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Title: Walk a Mile in My Shoes (18/?)
Author: Texankate
Pairing/Characters: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17. You've been warned.
Wordcount: ~2200
Feedback: Is lovely
Disclaimer: If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream,. In other words: complete and utter fiction. I own nothing but my twisted and sordid little brain.
Warnings: Un-beta'd. And poorly written porn.
Summary: Architecture student Jared and aspiring chef Jensen are touring Europe in the summer(not together, and they've never even met). Their bags get mixed up at a train station, so they end up spending the rest of their trip learning about each other through the journals, music, and other items they had in their bags.
Author's Notes: Not much left now. But don't worry, there will be continuing adventures.
Jared was pretty sure he'd never been so full in his life. Jensen had made enough food for an army, but there was very little left. Harley and Sadie were devouring what was left of the roast chicken and potatoes; there were two lonely asparagus spears left, no salad, no bread, and half of a pear and blueberry tart. They'd gone through a bottle and a half of wine, and had laughed and talked all through the meal.
Turns out they were both middle children, with an older brother and younger sister. They were big fans of Bruce Willis and Quentin Tarantino, and had similar if not identical taste in music.
They compared notes on the great cities of Europe, and hesitantly talked about using each other's journals as guide books. Jared even admitted to watching some of Jensen's videos. He did leave out the jerking off to the sound of Jensen's voice bit, though. Didn't really want to scare him off.
They worked in comfortable silence to clean up the kitchen, with Jensen washing and Jared drying and putting away. The dogs curled up beneath the kitchen table and snored contentedly while their humans worked.
It was disgustingly domestic, but Jared had never been happier. He bumped shoulders with Jensen, under the guise of reaching for dishes, but it was just to be close to him. He'd never felt this connected to anyone, and he really didn't want it to end.
After kitchen duty, they curled up on Jared's couch and popped in "Ocean's 11". Jared loved Clooney in the movie, but Jensen was a Pitt man.
"Dude, nobody is as smooth as Rusty eating that fucking shrimp cocktail," Jensen said.
"Whatever, man. Danny is the one who ends up with the girl," Jared said.
"In this one," Jensen snorted. "And dude, Rusty totally hooks up with Catherine Zeta Jones in the next movie. And I have to say, even as a gay man, Catherine is way hotter than Julia."
"Really, they should just dump the girls and have sex," Jared said. "God, a Pitt/Clooney sex scene. I think the television would melt."
"Sorry, can't hear you. I'm in my happy place," Jensen said, sighing.
Once the credits rolled, Jared tried desperately to think of something to keep Jensen sitting next to him. They'd already had dessert, so he had to come up with something worthwhile.
Apparently, he was taking too long for Jensen. Before the last credit rolled, Jensen made his move, and Jared found himself pushed back against the arm of the couch with a lap full of Jensen. It was quite possibly the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Jensen wasn't sure if it was the wine, or just the way Jared's dimples flashed every time he laughed. But by the time Ocean and associates had walked away with a ton of cash, he was tired of keeping his hands to himself.
He launched himself at Jared, straddling his lap and pressing their lips together. When Jared didn't immediately react, Jensen thought maybe he'd rushed things, or misread Jared's feelings, but that only lasted the two seconds it took for Jared to get with the program.
God, the boy tasted good. Jensen loved kissing. He was a chef, a sensualist. His natural inclination was to explore with his tongue and his taste buds, categorizing and rating. And according to his very refined palate, Jared tasted incredible. There were lingering traces of wine and spice, and something underneath that was completely Jared.
Jared's hands were firmly planted on Jensen's hips, while Jensen's were cradling Jared's face, stroking the fine cheekbones and reaching to tangle his fingers in Jared's silky hair. Jared moaned softly when Jensen tugged his hair lightly, and Jensen discovered his new hair kink. Really, given the givens, who wouldn't have one?
Jared's hands crept up, slipping underneath Jensen's shirt. Jensen was suddenly reminded of the chicken, and Jared's fascination with poultry molestation. He pulled back just enough to giggle.
