J/C Fic - Taken for Granted - R!
Title: Taken For Granted
Characters: Jared/Chris
Rating: R
Warning: Bottom!Jared
Word Count: ~1,800
Beta: None for this! Sorry!!
Summary: written for spnkink_meme This was the prompt: Chris returns home late for the 10th night in row to find untouched dinner on table and a clearly exhausted Jared passed out on the couch with game controller in hand, obviously waiting for him. Realization dawns on Chris that he has been putting everything in his life before Jared and makes it his prime job to take care of the kid. He starts with carrying Jared to their bed and doesnt let him get off the bed the next day taking care of him in everyway possible. breakfast on bed, massage the kinks from his sore back from sleeping on the couch, kiss sorry and kiss i love you's, making Jared sit on his lap, cuddling and make up sex.
Chris tosses his keys onto the table beside the door, slipping off his shoes before walking into his shared house. Recording had gone over once again, his new album needing a lot more work than he first thought, meaning that for more than a week now he hasn’t been able to come home before midnight. He scrubs a hand tiredly over his face and continues through to his kitchen, seeing the light on even at the late hour, before freezing in the doorway. The table is set beautifully, plates and wine glasses out with the napkins folded in a way that Chris supposed was meant to look fancy. The room smelt good too, obviously something had been cooking and it smelt delicious, enough to cause Chris’ stomach to rumble in appreciation.
He continues through the house, switching off the lights as he goes, but is stopped once again by the sight before him. Jared is passed out on the couch, his head tilted back and his mouth slightly open, with the TV still switched on to some game Jared was playing - his character long since dead - and the controller hanging loosely in his hand. Jared was obviously exhausted, he too had had a full day of working and then had obviously come home and prepared an extravagant meal for them, only to have fallen asleep, most likely while waiting for Chris to come home.
A deep sigh escapes Chris’ lips, he quietly approaches the couch, looking down at the exhausted young man, realising just how screwed up his priorities had gotten. Chris had always been a family man, putting his family and even friends before anything else, but for some reason he forgot about all this with Jared, who just made everything so easy. Jared never once complained, Chris could come late, could change plans last minute or stuff up somehow and Jared would just smile and tell Chris not to worry about it.
All that’s about to change now though. He turns the TV off and carefully extracts the control from Jared’s lax hand before setting it aside. He tenderly brushes his hand against Jared’s cheek before gently lifting the much larger man into his arms, holding the young man against his chest and making sure that his head is resting comfortably. Chris realises now that he can’t keep putting everything else before Jared, and with a final nod of his head, he sets off to the bedroom, to take care of Jared.
Jared comes around while Chris is carrying him, “-ris?” he mumbles, still mostly asleep.
“Yeah Jay, just me, rest now, Imma take care of you,” he says reaching their large bed. Chris gently lays Jared down above the covers, moving swiftly to remove all of Jared’s clothes and then his own, before pulling both of them under the covers.
Chris wraps Jared up in his arms, holding the younger man while he sleeps, softly promising that tomorrow was going to be different.
Jared awakes the next morning disorientated, the last thing he can remember is setting the table and leaving the roast in the oven before sitting in front of the television to wait for Chris to come back home. Jared sat up in his bed, the sheets pooling around his waist, and looked around the room for any signs of Chris, seeing only their clothes folded neatly to one side Jared pushed the sheets off him and made a move to stand.
“You sit yourself back down,” Chris ordered walking back into the room, hands full with a tray of something Jared couldn’t see.
“Wha-?” Jared asked dumbfounded.
Chris smiled before putting the tray down to one side, showing Jared the different foods and drinks spread out over the dish, before he leaned in and kissed Jared good morning. “Today, you are not to move from this bed, today is my turn to look after you,” Chris explained before pushing Jared back up against the headboard, ensuring that his back was cushioned before sitting down next to his lover.
“You don’t have to do all this for me,” Jared said, a smile however brightening his face.
“Yes I do. I’m sorry Jay,” Chris sighed.
“For what?”
“For not being around these past few days, for putting the album before you, I promise though, it won’t happen again,” he said, placing another kiss against Jared’s soft lips, the apology obvious through the action.
“Chris-” Jared started before Chris interrupted him.
“Please Jay, just let me do this for you,” Chris all but begged, his voice hushed.
Jared nodded mutely and watched as Chris brought the tray over to sit across his lap and picked up a bowl of strawberries, holding out the fruit for Jared to take into his mouth.
“I know how cliché this all must be,” Chris chuckled, “but I know you love these, and...”
“Chris, you don’t have to explain yourself,” Jared smiled before picking up a piece of fruit and feeding it to the other man before sealing his lips over Chris’. “I love it.”
