Hurry Up and Wait
Title: Hurry Up and Wait
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 006. Hours.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2,065
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hardcore smex!
Summary: Jared knows what he wants. Jensen does what he's told.
Author's Notes: For maerhys, for her prompt of bossy!bottom!Jared in my help_haiti thread. I hope this works for you! ♥
They’ve been waiting for hours to do this, and as much as Jared wants it, he’s making it last a little longer. He’s already on all fours on the bed with Jensen behind him. Jensen’s quiet, the way he should be, and no matter how many times they do this, Jared’s still thrilled by how much control he has here. Jensen’s hands move over his body, slowly caressing but not going too far. They run up his thighs, over his ass but not into the crease, up his back, down his sides. He shivers when one of Jensen’s hands trails all the way down his spine, and he feels the tremble of Jensen’s fingers when they reach the dip that leads down into his ass. He feels them stop moving and pull away, but he knows how badly Jensen wants to keep going. He knows how hard Jensen must be. His own dick is wet and throbbing, but he enjoys this too much to speed things up. He’s already been in this position long enough to start shaking with the effort of holding himself up, but he’ll stay this way for Jensen’s sake. Jensen’s being so strong for him, and he can only return the favor.
“You’re beautiful,” Jensen says, and his voice shakes, but it’s carefully neutral, praising but not begging; not asking. Jensen doesn’t ask. Jensen just gets told. Jared feels himself twitch at that thought.
“Use your mouth,” Jared whispers, but it’s a command, and Jensen follows it. It’s slowly moving forward, and Jared can tell that Jensen is grateful for it, leaning up over him and nudging the hair from the back of his neck with his nose, placing a wet kiss there, tongue licking salty sweat from his skin. He moves down to the top of Jared’s spine and sucks a little, and then he’s moving, the tip of his tongue trailing all the way down, slow and wet. There’s that moment of hesitation again when he gets down towards Jared’s ass, and then he moves away. He kisses and nips at the cheek of Jared’s ass, moves down and kisses messily around Jared’s thighs, licks up the insides of them. He moves, lips on Jared’s ass again, so close to the hole but not moving towards it. Jared’s shaking like mad when he speaks again. “Rim me.”
He’s granting permission, and Jensen’s groaning and moving quickly to spread him with his thumbs. Jared moans at the feel of Jensen’s soft, full lips against his hole, Jensen’s tongue flickering out to lick over it. Jared feels himself clench and flutter helplessly, feels Jensen seal his lips against him and suck, tongue sliding slowly over him with a questioning pressure.
“Just outside,” Jared manages, his limbs feeling like rubber, and Jensen listens like he always does, licking without pressing in. That’s the one part that Jared doesn’t let drag out. He can feel how sloppy wet he is already from Jensen’s saliva, and he needs something more. “God…do it,” he grunts, and Jensen knows what he means, immediately stabbing his tongue inside, over and over again. Jared cries out, hands fisting in the sheets, dick pulsing, and he has to hold himself back. He’s pretty sure he could come just from this. Jensen’s grunting and moaning against his hole as he’s rimming and eating him out, all these helpless and excited little “mmm” sounds that Jared’s not sure he can handle much longer. There’s saliva dripping and rolling down to his balls, Jensen’s slippery hot tongue in his ass, and he feels like he’s on the edge of paradise. “Finger me.”
Jensen pulls back, a thick finger shoving in and replacing his tongue, burning just so, and Jared’s hips jolt. Jensen licks around the rim as his finger moves in and out, and Jared’s already fucking back into the touch. Jensen adds a second finger, and Jared grunts with the pressure and stretch, pulling away a bit.
“Lube.”
He waits while Jensen leaves him to get the lube out of the drawer beside the bed and coat his fingers with it. When they return to his hole, they’re moist and slick, and they slide in easy. Jared clenches around them, pulling them in, cock dripping pre-come onto the mattress. He waits, waits for just one more, and Jensen gives it to him, stretching him open wider and just barely brushing over his prostate.
