Smoke & Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder [30/?]
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (30/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: ADULT.
Wordcount: 2,863
Summary: AU. Jared's a classic case of rich kid gone wrong, whose only sense of family comes from his motorbike, the guy he rents a garage from to live in and the precinct cops who know his face better than most already. Jensen's a hard-working student whose family are helping push him towards great things. What happens when their two worlds collide, and will Jared's troublesome nature be too much for Jensen to handle?
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Jensen let himself be pushed down onto his mattress, body denting and creasing against pristine white. Jared followed him down, all warmth and hungry, open-mouthed kisses. He settled his weight against Jensen; between his legs and against his chest. There was a slight shiver when he drew back and caught his breath, and Jensen reached up with one hand and curled it to his face. He had a question that he wanted to ask, but he kind of already knew the answer. He already knew what was going to happen.
He bit it down, parting his lips and running his tongue along them, waiting for Jared to kiss him again. He touched him instead. His fingers slid between the buttons of Jensen's shirt, skimming over his skin, and then he eased a couple of buttons from their holes. Jensen's heart was pounding, and not only because of the five small points of pressure against his belly. He couldn't see Jared's eyes; just a mess of dark hair hanging down as Jared watched what he was doing. He was drawing patterns on Jensen's skin, his fingers moving slow and lazy.
Tangled on the bed, a contrast to the music that surrounded them, Jensen felt like he and Jared had been turned down. That they were being too quiet because of what was to come. It didn't make him feel uncomfortable, though. How could it, with Jared's hands smoothing him down and warming out the creases?
His shirt was completely open now and Jared had ducked his head down, mouthing against each of Jensen's nipples in turn. He wondered how much better that would feel with rings through them. He'd find out, he supposed.
He groaned, then, loud and bitten off, as Jared tucked his hand between Jensen's legs and pushed it over the half-hard ridge of his cock. It was not a new feeling, except for the part where everything now was completely new. He thought he should say something, stop this happening in this place, of all places, but he couldn't bring himself to speak. Jared had a promise to keep, and only a week left to keep it. It stood to reason that he would choose Jensen's bedroom in Jensen's family home to fulfil it.
Jared stroked again, sending sparks of heat outward from where his hand touched. Jensen shifted, drawing one leg up and pressing one trembling knee to Jared's shoulder. He wished he could be all the way around him, that he could see the way their tattoos looked when they moved together this way. He settled for pulling Jared up again, into a kiss, and digging his fingertips into inked skin. He breathed out into Jared's mouth when the other man squeezed his dick through his jeans, forgetting to move for a few moments. He wondered if Jared would make him ask for it, beg for it.
The way his nerves were being teased right now, he probably would have.
It didn't seem like Jared had any intention of making him speak, though, as his attention moved again. With his hand rubbing back and forth over the seam of denim at Jensen's thigh, Jared nudged Jensen's head to one side and scraped his mouth over the man's jaw. It made him tilt his head upward and he shivered as Jared's mouth closed gently over his Adam's apple. The music was fading out, along with any clarity in his mind, and a Metallica track took its place. It was kind of absurd, Jensen thought, yet perfect. Jared all over, really.
Jared's other hand slid around the back of Jensen's neck as he kissed him, and then he was pulling him up, shuffling backwards and forcing Jensen to sit up, until they were both knelt opposite one another, their bodies flush together. He looked at him then, through half-lidded eyes, like he was considering something. Jensen waited, silent, and didn't move when Jared came closer. His lips barely touched Jensen's face, ghosting over his skin like a promise. Jensen tried to move forward, to catch the offered kiss, but Jared just ducked away from him.
He smiled, shook his head. Not yet.
Frustrated, Jensen retaliated by pushing one hand down between them, his thumb plucking at Jared's belt buckle and then moving further down as he spread his whole hand to cup the bulge in Jared's jeans. They were each as hard as one another and Jensen tried to picture it, found his mouth filling with saliva as he thought about tasting it. There was a smirk on Jared's face when he looked again, a smug expression which Jensen wiped away with a twist of his wrist.
Jared bit his lip at that, looked down and then back up. This time he went for it, his kisses fierce, bruising. Jensen took it because he wanted it. Needed it. He'd let Jared do whatever the hell he wanted right now and, he thought, it looked like that was the plan all along. Jared's hands were at his waist then, working his belt open and pulling it free from the loops of his jeans. He unbuttoned Jensen's fly, but didn't pull his jeans open straight away. He just let them hang undone and skated his hands upwards over Jensen's stomach and up to his chest.
