My mind was left unattended for a few hours...
So tonight I was a little original fic (which I am shamed to say is not going well at all) blocked.
So I tried drabble fic...which was fun.
Then I was reading spn_meanttobe and I decided to write a trashy romance clippet, which to be honest turned into something that was like 85% porn. Ooohhhh, this is like classy porn or something (its vaugely in some other time and in some other place and I use language that is all sophisticated and shit). There really is no excuse or explanation for this.
Enjoy.
Title: Everything
Word Count: +3000
Rating: very NC-17
Summary:But everything begins far before any kind of growing. When he was still small, and could remember what the top of Jared’s head looked like, Jensen stood before Gerald Padalecki.
Warning: 85% sex, 10% tragedy, 5% plot; 100% over the top romantical language, thank heavens I didn't use the phrase throbbing member.
The entire countryside knew the Padalecki’s. They were a rich and merry family, and huge in stature to tell the likes of it.
Jensen had grown up in the kitchens of the house. If this family was anything out of the ordinary he hadn’t an idea. They were rich enough, but he had little to compare it to. If he saw anyone who wasn’t a Padalecki then those people were dressed up, attempting to impresser the greater family. If the family was more boisterous than anyone else, Jensen was just too caught up in it to notice. And by the time he stopped growing Jensen wasn’t that much smaller than any of the Padalecki’s so he hardly noticed that either.
**
But everything begins far before any kind of growing. When he was still small, and could remember what the top of Jared’s head looked like, Jensen stood before Gerald Padalecki. He was barely nine, but old enough to need to be of more use to the house. His mother, the cook knew this far too well.
Gerald liked Jensen well enough, he handed him a piece of sugar candy as they stood in his study the day after Jensen’s birthday.
“My boy,” Gerald said warmly. “I’ve watched you. You are quiet and smart. You pay attention and listen.”
Jensen took the candy, not even able to figure out where this was all going. Gerald patted his head of his youngest son, who stood by his side.
“You are everything that my son is not,” Gerald sighed, looking at his son with loving exasperation.
Five-year-old Jared Padalecki bounced on his feet, smiling through his shaggy bangs.
“I want you to be my son’s companion,” Gerald said. “I want you to teach him all those things you’re good at. Teach him to sit still and learn his lessons.”
Gerald cuffed the side of Jared’s head good-naturedly.
Jared looked impishly up at Jensen’s candy. Without thought Jensen broke it in half and gave half to Jared. Jared grinned and reached into his pocket for a bit of bread he always kept there. He gave it all to Jensen.
That meeting was how it would always be.
**
Jared took ill his twelfth year. Jensen slept at his feet, in the little trundle as always. He lay awake at nights, listening to Jared chatter.
“I’m cold,” Jared whispered, when he could bear it no more.
Jensen crawled into bed with him, sheltering Jared with his warmth.
From then on it was always like that. Even on nights when the windows were open to the stifling country air Jared would whisper. “I’m cold.”
They would lay together huddled under blankets, or sweating as they were entwined. The years went on and the touches grew, the exploration was infinite. They knew each other well, they learned each other better.
Daylight was their constant companionship, Jensen would goad Jared into his studies and Jared would dare Jensen to climb a tree. They would always submit to the other’s wishes, if only for a smile.
Jared was loud and Jensen was silent. Jared was constantly moving, Jensen was still. If Jared was in a room, or a house you would know it, you could forget that Jensen was standing right next to you.
It was only Megan Padalecki who knew better.
She had seen them in the fields walking. Jared quiet, listening to the alive face and flailing arms of Jensen. She saw them in the woods, Jared smiling as still as a statue, Jensen moving to touch, as if he could never get enough.
She knew some of what they guarded.
Neither was still or rambunctious, neither was quiet or loud, at any given moment they were what the other was not. They were the counterparts to each other.
**
They were grown men. It was hardly fitting to share a bed, and each other’s bodies.
“This house sees everything.” Jensen remarked moving naked from the bed.
