Jared/Chris fic - Thrill of the Ride - R (1/1)
Title: Thrill of the Ride
Characters: Jared/Chris
Rating: R
Warnings: Bottom!Chris, Slightly Dom!Jared
Word Count: ~1,500
Beta: billysgirl5 did the first half, but I've added to it and changed some of it, so any and all mistakes are my own!
Summary: Chris buys himself something new, Jared's nervous at first but quickly comes to like it.
Another prompt from billysgirl5 , 8. Motorcycle ;)
“What the fuck is that?” Jared shouted as Chris came closer to him.
“My motorcycle?” Chris said as if it was nothing at all.
“And why did you buy a motorcycle? What happened to your car?” Jared asked, secretly admiring the black polish and sleek metal that made up the gorgeous bike before him.
“I’ve always wanted one; it was just now that I could actually afford the one I wanted” Chris replied nodding towards his bike. “Wanna go for a spin?” Chris asked holding up a second helmet.
Jared hesitated. He was usually against the idea of motorcycles, hated driving beside them on the roads, told Jeffery Dean Morgan off every chance he could because of the stupid one he had, but when Chris held the helmet up higher, Jared knew there was no way he would be able to refuse the offer, the metal gleaming in the sunlight as if winking at him.
“Okay, fine, but you don’t tell Jeff about this! And you take it slow!” Jared ordered as he fitted the helmet over his head.
Chris reached up and buckled the helmet on for his lover, quickly grabbing Jared’s hand before speaking; “I promise not to say anything, and don’t worry, we’ll take it nice and easy,” Chris agreed.
Chris buckled his own helmet on before slipping his leg over the seat, the bike’s stand still in place as he used the toe of his foot to keep him balanced on the beast of a machine. Chris stretched his hand out and waited for Jared to take it; he hesitated once again before steeling himself and grabbing Chris’ hand. Jared mounted the bike with ease, his long legs getting him over it without problem, and he actually wasn’t as big a klutz everyone made him out to be.
Jared lifted his two legs off the ground and rested them against the passenger’s foot holds before squeezing Chris’ hand to let him know he was ready, wrapping his arms around the waist in front of him as he felt the bike roar to life underneath him. His grip tightened for a moment before he managed to relax again, Chris kicking the stand up and revving the engine before putting the bike into drive and taking off down the quiet roads.
Jared was the perfect passenger, his body molding against Chris’ and matching the other man’s as he leant his body left and right with the bike just enough to keep them balanced while turning. The ride was exhilarating, the feel of the wind whipping pass them and tearing at their clothes as they sped through the streets. This was what Jared imagined it felt like to be free; he really could understand why Chris loved these things, even though they were so dangerous.
Chris made the final turn back onto their own street before speeding up some, feeling Jared tighten his hold in fear as their house approached. Chris pulled into their driveway and shut off the motorcycle, removing his helmet before turning slightly to face Jared. The large man behind him was breathing heavily, his hands shaking as he tried to unclip the helmet and take it off, adrenaline pumping through his veins.
“How was it, Babe?” Chris asked.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” Jared nodded, a huge smile gracing his face.
“So you don’t mind me having this?” Chris asked, seriously wanting to know what Jared thought of it.
“There is no way you are getting rid of it now,” Jared said, pressing his crotch right against the small of Chris’ back, “Do you feel what you and this bike do to me?” he whispered hoarsely.
Chris groaned. “Bed, now?” he begged.
Jared nodded before slipping off the bike, eyes roaming over it appreciatively before he patted it with one hand, the other pulling Chris off with him, “At some point today, I am fucking you over that bike,” Jared declared before pulling the stunned man into the house, the bike standing forgotten for the moment, gleaming in the sunlight, as if winking.
.Later that day.
Chris had pushed the bike back into the garage, using an oily cloth to polish his new baby back to looking brand new. He allowed the rhythmic circular motions and the simplicity of his actions to calm him, his mind drifting so far that he didn’t even hear the other man enter the room until he was right over him. Chris jumped up and turned around, a nervous smile gracing his face as he looked up at his lover.
“Jared?” he questioned nervously.
“Look at how well you take care of her, if I didn’t know any better I’d start getting jealous,” Jared said, his voice low and controlled.
“You saying that you’re not?” Chris responded, his smile turning into a sly grin.
“Of course not, now’s just a perfect time to remind you who you belong to,” Jared supplied, becoming predatory. “Pants off and get over the bike,” Jared ordered, no longer willing to play any games.
Chris nodded and immediately unbuttoned his jeans before straddling the bike, his cock already filling and hardening. Jared approached the older man, picking up a small bottle from the floor as he shadowed Chris’ form. Chris’ breaths were coming out in short pants, his breathing labored and rapid and Jared’s large hand came up and wrapped around his shoulder, gripping him tightly and pushing the man forward and over the motorcycle’s handles.
Jared leaned forward, his lips ghosting over the skin of Chris’ ear, as his other hand pushed Chris’ shirt up to his underarms, holding it there as his other hand lowered and his fingers traced the broad back lightly. “Mine,” he breathed, kissing the shell of Chris’ ear before drawing the lobe into his mouth, nibbling and tugging on it.
“Yours,” Chris wholeheartedly agreed, his brain barely functioning now.
Jared’s lips worked their way down Chris’ back, leaving a trail of nips and kisses in their path. “Sit up, help me out here,” Jared whispered, secretly smiling at how Chris did exactly what he asked. “you know what Imma use on you? Huh Chris? Answer me,” Jared ordered the sound of a cap popping open Chris’ only clue.
“N-no, I have no idea…” Chris moaned.
“Your precious motor oil, Imma use it to slick up my fingers and then open you up, get you ready for my cock, what do you think?” Jared teased, his fingers already playing with Chris’ entrance.
“Fuck! Do it! Please! Just do it!” Chris begged.
Jared came back up and started sucking a bruise into the crook of Chris’ neck, “mine,” he breathed again before backing up. He quickly poured some of the oil onto his fingers and started rubbing one finger into Chris’ hole, stretching the ring of muscles carefully. With his other hand, Jared reached down and pulled Chris’ hard and aching cock out of their cotton prison rubbing it in his closed hand and over the bike’s smooth leather.
The sounds from Chris’ moaning filled the room, becoming more and more desperate with each passing second. Jared added a third finger into Chris’ hole, using his other hand to slick up his own cock. “Marking you, and christening this baby, all at once,” Jared smiled straddling the bike as well, it was the only warning Chris got before Jared plunged into the hilt with one, easy thrust. Chris never even hearing Jared undo his pants.
Jared kept a rigorous pace, pumping in and out of Chris’ already abused hole without mercy. Just the way Chris liked it, his own body rocking back, meeting Jared’s every thrust. It didn’t take long, the duel sensations of Jared thrusting up behind him and the bike under him all becoming too much for Chris to handle. Chris came with a cry, hot, white semen painting the cool black paint.
Muscles seized around Jared’s cock, and with only a few more thrusts, Jared was coming too, filling Chris. Both men slumped forward, their breaths coming out in haggard pants, trying to come back down from their high. It took a while, but Jared soon regained enough energy to pull out of Chris, carefully so, and then tuck himself back in. He sat back so that his weight wasn’t over the man he loved and gingerly dismounted the motorcycle.
“Come on Chris, let’s get you cleaned up, then we can clean this baby up and take her out again,” Jared suggested, holding his hand out for Chris to take.
“Is that a promise?” Chris laughed, “’cause Boy, we have to do that again!”
.. end ..
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