His fingers curved around Jensen's neck, his thumb pushing up against his jawline. The pressure forced him to rock his head back and Jared leaned forward and kissed his throat again. His tongue jabbed out, soft and quick, wetting Jensen's skin. A low moan sounded between them and Jensen wondered how he'd managed to make any sound at all. He'd forgotten where he was. Everything just felt right for this now.
With an effort, he lowered his head to look Jared in the eye again, making the other man stop his kisses and sit back a few inches. He didn't need to be asked. He let Jensen to it, his breathing becoming ragged when he ducked down and tongued against one silver ring. Jensen caught the metal hoop between his teeth and tugged carefully, watching Jared's skin stretch out. There was another moan, from Jared this time, and Jensen worked the ring in his mouth the way he knew would drive Jared absolutely crazy.
It was like working a charm. Jared shuddered in his arms, his eyes almost completely closed, and then his patience wore out completely. He pushed Jensen's shirt sleeves off over his shoulders and Jensen reached behind his back to help him get it off completely. Then Jared planted one hand firmly against his chest and forced him to lay down, following him down again. Their hard cocks rubbed together through two layers of cloth and Jensen gave in waiting. He shoved his hands inside his jeans and pushed them down over his thighs, urging Jared on with a look.
The message was received and understood. While he was by Jensen's feet, tugging his socks and jeans off together, Jared lingered. He smoothed his hand over the jut of bone below Jensen's ankle, his gaze moving up the younger man's body. Naked and, thankfully, unashamed, Jensen watched him looking. His teeth were clamped against his lower lip and he wanted to tell Jared how ticklish he felt right then. But he couldn't speak, wouldn't speak, and so he just squirmed on the bed when Jared's fingers moved again over the top of his foot.
His grip tightened and he urged Jensen to turn over, lay on his front. The position made him feel even more vulnerable than before, especially when he both heard and felt the movement of Jared's clothes coming off. He heard Jared rustling through his pockets and then the soft thud as the discarded jeans and shirt hit the floor. He turned his head and saw Jared putting something on top of his nightstand, then he was distracted completely when the other man once again caught hold of his ankle and began dropping kisses onto his skin.
Jared worked his way up and around the back of Jensen's calves, moving up until his breath fanned hot over Jensen's shoulder. He chuckled as Jensen shivered and then blew against his ear, making him do it again. So sexy and he probably still wouldn't believe it.
He teased until Jensen grunted out a complaint, reminding him that there were other areas of his body that needed attention. Jared was only too happy to oblige him. He eased himself back down, moving his tongue against the shallow dip at the base of Jensen's spine as Metallica ended and Alice Cooper began. Jensen pushed down into the mattress like he was trying to fuck it the moment Jared's tongue slid further along his skin. Jared's hands helped him open up and he panted into the pillow, jaw working around nothing, when he felt the blunt pressure of it almost inside him. It felt like he was going to choke on his own breath and he lifted his head, gulping in air.
Jared didn't notice or didn't want to stop, because his tongue pushed deeper each time and Jensen felt like he had no strength left in his muscles to make him stop anyway. He didn't want him to, especially not when Jared's fingers were added into the mix. He knew what he was doing; he wasn't an idiot. He was getting Jensen as ready as he could be. The fact that it felt incredible was a bonus. He knew the real thing was going to hurt. He knew that, and he pushed back against Jared's tongue more desperately. He was almost aching to get it over with.
The move seemed to make Jared hesitate and he backed off, dropping a kiss on one side of Jensen's backside, and got up, kneeling, one leg either side of Jensen's body.
Next thing, Jared's hands were on Jensen's back and he started at the sudden heat of them. His hands were large, rough from being constantly cleaned of oil and grease, and they were now rubbing circles over Jensen's back. Jared pushed down hard, creasing Jensen's skin, working his muscles over. He felt fucked out already, and they'd barely started. He saw Jared reaching for something and turned his head to see him pick up the tube of KY that he'd put by the bed.
Jensen's stomach flipped at the sight of it; the weird feeling that had been coiling in his belly straightened out suddenly and he swallowed hard. Jared seemed to sense it and leaned down even as he was unscrewing the cap to kiss the tip of Jensen's ear. As distractions went it wasn't much, but it did the trick for the couple of seconds that he needed.