"What?" Jared asked, in a slight daze. "Did I do something?"
"Nah, just thinking about your little rant on poultry porn. Feel like rubbing butter on my chest?" Jensen teased.
Jared's eyes darkened and he gave Jensen a wicked grin. "Maybe." His hands ranged even further up Jensen's shirt, until his thumb grazed Jensen's nipples.
Jensen couldn't help the moan he gave, or the slight thrust of his hips. He felt like he was ready to blow. A tiny voice of sanity in his brain urged him to slow down.
"Jared, maybe we're going too fast," Jensen said, even though his body was decisively protesting that sentiment. "I mean, we don't even really know each other."
"Yes we do," Jared said, leaning forward to plant soft kisses along Jensen's neck. "I know you. I know how passionate you are about your job. I know that you want to feed people, to take care of them. I know you love your friends, and that you're brave, and…"
"Is that enough?" Jensen asked.
"You know it is, Jen," Jared said. "You know me. I know you do."
"I do," Jensen whispered. "You want to shelter people," he said, twining both hands through Jared's hair. "You want to give them a home, a place to be safe. You want to help them. You're a good man, Jared Padalecki."
"So are you, Jensen Ackles," Jared said. He grabbed Jensen's hips and pulled him even closer. "And you're the man I want."
"Me too," Jensen whispered. He rested his forehead against Jared's. They stayed like that for a minute or two, until Jensen pulled back and looked Jared straight in the eye.
"Want you, Jared," he said. "Want you inside of me."
"God, yes," Jared said. He scooted to the edge of the couch and wrapped Jensen's legs around his waist. He stood up and carried Jensen towards the bedroom, Jensen content in the knowledge that he was with the one person he truly wanted.
Jared was really glad he'd changed his sheets. The old ones had been plain white, but not only were the new ones clean, the sight of Jensen sprawled out on black sheets was almost enough to make Jared come in his jeans.
Jared crawled up the bed until he was kissing Jensen again, using his entire body to caress and soothe. But as good as kissing was, Jared really wanted to get on to the naked.
He pushed Jensen's shirt up, and then pulled it off. Really, a man who spent that much time around food shouldn't look as good as Jensen did. Taut, toned, and scorching hot. Jared tried to kiss every square centimeter of exposed flesh, leaving Jensen a gasping mess.
Jared was one of those coordinated people who could walk and chew gum at the same time, so he had no problem undoing Jensen's fly while worshipping his chest. He pulled back and gave Jensen a questioning look as his fingers lingered at Jen's waistband. Jensen nodded, eyes dark and mouth full and lush. Jared eased Jen's jeans and boxers down until he could pull them off, tossing them into a corner.
Jared was an artist. Sometimes he worked with paper and pencil, sometimes with stone and wood. Sometimes it was bare-bones simple, other times incredibly intricate. But at that moment, he was certain he'd never seen anything more beautiful than Jensen. The curves of his body, the muscles rippling beneath sweet freckled skin. No painting, no building, no sculpture could ever match it. He wanted to run his hands over every inch, memorizing the work of art beneath him.
He ran his hands up Jensen's thighs, following his fingers with little kisses and licks. He catalogued Jensen's every moan and whimper, memorizing them all. He reached the crease of Jensen's hip, and nibbled his way up to his torso, marveling at the strong lines of Jensen's body.
He shifted slightly until he was poised over Jensen's cock. He looked at it, hard, flushed, and weeping with want. He glanced up and saw Jensen staring down at him, biting his lip in anticipation. Jared kept their eyes locked as he wrapped his hand around the hard flesh and started lapping at the head.
Jensen's whimpers turned into a constant stream of 'ohgodyesjareddon'tstop' as Jared sucked and licked and kissed every inch of his cock. When Jared finally took him into his mouth, nearly to the root, Jensen arched up and yelped so loud Jared was sure the neighbors were going to start banging on the walls. He so didn't care.