Jared and Chris continued to feed each other until everything was gone, the two men slowly feeding each other between kisses and tender words. They talked about the album and about the promoting Jared was doing for Supernatural and about whatever else came to mind, never once though did either man bring up the fact that Chris had been away so much. It was in the past now, and neither man wanted to ruin such a perfect morning. Chris moved to return the tray back to the kitchen, but Jared stopped him, wrapping his long fingers around Chris’ wrist and tugging gently.
“You can do that later, just lie with me for a bit,” Jared pleaded.
Chris smiled and placed the tray on the floor, moving back onto the bed and pulling Jared back into his arms. “How are you feeling Jay?” Chris asked.
“Good Chris, a little sore from last night, but so good,” Jared nodded, his head resting against Chris’ chest.
“Sore?” Chris asked pulling back slightly, his eyes seeking out Jared’s and searching for the problem.
“Nothing serious, must just be because of how I was sleeping last night, just a few kinks in the back,” Jared explained.
“Lie down Jared,” Chris asks pushing the younger man down onto his stomach. “Hold on a sec,” he says, moving from the bed and into the bathroom.
Chris returns not long later, a small bottle in hand and moves back towards the bed, kneeling on the mattress and crawling up over Jared’s long legs, straddling Jared over his thighs. He uncaps the bottle and pours some of the baby oil onto his hands before placing them on Jared’s shoulders. He starts off gently, simply rubbing his hands over Jared’s back to get the skin warm before he starts kneading into the muscle, working out the kinks around his shoulders and slowly making his way down to the lower back. Chris spends what feels like hours ensuring every inch of Jared’s back has been looked after, leaving the man boneless underneath him.
Chris sits up after a while, admiring the long, tanned expanse of now oily skin before bending over and running kisses from one should across the neck to the other. He wipes his hands on the bed sheets and slowly slides off his lover’s thighs, chuckling when he hears Jared groan in protest.
“Was that okay?” Chris asks, manhandling Jared until the larger man is resting in the V of his legs, Jared’s head resting against his chest and Chris’ arms wrapping around the other man.
“Okay? That was the best I’ve ever gotten,” Jared sighs happily.
“I’m glad,” Chris returns, dropping a kiss into Jared’s hair. “You know I love you, don’t you Jared?” It’s not the first time he’s said it, but Chris needs to make sure Jared knows it.
“Of course I do, I love you so much too Chris,” Jared replies, sitting up and moving so that his legs are over Chris’ thighs on either side.
Chris stares up at Jared and wonders, not for the first time, what he did to be so lucky to get Jared. Chris nodded and kissed Jared yet again, pouring all the love he had for the younger man - the man that loved him unconditionally - into the one kiss.
“I want you to fuck me Chris,” Jared moaned, his voice husky a low, his hips canting as his ass rubbed against Chris’ hardening cock.
Chris moaned in agreement and blindly fumbled around for the bottle of baby oil. He grabbed the slippery bottle and held it up in triumph just as Jared’s lips crashed over his. Chris coated his fingers with the slick oil and pushed a finger into Jared without warning, pushing it in and out to stretch the hole before adding another finger.
“Yes! God... yeah... Chris!” Jared moaned unable to form any coherent sentences.
Chris scissored his fingers, stretching Jared wide before adding another finger then another. His four fingers moving easily inside Jared with the help of the baby oil.
“I’m ready Chris, I’m ready,” Jared nodded, his forehead resting against Chris’ as they panted for breath.
Chris nodded before grabbing his cock in his hand and fisting it tightly, he lined up with Jared’s abused hole and entered the warm space with practised ease causing Jared to buck up in pleasure.
“Yes!” they both moaned as Chris filled Jared up to the hilt.
He gave Jared some time to adjust before thrusting in and out repeatedly, Jared’s cock bobbing between their sweaty bodies, precome leaking out of the head. Jared panted and grabbed a hold of the headboard behind Chris’ head, holding himself still as his other hand moved to circle around his neglected cock. It didn’t take long, a few more thrusts over Jared’s prostate and he was coming over Chris’ stomach and chest, some even landing on his face, Chris following soon after, filling Jared with his come.
Jared collapsed over Chris’ body, both men breathing heavily, trying to regain themselves.
“I love you Jared,” Chris said again, this time gently pressing his lips to Jared’s as he pulled out of the man above him.
Jared smiled into the crook of Chris’ sweaty neck, “you too,” he mumbled, his tongue coming out to lick up the salty water, “do you think we could move off this bed to get cleaned up a bit?”
Chris grunted but managed to lift Jared up into his arms, carrying the younger man to the bathroom where he let him stand beside the shower. He turned the taps and held Jared close to him as they waited for the water to warm up before both of them stepped inside. The warm water beat down against their bodies, washing away the come and stress.
“Thanks for everything Jay,” Chris said, pulling the other man into his arms, holding Jared close to his body as the water cascaded around them.
-End.
