Role Reversal
Title: Role Reversal
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 057. Lunch.
fanfic100 Table: here
Word Count: 3,985
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP: rimming, fingering, anal, idk...language?
Summary: Follow up to this. Jared takes Jensen up on the challenge to let him lead.
There’s a reason why Sam and Dean have never swapped bodies on Supernatural. Well, there’s a more technical reason. Though, truth be told, Jensen would have had a tough time with it personally, too. While he’s sure they could have pulled it off, and it would have had its comedic moments, he’s always had the utmost respect for what Jared does with Sam, and the role reversal would have been a huge shock to his system.
He thinks of that now, when he really shouldn’t be thinking about it, but it’s sort of relevant, in a way. It’s just that he never thought he’d feel out of his element when it came to sex, but here he is, wondering how the hell to work this role reversal with Jared.
It’s not that it’s awkward. They’ve done awkward. They’ve already had their firsts together where they’ve worked through lots of fumbling and odd pauses for prep. It’s that Jensen’s gotten comfortable with what they’ve been doing already. They’ve got a nice range from frantic and rough sex to slow and loving, with those occasions where Jared takes charge peppered in nicely. It’s not as if there’s anything wrong or missingfrom their sex life, so changing things up feels a little odd, even if it’s only the switch of putting Jensen in charge.
The idea still excited Jensen, when Jared mentioned it. And after all, it’s only fair of him to reciprocate. Jensen was even still up for it when they met in his trailer for lunch. Jared had cuddled up to him after eating, pulled him into a kiss, hand settling on Jensen’s crotch.
“You know better,” Jensen had said, pulling away and shaking his head in mock disapproval. They’d agreed long ago not to tease each other on breaks, but sometimes they couldn’t help themselves.
Jared laughed and kissed him again, hand moving to link with Jensen’s. “You wanna try it tonight?”
His tone was quieter, curious, and it took Jensen a moment to realize what Jared was asking. But when he did, he smiled, his heart full with Jared’s expression, those hopeful eyes. It wasn’t about a challenge or a kink. It was about Jared wanting to please him. Not that he didn’t already.
“Yeah,” Jensen had answered, watching Jared’s smile grow. “Yeah, I want to.”
Except now, Jensen’s standing in the bedroom like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, both of them in the air as he tries to answer Jared’s question.
“Tell me what you want,” Jared had whispered, after they’d made their way up here, all hot and bothered, tongues down each other’s throats. It’s a simple enough question. But Jensen suddenly feels like he’s scrambling for an answer; like he has no idea what he wants. And suddenly, he’s nervous, because what if what he wants is ordinary or stupid, or maybe something Jared doesn’t actually like. It’s oddly never been an issue from the other side of things, for Jensen. It goes without saying that while he takes direction, Jared would never force him to do something he didn’t want to do, and so far, Jared’s only wanted things that Jensen’s been happy to participate in. But now…
“Hey.” Jared’s soft voice breaks Jensen out of his panicked thoughts, back to the moment, warm hands on Jensen’s still-clothed shoulders. “We don’t have to try this tonight if you don’t want to. Or if you wanna talk about it more first, that’s fine.”
Jensen looks at him for a moment and then scoffs, feeling stupid. “Shouldn’t I be saying that to you? You’re the one who’s supposed to be doing whatever I want. I’m in charge. Why am I more worried than you are?”
“Being in charge isn’t always easy,” Jared says, letting his hands drop and shrugging. “It’s a lot to think about. I mean, shit, you know how many people hate their bosses? You never know how someone will react to you taking charge.”
“How come it was so easy for you to do this?”
Jared shrugs again. “Because I trust you.” And Jensen suddenly feels like an asshole. “I feel comfortable enough with you that I know you won’t judge me for what I ask for. A couple times I’ve hesitated a little, but it’s always felt okay to still just…go for it.” He pauses, running a hand through his hair. “That’s part of why I praise you for it, Jen. It’s not just that you physically do those things for me, and you make me feel good, and you get me off. It’s that I honestly just couldn’t do that with anybody else.”
There’s a moment of silence before Jensen gets out, “I am so sorry. I don’t want to make you feel like I don’t trust you enough to do this. I’d trust you with my life, I just-“
“It’s okay.” Jared holds his hands up to stop Jensen, chuckling a little. “I know you trust me. And I get it. It’s also just that it’s sex. People are still uptight about it. Society is. Sometimes it doesn’t matter who you’re with, you still just feel weird giving sex orders out loud and actually voicing what you want.”
Jensen exaggerates a frown. “I’m not a prude.”
“I know you’re not,” Jared laughs, dimples showing. “Far from it. But it can still be an odd thing the first time you do it. It’s just something we have to work through. If you want to,” Jared clarifies. “But I’m sure after you do it once, it’ll be fine.”
Jensen closes his eyes and sighs, trying to clear his mind. “How do you always know what to ask for? Right now, I feel like a freakin’ caveman, and it all just boils down to ‘make me come,’ but there’s gotta be some detail there.”