Jensen whimpered with loss when Jared rolled away to grab supplies from the night stand. But when he looked at the condom and the bottle of lube in Jared's hands, he sighed happily and moved his legs even farther apart.
Jared settled down between Jensen's thighs, and started back kissing and licking. He managed to coat his fingers with lube, and while Jensen was whimpering at the attention Jared's tongue was lavishing on his cock, Jared worked a long finger inside of him.
He continued on with first one, then two, then three, scissoring his fingers and working Jensen open. He curled them until they brushed against the tiny bundle and sent Jensen arching up off of the bed. He kept sucking and massaging the spot until Jensen erupted in his mouth, hot and salty, and tasting better than anything Jared had ever tried.
"Please, Jared," Jensen whimpered, as Jared kept stroking his softening cock. "Need you, please."
"You've got me, Jen," Jared said. He sat back on his heels and tore open the condom wrapper. He had to hold on to the base of his cock while he unrolled the rubber and slicked himself up, or things would end before they're really gotten started.
"How do you want it, Jen?" he asked, looking down at his lover.
"Want to see you," Jensen said. He reached up for Jared and pulled him down into a kiss. "Want to see you when you come inside of me."
Jared shuddered with want. "Dude, you can't say stuff like that if you want me to last very long," he said with a grin.
Jensen smirked. "I'm sure a strapping young fellow like you will be ready for round two in no time," he said. "But for now, I'd really like round one."
"Whatever you want," Jared said. He kissed Jensen again while he brought the head of his cock up to Jensen's puckered and slippery entrance. "Ready?" he asked.
"Yes. God yes. Please, Jared," Jensen whimpered.
Jared slid into Jensen, going agonizingly slow and relishing every millimeter. When he was balls deep and bottomed out, he looked down at Jensen losing himself momentarily in the shining green eyes.
"I think I'm in love with you," he said, and instantly regretted it. He looked down, away from Jensen's eyes.
Jensen wasn't having any of that. He grabbed Jared's chin and tipped his head up until their eyes met again. "Me too, Jay," he said. He leaned up and kissed Jared again. "Now please move. Want you so bad."
So Jared moved. He started with long, slow thrusts, letting Jensen get used to him. Then Jensen wrapped his legs around Jared, pulling him in closer.
"More, Jay, please," he begged.
Jared thrust in faster, shifting just that little bit that let him hit Jensen's prostate. Jensen was hard again, and Jared moved one of his hands until he was able to wrap it around Jensen and match his strokes to the thrusts of their bodies.
In the end, it was almost a surprise. He wanted it to last forever, but when Jensen suddenly tightened around him and screamed his release, Jared tumbled over after him, unable to help himself. His body felt wrecked but blissful, and he couldn't stop shivering. When he felt like his arms were about to give out, he carefully pulled out of Jensen and rolled over onto his back. He managed to strip off the condom and threw it in the general direction of the waste basket.
Jensen rolled over and snuggled up to his side, wrapping one arm around Jared's waist and throwing a leg over.
"Dude, that was amazing," he said, nuzzling Jared's shoulder.
"Can't talk now. Unable. Form. Coherent. Stuff," Jared mumbled.
Jensen chuckled. He dropped a chaste kiss on Jared's chest. "Okay, Sparky. You get some rest. We can think about round two in the morning."
Unbelievably, Jared's cock twitched at the thought. He wrapped his arm around Jensen and pulled him in for a kiss. "Nah, give me a couple of minutes and we can start round two tonight. You can make me breakfast tomorrow morning after round three."
"Make you breakfast? So what, I'm your personal chef now?" Jensen teased.
"No, but if you make breakfast, I'll be your personal plate," Jared offered. "Let you lick maple syrup off of every inch of me."
Jensen moaned. Jared felt his cock harden against his thigh. "That sounds like a fair trade," Jensen said, moving so that he was straddling Jared's thighs.
"Glad you agree," Jared said. "Ready for round two?" He settled his hands on Jensen's hips and gasped when their cocks rubbed against one another.