Jared held him fast, “What would you have. One less second because of fear.”
Jensen met his lover’s gaze, “Then we will live how we live.”
**
When Genevieve came to be wed to Jared, all said it was a sound match. Genevieve was small and polite, always with an easy smile. The pair fell into their wedlock. It was commonplace that Jared remained in his room, his body servant at his feet.
Genevieve, for all her kindness, could not seem to like her husband’s shadow. He was never unkind and she couldn’t find a fault with him, but there was something about him that just made her dislike him.
She only asked once, one time she spoke lightly of dismissal. Jared’s face had turned fiery and she looked at him as a man that she hardly knew. Virile and visceral he looked at her firmly.
“Jensen stays with me.” He told her on no uncertain terms.
“But why?” she asked, trying not to be simple.
Jared looked over her head, she looked back, there stood Jensen, as always and when Jared spoke, it wasn’t to her.
“Because Jensen is to me what nothing else is,” he said his calm returning with Jensen’s presence.
Genevieve began to ask, but was silenced by a glare. She never raised the question again.
**
But Genevieve was curious. Whispers of things in the night.
She snuck to their room, to see what it was when they retired. Through a slit in the door she saw, she saw it all.
**
Jensen was already abed, it was the master’s bed, a servant shouldn’t be so bold.
But he lay in the firelight, naked, touching his chest, trailing down his stomach and along his leg. One finger began a path upwards, ghosting over coarse hair. One finger ran along the vein that had already begun to throb. He bit down on the thumb of his other hand, long ago they had learned to be silent, but the bite of his thumb was as loud as a scream to Jared’s body.
Jared watched through hooded eyes as Jensen’s fingers circled his growing cock, tugging as his body began to strain with the pleasure. All the time Jensen’s eyes never left Jared’s.
The game between them was so familiar. There was nothing hurried or hidden. They had all the time in the world.
Jared began to take off his own clothing, folding it properly, eyes never leaving Jensen’s eyes. Jared knew the sensation that Jensen was bringing to himself. He was jealous, both of the hand that wasn’t his on Jensen’s cock and the cock that wasn’t his in Jensen’s hand.
Jensen was now biting into the soft part of his hand, his thumb not enough to muffle his moans. Jared’s shoulder’s were bitten testaments to Jensen’s attempts to stifle the noise that Jared brought out in him. Each sound buried directly in Jared’s skin.
Jared lowered his trousers, not bothering to hide the effect that Jensen was having, always had on him. Even after years of being practiced lovers, the want was rampant.
The only thing that had changed was their patience to draw this out. They had experimented in so many ways to bring their pleasure to the peak.
Another night another game.
“Stop,” Jared said in a whisper. Now he wanted to tease and taunt, now was when Jensen would listen.
Jensen looked up at him with the mischief that people thought that only Jared had. Jensen lowed his hand from his mouth, lips already red and wet, but he didn’t remove his hand from his cock.
“You’re going to be difficult aren’t you?” Jared sighed, uncurling Jensen’s hands from his own member.
“I forget my place at times,” Jensen said with light petulance, ending his words with a conscious bite to the lip. He knew what this did to Jared.
Jared came to the bed and motioned for Jensen. “I think you should remember your place.”
It was all said with a loving gleam in his eye, and the husky whisper of lust.
Jensen moved forward graceful as a cat. He looked up through his lashes, licking his lips.
“Be at it,” Jared said, not bothering to hide anything from his voice.
Jensen licked out his tounge to where red aching flesh was waiting for him. Jensen took his time familiarizing the ridges that led downward to the head, his crafty tounge taking time to explore the crease, and then lolling around the head, leaving a wet trail.
“Get to it,” Jared growled.
Jensen looked up for a moment and then closed his eyes. His lips encased the head and those gorgeous lips slid down the shaft, stretching obscenely wide.
Jared’s body rippled, the long torso going rigid, the muscles of his neck straining as he threw back his head.