“We can start slow,” Jared answers. “It kinda helps to be in the mood, which we’re a little out of right now. But we can talk it through this time, too. Let’s think about the things you like. And maybe in the meantime, get at least a little bit undressed.” He pauses for a moment, eyeing Jensen up and down. “You want me to undress you?”
Jensen almost laughs, because the whole situation feels so ridiculous right now. But then he thinks about it, looking back at Jared and staring at that tall frame. “Maybe not,” he says, backing away towards the bed as he starts undoing his belt. This is the first idea he’s had, so he figures he should probably just go with it. “Maybe I can undress myself.” He drops the belt, gets his pants off, along with his socks, then pulls his shirt over his head. “Maybe you can undress yourself for me.” He pulls his boxers off all nonchalant, as if he doesn’t feel Jared’s eyes on him, and flops on the bed, a little hard and grinning with satisfaction when he sees how dark Jared’s eyes have gone.
“You want me to strip?” Jared finally says, smirking at him. When Jensen nods, Jared ducks his head, biting his lip and looking up at Jensen through rogue strands of hair. “You wanna make that sound like an order?”
Jensen’s pulse picks up a bit, and it’s the first sign he gets that makes him feel like he might like this. “Strip for me,” he orders, and his voice ends up a little lower than intended, a little more Dean, almost, and he watches Jared’s cheeks go pink.
He watches as Jared reaches for his belt; watches as Jared, though excited, visibly gulps. He realizes then that this is a little off-putting for both of them, in a way, and this ask is a little out of Jared’s comfort zone, even if it doesn’t involve any strange sexual acts. Not that Jared can’t be sexy or play up his sex appeal. He’s done it plenty of times. It’s just never been like this, where he’s on display and for a somewhat extended period. More often than not, this would be the kind of thing that Jared would turn into a joke and add some silly moves to, rather than put on a real show. Most of the time, Jared’s too self-effacing for this sort of thing.
It makes Jensen wonder if this whole idea will just be a bust. Maybe they aren’t meant to work this way. But then Jared’s slowly pulling his belt out of the loops on his jeans and tossing it aside. He’s already breathing heavier, Jensen can see that. He watches as Jared pops the button and lowers the zipper so slowly it’s almost painful, but Jensen gets a little harder, and Jared sees that, finds the encouragement, spreads his jeans open to show the bulge in his boxers. Jensen can tell Jared’s fully hard, and he wonders how much of that is actually just from nerves, but now he’s hard, too, dick resting against his belly.
Jared takes his time lowering the jeans and pulling them off, socks going with them, then stands up again, fingers playing at the hem of his shirt. He eyes Jensen as he pulls up, little by little, abs and chest slowly revealed. Jensen swallows, wondering how the hell he ended up with someone so sculpted and noting Jared’s hard nipples before following the movement of the shirt up over Jared’s head, mussing his hair up some more. Jared keeps a hold of the shirt and, using both hands, passes it over his crotch and back up over his ass, hips moving as he rubs back and forth a few times, before tossing the shirt away. He takes a moment to run his hands up through his hair, head back, showing off the length of his throat, of his whole body.
Jensen can’t help but touch himself, fingers just grazing his cock, and Jared notices, smirking a little before turning his back to Jensen. He’s this perfect figure of muscled shoulders and back, hands reaching behind him to hook his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, pulling down to slowly expose that tight, round ass.
Jensen’s hand grips his dick firmly and strokes, and Jared looks over his shoulder to see. He bends down to pull his boxers off and dispose of them, then takes his time turning around to face Jensen, all flushed and hard. It’s not as if Jared’s never topped before, but Jensen doesn’t bother to cover up the way he stares at Jared’s dick, feeling a thrill rush through him knowing that this time, Jared will be inside him, and he’ll be the one with complete control.
“Come here.” Jensen’s voice is a rasp, and he clears his throat as Jared crawls up the bed, hovering over him, close enough to kiss, but not doing it, not yet.
“Tell me what you like,” he says, eyes staring into Jensen’s. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
It’s not as if they don’t both already know what Jensen likes, but Jensen still has to let his brain process for a second. Truthfully, he’s good at taking orders from Jared and holding off his orgasm because he likes it. He likes foreplay and a slow burn, knows the payoff is so fucking worth it, when he finally comes. He likes it when it all builds up inside him until he almost feels like he can’t even breathe with the need to get off. So, he starts small.
“Kiss me,” he says, and Jared doesn’t hesitate at all, lips connecting with Jensen’s instantly. They’re breathing against each other, Jared’s tongue slow and questioning until Jensen offers his approval with a low moan. Jensen’s hips lift, and that’s when he realizes that Jared is still up on his knees, in an awkward position where most of the rest of his body isn’t touching Jensen’s yet. Jensen breaks the kiss, starting to feel a little high on the power of giving Jared permission to do everything in this moment. “Want your body on me.”
He feels a little stupid, thinking there was probably a better, sexier way of saying that, but Jared gets it and lays down on top of him, Jensen’s hips lifting again when their dicks touch.