"Ring the bell."
Author: Texankate
Pairing/Characters: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17. You've been warned.
Wordcount: ~2200
Feedback: Is lovely
Disclaimer: If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream,. In other words: complete and utter fiction. I own nothing but my twisted and sordid little brain.
Warnings: Un-beta'd. And poorly written porn.
Summary: Architecture student Jared and aspiring chef Jensen are touring Europe in the summer(not together, and they've never even met). Their bags get mixed up at a train station, so they end up spending the rest of their trip learning about each other through the journals, music, and other items they had in their bags.
Author's Notes: Not much left now. But don't worry, there will be continuing adventures.
Jared was pretty sure he'd never been so full in his life. Jensen had made enough food for an army, but there was very little left. Harley and Sadie were devouring what was left of the roast chicken and potatoes; there were two lonely asparagus spears left, no salad, no bread, and half of a pear and blueberry tart. They'd gone through a bottle and a half of wine, and had laughed and talked all through the meal.
Turns out they were both middle children, with an older brother and younger sister. They were big fans of Bruce Willis and Quentin Tarantino, and had similar if not identical taste in music.
They compared notes on the great cities of Europe, and hesitantly talked about using each other's journals as guide books. Jared even admitted to watching some of Jensen's videos. He did leave out the jerking off to the sound of Jensen's voice bit, though. Didn't really want to scare him off.
They worked in comfortable silence to clean up the kitchen, with Jensen washing and Jared drying and putting away. The dogs curled up beneath the kitchen table and snored contentedly while their humans worked.
It was disgustingly domestic, but Jared had never been happier. He bumped shoulders with Jensen, under the guise of reaching for dishes, but it was just to be close to him. He'd never felt this connected to anyone, and he really didn't want it to end.
After kitchen duty, they curled up on Jared's couch and popped in "Ocean's 11". Jared loved Clooney in the movie, but Jensen was a Pitt man.
"Dude, nobody is as smooth as Rusty eating that fucking shrimp cocktail," Jensen said.
"Whatever, man. Danny is the one who ends up with the girl," Jared said.
"In this one," Jensen snorted. "And dude, Rusty totally hooks up with Catherine Zeta Jones in the next movie. And I have to say, even as a gay man, Catherine is way hotter than Julia."
"Really, they should just dump the girls and have sex," Jared said. "God, a Pitt/Clooney sex scene. I think the television would melt."
"Sorry, can't hear you. I'm in my happy place," Jensen said, sighing.
Once the credits rolled, Jared tried desperately to think of something to keep Jensen sitting next to him. They'd already had dessert, so he had to come up with something worthwhile.
Apparently, he was taking too long for Jensen. Before the last credit rolled, Jensen made his move, and Jared found himself pushed back against the arm of the couch with a lap full of Jensen. It was quite possibly the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Jensen wasn't sure if it was the wine, or just the way Jared's dimples flashed every time he laughed. But by the time Ocean and associates had walked away with a ton of cash, he was tired of keeping his hands to himself.
He launched himself at Jared, straddling his lap and pressing their lips together. When Jared didn't immediately react, Jensen thought maybe he'd rushed things, or misread Jared's feelings, but that only lasted the two seconds it took for Jared to get with the program.
God, the boy tasted good. Jensen loved kissing. He was a chef, a sensualist. His natural inclination was to explore with his tongue and his taste buds, categorizing and rating. And according to his very refined palate, Jared tasted incredible. There were lingering traces of wine and spice, and something underneath that was completely Jared.
Jared's hands were firmly planted on Jensen's hips, while Jensen's were cradling Jared's face, stroking the fine cheekbones and reaching to tangle his fingers in Jared's silky hair. Jared moaned softly when Jensen tugged his hair lightly, and Jensen discovered his new hair kink. Really, given the givens, who wouldn't have one?
Jared's hands crept up, slipping underneath Jensen's shirt. Jensen was suddenly reminded of the chicken, and Jared's fascination with poultry molestation. He pulled back just enough to giggle.