Jensen’s mouth was hot and warm, tounge dancing back and forth across the shaft. Jared’s cock slid easily down Jensen’s throat and for a moment just rested in the warmth. Then Jensen began to slide Jared out until lips rested at the crown. Tounge playing at the slit. Before taking all of Jared greedily again.
Jared felt himself grow achingly hard, it was a pleasant buzz through his body. This feeling was intensified as Jensen began to moan his screams around Jared’s cock, the sensitive nerves there buzzing with every swallow to the back of Jensen’s throat.
Jared placed his hand on Jensen’s head, keeping him there for a minute, letting the feeling wash over him. Then he looked down languidly, at his hands in Jensen’s short hair.
Jensen’s back was flexing, Jared just looked at the way the muscles would ripple, the dip of his spine so straight, leading to round globes that were waiting.
Jensen’s hand was hidden underneath him, slowly stroking those moans into his throat, onto Jared’s body.
Jared laughed a little, “We’re going to have to curb your impatience boy.”
Jensen looked up, his eyes weren’t laughing now, they had gone hot and dark. He pulled off Jared, never taking his eyes of Jared’s.
When he pulled off they both felt the loss.
“Lay back,” Jared said.
Jensen lay back and stretched his hands above his head. They knew this game. Jared took a minute to admire the long legs, the rippling abdomen, and the arms stretched.
Jensen’s body lay before him, giving him it all.
Jared took a black leather cord and tied Jensen’s hands above his head. When done Jared leaned down, barely touching Jensen’s lips with his own. Jared’s fingers barely touched the sensitive skin of Jensen’s inner arm, skating down his side, almost touching.
Jensen whimpered.
“My turn,” Jared said.
Jared took his turn to lick down Jensen’s neck, nipping at flesh that would be exposed in the day, he tongued there.
“You have to be quiet,” Jared warned.
Jensen nodded, he knew well enough.
Jared’s lips continued his exploration. The body under him was nothing he didn’t know, but he liked to be sure, the dips of the muscles of Jensen’s stomach lead to the jutting hip bones. Jared loved those hipbones. He loved to lick and run his teeth over the soft skin that lay there.
Most of all he loved what it did. He loved the way that Jensen would roll under him. Jensen would arch as his teeth skimmed sensitive flesh, his tounge traced patterns. He could do it for hours, he had often done it for hours. The noises that would escape Jensen’s attempts at quiet were the most lovely thing.
Jared didn’t touch the swollen cock. Jensen was arching, looking for friction, looking for anything to relieve the ache, if only for a minute, but Jared wasn’t going to have it tonight, Jared wanted to play.
Jensen’s eyes were closed and his lips were bitten shut, but the vibrations in his chest were a testament to the desire he felt. His aching member was leaking and an angry red. Jared ignored it, instead he sucked a dark mark into Jensen’s hipbones, marking him.
Jensen let out a long sultry moan and when Jared’s lips left his body he let out a little whimper, it was quiet enough, but Jared drew back and looked at the flushed body before him.
Jared’s hands were free and he reached down to slowly stoke himself. He wanted Jensen so badly, but he knew the game. It was all the better when the want was more.
“Open for me,” Jared said, still stroking himself.
Jensen opened his eyes with effort, looking at Jared through slits. As wonton as any whore Jensen opened his legs wide, exposing himself. Jared watched, his hand stilling lest this be over too soon.
Jared took in the long legs on either side of him, the purple cock that just begged to be touched, and below that was a red ring of muscle. Jared licked his lips and Jensen moaned, knowing.
He arched up, his hands holding onto his constraints, he lifted his hips, welcoming Jared to take.
Jared took his huge hands and pulled Jensen apart wider still. Opening him to Jared’s gaze.
“Jared,” Jensen said helplessly and Jared took pity on him.
Jared’s tounge trailed behind Jensen’s balls downwards, still holding those legs out wide. Then his tounge found the ridges of muscle and traced over them lightly. With little preamble he thrust his tongue inside.