“More,” Jensen grunts, and Jared groans and starts rutting against him. It’s such a fucking tease, and Jensen arches, encouraging Jared, feeling that first bit of slick between their bodies. “Stop.” He can tell Jared wants to whine, but to his credit, he stays quiet and goes still, panting. Jensen’s quiet for a moment, still thinking there has to be a less ridiculous way of wording things than what’s in his brain.
“Tell me what you want, Jen,” Jared whispers after a moment, sensing Jensen’s hesitation.
“Nipples,” is all Jensen says, and Jared’s moving down, covering one with his mouth, tongue flicking over it, and Jensen closes his eyes, gets a hand in Jared’s hair. “Teeth.” Jared bites a little, making Jensen gasp, and Jensen thinks that maybe this whole one-word thing is the way to go.
Jared moves to the other side, hand coming up to play with the nipple he just left wet and hard in the cool air. Jensen shivers a little, letting Jared’s teeth lightly tug just one more time before ordering him to stop.
“Get the lube.” If the air weren’t so heavy with sex, Jensen would laugh at the way Jared practically leaps for the drawer by the bed. He takes a breath, and Jared stops in mid-reach, waiting for Jensen’s next direction. “Cherry.”
Jensen says it so quietly, he’s not sure he says it at all, but he sees the physical reaction in Jared, the want in all of his body language as he reaches for the flavored lube, pulling it out and settling between Jensen’s legs.
“Like this.” Jensen licks his lips, looking up at Jared. “Lift me.”
Jared complies, getting his arms under Jensen’s legs, his hands on Jensen’s ass, pushing and holding Jensen so that he’s suddenly bent and almost upside-down on the bed, Jared supporting him enough to be able to taste him. He doesn’t have to direct Jared to warm the lube up in his fingers before spreading it over Jensen’s asshole, rubbing just slightly, making Jensen clench and gasp.
“Use your mouth.”
When Jared licks over his hole with the flat of his tongue, Jensen’s mouth falls open while his eyes close, getting lost in the moment, letting Jared support and pleasure him, and he thinks maybe it isn’t fair that Jared’s doing all of the work, but they’ll both be fine in the end. Jared licks over a few more times, then circles with the tip of his tongue, prompting Jensen’s groan of “Inside.” Jared’s tongue pushes in, just a little, and Jensen hisses, feeling so fucking sensitive as Jared keeps pushing, faster.
“Can you go higher?” Jensen asks, not sure if that even makes sense. His own voice is oddly high now, strung-out. Jared understands, as always, and moves to lick what he can reach of Jensen’s perineum, his sack, and Jensen can’t help the moan that escapes his lips, still high-pitched. He shudders, feels more pre-come spill onto his belly, and Jared does whine this time. “Fingers,” Jensen breathes, unable to blame him for wanting to move things along. Jared slicks them up again, starting with one, but it doesn’t take long for Jensen to need more. “Two. Deeper. Ngh, fuck, right there.”
Jared keeps his fingers crooked, keeps rubbing on that spot that makes Jensen’s brain feel almost blank, except for the pulses of pleasure from deep inside him. He doesn’t ask for a third, knowing they’re both more than ready, and that Jared hasn’t even touched himself since he stripped.
“Now. Lower.”
He’s glad they understand each other so well; that he doesn’t have to say much. Jared lowers him to where he’s more comfortable, and he can just wrap his legs around him, watching as Jared finally reaches for himself. It’s only to guide himself inside, but Jensen can see how just that little touch after all this time affects Jared, the sharp intake of breath and quick jerk of his hips.
Jensen’s growl turns to a moan as he feels and then relaxes with the stretch, letting Jared in; Jared, who can’t keep from moaning loudly when he’s pushed all the way inside, arms bracketing Jensen as he goes still and tense, expression pained as he waits for Jensen’s order. Jensen’s never felt so powerful in his life.
“Take it slow.”
Jared whimpers and pulls back.
“Slower.”
Maybe it’s all going to Jensen’s head, and he’s doing this on purpose, smirking a little. But then that drag out until just the head is catching on the rim makes him just as crazy as it does Jared. He lets Jared do another slow push in, until he feels full, feels Jared slip past his prostate and send sparks up his spine.
“Faster.”
Jared groans with relief, setting a pace that’s such a sudden change to everything they’ve done until now that it has Jensen gasping, panting, clawing at Jared’s arms. He manages to catch his breath enough to blurt out, “Hold me,” and Jared drops to him, arms pushing their way under him. Jensen’s hands move to Jared’s back, bringing him even closer. “Kiss me.”
The new position and distraction of Jensen’s tongue slows Jared a bit, and Jensen’s grateful for it; grateful for how wrapped up in this he is, Jared around him and inside him, and while it was there from the beginning, it’s then that Jensen feels the strength of the love between them, a connection so intense it almost hurts, but he’d do just about anything to keep it.
Their kisses keep breaking as they lose their breath, as Jensen starts moaning with each of Jared’s thrusts, tossing his head back and snaking a hand between them to stroke his dick, already so fucking wet. “Harder,” Jensen demands, jolting with the way Jared shoves in, hips stuttering a little on the way back. “Harder.”