Jared coated his fingers thoroughly, not wanting to chance hurting Jensen, and then he reached down and inched one finger in. He made himself concentrate on just this. He didn't want to try and sugar-coat it with kisses and gentleness. He wanted Jensen to feel it, to experience every moment, so that he would lose the fear he still had of it. Jensen barely reacted to one finger, so Jared eased another into him and watched him tense up. His fingers were curled round, one hand fisted around the sheets while the other clawed into them like he was scrabbling to get away. He'd pulled himself a few inches and Jared used his free hand to grip Jensen's waist and move him back into position.
He got his arm around Jensen's chest, lifting him up. It would make it easier, though he couldn't expect Jensen to know that instinctively. Despite that, Jensen came willingly and allowed Jared to get him where he needed him. He could hear his breathing grow shallow and could feel the trembles beneath his skin, the way his heart was pounding viciously in his chest. He wanted to promise that it would be okay, that it would be easy, but he didn't know that it would.
So he stayed quiet, letting Jensen go long enough to stroke his dick with one wet hand, getting it ready. Jensen didn't move at all. Didn't react when he heard Jared open up the condom, or as he listened to him grunting as he slid it over his cock. Jared used the KY liberally. He didn't care if he had to use the whole damn lot; he was determined to make this as easy as possible for the both of them.
The first push still hurt. Jensen didn't need to tell him. He felt the change in him and the fact that he was so tight made it obvious. Jensen reached one arm back, though, his fingers gripping onto skin as soon as he came into contact with it. Jared let him hold on, ignoring the niggling pain of his nails digging in, and he gritted his teeth as he kept on pushing in.
To his credit, Jensen didn't make a sound. Jared had thought he would; he could still remember that afternoon in the motel, after all. But Jensen was too busy hanging on to Jared, forcing his own body to let this happen. As strange and as awful as it felt right now, he knew it couldn't last. Jared wouldn't want it so much if this was all there was to it, he was sure of it. He made himself push back and felt a quick surge of pleasure when he heard Jared's shocked half-laugh. Yeah, he thought. Me too.
Jared had to be all the way in. Fuck, he had to be. Jensen didn't think he could handle any more, until a second later when there was more and his eyes were shooting open so wide he felt blinded. He hadn't thought that he would feel this much and he definitely hadn't expected that after all the pain of getting here, there could be this. And yet Jared wasn't moving any more. Or he was just moving so slowly that Jensen wasn't registering it.
He lifted his head up as he pushed back against Jared again and there was a frustrated and desperate little giggle that didn't sound right at all, then Jared was pressed up against him all the way along. Hot and sweaty with the effort of holding back, his skin rubbed smoothly over Jensen's. There was no friction between them at all and Jensen's hand skidded off Jared's arm, thumping down on the bed.
He was all the way in now, Jensen knew that from the white flashes in the corners of his vision, and every move he made caused the sparks in Jensen's head to flash brighter. It made him feel like someone was reaching into his stomach with one hand and clenching tightly around whatever it was in there that connected directly to his brain. At the same time, despite the pleasure, there was a constant background noise of pain and Jensen was torn between riding it out and making Jared stop.
Gnawing on his bottom lip, Jensen closed his eyes and concentrated on everything else.
Jared was dripping now, sweat spattering onto the back of Jensen's neck and rolling over his shoulders. Jensen knew then that he was holding back and he urged him on, forcing his muscles to contract and tightening around Jared's dick. It hurt, he thought, but shit, it was worth it. It made Jared let loose and the pleasure suddenly became stronger as pain took a backseat. It was a shock to his system and he almost reared back, almost dislodged their position. He stopped himself, though, and buried his face in the pillow, biting into the soft cotton as Jared fucked into him.
His face felt hot, his body felt like it was on fire, but he didn't want to stop. He only stopped moving when Jared did, when Jared suddenly went still, breathing out hard against his nape, when Jared's dick twitched and jerked inside of him as he came. There was a warm pool of come under Jensen's body already and he moved, grimacing, waiting until Jared got up so he could roll over and away from it. Jared didn't move right away. He stayed where he was for about a minute before he had the strength to push himself up.
Jensen turned onto his back, watching Jared head for the en-suite. Jared left the door open so Jensen could see him taking the condom off and dropping it in the trashcan that was in there. So he could see him running the cold tap over his hands, splashing water onto his flushed red face. He watched him walk back to the bed, thinking all the while that he'd have to clean up and take some shit with him so his mom wouldn't find out, and then Jared was there, grinning down at him, all teeth and dimples and shining skin, and he forgot all about smuggling dirty sheets from home.
Def Leppard faded out into Boston as Jensen met Jared's eyes and thought about how right and how dangerous this all was. And honestly? He didn't want it any other way.