Jensen couldn’t stop the noise escaping his lips this time, it was a sound of total and pure delight, something so pure, so unadulterated, so deeply private that Jared trembled a little and pushed his tounge deeper into that dark hole, hoping to elicit more of those noises.
Jared pushed and tasted until Jensen’s whispers turned to begging.
Just little whimpers of ‘please.’
Jared was straining against his own desire, knowing that the moment of entry would always, had always been the coming home.
Finally Jensen could take it no more. He pulled at the cord and snapped it, pushing Jared to the end of the bed. Jared hardly had time to gain his breath before Jensen was lowering himself onto Jared’s aching cock.
Warmth blanketed his body, surrounding him, then Jensen’s hands pulled him to his lips. Their lips crushed together and Jared grabbed at Jensen’s head, mouths eating at each other, teeth crushing together in their ample need to be closer. Jared met Jensen’s thrust with his own, pounding at each other, bringing each other higher.
It was so needy it was animalistic, their bodies had taken over and nothing remained except for fingers digging into skin as if the two could be absorbed, mouth fused as if that held all the answers, bodies working against each other as if everything depended on it.
It was raw, it was as if tomorrow they were going to be torn apart. It was always like dying it was always as if this was the last time. They never held anything back because they always wanted it to be like this because this is the only way that they could express themselves fully to each other.
They said a million words to each other every day, but it was only when one of them was in the other’s body, when one had entrance to something so very personal, when they broke all the constructs of god and man, that they were able to express exactly what it was between them.
It was life, nothing less, and nothing more.
Jensen came apart first, the muscles around Jared, quivering out of control as he exploded to the height that only Jared could bring him to.
The feeling of Jensen, quaking around him, under his fingers made him let go, to submit to everything, to join his lover in their exalted bliss, it was theirs together and only theirs.
Holding each other they came down, world around them spinning, and both too far gone to do anything but bask in the fact that they were together, holding each other.
Sweat and semen were nothing as long as they held each other.
“I love you,” Jared whispered, knowing it was but a weak pledge for what had just transpired, but it was all he had to give.
“Always,” Jensen swore, not letting go.
They lay like that for a time until finally they pulled apart and found water and cloths by the bedside. With familiar and intimate touches they cleaned each other off, kissing bruises, kissing lips, kissing because this is where they could.
Nothing outside mattered when they had this between them.
**
Genevieve pulled away. Her cheeks were stained with tears and her cheeks were flushed.
She had both known and never imagined what had occurred before her eyes.
But she understood what Jared had meant.
‘Jensen is to me what nothing else is.’
The answer was simply everything.
Genevieve backed away.
She looked up and there stood Ms. Farris, watching her with a dark look.
“Little girls who watch at doorway rarely see anything good.”
Genevieve looked up at her; Genevieve felt she had aged decades in just the few hours she had been watching.
“You will live under his roof,” Ms. Farris informed her, “You will be his wife, you would have had the opportunity to have the school girl fantasy that one day your husband would love you, but your curiosity awoke you to the fact that not matter that you live in his house, bear his children, and hold the social esteem, you are a second choice for him. Those are things that he keeps up are in order for one thing, simply one more night with Jensen. He would give up all that he has for Jensen, nothing matters more to either than the other.”
Genevieve swallowed, “I can tell everyone.”
It was so weak that they both knew it was never going to happen.
Ms. Farris smiled, “You can make proclamations and descry him if you choose, but you silly little girl, they don’t care. It could end tomorrow and they will be satisfied that they had what they had together.”
Ms. Farris stood up straighter and Genevieve took a step back, “And we will protect them because they are our boys.”
It was hardly a reason, but Genevieve had seen enough tonight to understand.
What was between Jensen and Jared was something that defied everything.
Genevieve cast her eyes down and walked to her lonely cold room.
When the sun rose she began the rest of her life in the shadow of the greatest love the world had ever known, the greatest love the world would never know, the greatest love that she could never touch.