Jared pulls out suddenly and pulls away from Jensen, sitting back between Jensen’s legs, gasping, eyes squeezed shut.
“Jared?” It takes Jensen a moment to figure out what’s happening, clenching where he’s empty now, getting his hands back beneath him to prop himself up. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
It’s then that he sees the grip Jared has on the base of his dick, the way Jared’s chest heaves, the way he grits his teeth.
“Jay…” Jensen feels his heart drop, knows that he caused this. He realizes that while he started all of this in a bit of fun, and while there have been times when their roles were reversed that he’s come before he’s been told, Jared had never challenged him. Jensen taking Jared’s orders was just something that had happened on its own.
He hadn’t meant to set expectations like this; to use sex against Jared like this. While Jared must know that on some level, Jensen still feels the need to put a stop to this. It has no place in all of the love and trust between them.
“Jay. Don’t stop. Come on.” He reaches for Jared, tries to pull him close again.
“I can’t,” Jared gets out, still trying so hard to hold back, to stop himself. “I’m gonna come.”
“It’s okay,” Jensen soothes, sitting up more so that he can be closer to Jared. He reaches around, runs his fingers up Jared’s spine, starts kissing his neck, his shoulder. “So good, Jared,” he murmurs against Jared’s skin, repeating what Jared does for him, but he means it. He feels Jared shiver beneath his touch, hears that small sound in Jared’s throat that lets him know Jared feels the praise just as much as he does, when he’s on the receiving end. “You’re so good for me.” He feels Jared relaxing with him, keeps stroking Jared’s back, keeps nuzzling, leaving kisses wherever he can. It gets the mood back, makes Jensen feel like he’s right back where they left off. “Please, Jared, don’t stop. I’m so fucking close, I promise, I’m almost there, I just need you inside me.” He finds Jared’s lips, kisses them.
“What if I don’t make it?” Jared breathes, as if Jensen could ever be disappointed in him. He wants that thought out of Jared’s head right now.
“Then I’ll just make you do something else for me,” Jensen says, smiling, making it sound easy, making Jared relax more and smile back. “Come on. Come back. Come inside me.” Jared gives him another quick a kiss.
“Yes.”
They fall back to the bed together, get back into position, Jared pushing inside again before he gets Jensen back in his arms.
“Hard,” Jensen says immediately, not caring if it pushes Jared over the edge. He is already close, already stroking himself with the hand that isn’t gripping Jared’s shoulder. “Harder.”
“I love you,” Jared breathes, even as he’s thrusting, and it’s almost like it’s involuntary, like he just can’t help saying it, and Jensen’s heart thumps in his chest.
It’s noisy then, all grunts and groans and the thumping of the bed, but it’s just what Jensen wants, feeling that full force of all of Jared’s strength, but knowing he’s in charge of it, controlling it, and that’s what gets him off. It’s what has him in full voice, getting louder, hand still moving between them as he writhes under Jared, trying to meet him, to get him deeper, to feel even more as his body goes tight. He hears Jared’s matching cries, feeling heat and sweat break out over the both of them, and he comes just before Jared does, throat feeling raw, but that doesn’t stop his moan and whimper when Jared goes even harder, coming as Jensen clenches around him, losing control.
They come down together, Jared sagging on top of him, Jensen’s hand trapped between them, along with the mess of his come. He feels Jared’s inside of him, feels Jared slowly softening. He manages to pull his hand out and stroke up Jared’s back again, neither of them caring that it leaves a light, sticky trail in its wake.
“You’re so good, Jared,” Jensen whispers, or maybe mumbles, feeling a little boneless, as his hand flops away and down to the bed. Jared shivers again and gives one last thrust in response, then squirms, too sensitive now. He still pauses before pulling out, kissing Jensen’s neck.
“Wish I could just stay inside you.”
“That’s sweet, but you really can’t,” Jensen says, even though he does feel it in his heart. Jared chuckles a little and pulls out slowly, both of them sighing with the feel of it. Jared still lays on top of him, both of their soft dicks resting between them. “I love you, too.”
Jared nuzzles in and kisses Jensen’s shoulder in response, then sighs, heavy against him. “I should get up. Get you cleaned up.”
“Don’t.” Jensen shakes his head as much as he can on the pillow, with Jared on top of him. “Don’t leave.” He can feel Jared smile against him.
“But you hate waking up with this later, and you know it.”
“I don’t care,” Jensen says, summoning the strength to wrap his arms around Jared. “Not tonight.”
Jared seems grateful for the reprieve, practically melting into Jensen. “That was intense,” he says tiredly, and Jensen knows he’ll be out like a light soon. They both will. “Always wondered how it felt for you. Didn’t know it was so good.”
“Same,” Jensen murmurs, closing his eyes. He hears the soft sounds of Jared’s even deep, breathing, feels the puffs against his skin, and he smiles a little as he drifts off himself, wondering how the hell he got so lucky.