“Okay,” Jared grunts, shaking and sweating. “Okay, Jensen.” Jensen’s fingers pull free, and Jared can hear him squeezing out more lube and slicking himself up with it. He can hear the wet slip of Jensen’s palm, Jensen whimpering with the much needed stimulation, and Jared almost feels bad for leaving him like this for so long. But he knows this will make it all better, Jensen placing a hand on the small of his back and lining himself up. The head of Jensen’s cock is thick and hot, and Jared’s hole clenches before he forces himself to relax against his anticipation. Jensen pushes and moans, and Jared feels himself opening up, spread so wide when Jensen pops through that it aches but brings with it a wave of pleasure that almost makes Jared buckle and fall to the mattress.
Jensen gets himself all the way in, deep, heat pulsing and pushing against Jared’s insides, hands curled around Jared’s hips. He waits, the way he should, the way he always does when they do this, and Jared says nothing. Jensen waits, and when he’s only met with silence, he groans and leans forward, wrapping an arm around Jared’s waist and thrusting hard. Jared’s cock twitches, and he lets Jensen have this, just this moment. His silence is his acquiescence, Jensen allowed to do as he pleases, and Jensen’s always grateful for it.
“Oh, fuck,” Jensen grunts, hips working quickly, fucking Jared with short, quick thrusts. “Fuck, Jared…feels so good.”
It’s so fast, so hard, Jared’s body jarred with each movement, each slap of Jensen’s balls against his wet, sticky skin. Jared can’t respond, can barely catch his breath. His body is quivering, taking each of Jensen’s thrusts deeper and easier. He fucks back into Jensen, arching and crying out when Jensen slides and thrusts over his prostate, sparks shooting up his spine and then back down. His hair is hanging down, some of it plastered to his forehead, his cheeks, and some of it dangling in front of his eyes, matted and soaked with sweat. Jared isn’t embarrassed to demand much from Jensen, but now, while Jensen has one hand planted on the mattress and the other around Jared’s body, thrusting wildly, Jared can’t help but blush at the thought he has. He looks out at the headboard through bangs and dirty hair, and he forces himself to say it. He wants it too much, no matter how it sounds.
“Pull my hair.”
Jensen moves quickly, arm uncurling itself from Jared’s torso so that his hand can fist in Jared’s hair, yanking it back angrily. Jared’s eyes squeeze shut and he utters a strangled cry that’s half pain, half pleasure, hair knotting in Jensen’s fingers and pulling at his scalp. He barely hears himself, drowned out by Jensen’s “oh, God, yes,” and he nearly comes. It’s everything that Jensen’s doing, obeying him and using his body the way Jared tells him to, enjoying every minute of it. Jensen’s free hand is on Jared’s hip now, holding him there, and it feels so close to where Jensen’s fucking into him that he can’t help the next words that come out of his mouth.
“Hit me.” The command comes out high and weak. It’s harder to breathe at this angle, his head pulled up and held back by his hair, and he feels a little bit like his head is swimming, but that just makes it better, lost in the feel of sweat and sex. His world is centered on Jensen’s dick pushing and pulling where he’s most sensitive and lighting his body up with pleasure. And then Jensen obeys, hand pulling back from his hip and slapping against his ass on the next thrust in. It stings and Jared cries out as much as he can, the sound straining to get up and out of his throat, abusing and scratching it as it makes its way out. “Again.”
He says it over and over, Jensen obliging him each time, and before he knows it, his body is tensing. He grits his teeth, muscles bulging. He could stop this. He could slow it down, put Jensen through more, anything he wants. And Jensen will do it. Jensen will fuck him any way he wants.
But Jensen’s fucking him exactly the way he wants right now, and he lets it happen, squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on the tightness of his body, on the perfect rhythm of Jensen’s hips. He comes, spurting out onto the sheets, and he swears he almost blacks out, gasping for air as his body bucks and shudders and spasms. He contracts around Jensen, making Jensen feel even bigger than before, and now he does fall down onto his arms, ass still up in the air. Jensen lets him fall forward, hand loosening in his hair, but fingers still playing in it.
The rushing in Jared’s ears stops, and he hears a whimper behind him, groans when Jensen fidgets and twitches inside of him, still hard. His own dick twitches painfully in belated interest, excited by the fact that Jensen’s still waiting for his order; that Jensen suffered through Jared’s orgasm without allowing himself to come.
“Turn me over,” Jared says weakly, and he lets Jensen do the work, pulling out and moving him on the mattress, rolling him into his back. Jared lets his legs fall open and tiredly beckons Jensen to crawl between them, to come closer. Jensen’s so hard it looks painful, and Jared kisses him, pulling him close and canting his hips up. “Come on. Come inside me.”