So I tried drabble fic...which was fun.
Then I was reading spn_meanttobe and I decided to write a trashy romance clippet, which to be honest turned into something that was like 85% porn. Ooohhhh, this is like classy porn or something (its vaugely in some other time and in some other place and I use language that is all sophisticated and shit). There really is no excuse or explanation for this.
Enjoy.
Title: Everything
Word Count: +3000
Rating: very NC-17
Summary:But everything begins far before any kind of growing. When he was still small, and could remember what the top of Jared’s head looked like, Jensen stood before Gerald Padalecki.
Warning: 85% sex, 10% tragedy, 5% plot; 100% over the top romantical language, thank heavens I didn't use the phrase throbbing member.
The entire countryside knew the Padalecki’s. They were a rich and merry family, and huge in stature to tell the likes of it.
Jensen had grown up in the kitchens of the house. If this family was anything out of the ordinary he hadn’t an idea. They were rich enough, but he had little to compare it to. If he saw anyone who wasn’t a Padalecki then those people were dressed up, attempting to impresser the greater family. If the family was more boisterous than anyone else, Jensen was just too caught up in it to notice. And by the time he stopped growing Jensen wasn’t that much smaller than any of the Padalecki’s so he hardly noticed that either.
**
But everything begins far before any kind of growing. When he was still small, and could remember what the top of Jared’s head looked like, Jensen stood before Gerald Padalecki. He was barely nine, but old enough to need to be of more use to the house. His mother, the cook knew this far too well.
Gerald liked Jensen well enough, he handed him a piece of sugar candy as they stood in his study the day after Jensen’s birthday.
“My boy,” Gerald said warmly. “I’ve watched you. You are quiet and smart. You pay attention and listen.”
Jensen took the candy, not even able to figure out where this was all going. Gerald patted his head of his youngest son, who stood by his side.
“You are everything that my son is not,” Gerald sighed, looking at his son with loving exasperation.
Five-year-old Jared Padalecki bounced on his feet, smiling through his shaggy bangs.
“I want you to be my son’s companion,” Gerald said. “I want you to teach him all those things you’re good at. Teach him to sit still and learn his lessons.”
Gerald cuffed the side of Jared’s head good-naturedly.
Jared looked impishly up at Jensen’s candy. Without thought Jensen broke it in half and gave half to Jared. Jared grinned and reached into his pocket for a bit of bread he always kept there. He gave it all to Jensen.
That meeting was how it would always be.
**
Jared took ill his twelfth year. Jensen slept at his feet, in the little trundle as always. He lay awake at nights, listening to Jared chatter.
“I’m cold,” Jared whispered, when he could bear it no more.
Jensen crawled into bed with him, sheltering Jared with his warmth.
From then on it was always like that. Even on nights when the windows were open to the stifling country air Jared would whisper. “I’m cold.”
They would lay together huddled under blankets, or sweating as they were entwined. The years went on and the touches grew, the exploration was infinite. They knew each other well, they learned each other better.
Daylight was their constant companionship, Jensen would goad Jared into his studies and Jared would dare Jensen to climb a tree. They would always submit to the other’s wishes, if only for a smile.
Jared was loud and Jensen was silent. Jared was constantly moving, Jensen was still. If Jared was in a room, or a house you would know it, you could forget that Jensen was standing right next to you.
It was only Megan Padalecki who knew better.
She had seen them in the fields walking. Jared quiet, listening to the alive face and flailing arms of Jensen. She saw them in the woods, Jared smiling as still as a statue, Jensen moving to touch, as if he could never get enough.
She knew some of what they guarded.
Neither was still or rambunctious, neither was quiet or loud, at any given moment they were what the other was not. They were the counterparts to each other.
**
They were grown men. It was hardly fitting to share a bed, and each other’s bodies.
“This house sees everything.” Jensen remarked moving naked from the bed.