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 057. Lunch.
fanfic100 Table: here
Word Count: 3,985
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP: rimming, fingering, anal, idk...language?
Summary: Follow up to this. Jared takes Jensen up on the challenge to let him lead.
There’s a reason why Sam and Dean have never swapped bodies on Supernatural. Well, there’s a more technical reason. Though, truth be told, Jensen would have had a tough time with it personally, too. While he’s sure they could have pulled it off, and it would have had its comedic moments, he’s always had the utmost respect for what Jared does with Sam, and the role reversal would have been a huge shock to his system.
He thinks of that now, when he really shouldn’t be thinking about it, but it’s sort of relevant, in a way. It’s just that he never thought he’d feel out of his element when it came to sex, but here he is, wondering how the hell to work this role reversal with Jared.
It’s not that it’s awkward. They’ve done awkward. They’ve already had their firsts together where they’ve worked through lots of fumbling and odd pauses for prep. It’s that Jensen’s gotten comfortable with what they’ve been doing already. They’ve got a nice range from frantic and rough sex to slow and loving, with those occasions where Jared takes charge peppered in nicely. It’s not as if there’s anything wrong or missingfrom their sex life, so changing things up feels a little odd, even if it’s only the switch of putting Jensen in charge.
The idea still excited Jensen, when Jared mentioned it. And after all, it’s only fair of him to reciprocate. Jensen was even still up for it when they met in his trailer for lunch. Jared had cuddled up to him after eating, pulled him into a kiss, hand settling on Jensen’s crotch.
“You know better,” Jensen had said, pulling away and shaking his head in mock disapproval. They’d agreed long ago not to tease each other on breaks, but sometimes they couldn’t help themselves.
Jared laughed and kissed him again, hand moving to link with Jensen’s. “You wanna try it tonight?”
His tone was quieter, curious, and it took Jensen a moment to realize what Jared was asking. But when he did, he smiled, his heart full with Jared’s expression, those hopeful eyes. It wasn’t about a challenge or a kink. It was about Jared wanting to please him. Not that he didn’t already.
“Yeah,” Jensen had answered, watching Jared’s smile grow. “Yeah, I want to.”
Except now, Jensen’s standing in the bedroom like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, both of them in the air as he tries to answer Jared’s question.
“Tell me what you want,” Jared had whispered, after they’d made their way up here, all hot and bothered, tongues down each other’s throats. It’s a simple enough question. But Jensen suddenly feels like he’s scrambling for an answer; like he has no idea what he wants. And suddenly, he’s nervous, because what if what he wants is ordinary or stupid, or maybe something Jared doesn’t actually like. It’s oddly never been an issue from the other side of things, for Jensen. It goes without saying that while he takes direction, Jared would never force him to do something he didn’t want to do, and so far, Jared’s only wanted things that Jensen’s been happy to participate in. But now…
“Hey.” Jared’s soft voice breaks Jensen out of his panicked thoughts, back to the moment, warm hands on Jensen’s still-clothed shoulders. “We don’t have to try this tonight if you don’t want to. Or if you wanna talk about it more first, that’s fine.”
Jensen looks at him for a moment and then scoffs, feeling stupid. “Shouldn’t I be saying that to you? You’re the one who’s supposed to be doing whatever I want. I’m in charge. Why am I more worried than you are?”
“Being in charge isn’t always easy,” Jared says, letting his hands drop and shrugging. “It’s a lot to think about. I mean, shit, you know how many people hate their bosses? You never know how someone will react to you taking charge.”
“How come it was so easy for you to do this?”
Jared shrugs again. “Because I trust you.” And Jensen suddenly feels like an asshole. “I feel comfortable enough with you that I know you won’t judge me for what I ask for. A couple times I’ve hesitated a little, but it’s always felt okay to still just…go for it.” He pauses, running a hand through his hair. “That’s part of why I praise you for it, Jen. It’s not just that you physically do those things for me, and you make me feel good, and you get me off. It’s that I honestly just couldn’t do that with anybody else.”
There’s a moment of silence before Jensen gets out, “I am so sorry. I don’t want to make you feel like I don’t trust you enough to do this. I’d trust you with my life, I just-“
“It’s okay.” Jared holds his hands up to stop Jensen, chuckling a little. “I know you trust me. And I get it. It’s also just that it’s sex. People are still uptight about it. Society is. Sometimes it doesn’t matter who you’re with, you still just feel weird giving sex orders out loud and actually voicing what you want.”
Jensen exaggerates a frown. “I’m not a prude.”
“I know you’re not,” Jared laughs, dimples showing. “Far from it. But it can still be an odd thing the first time you do it. It’s just something we have to work through. If you want to,” Jared clarifies. “But I’m sure after you do it once, it’ll be fine.”
Jensen closes his eyes and sighs, trying to clear his mind. “How do you always know what to ask for? Right now, I feel like a freakin’ caveman, and it all just boils down to ‘make me come,’ but there’s gotta be some detail there.”
