath.
"Hello?" Jared's voice is groggy and thick.
"I woke you up," he says, feeling like an asshole. "I'm sorry. I just...sorry. Go back to bed."
"Who'sit?" Jared asks. "I'm up."
"It's, um, it's Jensen." He wonders if Jared even remembers his name. "The, uh, the cop with the iced Americano? We, um..." He cringes. He hates talking on the phone.
"Yeah," Jared says. "Yeah, yeah, of course. I, um. How are you? You haven't been in lately."
Jensen bites his lower lip. "Um. No. I just, uh, I was on a different patrol for a while." It sounds like the stupid lie it is and he cringes again. Fuck. He sucks at making booty calls. Chris would be laughing his ass off if he could hear it. Jensen takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and tries to calm himself. "So, um, I didn't mean to wake you up. I just, uh, was thinking..."
"Yeah?" Jared asks. His voice is a little breathier. "You were, um...you're home right now?"
"Yeah," says Jensen. “If you want to come over..."
"I'll be there," Jared tells him. "I just. Twenty minutes?"
"Yeah," says Jensen. "I'll be here." He closes his eyes as he flips his phone closed. His heart's beating fast and his cock is starting to swell.
He jumps in the shower to wash the bar stink off of him. He slides his fingers over his hole but doesn't fuck himself, wants to save it for Jared. He thinks about Jared's long fingers and grins and finishes his shower wanting to touch himself so bad. He holds off, pulls on his robe and is just towel-drying his hair when the doorbell rings.
Jared's there at the door in sweats and a t-shirt, hair slightly rumpled. He looks sleepy and the way he smiles so shyly spreads heat down through Jensen’s belly. “Hey,” he says.
“Hey.” Jensen takes him by the hand, tugs him into the house and closes the front door behind him.
“Took a shower without me?” Jared asks, curling his long fingers around the back of Jensen’s neck. He nuzzles up against Jensen’s ear, kisses his temple once before planting soft kisses along Jensen’s cheekbone.
“Could take another one,” Jensen whispers, shuddering at the casual, intimate way Jared touches him.
“Later.” And then Jared’s kissing him, soft needy kisses that Jensen melts into. “God damn,” he gasps between kisses. “Got so fucking hard driving over here, thought I might run off the god damn road.”
Jensen’s thinking about telling him how glad he is Jared made it in once piece, but then Jared yanks at the belt holding his robe closed and all thought is erased by the feel of Jared’s hands on his skin. Jared’s got big, strong hands that sweep from Jensen’s shoulders down to his waist, then back up again. Jensen closes his eyes as Jared pushes the robe off his shoulders.
He reaches for Jared’s waist, slides his hand down and feels Jared’s cock hard and straining against his sweats. He drops to his knees and tugs the sweats down, kisses Jared’s stomach and the sharp lines of muscle angled from his hip to his groin. He can see Jared’s cock beneath the tightly stretched fabric of his briefs, but he doesn’t let himself touch it, not yet. He’s saving it, making himself wait for it.
He flicks his tongue over Jared’s navel, kisses his stomach over and over again and feels the quick flickering of the muscles as Jared gasps and breathes. When Jared steps back, Jensen looks up, disappointed, wanting to know what’s wrong. He smiles when he sees that Jared’s not really moving away, he’d just stepped back so he could brace himself against the wall, legs spread wide.
Jensen moves into place between Jared’s legs, looks up at him and grins as he strokes his own hard cock.
“Fuck,” Jared whispers, reaching out and laying a gentle hand on the side of Jensen’s head. “Please.” His hips are pushed out, rolling, his need apparent.
Jensen pulls down the waistband of Jared’s briefs, leans to lick the thick head of Jared’s cock as it springs free. Jared hisses through his teeth, then both hands settle on Jensen’s head. Usually he’d pull back and shake the hands free, but Jared’s not going to force Jensen down on his cock; he’s just holding Jensen’s head and stroking his hair, and when Jensen works his tongue into the slit, Jared drops one hand back and slams it against the wall as his hips jerk and a desperate moan escapes his lips.
“Fuck, fuck, please,” Jared whimpers from above him.
The tip of Jared’s cock is thick and flared and it feels perfect sliding between Jensen’s lips. He loves it, loves the taste and the slick, hot texture, loves the feel of his mouth and his throat being filled. It feels dirty to love it so much, but the good kind of dirty that rolls low in Jensen’s gut.
He wraps his hand around Jared’s thick shaft and sucks on the head. It’s perfect, long and thick and curved up towards his belly. He could suck Jared’s cock forever, learn every pore and vein, learn the exact right spots to make Jared beg and moan.
Jared’s got other plans, though, reaches down and hauls Jensen to his feet, kisses him hard and desperate as he manhandles him down the hall and towards Jensen’s bedroom. He shoves Jensen onto the bed and Jensen grins and stretches out, watches as Jared yanks open his nightstand drawer and pulls out condoms and lube, which he tosses onto the bed, followed by Jensen’s favorite dildo.