Jared held him fast, “What would you have. One less second because of fear.”
Jensen met his lover’s gaze, “Then we will live how we live.”
**
When Genevieve came to be wed to Jared, all said it was a sound match. Genevieve was small and polite, always with an easy smile. The pair fell into their wedlock. It was commonplace that Jared remained in his room, his body servant at his feet.
Genevieve, for all her kindness, could not seem to like her husband’s shadow. He was never unkind and she couldn’t find a fault with him, but there was something about him that just made her dislike him.
She only asked once, one time she spoke lightly of dismissal. Jared’s face had turned fiery and she looked at him as a man that she hardly knew. Virile and visceral he looked at her firmly.
“Jensen stays with me.” He told her on no uncertain terms.
“But why?” she asked, trying not to be simple.
Jared looked over her head, she looked back, there stood Jensen, as always and when Jared spoke, it wasn’t to her.
“Because Jensen is to me what nothing else is,” he said his calm returning with Jensen’s presence.
Genevieve began to ask, but was silenced by a glare. She never raised the question again.
**
But Genevieve was curious. Whispers of things in the night.
She snuck to their room, to see what it was when they retired. Through a slit in the door she saw, she saw it all.
**
Jensen was already abed, it was the master’s bed, a servant shouldn’t be so bold.
But he lay in the firelight, naked, touching his chest, trailing down his stomach and along his leg. One finger began a path upwards, ghosting over coarse hair. One finger ran along the vein that had already begun to throb. He bit down on the thumb of his other hand, long ago they had learned to be silent, but the bite of his thumb was as loud as a scream to Jared’s body.
Jared watched through hooded eyes as Jensen’s fingers circled his growing cock, tugging as his body began to strain with the pleasure. All the time Jensen’s eyes never left Jared’s.
The game between them was so familiar. There was nothing hurried or hidden. They had all the time in the world.
Jared began to take off his own clothing, folding it properly, eyes never leaving Jensen’s eyes. Jared knew the sensation that Jensen was bringing to himself. He was jealous, both of the hand that wasn’t his on Jensen’s cock and the cock that wasn’t his in Jensen’s hand.
Jensen was now biting into the soft part of his hand, his thumb not enough to muffle his moans. Jared’s shoulder’s were bitten testaments to Jensen’s attempts to stifle the noise that Jared brought out in him. Each sound buried directly in Jared’s skin.
Jared lowered his trousers, not bothering to hide the effect that Jensen was having, always had on him. Even after years of being practiced lovers, the want was rampant.
The only thing that had changed was their patience to draw this out. They had experimented in so many ways to bring their pleasure to the peak.
Another night another game.
“Stop,” Jared said in a whisper. Now he wanted to tease and taunt, now was when Jensen would listen.
Jensen looked up at him with the mischief that people thought that only Jared had. Jensen lowed his hand from his mouth, lips already red and wet, but he didn’t remove his hand from his cock.
“You’re going to be difficult aren’t you?” Jared sighed, uncurling Jensen’s hands from his own member.
“I forget my place at times,” Jensen said with light petulance, ending his words with a conscious bite to the lip. He knew what this did to Jared.
Jared came to the bed and motioned for Jensen. “I think you should remember your place.”
It was all said with a loving gleam in his eye, and the husky whisper of lust.
Jensen moved forward graceful as a cat. He looked up through his lashes, licking his lips.
“Be at it,” Jared said, not bothering to hide anything from his voice.
Jensen licked out his tounge to where red aching flesh was waiting for him. Jensen took his time familiarizing the ridges that led downward to the head, his crafty tounge taking time to explore the crease, and then lolling around the head, leaving a wet trail.
“Get to it,” Jared growled.
Jensen looked up for a moment and then closed his eyes. His lips encased the head and those gorgeous lips slid down the shaft, stretching obscenely wide.
Jared’s body rippled, the long torso going rigid, the muscles of his neck straining as he threw back his head.
