Fic: A Long, Slow Afternoon Retreat (Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, NC-17)
I don't know if this is any good or not, but I wanted to post something today as a distraction because my beta fish, who I've had for almost 4 years, died this morning. I'm going to miss Killer and until I pick up Killer the Second this afternoon I wanted something to occupy my mind. So, here you go.
Jared’s whole body shuddered as Jensen ran a hand down his back; from his shoulders pulled forward by the silk tying him to the headboard to the small of his back arched from the tension and pleasure.
Jensen smiled as he continued to run his hand slowly up and down, enjoying the shivers running the length of Jared’s body.
“I love how responsive you are, Jare,” he said softly, laughing when Jared tried to tense his body in denial. “You are. No matter where I touch,” his hand ran lower, down to the soft skin behind his knee, light enough to tickle, and Jared’s breath caught, “…I get something from you.”
Lower now, then slowly back up; stopping to tease the even more sensitive skin at the top of Jared’s thighs, and Jensen leaned over Jared, getting closer to hear the quiet noises Jared tried to hide. “I love hearing you,” he whispered, fingers moving.
A short nudge up and almost *in* and Jared let out a startled cry.
“Just like that.” Jensen’s fingers slid lower, then off, and he encouraged Jared’s sound of protest with a soft “good”. They were back a moment later, this time leaving wet trails up and all the way in.
Jared choked on a cry as one finger almost immediately became two.
“God I love you like this…”
Jared’s voice became even louder as two fingers became three.
“…all laid out for me. Ready, willing, and *waiting* for me.”
Three fingers briefly became four and Jared’s cries were continuous now; low and needy and sounding almost broken.
“You’re more than ready for me, aren’t you?” Jensen straddled Jared’s legs and reached under to pull him to his knees. “You’ve been ready, haven’t you, since you came, since you stripped for me,” he spread Jared with one hand and guided himself with the other; pausing at the entrance to Jared’ body. “Since you let me tie you down…”
Jensen waited, poised, until Jared, frustrated and much more than just ready, pushed back.
In one long push, Jensen was completely inside. Jared’s breath caught in his throat and his body spasmed around and under Jensen who groaned and started to move. It was another few moments before Jared moved with him, his voice a low, constant underpoint to every thrust Jensen made, every movement they made together.
It was more than enough for Jared; Jensen knew it so only tightened his hold on Jared’s hips as he got closer and closer to the edge, shifting Jared till the change in his cries let Jensen knew he was hitting the spot.
Over and over; Jared getting louder and louder, his wordless pleas almost enough to send Jensen over. Then one sharp thrust and Jared almost screamed as he came. Jensen moved even faster and let the sounds and the increased pressure take him over the edge.
Jared’ knees gave out and Jensen lay along his back, still inside, reluctant to move until a hoarse “Jen,” came from underneath him.
With a groan he pulled out and slid up till he could reach Jared’s hands. Untying the knots quickly he rubbed at the muscles in Jared’s arms, knowing they had to be sore.
Jared sighed and as soon as Jensen finished let him roll him onto his back. Jensen could tell he was already half asleep and he leaned down for a soft kiss before sitting up and pulling a blanket over them both.
Jared was all arms and legs and craving for contact in bed. Jensen waited for him to get comfortable, curled on and around Jen, before closing his hand around Jared’s and giving in to sleep.
Jared’s whole body shuddered as Jensen ran a hand down his back; from his shoulders pulled forward by the silk tying him to the headboard to the small of his back arched from the tension and pleasure.
Jensen smiled as he continued to run his hand slowly up and down, enjoying the shivers running the length of Jared’s body.
“I love how responsive you are, Jare,” he said softly, laughing when Jared tried to tense his body in denial. “You are. No matter where I touch,” his hand ran lower, down to the soft skin behind his knee, light enough to tickle, and Jared’s breath caught, “…I get something from you.”
Lower now, then slowly back up; stopping to tease the even more sensitive skin at the top of Jared’s thighs, and Jensen leaned over Jared, getting closer to hear the quiet noises Jared tried to hide. “I love hearing you,” he whispered, fingers moving.
A short nudge up and almost *in* and Jared let out a startled cry.
“Just like that.” Jensen’s fingers slid lower, then off, and he encouraged Jared’s sound of protest with a soft “good”. They were back a moment later, this time leaving wet trails up and all the way in.
Jared choked on a cry as one finger almost immediately became two.
“God I love you like this…”
Jared’s voice became even louder as two fingers became three.
“…all laid out for me. Ready, willing, and *waiting* for me.”
Three fingers briefly became four and Jared’s cries were continuous now; low and needy and sounding almost broken.
“You’re more than ready for me, aren’t you?” Jensen straddled Jared’s legs and reached under to pull him to his knees. “You’ve been ready, haven’t you, since you came, since you stripped for me,” he spread Jared with one hand and guided himself with the other; pausing at the entrance to Jared’ body. “Since you let me tie you down…”
Jensen waited, poised, until Jared, frustrated and much more than just ready, pushed back.
In one long push, Jensen was completely inside. Jared’s breath caught in his throat and his body spasmed around and under Jensen who groaned and started to move. It was another few moments before Jared moved with him, his voice a low, constant underpoint to every thrust Jensen made, every movement they made together.
It was more than enough for Jared; Jensen knew it so only tightened his hold on Jared’s hips as he got closer and closer to the edge, shifting Jared till the change in his cries let Jensen knew he was hitting the spot.
Over and over; Jared getting louder and louder, his wordless pleas almost enough to send Jensen over. Then one sharp thrust and Jared almost screamed as he came. Jensen moved even faster and let the sounds and the increased pressure take him over the edge.
Jared’ knees gave out and Jensen lay along his back, still inside, reluctant to move until a hoarse “Jen,” came from underneath him.
With a groan he pulled out and slid up till he could reach Jared’s hands. Untying the knots quickly he rubbed at the muscles in Jared’s arms, knowing they had to be sore.
Jared sighed and as soon as Jensen finished let him roll him onto his back. Jensen could tell he was already half asleep and he leaned down for a soft kiss before sitting up and pulling a blanket over them both.
Jared was all arms and legs and craving for contact in bed. Jensen waited for him to get comfortable, curled on and around Jen, before closing his hand around Jared’s and giving in to sleep.