--TBC--
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: ADULT.
Wordcount: 2,863
Summary: AU. Jared's a classic case of rich kid gone wrong, whose only sense of family comes from his motorbike, the guy he rents a garage from to live in and the precinct cops who know his face better than most already. Jensen's a hard-working student whose family are helping push him towards great things. What happens when their two worlds collide, and will Jared's troublesome nature be too much for Jensen to handle?
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Jensen let himself be pushed down onto his mattress, body denting and creasing against pristine white. Jared followed him down, all warmth and hungry, open-mouthed kisses. He settled his weight against Jensen; between his legs and against his chest. There was a slight shiver when he drew back and caught his breath, and Jensen reached up with one hand and curled it to his face. He had a question that he wanted to ask, but he kind of already knew the answer. He already knew what was going to happen.
He bit it down, parting his lips and running his tongue along them, waiting for Jared to kiss him again. He touched him instead. His fingers slid between the buttons of Jensen's shirt, skimming over his skin, and then he eased a couple of buttons from their holes. Jensen's heart was pounding, and not only because of the five small points of pressure against his belly. He couldn't see Jared's eyes; just a mess of dark hair hanging down as Jared watched what he was doing. He was drawing patterns on Jensen's skin, his fingers moving slow and lazy.
Tangled on the bed, a contrast to the music that surrounded them, Jensen felt like he and Jared had been turned down. That they were being too quiet because of what was to come. It didn't make him feel uncomfortable, though. How could it, with Jared's hands smoothing him down and warming out the creases?
His shirt was completely open now and Jared had ducked his head down, mouthing against each of Jensen's nipples in turn. He wondered how much better that would feel with rings through them. He'd find out, he supposed.
He groaned, then, loud and bitten off, as Jared tucked his hand between Jensen's legs and pushed it over the half-hard ridge of his cock. It was not a new feeling, except for the part where everything now was completely new. He thought he should say something, stop this happening in this place, of all places, but he couldn't bring himself to speak. Jared had a promise to keep, and only a week left to keep it. It stood to reason that he would choose Jensen's bedroom in Jensen's family home to fulfil it.
Jared stroked again, sending sparks of heat outward from where his hand touched. Jensen shifted, drawing one leg up and pressing one trembling knee to Jared's shoulder. He wished he could be all the way around him, that he could see the way their tattoos looked when they moved together this way. He settled for pulling Jared up again, into a kiss, and digging his fingertips into inked skin. He breathed out into Jared's mouth when the other man squeezed his dick through his jeans, forgetting to move for a few moments. He wondered if Jared would make him ask for it, beg for it.
The way his nerves were being teased right now, he probably would have.
It didn't seem like Jared had any intention of making him speak, though, as his attention moved again. With his hand rubbing back and forth over the seam of denim at Jensen's thigh, Jared nudged Jensen's head to one side and scraped his mouth over the man's jaw. It made him tilt his head upward and he shivered as Jared's mouth closed gently over his Adam's apple. The music was fading out, along with any clarity in his mind, and a Metallica track took its place. It was kind of absurd, Jensen thought, yet perfect. Jared all over, really.
Jared's other hand slid around the back of Jensen's neck as he kissed him, and then he was pulling him up, shuffling backwards and forcing Jensen to sit up, until they were both knelt opposite one another, their bodies flush together. He looked at him then, through half-lidded eyes, like he was considering something. Jensen waited, silent, and didn't move when Jared came closer. His lips barely touched Jensen's face, ghosting over his skin like a promise. Jensen tried to move forward, to catch the offered kiss, but Jared just ducked away from him.
He smiled, shook his head. Not yet.
Frustrated, Jensen retaliated by pushing one hand down between them, his thumb plucking at Jared's belt buckle and then moving further down as he spread his whole hand to cup the bulge in Jared's jeans. They were each as hard as one another and Jensen tried to picture it, found his mouth filling with saliva as he thought about tasting it. There was a smirk on Jared's face when he looked again, a smug expression which Jensen wiped away with a twist of his wrist.
Jared bit his lip at that, looked down and then back up. This time he went for it, his kisses fierce, bruising. Jensen took it because he wanted it. Needed it. He'd let Jared do whatever the hell he wanted right now and, he thought, it looked like that was the plan all along. Jared's hands were at his waist then, working his belt open and pulling it free from the loops of his jeans. He unbuttoned Jensen's fly, but didn't pull his jeans open straight away. He just let them hang undone and skated his hands upwards over Jensen's stomach and up to his chest.