“We can start slow,” Jared answers. “It kinda helps to be in the mood, which we’re a little out of right now. But we can talk it through this time, too. Let’s think about the things you like. And maybe in the meantime, get at least a little bit undressed.” He pauses for a moment, eyeing Jensen up and down. “You want me to undress you?”
Jensen almost laughs, because the whole situation feels so ridiculous right now. But then he thinks about it, looking back at Jared and staring at that tall frame. “Maybe not,” he says, backing away towards the bed as he starts undoing his belt. This is the first idea he’s had, so he figures he should probably just go with it. “Maybe I can undress myself.” He drops the belt, gets his pants off, along with his socks, then pulls his shirt over his head. “Maybe you can undress yourself for me.” He pulls his boxers off all nonchalant, as if he doesn’t feel Jared’s eyes on him, and flops on the bed, a little hard and grinning with satisfaction when he sees how dark Jared’s eyes have gone.
“You want me to strip?” Jared finally says, smirking at him. When Jensen nods, Jared ducks his head, biting his lip and looking up at Jensen through rogue strands of hair. “You wanna make that sound like an order?”
Jensen’s pulse picks up a bit, and it’s the first sign he gets that makes him feel like he might like this. “Strip for me,” he orders, and his voice ends up a little lower than intended, a little more Dean, almost, and he watches Jared’s cheeks go pink.
He watches as Jared reaches for his belt; watches as Jared, though excited, visibly gulps. He realizes then that this is a little off-putting for both of them, in a way, and this ask is a little out of Jared’s comfort zone, even if it doesn’t involve any strange sexual acts. Not that Jared can’t be sexy or play up his sex appeal. He’s done it plenty of times. It’s just never been like this, where he’s on display and for a somewhat extended period. More often than not, this would be the kind of thing that Jared would turn into a joke and add some silly moves to, rather than put on a real show. Most of the time, Jared’s too self-effacing for this sort of thing.
It makes Jensen wonder if this whole idea will just be a bust. Maybe they aren’t meant to work this way. But then Jared’s slowly pulling his belt out of the loops on his jeans and tossing it aside. He’s already breathing heavier, Jensen can see that. He watches as Jared pops the button and lowers the zipper so slowly it’s almost painful, but Jensen gets a little harder, and Jared sees that, finds the encouragement, spreads his jeans open to show the bulge in his boxers. Jensen can tell Jared’s fully hard, and he wonders how much of that is actually just from nerves, but now he’s hard, too, dick resting against his belly.
Jared takes his time lowering the jeans and pulling them off, socks going with them, then stands up again, fingers playing at the hem of his shirt. He eyes Jensen as he pulls up, little by little, abs and chest slowly revealed. Jensen swallows, wondering how the hell he ended up with someone so sculpted and noting Jared’s hard nipples before following the movement of the shirt up over Jared’s head, mussing his hair up some more. Jared keeps a hold of the shirt and, using both hands, passes it over his crotch and back up over his ass, hips moving as he rubs back and forth a few times, before tossing the shirt away. He takes a moment to run his hands up through his hair, head back, showing off the length of his throat, of his whole body.
Jensen can’t help but touch himself, fingers just grazing his cock, and Jared notices, smirking a little before turning his back to Jensen. He’s this perfect figure of muscled shoulders and back, hands reaching behind him to hook his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, pulling down to slowly expose that tight, round ass.
Jensen’s hand grips his dick firmly and strokes, and Jared looks over his shoulder to see. He bends down to pull his boxers off and dispose of them, then takes his time turning around to face Jensen, all flushed and hard. It’s not as if Jared’s never topped before, but Jensen doesn’t bother to cover up the way he stares at Jared’s dick, feeling a thrill rush through him knowing that this time, Jared will be inside him, and he’ll be the one with complete control.
“Come here.” Jensen’s voice is a rasp, and he clears his throat as Jared crawls up the bed, hovering over him, close enough to kiss, but not doing it, not yet.
“Tell me what you like,” he says, eyes staring into Jensen’s. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
It’s not as if they don’t both already know what Jensen likes, but Jensen still has to let his brain process for a second. Truthfully, he’s good at taking orders from Jared and holding off his orgasm because he likes it. He likes foreplay and a slow burn, knows the payoff is so fucking worth it, when he finally comes. He likes it when it all builds up inside him until he almost feels like he can’t even breathe with the need to get off. So, he starts small.
“Kiss me,” he says, and Jared doesn’t hesitate at all, lips connecting with Jensen’s instantly. They’re breathing against each other, Jared’s tongue slow and questioning until Jensen offers his approval with a low moan. Jensen’s hips lift, and that’s when he realizes that Jared is still up on his knees, in an awkward position where most of the rest of his body isn’t touching Jensen’s yet. Jensen breaks the kiss, starting to feel a little high on the power of giving Jared permission to do everything in this moment. “Want your body on me.”
He feels a little stupid, thinking there was probably a better, sexier way of saying that, but Jared gets it and lays down on top of him, Jensen’s hips lifting again when their dicks touch.