Jensen’s expression goes from tortured and controlled to unbelievably grateful, and Jared arches when he pushes in again, careful not to move away. Jensen’s so damn big, fills him so completely, and Jared’s sensitive now. But he can do this. Jensen deserves this.
“Good,” Jared murmurs when Jensen buries his face in the crook of his neck, hips stuttering through each thrust. He strokes the hair at the nape of Jensen’s neck and kisses just above his ear. “So good. Always so good for me.”
Jensen’s lips press against his neck, and then Jensen’s shoving in deep, Jared’s fingers bruising his neck with the stimulation. Once, twice, again, and Jensen’s releasing a sob against his skin, hot puff of air. He’s squirming, his body out of control with his orgasm, trying to push deeper even though he can’t, one hand tight on Jared’s arm while the other claws at the sheets by Jared’s head.
“Shhh,” Jared soothes, Jensen giving one last, tiny sob as he finishes. Jared gently strokes Jensen’s neck, feels Jensen’s body go limp against him. For a moment, he thinks Jensen’s already out, asleep on top of him, but then Jensen turns his head just a bit so that he can breathe better. “Jensen? Jen?” Jared kisses just above Jensen’s ear again, still stroking his neck. “Can you pull out?” He does, and they both hiss at the feel of it. Jared clenches, suddenly feeling empty. He can feel Jensen’s come trickling out of him, feel how wet he is already from saliva and lube. He’s a mess, his hole stretched and abused, but that’s what leaves him feeling satisfied.
Jensen does fall asleep then, half on top of him and half off, and Jared leaves him there, lets him rest. He strokes along any parts of Jensen’s skin that he can reach, still lying awake for just a bit. It’s always in these moments that he’s awed by Jensen, wondering how he got so lucky to be with this man, this man who will do anything for him. Jensen isn’t whipped by any means, still the same, bold, smart-assed Texan he was when they’d first met. But Jared loves that Jensen will still do this for him when he wants it. He loves Jensen, period. And it’s with that thought that he falls asleep, comforted by the sound of Jensen breathing.
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 006. Hours.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2,065
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hardcore smex!
Summary: Jared knows what he wants. Jensen does what he's told.
Author's Notes: For maerhys, for her prompt of bossy!bottom!Jared in my help_haiti thread. I hope this works for you! ♥
They’ve been waiting for hours to do this, and as much as Jared wants it, he’s making it last a little longer. He’s already on all fours on the bed with Jensen behind him. Jensen’s quiet, the way he should be, and no matter how many times they do this, Jared’s still thrilled by how much control he has here. Jensen’s hands move over his body, slowly caressing but not going too far. They run up his thighs, over his ass but not into the crease, up his back, down his sides. He shivers when one of Jensen’s hands trails all the way down his spine, and he feels the tremble of Jensen’s fingers when they reach the dip that leads down into his ass. He feels them stop moving and pull away, but he knows how badly Jensen wants to keep going. He knows how hard Jensen must be. His own dick is wet and throbbing, but he enjoys this too much to speed things up. He’s already been in this position long enough to start shaking with the effort of holding himself up, but he’ll stay this way for Jensen’s sake. Jensen’s being so strong for him, and he can only return the favor.
“You’re beautiful,” Jensen says, and his voice shakes, but it’s carefully neutral, praising but not begging; not asking. Jensen doesn’t ask. Jensen just gets told. Jared feels himself twitch at that thought.
“Use your mouth,” Jared whispers, but it’s a command, and Jensen follows it. It’s slowly moving forward, and Jared can tell that Jensen is grateful for it, leaning up over him and nudging the hair from the back of his neck with his nose, placing a wet kiss there, tongue licking salty sweat from his skin. He moves down to the top of Jared’s spine and sucks a little, and then he’s moving, the tip of his tongue trailing all the way down, slow and wet. There’s that moment of hesitation again when he gets down towards Jared’s ass, and then he moves away. He kisses and nips at the cheek of Jared’s ass, moves down and kisses messily around Jared’s thighs, licks up the insides of them. He moves, lips on Jared’s ass again, so close to the hole but not moving towards it. Jared’s shaking like mad when he speaks again. “Rim me.”