His fingers curved around Jensen's neck, his thumb pushing up against his jawline. The pressure forced him to rock his head back and Jared leaned forward and kissed his throat again. His tongue jabbed out, soft and quick, wetting Jensen's skin. A low moan sounded between them and Jensen wondered how he'd managed to make any sound at all. He'd forgotten where he was. Everything just felt right for this now.
With an effort, he lowered his head to look Jared in the eye again, making the other man stop his kisses and sit back a few inches. He didn't need to be asked. He let Jensen to it, his breathing becoming ragged when he ducked down and tongued against one silver ring. Jensen caught the metal hoop between his teeth and tugged carefully, watching Jared's skin stretch out. There was another moan, from Jared this time, and Jensen worked the ring in his mouth the way he knew would drive Jared absolutely crazy.
It was like working a charm. Jared shuddered in his arms, his eyes almost completely closed, and then his patience wore out completely. He pushed Jensen's shirt sleeves off over his shoulders and Jensen reached behind his back to help him get it off completely. Then Jared planted one hand firmly against his chest and forced him to lay down, following him down again. Their hard cocks rubbed together through two layers of cloth and Jensen gave in waiting. He shoved his hands inside his jeans and pushed them down over his thighs, urging Jared on with a look.
The message was received and understood. While he was by Jensen's feet, tugging his socks and jeans off together, Jared lingered. He smoothed his hand over the jut of bone below Jensen's ankle, his gaze moving up the younger man's body. Naked and, thankfully, unashamed, Jensen watched him looking. His teeth were clamped against his lower lip and he wanted to tell Jared how ticklish he felt right then. But he couldn't speak, wouldn't speak, and so he just squirmed on the bed when Jared's fingers moved again over the top of his foot.
His grip tightened and he urged Jensen to turn over, lay on his front. The position made him feel even more vulnerable than before, especially when he both heard and felt the movement of Jared's clothes coming off. He heard Jared rustling through his pockets and then the soft thud as the discarded jeans and shirt hit the floor. He turned his head and saw Jared putting something on top of his nightstand, then he was distracted completely when the other man once again caught hold of his ankle and began dropping kisses onto his skin.
Jared worked his way up and around the back of Jensen's calves, moving up until his breath fanned hot over Jensen's shoulder. He chuckled as Jensen shivered and then blew against his ear, making him do it again. So sexy and he probably still wouldn't believe it.
He teased until Jensen grunted out a complaint, reminding him that there were other areas of his body that needed attention. Jared was only too happy to oblige him. He eased himself back down, moving his tongue against the shallow dip at the base of Jensen's spine as Metallica ended and Alice Cooper began. Jensen pushed down into the mattress like he was trying to fuck it the moment Jared's tongue slid further along his skin. Jared's hands helped him open up and he panted into the pillow, jaw working around nothing, when he felt the blunt pressure of it almost inside him. It felt like he was going to choke on his own breath and he lifted his head, gulping in air.
Jared didn't notice or didn't want to stop, because his tongue pushed deeper each time and Jensen felt like he had no strength left in his muscles to make him stop anyway. He didn't want him to, especially not when Jared's fingers were added into the mix. He knew what he was doing; he wasn't an idiot. He was getting Jensen as ready as he could be. The fact that it felt incredible was a bonus. He knew the real thing was going to hurt. He knew that, and he pushed back against Jared's tongue more desperately. He was almost aching to get it over with.
The move seemed to make Jared hesitate and he backed off, dropping a kiss on one side of Jensen's backside, and got up, kneeling, one leg either side of Jensen's body.
Next thing, Jared's hands were on Jensen's back and he started at the sudden heat of them. His hands were large, rough from being constantly cleaned of oil and grease, and they were now rubbing circles over Jensen's back. Jared pushed down hard, creasing Jensen's skin, working his muscles over. He felt fucked out already, and they'd barely started. He saw Jared reaching for something and turned his head to see him pick up the tube of KY that he'd put by the bed.
Jensen's stomach flipped at the sight of it; the weird feeling that had been coiling in his belly straightened out suddenly and he swallowed hard. Jared seemed to sense it and leaned down even as he was unscrewing the cap to kiss the tip of Jensen's ear. As distractions went it wasn't much, but it did the trick for the couple of seconds that he needed.
