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Title: Weight Training
Author: bksncleverness
Word Count: 811
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Notes: this started out as a drabble request for juice817. Then it grew, as these things often do. I hope Juice doesn't mind me sharing this with y'all, especially lexzilla who recently requested more from the football'verse. And in case you're interested, there shall be more filthy outtakes from the football'verse. YAY!
This is unbeta'd so if it sucks it's all me.
Three whole days without his daily dose of Jared and Jensen was fucking miserable. For the twentieth time, he cursed himself for offering to put up an old friend from USC in his guest room rather than sending him to a hotel. And sure, it was fun having James around, but it sucked having him sleep down the hall when Jensen had only his cell phone and his right hand to keep him company.
On the fourth day, Jensen drove James to the airport early and then headed off to practice. Coach Morgan had them working on the running game and Jensen was staring down at another long day of weight training and scrambling before he’d get some alone time with Jared.
Once at the stadium, Jensen traded in his jeans for sweats and headed to the weight room. He scanned the guys at the machines and didn’t see Jared anywhere. It was probably better that way, Jensen reasoned, pushing down his disappointment. Maybe he could concentrate on the weights and not on watching Jay pump iron.
Jensen started his normal routine, making small talk with the guys at the machines next to him. He stretched and did some bench presses while one of the linebackers spotted for him.
Then he walked over to the side to do some squats. Midway through the first set, a low voice purred from behind him, “Hey, man, you need a spot?” To anyone listening, it sounded like a normal question, but the tone of Jared’s voice was dangerously close to the one he used in bed. Jensen struggled to keep the weight steady in his hands.
“Um, yeah,” Jensen said, trying to keep his voice neutral.
Jared came around to the side, placing one hand on Jensen’s belly and one on the small of his back. “Watch it,” he said. “You’re overcorrecting.” The warmth of Jared’s hands on him was electric and it made all of his blood rush south. Jensen cursed first himself for getting hard like a teenager every time Jared came within ten feet of him, then he cursed his sweatpants which showed just about everything. He turned slightly towards the wall.
Jared smirked at him and Jensen could see he was enjoying every second of this. Jared went back behind Jensen, placing his hands on the weights to steady Jensen and then he began counting out loud.
The only problem was, he didn’t just count. No, he’d say the number really loud and then he’d lean in and whisper something in Jensen’s ear.
“One!” he called out loud. Then he said quietly, “I can’t wait to get you home tonight, Jen. Been dying without you.”
Jensen forced himself to look straight ahead at a point on the wall in front of him.
“Two! I don’t think I’m gonna be able to wait to get you upstairs. You’ll be lucky if I get you through the front door before I get my hands on you.”
Jensen tried to breathe, but imagining Jared grabbing him like that, roughly, like he owned him, made his breath hitch.
“Three! First I’mma lick that ass of yours. Press you up against the door and just fuck you with my tongue until you beg for more.”
Jensen whimpered, his legs shaking as he came back up from the squat. Jared’s words and the friction from his sweatpants were already making him see stars.
“Four! Then, I”mma fuck you against the door. Gonna fuck you raw. Gonna split you wide open with nothin’ but spit on my dick.”
“Jesus, Jay,” Jensen whispered, voice breaking. He was going to come just from this. Just from Jared talking. Just from the way his cock rubbed the fabric of his pants.
“Five! And I’mma pump you so hard, Coach is gonna ask why you’re walking funny. You’re gonna feel me clear through the playoffs.”
Jensen started down for the next squat, absolutely sure he was either going to come or drop the weight or both. “Jay,” he said, the same way he said it right before he came in Jared’s mouth.
“Six! And after I come in that tight ass of yours, I’m gonna drop to my knees and suck your cock so good you won’t even remember your name anymore.”
Jensen straightened his legs and stood, but it was that last movement, that last little bit of friction that did it. He felt the world drop out from under his feet as he came, pulsing sticky hot in his sweatpants, weight rolling off his shoulders.
Jared caught the bar, although it did hit the ground pretty hard. So much so, a few guys looked over and called out to Jensen, asking if he was all right. Jensen placed a hand against the wall, catching his breath and facing away from the guys. “I’m good,” he choked out. “Real good.”