Jared crawls onto the bed, then, gives Jensen’s hip a slap. “Over,” he says, and Jensen starts to turn but he must not do it fast enough for Jared’s liking because Jared grabs his hips and actually flips him over, shoves him up towards the headboard and tugs at him until he’s in place on his knees and elbows.
“You always so pushy in bed?” he asks, then forgets he even asked a question when Jared spreads his ass and works his tongue into Jensen’s hole. He gasps and presses back against it, fists the sheets and tries to keep breathing.
“You didn’t fuck yourself open this time,” Jared says, nipping at Jensen’s ass.
“No time,” Jensen whispers. His legs are shaking.
“Was gonna do it, was gonna work you open good, but I can’t wait. I need to fuck you, God, need to fuck you so bad.” He slides his hands over Jensen’s ass, one hooking around Jensen’s hip, the other sliding down, fingers and thumb teasing over Jensen’s hole.
Jensen realizes that Jared’s waiting for permission, so he gasps, “Yeah, come on, fuck me.”
Jared’s long fingers feel amazing inside him, teasing and stretching him just right. Then the fingers are gone and Jensen’s shaking and sweating as Jared presses his cock inside inch by inch.
It’s big, aches and burns, but Jensen takes deep breaths, puts his hand back to still Jared’s hips when he needs an extra moment to get used to it.
“All right?” Jared asks, rubbing the small of Jensen’s back.
“Yeah,” he whispers, breathless. “Slow. Go slow.”
Jared rubs Jensen’s back in slow circles as he starts slow, shallow strokes. “Feel so fucking good,” he whispers. “So tight.”
Jensen takes the deepest breath he can, closes his eyes and exhales through his mouth and feels himself relaxing. He keeps breathing and Jared keeps rubbing his back and fucking him slow and soon he’s ready for it, spreads his legs wider and arches his hips up. “You can go deeper,” he says and groans when Jared slides in to the hilt.
Jared stretches out over him, mouths at the tendons on the side of Jensen’s neck. He slides one arm around Jensen’s chest and holds him close, shudders against him. “God,” he moans. “God, just wanna tear you apart.”
“Do it,” Jensen gasps. He can feel Jared’s heartbeat in his chest, pressed tight to Jensen’s back, and he can feel the same heartbeat in Jared’s cock, throbbing quick and strong.
Jared keeps his strokes slow even though he shakes a bit with the effort to keep himself under control. He keeps kissing Jensen’s neck and shoulders, holds him close, whispers to Jensen over and over again how good it feels, how perfect he is.
Jensen starts rocking back against him, moans when the thick head of Jared’s cock scrapes against him just right. “I’m good,” he gasps. “It’s good. You don’t have to hold back.”
Jared bites at his shoulder, laughs softly. “I’m kinda in the rhythm now, kinda got a thing going on here.”
“Driving me fucking crazy, Christ, fuck me already.”
“You sure? It might get loud in here.”
Jensen can feel Jared’s smile against the back of his neck. He grins and drops down to his elbows, grips the sheets in his hands and says, “I think I can handle it.” He’s waiting for Jared to start slamming into him, so when Jared pulls out, pulls away, he actually whimpers as he looks over his shoulder to see what’s wrong.
Jared grins at him, presses against one of his hips. “Over,” he says. “On your back.”
“You really are pushy,” Jensen says even as he’s rolling over.
“Just wanna watch your face,” Jared tells him, moving to kneel between Jensen’s spread legs. He strokes his cock for a few seconds, slides his other hand up Jensen’s torso. Then he slides back inside and Jensen’s eyelids flutter shut. It’s a better angle than it had been on his knees and Jared’s cock presses right up against the good spot with every stroke.
“Flexible,” Jared says, pressing Jensen’s shoulders to his knees. “You get fucked like this a lot?”
Jensen shakes his head, takes in a shuddery breath. “Yoga,” he whispers.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Jesus. Come on.”
It really is better face to face because he can see Jared’s smutty smile, can tip his mouth up for a kiss as Jared slides out and slams back home. He picks up the pace, deep, quick strokes that feel so good Jensen’s thighs are shaking. He throws his hands up above his head and grips the slats of his headboard, holds on tight as Jared thrusts down into him over and over again.
“Yeah,” he whispers. “Yes, fuck, good.” He can’t talk dirty, not really, but when he’s getting fucked it’s like he can’t shut up.
“Like it?” Jared asks. “Like my cock in you?”
Jensen moans in response, nods, feels his toes curl tight.
“Look at me.”
