Hard For Me To Breathe
Title: Hard For Me To Breathe
Prompt: in public
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 705
Summary: Part of my Rockstar!Jared verse. What's a ride on a tour bus without a pit stop here and there? Jared wants some air which Jensen is all too happy to provide. Written for kink_bingo
Jensen’s hands were gripped so tight he was sure he was going to get splinters, the bark rough against his palms, not even remotely matching the force that was Jared behind him, his jeans lay crumpled several feet away, the breeze not so gentle on his overheated skin, a needless reminder of just how exposed he was, his dick ached, he needed friction, Jared’s hand so dangerously close, pressed firm against his lower abdomen, the other at his hip, pulling Jensen back onto him, as he thrust his hips forward and Jensen grunted through clenched teeth, hissing from the stretch of his split lip, the one he’d bit just moments before, trying to keep quiet.
They were about fifty yards away from a family picnic area, though of course there was no one else around, and he was sure that Jeffrey would make sure it stayed that way, but it didn’t make it any less exhilarating and the knowledge that every member of Jared’s entourage knew exactly what they were doing didn’t hurt either. Jared had wanted to stop, said he needed fresh air, he wasn’t fooling anyone.
“Come on Jen, don’t hold back on me now, I want to hear every little sound you make with that pretty mouth,” and he let his fingers drop, brushing the head of Jensen’s cock, feather light, just enough to tease, earning him what sounded like a strangled whine from the man beneath him, and he smirked as Jensen’s hips rocked forward involuntarily.
Jensen huffed, “If I didn’t know any better,” pausing to try and get his breathing back under control, “I’d say you want an audience.”
“Getting stage fright?” Jared whispered darkly, chuckling on a particularly harsh thrust, Jensen’s bottom lip trembling, eyes fluttering shut.
“You’d just love to fuck me on stage wouldn’t you,” it wasn’t a question.
“You’d love that wouldn’t you? Hear that crowd screaming for more as I take you on your knees, split you open with my cock, make you beg ‘til you scream ‘til all you can see are stars, with me buried so deep inside you, you’ll feel me for days-” he quirked his brow, laughter leaving Jensen on a shaky breath, “...what?”
Jensen tried to look at him over his shoulder, but he couldn’t get a good look from this angle, and he needed to do something if he was going to come, “You really love the sound of your own voice don’t you?”
“You got something to say?”
“Mine’s better.”
And at that Jared pulled him away from the tree, pain shooting up Jensen’s wrists as his hands found purchase on the earth, legs hoisted up in the air, Jared taking a good hold of his thighs, and he cried out as Jared’s cock slid over his prostate, “Jesus. Fuck. Jared.”
His heart pounding in his ears, he could feel each individual drop of sweat trickle along his spine, and he arched his back, trying to get away from the tickling sensation, Jared holding him in place, his arms started to quake, fingers clawing at the dirt, feeling that all too familiar tug in the pit of his belly, “Jared, please...”
“Please what?”
“Please...j-ju-just please...God I need...”
And Jared smirked, knowing exactly what Jensen wanted, moving his right arm round to support Jensen’s weight as he removed his left hand from his leg, “You need what?”
“You,” Jensen managed to force out between pants, “ I ne-need you to touu-uch meh-me,” and he swallowed hard, “You bastard.”
“Well since you asked so nicely,” Jared closed his hand around Jensen’s cock, all it took was a few good lazy strokes and he was coming, ropes of the sticky substance coating his chest and dripping down onto the ground, Jared’s hips surging forward in rapid succession as the walls of muscle clamped down hard milking him for all he was worth, filling the condom, and he let go, Jensen collapsing onto the earth beneath him with a dull thud, Jared stumbling back against a tree.
Jensen turned his head to the other side, not quite having the energy to move much else, and not really caring to, but still he couldn’t help but think, “We should have air more often.”
Prompt: in public
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 705
Summary: Part of my Rockstar!Jared verse. What's a ride on a tour bus without a pit stop here and there? Jared wants some air which Jensen is all too happy to provide. Written for kink_bingo
Jensen’s hands were gripped so tight he was sure he was going to get splinters, the bark rough against his palms, not even remotely matching the force that was Jared behind him, his jeans lay crumpled several feet away, the breeze not so gentle on his overheated skin, a needless reminder of just how exposed he was, his dick ached, he needed friction, Jared’s hand so dangerously close, pressed firm against his lower abdomen, the other at his hip, pulling Jensen back onto him, as he thrust his hips forward and Jensen grunted through clenched teeth, hissing from the stretch of his split lip, the one he’d bit just moments before, trying to keep quiet.
They were about fifty yards away from a family picnic area, though of course there was no one else around, and he was sure that Jeffrey would make sure it stayed that way, but it didn’t make it any less exhilarating and the knowledge that every member of Jared’s entourage knew exactly what they were doing didn’t hurt either. Jared had wanted to stop, said he needed fresh air, he wasn’t fooling anyone.
“Come on Jen, don’t hold back on me now, I want to hear every little sound you make with that pretty mouth,” and he let his fingers drop, brushing the head of Jensen’s cock, feather light, just enough to tease, earning him what sounded like a strangled whine from the man beneath him, and he smirked as Jensen’s hips rocked forward involuntarily.
Jensen huffed, “If I didn’t know any better,” pausing to try and get his breathing back under control, “I’d say you want an audience.”
“Getting stage fright?” Jared whispered darkly, chuckling on a particularly harsh thrust, Jensen’s bottom lip trembling, eyes fluttering shut.
“You’d just love to fuck me on stage wouldn’t you,” it wasn’t a question.
“You’d love that wouldn’t you? Hear that crowd screaming for more as I take you on your knees, split you open with my cock, make you beg ‘til you scream ‘til all you can see are stars, with me buried so deep inside you, you’ll feel me for days-” he quirked his brow, laughter leaving Jensen on a shaky breath, “...what?”
Jensen tried to look at him over his shoulder, but he couldn’t get a good look from this angle, and he needed to do something if he was going to come, “You really love the sound of your own voice don’t you?”
“You got something to say?”
“Mine’s better.”
And at that Jared pulled him away from the tree, pain shooting up Jensen’s wrists as his hands found purchase on the earth, legs hoisted up in the air, Jared taking a good hold of his thighs, and he cried out as Jared’s cock slid over his prostate, “Jesus. Fuck. Jared.”
His heart pounding in his ears, he could feel each individual drop of sweat trickle along his spine, and he arched his back, trying to get away from the tickling sensation, Jared holding him in place, his arms started to quake, fingers clawing at the dirt, feeling that all too familiar tug in the pit of his belly, “Jared, please...”
“Please what?”
“Please...j-ju-just please...God I need...”
And Jared smirked, knowing exactly what Jensen wanted, moving his right arm round to support Jensen’s weight as he removed his left hand from his leg, “You need what?”
“You,” Jensen managed to force out between pants, “ I ne-need you to touu-uch meh-me,” and he swallowed hard, “You bastard.”
“Well since you asked so nicely,” Jared closed his hand around Jensen’s cock, all it took was a few good lazy strokes and he was coming, ropes of the sticky substance coating his chest and dripping down onto the ground, Jared’s hips surging forward in rapid succession as the walls of muscle clamped down hard milking him for all he was worth, filling the condom, and he let go, Jensen collapsing onto the earth beneath him with a dull thud, Jared stumbling back against a tree.
Jensen turned his head to the other side, not quite having the energy to move much else, and not really caring to, but still he couldn’t help but think, “We should have air more often.”