Author: bksncleverness
Word Count: 811
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Notes: this started out as a drabble request for juice817. Then it grew, as these things often do. I hope Juice doesn't mind me sharing this with y'all, especially lexzilla who recently requested more from the football'verse. And in case you're interested, there shall be more filthy outtakes from the football'verse. YAY!
This is unbeta'd so if it sucks it's all me.
Three whole days without his daily dose of Jared and Jensen was fucking miserable. For the twentieth time, he cursed himself for offering to put up an old friend from USC in his guest room rather than sending him to a hotel. And sure, it was fun having James around, but it sucked having him sleep down the hall when Jensen had only his cell phone and his right hand to keep him company.
On the fourth day, Jensen drove James to the airport early and then headed off to practice. Coach Morgan had them working on the running game and Jensen was staring down at another long day of weight training and scrambling before he’d get some alone time with Jared.
Once at the stadium, Jensen traded in his jeans for sweats and headed to the weight room. He scanned the guys at the machines and didn’t see Jared anywhere. It was probably better that way, Jensen reasoned, pushing down his disappointment. Maybe he could concentrate on the weights and not on watching Jay pump iron.
Jensen started his normal routine, making small talk with the guys at the machines next to him. He stretched and did some bench presses while one of the linebackers spotted for him.
Then he walked over to the side to do some squats. Midway through the first set, a low voice purred from behind him, “Hey, man, you need a spot?” To anyone listening, it sounded like a normal question, but the tone of Jared’s voice was dangerously close to the one he used in bed. Jensen struggled to keep the weight steady in his hands.
“Um, yeah,” Jensen said, trying to keep his voice neutral.
Jared came around to the side, placing one hand on Jensen’s belly and one on the small of his back. “Watch it,” he said. “You’re overcorrecting.” The warmth of Jared’s hands on him was electric and it made all of his blood rush south. Jensen cursed first himself for getting hard like a teenager every time Jared came within ten feet of him, then he cursed his sweatpants which showed just about everything. He turned slightly towards the wall.
Jared smirked at him and Jensen could see he was enjoying every second of this. Jared went back behind Jensen, placing his hands on the weights to steady Jensen and then he began counting out loud.
The only problem was, he didn’t just count. No, he’d say the number really loud and then he’d lean in and whisper something in Jensen’s ear.
“One!” he called out loud. Then he said quietly, “I can’t wait to get you home tonight, Jen. Been dying without you.”
Jensen forced himself to look straight ahead at a point on the wall in front of him.
“Two! I don’t think I’m gonna be able to wait to get you upstairs. You’ll be lucky if I get you through the front door before I get my hands on you.”
Jensen tried to breathe, but imagining Jared grabbing him like that, roughly, like he owned him, made his breath hitch.
“Three! First I’mma lick that ass of yours. Press you up against the door and just fuck you with my tongue until you beg for more.”
Jensen whimpered, his legs shaking as he came back up from the squat. Jared’s words and the friction from his sweatpants were already making him see stars.
“Four! Then, I”mma fuck you against the door. Gonna fuck you raw. Gonna split you wide open with nothin’ but spit on my dick.”
“Jesus, Jay,” Jensen whispered, voice breaking. He was going to come just from this. Just from Jared talking. Just from the way his cock rubbed the fabric of his pants.
“Five! And I’mma pump you so hard, Coach is gonna ask why you’re walking funny. You’re gonna feel me clear through the playoffs.”
Jensen started down for the next squat, absolutely sure he was either going to come or drop the weight or both. “Jay,” he said, the same way he said it right before he came in Jared’s mouth.
“Six! And after I come in that tight ass of yours, I’m gonna drop to my knees and suck your cock so good you won’t even remember your name anymore.”
Jensen straightened his legs and stood, but it was that last movement, that last little bit of friction that did it. He felt the world drop out from under his feet as he came, pulsing sticky hot in his sweatpants, weight rolling off his shoulders.
Jared caught the bar, although it did hit the ground pretty hard. So much so, a few guys looked over and called out to Jensen, asking if he was all right. Jensen placed a hand against the wall, catching his breath and facing away from the guys. “I’m good,” he choked out. “Real good.”