“More,” Jensen grunts, and Jared groans and starts rutting against him. It’s such a fucking tease, and Jensen arches, encouraging Jared, feeling that first bit of slick between their bodies. “Stop.” He can tell Jared wants to whine, but to his credit, he stays quiet and goes still, panting. Jensen’s quiet for a moment, still thinking there has to be a less ridiculous way of wording things than what’s in his brain.
“Tell me what you want, Jen,” Jared whispers after a moment, sensing Jensen’s hesitation.
“Nipples,” is all Jensen says, and Jared’s moving down, covering one with his mouth, tongue flicking over it, and Jensen closes his eyes, gets a hand in Jared’s hair. “Teeth.” Jared bites a little, making Jensen gasp, and Jensen thinks that maybe this whole one-word thing is the way to go.
Jared moves to the other side, hand coming up to play with the nipple he just left wet and hard in the cool air. Jensen shivers a little, letting Jared’s teeth lightly tug just one more time before ordering him to stop.
“Get the lube.” If the air weren’t so heavy with sex, Jensen would laugh at the way Jared practically leaps for the drawer by the bed. He takes a breath, and Jared stops in mid-reach, waiting for Jensen’s next direction. “Cherry.”
Jensen says it so quietly, he’s not sure he says it at all, but he sees the physical reaction in Jared, the want in all of his body language as he reaches for the flavored lube, pulling it out and settling between Jensen’s legs.
“Like this.” Jensen licks his lips, looking up at Jared. “Lift me.”
Jared complies, getting his arms under Jensen’s legs, his hands on Jensen’s ass, pushing and holding Jensen so that he’s suddenly bent and almost upside-down on the bed, Jared supporting him enough to be able to taste him. He doesn’t have to direct Jared to warm the lube up in his fingers before spreading it over Jensen’s asshole, rubbing just slightly, making Jensen clench and gasp.
“Use your mouth.”
When Jared licks over his hole with the flat of his tongue, Jensen’s mouth falls open while his eyes close, getting lost in the moment, letting Jared support and pleasure him, and he thinks maybe it isn’t fair that Jared’s doing all of the work, but they’ll both be fine in the end. Jared licks over a few more times, then circles with the tip of his tongue, prompting Jensen’s groan of “Inside.” Jared’s tongue pushes in, just a little, and Jensen hisses, feeling so fucking sensitive as Jared keeps pushing, faster.
“Can you go higher?” Jensen asks, not sure if that even makes sense. His own voice is oddly high now, strung-out. Jared understands, as always, and moves to lick what he can reach of Jensen’s perineum, his sack, and Jensen can’t help the moan that escapes his lips, still high-pitched. He shudders, feels more pre-come spill onto his belly, and Jared does whine this time. “Fingers,” Jensen breathes, unable to blame him for wanting to move things along. Jared slicks them up again, starting with one, but it doesn’t take long for Jensen to need more. “Two. Deeper. Ngh, fuck, right there.”
Jared keeps his fingers crooked, keeps rubbing on that spot that makes Jensen’s brain feel almost blank, except for the pulses of pleasure from deep inside him. He doesn’t ask for a third, knowing they’re both more than ready, and that Jared hasn’t even touched himself since he stripped.
“Now. Lower.”
He’s glad they understand each other so well; that he doesn’t have to say much. Jared lowers him to where he’s more comfortable, and he can just wrap his legs around him, watching as Jared finally reaches for himself. It’s only to guide himself inside, but Jensen can see how just that little touch after all this time affects Jared, the sharp intake of breath and quick jerk of his hips.
Jensen’s growl turns to a moan as he feels and then relaxes with the stretch, letting Jared in; Jared, who can’t keep from moaning loudly when he’s pushed all the way inside, arms bracketing Jensen as he goes still and tense, expression pained as he waits for Jensen’s order. Jensen’s never felt so powerful in his life.
“Take it slow.”
Jared whimpers and pulls back.
“Slower.”
Maybe it’s all going to Jensen’s head, and he’s doing this on purpose, smirking a little. But then that drag out until just the head is catching on the rim makes him just as crazy as it does Jared. He lets Jared do another slow push in, until he feels full, feels Jared slip past his prostate and send sparks up his spine.
“Faster.”
Jared groans with relief, setting a pace that’s such a sudden change to everything they’ve done until now that it has Jensen gasping, panting, clawing at Jared’s arms. He manages to catch his breath enough to blurt out, “Hold me,” and Jared drops to him, arms pushing their way under him. Jensen’s hands move to Jared’s back, bringing him even closer. “Kiss me.”
The new position and distraction of Jensen’s tongue slows Jared a bit, and Jensen’s grateful for it; grateful for how wrapped up in this he is, Jared around him and inside him, and while it was there from the beginning, it’s then that Jensen feels the strength of the love between them, a connection so intense it almost hurts, but he’d do just about anything to keep it.
Their kisses keep breaking as they lose their breath, as Jensen starts moaning with each of Jared’s thrusts, tossing his head back and snaking a hand between them to stroke his dick, already so fucking wet. “Harder,” Jensen demands, jolting with the way Jared shoves in, hips stuttering a little on the way back. “Harder.”