He’s granting permission, and Jensen’s groaning and moving quickly to spread him with his thumbs. Jared moans at the feel of Jensen’s soft, full lips against his hole, Jensen’s tongue flickering out to lick over it. Jared feels himself clench and flutter helplessly, feels Jensen seal his lips against him and suck, tongue sliding slowly over him with a questioning pressure.
“Just outside,” Jared manages, his limbs feeling like rubber, and Jensen listens like he always does, licking without pressing in. That’s the one part that Jared doesn’t let drag out. He can feel how sloppy wet he is already from Jensen’s saliva, and he needs something more. “God…do it,” he grunts, and Jensen knows what he means, immediately stabbing his tongue inside, over and over again. Jared cries out, hands fisting in the sheets, dick pulsing, and he has to hold himself back. He’s pretty sure he could come just from this. Jensen’s grunting and moaning against his hole as he’s rimming and eating him out, all these helpless and excited little “mmm” sounds that Jared’s not sure he can handle much longer. There’s saliva dripping and rolling down to his balls, Jensen’s slippery hot tongue in his ass, and he feels like he’s on the edge of paradise. “Finger me.”
Jensen pulls back, a thick finger shoving in and replacing his tongue, burning just so, and Jared’s hips jolt. Jensen licks around the rim as his finger moves in and out, and Jared’s already fucking back into the touch. Jensen adds a second finger, and Jared grunts with the pressure and stretch, pulling away a bit.
“Lube.”
He waits while Jensen leaves him to get the lube out of the drawer beside the bed and coat his fingers with it. When they return to his hole, they’re moist and slick, and they slide in easy. Jared clenches around them, pulling them in, cock dripping pre-come onto the mattress. He waits, waits for just one more, and Jensen gives it to him, stretching him open wider and just barely brushing over his prostate.
“Okay,” Jared grunts, shaking and sweating. “Okay, Jensen.” Jensen’s fingers pull free, and Jared can hear him squeezing out more lube and slicking himself up with it. He can hear the wet slip of Jensen’s palm, Jensen whimpering with the much needed stimulation, and Jared almost feels bad for leaving him like this for so long. But he knows this will make it all better, Jensen placing a hand on the small of his back and lining himself up. The head of Jensen’s cock is thick and hot, and Jared’s hole clenches before he forces himself to relax against his anticipation. Jensen pushes and moans, and Jared feels himself opening up, spread so wide when Jensen pops through that it aches but brings with it a wave of pleasure that almost makes Jared buckle and fall to the mattress.
Jensen gets himself all the way in, deep, heat pulsing and pushing against Jared’s insides, hands curled around Jared’s hips. He waits, the way he should, the way he always does when they do this, and Jared says nothing. Jensen waits, and when he’s only met with silence, he groans and leans forward, wrapping an arm around Jared’s waist and thrusting hard. Jared’s cock twitches, and he lets Jensen have this, just this moment. His silence is his acquiescence, Jensen allowed to do as he pleases, and Jensen’s always grateful for it.
“Oh, fuck,” Jensen grunts, hips working quickly, fucking Jared with short, quick thrusts. “Fuck, Jared…feels so good.”
It’s so fast, so hard, Jared’s body jarred with each movement, each slap of Jensen’s balls against his wet, sticky skin. Jared can’t respond, can barely catch his breath. His body is quivering, taking each of Jensen’s thrusts deeper and easier. He fucks back into Jensen, arching and crying out when Jensen slides and thrusts over his prostate, sparks shooting up his spine and then back down. His hair is hanging down, some of it plastered to his forehead, his cheeks, and some of it dangling in front of his eyes, matted and soaked with sweat. Jared isn’t embarrassed to demand much from Jensen, but now, while Jensen has one hand planted on the mattress and the other around Jared’s body, thrusting wildly, Jared can’t help but blush at the thought he has. He looks out at the headboard through bangs and dirty hair, and he forces himself to say it. He wants it too much, no matter how it sounds.
“Pull my hair.”