"What?" Jared asked, in a slight daze. "Did I do something?"
"Nah, just thinking about your little rant on poultry porn. Feel like rubbing butter on my chest?" Jensen teased.
Jared's eyes darkened and he gave Jensen a wicked grin. "Maybe." His hands ranged even further up Jensen's shirt, until his thumb grazed Jensen's nipples.
Jensen couldn't help the moan he gave, or the slight thrust of his hips. He felt like he was ready to blow. A tiny voice of sanity in his brain urged him to slow down.
"Jared, maybe we're going too fast," Jensen said, even though his body was decisively protesting that sentiment. "I mean, we don't even really know each other."
"Yes we do," Jared said, leaning forward to plant soft kisses along Jensen's neck. "I know you. I know how passionate you are about your job. I know that you want to feed people, to take care of them. I know you love your friends, and that you're brave, and…"
"Is that enough?" Jensen asked.
"You know it is, Jen," Jared said. "You know me. I know you do."
"I do," Jensen whispered. "You want to shelter people," he said, twining both hands through Jared's hair. "You want to give them a home, a place to be safe. You want to help them. You're a good man, Jared Padalecki."
"So are you, Jensen Ackles," Jared said. He grabbed Jensen's hips and pulled him even closer. "And you're the man I want."
"Me too," Jensen whispered. He rested his forehead against Jared's. They stayed like that for a minute or two, until Jensen pulled back and looked Jared straight in the eye.
"Want you, Jared," he said. "Want you inside of me."
"God, yes," Jared said. He scooted to the edge of the couch and wrapped Jensen's legs around his waist. He stood up and carried Jensen towards the bedroom, Jensen content in the knowledge that he was with the one person he truly wanted.
Jared was really glad he'd changed his sheets. The old ones had been plain white, but not only were the new ones clean, the sight of Jensen sprawled out on black sheets was almost enough to make Jared come in his jeans.
Jared crawled up the bed until he was kissing Jensen again, using his entire body to caress and soothe. But as good as kissing was, Jared really wanted to get on to the naked.
He pushed Jensen's shirt up, and then pulled it off. Really, a man who spent that much time around food shouldn't look as good as Jensen did. Taut, toned, and scorching hot. Jared tried to kiss every square centimeter of exposed flesh, leaving Jensen a gasping mess.
Jared was one of those coordinated people who could walk and chew gum at the same time, so he had no problem undoing Jensen's fly while worshipping his chest. He pulled back and gave Jensen a questioning look as his fingers lingered at Jen's waistband. Jensen nodded, eyes dark and mouth full and lush. Jared eased Jen's jeans and boxers down until he could pull them off, tossing them into a corner.
Jared was an artist. Sometimes he worked with paper and pencil, sometimes with stone and wood. Sometimes it was bare-bones simple, other times incredibly intricate. But at that moment, he was certain he'd never seen anything more beautiful than Jensen. The curves of his body, the muscles rippling beneath sweet freckled skin. No painting, no building, no sculpture could ever match it. He wanted to run his hands over every inch, memorizing the work of art beneath him.
He ran his hands up Jensen's thighs, following his fingers with little kisses and licks. He catalogued Jensen's every moan and whimper, memorizing them all. He reached the crease of Jensen's hip, and nibbled his way up to his torso, marveling at the strong lines of Jensen's body.
He shifted slightly until he was poised over Jensen's cock. He looked at it, hard, flushed, and weeping with want. He glanced up and saw Jensen staring down at him, biting his lip in anticipation. Jared kept their eyes locked as he wrapped his hand around the hard flesh and started lapping at the head.
Jensen's whimpers turned into a constant stream of 'ohgodyesjareddon'tstop' as Jared sucked and licked and kissed every inch of his cock. When Jared finally took him into his mouth, nearly to the root, Jensen arched up and yelped so loud Jared was sure the neighbors were going to start banging on the walls. He so didn't care.