Jensen’s mouth was hot and warm, tounge dancing back and forth across the shaft. Jared’s cock slid easily down Jensen’s throat and for a moment just rested in the warmth. Then Jensen began to slide Jared out until lips rested at the crown. Tounge playing at the slit. Before taking all of Jared greedily again.
Jared felt himself grow achingly hard, it was a pleasant buzz through his body. This feeling was intensified as Jensen began to moan his screams around Jared’s cock, the sensitive nerves there buzzing with every swallow to the back of Jensen’s throat.
Jared placed his hand on Jensen’s head, keeping him there for a minute, letting the feeling wash over him. Then he looked down languidly, at his hands in Jensen’s short hair.
Jensen’s back was flexing, Jared just looked at the way the muscles would ripple, the dip of his spine so straight, leading to round globes that were waiting.
Jensen’s hand was hidden underneath him, slowly stroking those moans into his throat, onto Jared’s body.
Jared laughed a little, “We’re going to have to curb your impatience boy.”
Jensen looked up, his eyes weren’t laughing now, they had gone hot and dark. He pulled off Jared, never taking his eyes of Jared’s.
When he pulled off they both felt the loss.
“Lay back,” Jared said.
Jensen lay back and stretched his hands above his head. They knew this game. Jared took a minute to admire the long legs, the rippling abdomen, and the arms stretched.
Jensen’s body lay before him, giving him it all.
Jared took a black leather cord and tied Jensen’s hands above his head. When done Jared leaned down, barely touching Jensen’s lips with his own. Jared’s fingers barely touched the sensitive skin of Jensen’s inner arm, skating down his side, almost touching.
Jensen whimpered.
“My turn,” Jared said.
Jared took his turn to lick down Jensen’s neck, nipping at flesh that would be exposed in the day, he tongued there.
“You have to be quiet,” Jared warned.
Jensen nodded, he knew well enough.
Jared’s lips continued his exploration. The body under him was nothing he didn’t know, but he liked to be sure, the dips of the muscles of Jensen’s stomach lead to the jutting hip bones. Jared loved those hipbones. He loved to lick and run his teeth over the soft skin that lay there.
Most of all he loved what it did. He loved the way that Jensen would roll under him. Jensen would arch as his teeth skimmed sensitive flesh, his tounge traced patterns. He could do it for hours, he had often done it for hours. The noises that would escape Jensen’s attempts at quiet were the most lovely thing.
Jared didn’t touch the swollen cock. Jensen was arching, looking for friction, looking for anything to relieve the ache, if only for a minute, but Jared wasn’t going to have it tonight, Jared wanted to play.
Jensen’s eyes were closed and his lips were bitten shut, but the vibrations in his chest were a testament to the desire he felt. His aching member was leaking and an angry red. Jared ignored it, instead he sucked a dark mark into Jensen’s hipbones, marking him.
Jensen let out a long sultry moan and when Jared’s lips left his body he let out a little whimper, it was quiet enough, but Jared drew back and looked at the flushed body before him.
Jared’s hands were free and he reached down to slowly stoke himself. He wanted Jensen so badly, but he knew the game. It was all the better when the want was more.
“Open for me,” Jared said, still stroking himself.
Jensen opened his eyes with effort, looking at Jared through slits. As wonton as any whore Jensen opened his legs wide, exposing himself. Jared watched, his hand stilling lest this be over too soon.
Jared took in the long legs on either side of him, the purple cock that just begged to be touched, and below that was a red ring of muscle. Jared licked his lips and Jensen moaned, knowing.
He arched up, his hands holding onto his constraints, he lifted his hips, welcoming Jared to take.
Jared took his huge hands and pulled Jensen apart wider still. Opening him to Jared’s gaze.
“Jared,” Jensen said helplessly and Jared took pity on him.
Jared’s tounge trailed behind Jensen’s balls downwards, still holding those legs out wide. Then his tounge found the ridges of muscle and traced over them lightly. With little preamble he thrust his tongue inside.