Jensen opens his eyes for a brief moment, sees Jared staring down at him with a focused intensity. He reaches one of his hands up, cups Jared’s face in his hand, strokes his fingers down Jared’s neck and rests them on his shoulder. He closes his eyes again and turns his head to the side. His orgasm is building in him, he can feel it pulling at the small of his back and his balls and tingling in his nipples.
“Look at me,” Jared says again.
Jensen forces his eyes open and Jared leans down for a biting kiss. Jensen starts to slide his hand down between them but Jared stops him, puts a hand on Jensen’s bicep at eases his arm back above his head. “No touching,” he whispers.
“So close,” Jensen gasps. “Fuck, Jared.”
“Love the way you say my name.”
“Gotta, fuck, so close. Wanna come so bad.”
“Say it again.”
“Jared,” Jensen moans. “Jared, please.”
Jared grins and kisses him hard, shifts his weight so he can reach down and start stroking Jensen’s cock. “Gonna come for me?” he asks.
“Yeah. Do it harder.”
Jared tightens his grip on Jensen’s cock at the same time as he fucks into Jensen with more force and it’s perfect, so perfect that Jensen can’t breathe, arches his neck back and his toes curl so hard they cramp a little bit and one flick of Jared’s thumb over the head of his cock and Jensen’s coming, his entire body shaking and feeling so good and his brain shorts out, can’t register anything except pleasure for what feels like forever but doesn’t last nearly long enough.
He shudders back into consciousness as Jared’s thrusts get faster and harder, so deep into him they almost hurt. He reaches down and takes Jared’s hand in his, brings it up to his mouth and sucks his come off Jared’s fingers and Jared shudders and fucks hard into him in shaking bursts as he comes, eyes locked on Jensen’s mouth.
It hurts a little bit as Jared pulls out but Jensen just takes a deep breath and stretches, closes his eyes and tries to catch his breath.
“Fuck,” Jared says as he crashes onto the bed right next to him. Their shoulders are touching and when Jensen lets his knees splay apart he can feel Jared’s thigh against his own.
Jared laughs softly and Jensen turns his head, looks at him through heavy lidded eyes. “What’s so funny?” he asks.
Jared shakes his head. “Just laugh when it’s good.”
Jensen nods and turns onto his side, grabs his pillow from where it’s jammed between the mattress and the headboard and shoves it under his head, reaches out to touch Jared’s chest. “Ready for that shower, now?” he asks.
Jared shakes his head again, sighs contentedly. “Sleep now.”
Jensen smiles and closes his eyes, lets the warm fuzz of afterglow wrap around him as he drifts towards sleep.
He doesn’t know how long he sleeps, but when he wakes up he’s stretched out on his stomach and Jared’s kissing his shoulder. He squeezes his eyes shut tight and sighs. He hates the morning after awkwardness.
“Hey,” Jared says. His hand is gentle on the small of Jensen’s back.
“Gotta piss,” says Jensen, which is partly true but mostly it gives him a second away where he can think. He gets up and goes to the bathroom, has just started to piss when he hears Jared open the door behind him. He closes his eyes as Jared stands next to him and starts to piss. Clearly, the kid has no concept of personal space.
Jensen finishes and pulls away to wash his hands, tries to think of a way to word things so it doesn’t sound harsh.
“Shower, now?” Jared asks, taking Jensen by the arm and tugging him gently towards the shower stall. “I’m a little crusty.” He grins and gives Jensen a quick kiss.
Jensen sighs. “So, um,” he says, as Jared starts the water. “The thing is, I’m not really looking for a boyfriend.” He feels like such an asshole.
Jared just grins at him and tugs him under the shower spray. “Me neither,” he says. He doesn’t look crushed at all. “Just something casual.”
“Yeah,” says Jensen, a little surprised at how well Jared seems to be taking it.
"My life is way too complicated right now, and it's just going to get worse going into my last semester," Jared tells him. He tips his head under the spray, then pulls back and shakes out his hair like a dog. He grins and Jensen laughs.
“So if it’s just casual,” Jensen says, “we don’t have to...I don’t know. Make nice.”
Jared rolls his eyes. “Come on. Just because we’re not dating doesn’t mean we have to be mysterious strangers. We have good chemistry and I’d totally like to keep having sex with you, if you’re down with that.”
“Huh,” says Jensen. He’s always just been with guys who were ready to run the second they came or guys who wanted to hold hands and whisper their innermost secrets in his ear.
“Is that a yes or is that a, ‘No, Jared, I’d rather stab myself in the face than be fuck buddies with you?’”
“It’s a yes,” says Jensen. It makes perfect sense. If neither one of them wants more than really good sex, it could be the perfect arrangement.
“Scrub my back?” Jared asks, turning around and looking over his shoulder at Jensen expectantly. “I can never get right in the middle no matter which way I stretch, and I’ve got really long arms.”
Jensen grins and grabs his washcloth and thinks he should have found himself a fuck buddy years ago.