Jensen whimpered with loss when Jared rolled away to grab supplies from the night stand. But when he looked at the condom and the bottle of lube in Jared's hands, he sighed happily and moved his legs even farther apart.
Jared settled down between Jensen's thighs, and started back kissing and licking. He managed to coat his fingers with lube, and while Jensen was whimpering at the attention Jared's tongue was lavishing on his cock, Jared worked a long finger inside of him.
He continued on with first one, then two, then three, scissoring his fingers and working Jensen open. He curled them until they brushed against the tiny bundle and sent Jensen arching up off of the bed. He kept sucking and massaging the spot until Jensen erupted in his mouth, hot and salty, and tasting better than anything Jared had ever tried.
"Please, Jared," Jensen whimpered, as Jared kept stroking his softening cock. "Need you, please."
"You've got me, Jen," Jared said. He sat back on his heels and tore open the condom wrapper. He had to hold on to the base of his cock while he unrolled the rubber and slicked himself up, or things would end before they're really gotten started.
"How do you want it, Jen?" he asked, looking down at his lover.
"Want to see you," Jensen said. He reached up for Jared and pulled him down into a kiss. "Want to see you when you come inside of me."
Jared shuddered with want. "Dude, you can't say stuff like that if you want me to last very long," he said with a grin.
Jensen smirked. "I'm sure a strapping young fellow like you will be ready for round two in no time," he said. "But for now, I'd really like round one."
"Whatever you want," Jared said. He kissed Jensen again while he brought the head of his cock up to Jensen's puckered and slippery entrance. "Ready?" he asked.
"Yes. God yes. Please, Jared," Jensen whimpered.
Jared slid into Jensen, going agonizingly slow and relishing every millimeter. When he was balls deep and bottomed out, he looked down at Jensen losing himself momentarily in the shining green eyes.
"I think I'm in love with you," he said, and instantly regretted it. He looked down, away from Jensen's eyes.
Jensen wasn't having any of that. He grabbed Jared's chin and tipped his head up until their eyes met again. "Me too, Jay," he said. He leaned up and kissed Jared again. "Now please move. Want you so bad."
So Jared moved. He started with long, slow thrusts, letting Jensen get used to him. Then Jensen wrapped his legs around Jared, pulling him in closer.
"More, Jay, please," he begged.
Jared thrust in faster, shifting just that little bit that let him hit Jensen's prostate. Jensen was hard again, and Jared moved one of his hands until he was able to wrap it around Jensen and match his strokes to the thrusts of their bodies.
In the end, it was almost a surprise. He wanted it to last forever, but when Jensen suddenly tightened around him and screamed his release, Jared tumbled over after him, unable to help himself. His body felt wrecked but blissful, and he couldn't stop shivering. When he felt like his arms were about to give out, he carefully pulled out of Jensen and rolled over onto his back. He managed to strip off the condom and threw it in the general direction of the waste basket.
Jensen rolled over and snuggled up to his side, wrapping one arm around Jared's waist and throwing a leg over.
"Dude, that was amazing," he said, nuzzling Jared's shoulder.
"Can't talk now. Unable. Form. Coherent. Stuff," Jared mumbled.
Jensen chuckled. He dropped a chaste kiss on Jared's chest. "Okay, Sparky. You get some rest. We can think about round two in the morning."
Unbelievably, Jared's cock twitched at the thought. He wrapped his arm around Jensen and pulled him in for a kiss. "Nah, give me a couple of minutes and we can start round two tonight. You can make me breakfast tomorrow morning after round three."
"Make you breakfast? So what, I'm your personal chef now?" Jensen teased.
"No, but if you make breakfast, I'll be your personal plate," Jared offered. "Let you lick maple syrup off of every inch of me."
Jensen moaned. Jared felt his cock harden against his thigh. "That sounds like a fair trade," Jensen said, moving so that he was straddling Jared's thighs.
"Glad you agree," Jared said. "Ready for round two?" He settled his hands on Jensen's hips and gasped when their cocks rubbed against one another.
"Ring the bell."