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The other fic I posted today can be found here! (A Mpreg J/C fic!)
Characters: Jared/Chris
Rating: R
Warning: Bottom!Jared
Word Count: ~1,800
Beta: None for this! Sorry!!
Summary: written for spnkink_meme This was the prompt: Chris returns home late for the 10th night in row to find untouched dinner on table and a clearly exhausted Jared passed out on the couch with game controller in hand, obviously waiting for him. Realization dawns on Chris that he has been putting everything in his life before Jared and makes it his prime job to take care of the kid. He starts with carrying Jared to their bed and doesnt let him get off the bed the next day taking care of him in everyway possible. breakfast on bed, massage the kinks from his sore back from sleeping on the couch, kiss sorry and kiss i love you's, making Jared sit on his lap, cuddling and make up sex.
Chris tosses his keys onto the table beside the door, slipping off his shoes before walking into his shared house. Recording had gone over once again, his new album needing a lot more work than he first thought, meaning that for more than a week now he hasn’t been able to come home before midnight. He scrubs a hand tiredly over his face and continues through to his kitchen, seeing the light on even at the late hour, before freezing in the doorway. The table is set beautifully, plates and wine glasses out with the napkins folded in a way that Chris supposed was meant to look fancy. The room smelt good too, obviously something had been cooking and it smelt delicious, enough to cause Chris’ stomach to rumble in appreciation.
He continues through the house, switching off the lights as he goes, but is stopped once again by the sight before him. Jared is passed out on the couch, his head tilted back and his mouth slightly open, with the TV still switched on to some game Jared was playing - his character long since dead - and the controller hanging loosely in his hand. Jared was obviously exhausted, he too had had a full day of working and then had obviously come home and prepared an extravagant meal for them, only to have fallen asleep, most likely while waiting for Chris to come home.
A deep sigh escapes Chris’ lips, he quietly approaches the couch, looking down at the exhausted young man, realising just how screwed up his priorities had gotten. Chris had always been a family man, putting his family and even friends before anything else, but for some reason he forgot about all this with Jared, who just made everything so easy. Jared never once complained, Chris could come late, could change plans last minute or stuff up somehow and Jared would just smile and tell Chris not to worry about it.
All that’s about to change now though. He turns the TV off and carefully extracts the control from Jared’s lax hand before setting it aside. He tenderly brushes his hand against Jared’s cheek before gently lifting the much larger man into his arms, holding the young man against his chest and making sure that his head is resting comfortably. Chris realises now that he can’t keep putting everything else before Jared, and with a final nod of his head, he sets off to the bedroom, to take care of Jared.
Jared comes around while Chris is carrying him, “-ris?” he mumbles, still mostly asleep.
“Yeah Jay, just me, rest now, Imma take care of you,” he says reaching their large bed. Chris gently lays Jared down above the covers, moving swiftly to remove all of Jared’s clothes and then his own, before pulling both of them under the covers.
Chris wraps Jared up in his arms, holding the younger man while he sleeps, softly promising that tomorrow was going to be different.
Jared awakes the next morning disorientated, the last thing he can remember is setting the table and leaving the roast in the oven before sitting in front of the television to wait for Chris to come back home. Jared sat up in his bed, the sheets pooling around his waist, and looked around the room for any signs of Chris, seeing only their clothes folded neatly to one side Jared pushed the sheets off him and made a move to stand.
“You sit yourself back down,” Chris ordered walking back into the room, hands full with a tray of something Jared couldn’t see.
“Wha-?” Jared asked dumbfounded.
Chris smiled before putting the tray down to one side, showing Jared the different foods and drinks spread out over the dish, before he leaned in and kissed Jared good morning. “Today, you are not to move from this bed, today is my turn to look after you,” Chris explained before pushing Jared back up against the headboard, ensuring that his back was cushioned before sitting down next to his lover.
“You don’t have to do all this for me,” Jared said, a smile however brightening his face.
“Yes I do. I’m sorry Jay,” Chris sighed.
“For what?”
“For not being around these past few days, for putting the album before you, I promise though, it won’t happen again,” he said, placing another kiss against Jared’s soft lips, the apology obvious through the action.
“Chris-” Jared started before Chris interrupted him.
“Please Jay, just let me do this for you,” Chris all but begged, his voice hushed.
Jared nodded mutely and watched as Chris brought the tray over to sit across his lap and picked up a bowl of strawberries, holding out the fruit for Jared to take into his mouth.
“I know how cliché this all must be,” Chris chuckled, “but I know you love these, and...”
“Chris, you don’t have to explain yourself,” Jared smiled before picking up a piece of fruit and feeding it to the other man before sealing his lips over Chris’. “I love it.”