Jared pulls out suddenly and pulls away from Jensen, sitting back between Jensen’s legs, gasping, eyes squeezed shut.
“Jared?” It takes Jensen a moment to figure out what’s happening, clenching where he’s empty now, getting his hands back beneath him to prop himself up. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
It’s then that he sees the grip Jared has on the base of his dick, the way Jared’s chest heaves, the way he grits his teeth.
“Jay…” Jensen feels his heart drop, knows that he caused this. He realizes that while he started all of this in a bit of fun, and while there have been times when their roles were reversed that he’s come before he’s been told, Jared had never challenged him. Jensen taking Jared’s orders was just something that had happened on its own.
He hadn’t meant to set expectations like this; to use sex against Jared like this. While Jared must know that on some level, Jensen still feels the need to put a stop to this. It has no place in all of the love and trust between them.
“Jay. Don’t stop. Come on.” He reaches for Jared, tries to pull him close again.
“I can’t,” Jared gets out, still trying so hard to hold back, to stop himself. “I’m gonna come.”
“It’s okay,” Jensen soothes, sitting up more so that he can be closer to Jared. He reaches around, runs his fingers up Jared’s spine, starts kissing his neck, his shoulder. “So good, Jared,” he murmurs against Jared’s skin, repeating what Jared does for him, but he means it. He feels Jared shiver beneath his touch, hears that small sound in Jared’s throat that lets him know Jared feels the praise just as much as he does, when he’s on the receiving end. “You’re so good for me.” He feels Jared relaxing with him, keeps stroking Jared’s back, keeps nuzzling, leaving kisses wherever he can. It gets the mood back, makes Jensen feel like he’s right back where they left off. “Please, Jared, don’t stop. I’m so fucking close, I promise, I’m almost there, I just need you inside me.” He finds Jared’s lips, kisses them.
“What if I don’t make it?” Jared breathes, as if Jensen could ever be disappointed in him. He wants that thought out of Jared’s head right now.
“Then I’ll just make you do something else for me,” Jensen says, smiling, making it sound easy, making Jared relax more and smile back. “Come on. Come back. Come inside me.” Jared gives him another quick a kiss.
“Yes.”
They fall back to the bed together, get back into position, Jared pushing inside again before he gets Jensen back in his arms.
“Hard,” Jensen says immediately, not caring if it pushes Jared over the edge. He is already close, already stroking himself with the hand that isn’t gripping Jared’s shoulder. “Harder.”
“I love you,” Jared breathes, even as he’s thrusting, and it’s almost like it’s involuntary, like he just can’t help saying it, and Jensen’s heart thumps in his chest.
It’s noisy then, all grunts and groans and the thumping of the bed, but it’s just what Jensen wants, feeling that full force of all of Jared’s strength, but knowing he’s in charge of it, controlling it, and that’s what gets him off. It’s what has him in full voice, getting louder, hand still moving between them as he writhes under Jared, trying to meet him, to get him deeper, to feel even more as his body goes tight. He hears Jared’s matching cries, feeling heat and sweat break out over the both of them, and he comes just before Jared does, throat feeling raw, but that doesn’t stop his moan and whimper when Jared goes even harder, coming as Jensen clenches around him, losing control.
They come down together, Jared sagging on top of him, Jensen’s hand trapped between them, along with the mess of his come. He feels Jared’s inside of him, feels Jared slowly softening. He manages to pull his hand out and stroke up Jared’s back again, neither of them caring that it leaves a light, sticky trail in its wake.
“You’re so good, Jared,” Jensen whispers, or maybe mumbles, feeling a little boneless, as his hand flops away and down to the bed. Jared shivers again and gives one last thrust in response, then squirms, too sensitive now. He still pauses before pulling out, kissing Jensen’s neck.
“Wish I could just stay inside you.”
“That’s sweet, but you really can’t,” Jensen says, even though he does feel it in his heart. Jared chuckles a little and pulls out slowly, both of them sighing with the feel of it. Jared still lays on top of him, both of their soft dicks resting between them. “I love you, too.”
Jared nuzzles in and kisses Jensen’s shoulder in response, then sighs, heavy against him. “I should get up. Get you cleaned up.”
“Don’t.” Jensen shakes his head as much as he can on the pillow, with Jared on top of him. “Don’t leave.” He can feel Jared smile against him.
“But you hate waking up with this later, and you know it.”
“I don’t care,” Jensen says, summoning the strength to wrap his arms around Jared. “Not tonight.”
Jared seems grateful for the reprieve, practically melting into Jensen. “That was intense,” he says tiredly, and Jensen knows he’ll be out like a light soon. They both will. “Always wondered how it felt for you. Didn’t know it was so good.”
“Same,” Jensen murmurs, closing his eyes. He hears the soft sounds of Jared’s even deep, breathing, feels the puffs against his skin, and he smiles a little as he drifts off himself, wondering how the hell he got so lucky.