Jared coated his fingers thoroughly, not wanting to chance hurting Jensen, and then he reached down and inched one finger in. He made himself concentrate on just this. He didn't want to try and sugar-coat it with kisses and gentleness. He wanted Jensen to feel it, to experience every moment, so that he would lose the fear he still had of it. Jensen barely reacted to one finger, so Jared eased another into him and watched him tense up. His fingers were curled round, one hand fisted around the sheets while the other clawed into them like he was scrabbling to get away. He'd pulled himself a few inches and Jared used his free hand to grip Jensen's waist and move him back into position.
He got his arm around Jensen's chest, lifting him up. It would make it easier, though he couldn't expect Jensen to know that instinctively. Despite that, Jensen came willingly and allowed Jared to get him where he needed him. He could hear his breathing grow shallow and could feel the trembles beneath his skin, the way his heart was pounding viciously in his chest. He wanted to promise that it would be okay, that it would be easy, but he didn't know that it would.
So he stayed quiet, letting Jensen go long enough to stroke his dick with one wet hand, getting it ready. Jensen didn't move at all. Didn't react when he heard Jared open up the condom, or as he listened to him grunting as he slid it over his cock. Jared used the KY liberally. He didn't care if he had to use the whole damn lot; he was determined to make this as easy as possible for the both of them.
The first push still hurt. Jensen didn't need to tell him. He felt the change in him and the fact that he was so tight made it obvious. Jensen reached one arm back, though, his fingers gripping onto skin as soon as he came into contact with it. Jared let him hold on, ignoring the niggling pain of his nails digging in, and he gritted his teeth as he kept on pushing in.
To his credit, Jensen didn't make a sound. Jared had thought he would; he could still remember that afternoon in the motel, after all. But Jensen was too busy hanging on to Jared, forcing his own body to let this happen. As strange and as awful as it felt right now, he knew it couldn't last. Jared wouldn't want it so much if this was all there was to it, he was sure of it. He made himself push back and felt a quick surge of pleasure when he heard Jared's shocked half-laugh. Yeah, he thought. Me too.
Jared had to be all the way in. Fuck, he had to be. Jensen didn't think he could handle any more, until a second later when there was more and his eyes were shooting open so wide he felt blinded. He hadn't thought that he would feel this much and he definitely hadn't expected that after all the pain of getting here, there could be this. And yet Jared wasn't moving any more. Or he was just moving so slowly that Jensen wasn't registering it.
He lifted his head up as he pushed back against Jared again and there was a frustrated and desperate little giggle that didn't sound right at all, then Jared was pressed up against him all the way along. Hot and sweaty with the effort of holding back, his skin rubbed smoothly over Jensen's. There was no friction between them at all and Jensen's hand skidded off Jared's arm, thumping down on the bed.
He was all the way in now, Jensen knew that from the white flashes in the corners of his vision, and every move he made caused the sparks in Jensen's head to flash brighter. It made him feel like someone was reaching into his stomach with one hand and clenching tightly around whatever it was in there that connected directly to his brain. At the same time, despite the pleasure, there was a constant background noise of pain and Jensen was torn between riding it out and making Jared stop.
Gnawing on his bottom lip, Jensen closed his eyes and concentrated on everything else.
Jared was dripping now, sweat spattering onto the back of Jensen's neck and rolling over his shoulders. Jensen knew then that he was holding back and he urged him on, forcing his muscles to contract and tightening around Jared's dick. It hurt, he thought, but shit, it was worth it. It made Jared let loose and the pleasure suddenly became stronger as pain took a backseat. It was a shock to his system and he almost reared back, almost dislodged their position. He stopped himself, though, and buried his face in the pillow, biting into the soft cotton as Jared fucked into him.
His face felt hot, his body felt like it was on fire, but he didn't want to stop. He only stopped moving when Jared did, when Jared suddenly went still, breathing out hard against his nape, when Jared's dick twitched and jerked inside of him as he came. There was a warm pool of come under Jensen's body already and he moved, grimacing, waiting until Jared got up so he could roll over and away from it. Jared didn't move right away. He stayed where he was for about a minute before he had the strength to push himself up.
Jensen turned onto his back, watching Jared head for the en-suite. Jared left the door open so Jensen could see him taking the condom off and dropping it in the trashcan that was in there. So he could see him running the cold tap over his hands, splashing water onto his flushed red face. He watched him walk back to the bed, thinking all the while that he'd have to clean up and take some shit with him so his mom wouldn't find out, and then Jared was there, grinning down at him, all teeth and dimples and shining skin, and he forgot all about smuggling dirty sheets from home.
Def Leppard faded out into Boston as Jensen met Jared's eyes and thought about how right and how dangerous this all was. And honestly? He didn't want it any other way.
--TBC--