Jared and Chris continued to feed each other until everything was gone, the two men slowly feeding each other between kisses and tender words. They talked about the album and about the promoting Jared was doing for Supernatural and about whatever else came to mind, never once though did either man bring up the fact that Chris had been away so much. It was in the past now, and neither man wanted to ruin such a perfect morning. Chris moved to return the tray back to the kitchen, but Jared stopped him, wrapping his long fingers around Chris’ wrist and tugging gently.
“You can do that later, just lie with me for a bit,” Jared pleaded.
Chris smiled and placed the tray on the floor, moving back onto the bed and pulling Jared back into his arms. “How are you feeling Jay?” Chris asked.
“Good Chris, a little sore from last night, but so good,” Jared nodded, his head resting against Chris’ chest.
“Sore?” Chris asked pulling back slightly, his eyes seeking out Jared’s and searching for the problem.
“Nothing serious, must just be because of how I was sleeping last night, just a few kinks in the back,” Jared explained.
“Lie down Jared,” Chris asks pushing the younger man down onto his stomach. “Hold on a sec,” he says, moving from the bed and into the bathroom.
Chris returns not long later, a small bottle in hand and moves back towards the bed, kneeling on the mattress and crawling up over Jared’s long legs, straddling Jared over his thighs. He uncaps the bottle and pours some of the baby oil onto his hands before placing them on Jared’s shoulders. He starts off gently, simply rubbing his hands over Jared’s back to get the skin warm before he starts kneading into the muscle, working out the kinks around his shoulders and slowly making his way down to the lower back. Chris spends what feels like hours ensuring every inch of Jared’s back has been looked after, leaving the man boneless underneath him.
Chris sits up after a while, admiring the long, tanned expanse of now oily skin before bending over and running kisses from one should across the neck to the other. He wipes his hands on the bed sheets and slowly slides off his lover’s thighs, chuckling when he hears Jared groan in protest.
“Was that okay?” Chris asks, manhandling Jared until the larger man is resting in the V of his legs, Jared’s head resting against his chest and Chris’ arms wrapping around the other man.
“Okay? That was the best I’ve ever gotten,” Jared sighs happily.
“I’m glad,” Chris returns, dropping a kiss into Jared’s hair. “You know I love you, don’t you Jared?” It’s not the first time he’s said it, but Chris needs to make sure Jared knows it.
“Of course I do, I love you so much too Chris,” Jared replies, sitting up and moving so that his legs are over Chris’ thighs on either side.
Chris stares up at Jared and wonders, not for the first time, what he did to be so lucky to get Jared. Chris nodded and kissed Jared yet again, pouring all the love he had for the younger man - the man that loved him unconditionally - into the one kiss.
“I want you to fuck me Chris,” Jared moaned, his voice husky a low, his hips canting as his ass rubbed against Chris’ hardening cock.
Chris moaned in agreement and blindly fumbled around for the bottle of baby oil. He grabbed the slippery bottle and held it up in triumph just as Jared’s lips crashed over his. Chris coated his fingers with the slick oil and pushed a finger into Jared without warning, pushing it in and out to stretch the hole before adding another finger.
“Yes! God... yeah... Chris!” Jared moaned unable to form any coherent sentences.
Chris scissored his fingers, stretching Jared wide before adding another finger then another. His four fingers moving easily inside Jared with the help of the baby oil.
“I’m ready Chris, I’m ready,” Jared nodded, his forehead resting against Chris’ as they panted for breath.
Chris nodded before grabbing his cock in his hand and fisting it tightly, he lined up with Jared’s abused hole and entered the warm space with practised ease causing Jared to buck up in pleasure.
“Yes!” they both moaned as Chris filled Jared up to the hilt.
He gave Jared some time to adjust before thrusting in and out repeatedly, Jared’s cock bobbing between their sweaty bodies, precome leaking out of the head. Jared panted and grabbed a hold of the headboard behind Chris’ head, holding himself still as his other hand moved to circle around his neglected cock. It didn’t take long, a few more thrusts over Jared’s prostate and he was coming over Chris’ stomach and chest, some even landing on his face, Chris following soon after, filling Jared with his come.
Jared collapsed over Chris’ body, both men breathing heavily, trying to regain themselves.
“I love you Jared,” Chris said again, this time gently pressing his lips to Jared’s as he pulled out of the man above him.
Jared smiled into the crook of Chris’ sweaty neck, “you too,” he mumbled, his tongue coming out to lick up the salty water, “do you think we could move off this bed to get cleaned up a bit?”
Chris grunted but managed to lift Jared up into his arms, carrying the younger man to the bathroom where he let him stand beside the shower. He turned the taps and held Jared close to him as they waited for the water to warm up before both of them stepped inside. The warm water beat down against their bodies, washing away the come and stress.
“Thanks for everything Jay,” Chris said, pulling the other man into his arms, holding Jared close to his body as the water cascaded around them.
-End.
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The other fic I posted today can be found here! (A Mpreg J/C fic!)