Jensen moves quickly, arm uncurling itself from Jared’s torso so that his hand can fist in Jared’s hair, yanking it back angrily. Jared’s eyes squeeze shut and he utters a strangled cry that’s half pain, half pleasure, hair knotting in Jensen’s fingers and pulling at his scalp. He barely hears himself, drowned out by Jensen’s “oh, God, yes,” and he nearly comes. It’s everything that Jensen’s doing, obeying him and using his body the way Jared tells him to, enjoying every minute of it. Jensen’s free hand is on Jared’s hip now, holding him there, and it feels so close to where Jensen’s fucking into him that he can’t help the next words that come out of his mouth.
“Hit me.” The command comes out high and weak. It’s harder to breathe at this angle, his head pulled up and held back by his hair, and he feels a little bit like his head is swimming, but that just makes it better, lost in the feel of sweat and sex. His world is centered on Jensen’s dick pushing and pulling where he’s most sensitive and lighting his body up with pleasure. And then Jensen obeys, hand pulling back from his hip and slapping against his ass on the next thrust in. It stings and Jared cries out as much as he can, the sound straining to get up and out of his throat, abusing and scratching it as it makes its way out. “Again.”
He says it over and over, Jensen obliging him each time, and before he knows it, his body is tensing. He grits his teeth, muscles bulging. He could stop this. He could slow it down, put Jensen through more, anything he wants. And Jensen will do it. Jensen will fuck him any way he wants.
But Jensen’s fucking him exactly the way he wants right now, and he lets it happen, squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on the tightness of his body, on the perfect rhythm of Jensen’s hips. He comes, spurting out onto the sheets, and he swears he almost blacks out, gasping for air as his body bucks and shudders and spasms. He contracts around Jensen, making Jensen feel even bigger than before, and now he does fall down onto his arms, ass still up in the air. Jensen lets him fall forward, hand loosening in his hair, but fingers still playing in it.
The rushing in Jared’s ears stops, and he hears a whimper behind him, groans when Jensen fidgets and twitches inside of him, still hard. His own dick twitches painfully in belated interest, excited by the fact that Jensen’s still waiting for his order; that Jensen suffered through Jared’s orgasm without allowing himself to come.
“Turn me over,” Jared says weakly, and he lets Jensen do the work, pulling out and moving him on the mattress, rolling him into his back. Jared lets his legs fall open and tiredly beckons Jensen to crawl between them, to come closer. Jensen’s so hard it looks painful, and Jared kisses him, pulling him close and canting his hips up. “Come on. Come inside me.”
Jensen’s expression goes from tortured and controlled to unbelievably grateful, and Jared arches when he pushes in again, careful not to move away. Jensen’s so damn big, fills him so completely, and Jared’s sensitive now. But he can do this. Jensen deserves this.
“Good,” Jared murmurs when Jensen buries his face in the crook of his neck, hips stuttering through each thrust. He strokes the hair at the nape of Jensen’s neck and kisses just above his ear. “So good. Always so good for me.”
Jensen’s lips press against his neck, and then Jensen’s shoving in deep, Jared’s fingers bruising his neck with the stimulation. Once, twice, again, and Jensen’s releasing a sob against his skin, hot puff of air. He’s squirming, his body out of control with his orgasm, trying to push deeper even though he can’t, one hand tight on Jared’s arm while the other claws at the sheets by Jared’s head.
“Shhh,” Jared soothes, Jensen giving one last, tiny sob as he finishes. Jared gently strokes Jensen’s neck, feels Jensen’s body go limp against him. For a moment, he thinks Jensen’s already out, asleep on top of him, but then Jensen turns his head just a bit so that he can breathe better. “Jensen? Jen?” Jared kisses just above Jensen’s ear again, still stroking his neck. “Can you pull out?” He does, and they both hiss at the feel of it. Jared clenches, suddenly feeling empty. He can feel Jensen’s come trickling out of him, feel how wet he is already from saliva and lube. He’s a mess, his hole stretched and abused, but that’s what leaves him feeling satisfied.
Jensen does fall asleep then, half on top of him and half off, and Jared leaves him there, lets him rest. He strokes along any parts of Jensen’s skin that he can reach, still lying awake for just a bit. It’s always in these moments that he’s awed by Jensen, wondering how he got so lucky to be with this man, this man who will do anything for him. Jensen isn’t whipped by any means, still the same, bold, smart-assed Texan he was when they’d first met. But Jared loves that Jensen will still do this for him when he wants it. He loves Jensen, period. And it’s with that thought that he falls asleep, comforted by the sound of Jensen breathing.