Jensen couldn’t stop the noise escaping his lips this time, it was a sound of total and pure delight, something so pure, so unadulterated, so deeply private that Jared trembled a little and pushed his tounge deeper into that dark hole, hoping to elicit more of those noises.
Jared pushed and tasted until Jensen’s whispers turned to begging.
Just little whimpers of ‘please.’
Jared was straining against his own desire, knowing that the moment of entry would always, had always been the coming home.
Finally Jensen could take it no more. He pulled at the cord and snapped it, pushing Jared to the end of the bed. Jared hardly had time to gain his breath before Jensen was lowering himself onto Jared’s aching cock.
Warmth blanketed his body, surrounding him, then Jensen’s hands pulled him to his lips. Their lips crushed together and Jared grabbed at Jensen’s head, mouths eating at each other, teeth crushing together in their ample need to be closer. Jared met Jensen’s thrust with his own, pounding at each other, bringing each other higher.
It was so needy it was animalistic, their bodies had taken over and nothing remained except for fingers digging into skin as if the two could be absorbed, mouth fused as if that held all the answers, bodies working against each other as if everything depended on it.
It was raw, it was as if tomorrow they were going to be torn apart. It was always like dying it was always as if this was the last time. They never held anything back because they always wanted it to be like this because this is the only way that they could express themselves fully to each other.
They said a million words to each other every day, but it was only when one of them was in the other’s body, when one had entrance to something so very personal, when they broke all the constructs of god and man, that they were able to express exactly what it was between them.
It was life, nothing less, and nothing more.
Jensen came apart first, the muscles around Jared, quivering out of control as he exploded to the height that only Jared could bring him to.
The feeling of Jensen, quaking around him, under his fingers made him let go, to submit to everything, to join his lover in their exalted bliss, it was theirs together and only theirs.
Holding each other they came down, world around them spinning, and both too far gone to do anything but bask in the fact that they were together, holding each other.
Sweat and semen were nothing as long as they held each other.
“I love you,” Jared whispered, knowing it was but a weak pledge for what had just transpired, but it was all he had to give.
“Always,” Jensen swore, not letting go.
They lay like that for a time until finally they pulled apart and found water and cloths by the bedside. With familiar and intimate touches they cleaned each other off, kissing bruises, kissing lips, kissing because this is where they could.
Nothing outside mattered when they had this between them.
**
Genevieve pulled away. Her cheeks were stained with tears and her cheeks were flushed.
She had both known and never imagined what had occurred before her eyes.
But she understood what Jared had meant.
‘Jensen is to me what nothing else is.’
The answer was simply everything.
Genevieve backed away.
She looked up and there stood Ms. Farris, watching her with a dark look.
“Little girls who watch at doorway rarely see anything good.”
Genevieve looked up at her; Genevieve felt she had aged decades in just the few hours she had been watching.
“You will live under his roof,” Ms. Farris informed her, “You will be his wife, you would have had the opportunity to have the school girl fantasy that one day your husband would love you, but your curiosity awoke you to the fact that not matter that you live in his house, bear his children, and hold the social esteem, you are a second choice for him. Those are things that he keeps up are in order for one thing, simply one more night with Jensen. He would give up all that he has for Jensen, nothing matters more to either than the other.”
Genevieve swallowed, “I can tell everyone.”
It was so weak that they both knew it was never going to happen.
Ms. Farris smiled, “You can make proclamations and descry him if you choose, but you silly little girl, they don’t care. It could end tomorrow and they will be satisfied that they had what they had together.”
Ms. Farris stood up straighter and Genevieve took a step back, “And we will protect them because they are our boys.”
It was hardly a reason, but Genevieve had seen enough tonight to understand.
What was between Jensen and Jared was something that defied everything.
Genevieve cast her eyes down and walked to her lonely cold room.
When the sun rose she began the rest of her life in the shadow of the greatest love the world had ever known, the greatest love the world would never know, the greatest love that she could never touch.