Football'verse Phone Sex Fic
Title: Three Days Without Jared
Author: bksncleverness
Word Count: 1649
Pairing: J2
Notes: This is part of the football'verse but you really don't need to read that to enjoy this. But you should totally read that too. Link to part 1 and the rest and there's also the timestamp fic Weight Training. This fic takes place the night before Weight Training, although the two are pretty unrelated otherwise.
Warnings: It's a phone sex fic, it's also RPS and pure filth
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This is for mooncharm because phone sex is one of her bulletproof kinks and really, I'm just here to make her happy. I hope the fic is also pleasing to other die-hard fans of the football'verse: stephanometra, juice817, lexzilla, and the rest of you lovelies who honor me by taking the time to read.
Jensen turns over for the thirtieth time. Really, he should just get a giant rotisserie and put himself on it because he’s seen his room from every damn angle right now and he’s no closer to sleep. He refuses to jerk off again. He’s not some damn teenager anymore. And granted, it’s only been three days, but no matter how many times he washes the sheets, he can smell Jared in them and it drives him fucking insane. Why he ever told James he could stay over is a mystery Jensen will never be able to solve.
It’s almost over. Jared could be back in this bed by tomorrow night. Twenty-four little tiny teensy insignificant hours. Jensen turns over again.
The cell phone on his bedside table rings. He knows who it is before he even sees the name on the display. He swears he and Jared have a psychic thing going because Jared always seems to call at the exact moment Jensen is thinking about him. Although, if Jensen’s being honest with himself, it’s not such an amazing feat of psychic strength because he’s always thinking of Jared when they’re not together. If you think of someone for hours at a stretch, chances are pretty good they’ll call sometime in there.
“Hello?”
“Hey babe,” Jared says, loose and easy, like he just finished laughing at something.
“What are you up to?” Jensen says, propping himself up a pillow.
“Nothing. Chad and I went to a club.”
“He there?” Jensen asks, jealous of fucking Chad for getting to spend time with Jared.
“Chad? No, he got lucky. At least I think that’s what happened. Put it this way: he was either kissing that girl or eating her face. So I took a cab home.”
“Oh, no one there worth going home with?” Jensen says, teasing.
“Definitely. I did bang three chicks at the club, but there wasn’t anyone I’d want to go home with,” Jared says, matter-of-factly.
“Good to know,” Jensen says. There’s a comfortable silence for a minute, and then Jensen speaks again. “I, uh, um.”
“Yeah. Me too,” Jared says.
“Oh, Jay,” Jensen sighs, running a hand through his hair.
“You in bed already?” Jared asks.
“Yep. In bed. Alone,” he says, stressing the last word.
“What are you wearing?” Jared asks, voice low, almost a whisper.
“Boxers and a t-shirt. You?”
“Jeans and that striped button-down you hate.”
“Which jeans?” Jensen asks, wanting a better mental picture.
“Doesn’t matter because they’re coming off right now,” Jared says, and Jensen can hear him fumbling around. He can hear the big Texas belt buckle Jared loves thunking to the ground. The sound of it makes him suddenly, instantly hard. “I’m walking up to my bedroom.” Jensen can tell from the swish sound against the phone that Jared’s shirt is probably hanging somewhere on the wood banister.
Jensen fights the urge to laugh. He’s pretty sure Jared’s about to start some phone sex. It’s not something Jensen’s ever done with any seriousness, but he’s so desperate for Jared he’ll do anything at this point.
“Should I-” Jensen starts.
“No, I’ll tell you when.”
Jensen bites back a moan at the tone of Jared’s voice. The quiet command that’s there. The same voice he uses when he says, ‘Get up on your knees for me’ or ‘Harder. Yeah, that’s it. Come on, pull me up. You’re not gonna hurt me with those hands’ and ‘Do it, Jen.’ That tone of voice just kills Jensen.
Jensen waits as Jared slides into his bed.
“You hard yet, Jen?”
“Of course I am. Was before you called.”
“Oh really?” Jared says, suddenly very interested. “What were you thinking about? What were you going to do about it?”
“I was thinking of you,” Jensen says, trying to keep his hands in place, one on the phone, the other behind his head. It’s getting more difficult the harder he gets and he’s pretty sure he’s gonna start humping air in a second. “And I was gonna try not to do anything about it.”
“Why not?”
“Felt stupid jerking off to you again,” Jensen whispers.
“How do you feel about jerking off with me?” Jared says, huge fucking smile just everywhere in his voice.
Jensen takes a long, slow, shuddering breath. “I feel pretty good about that.”
“You still wearing your shorts?”
“Yeah,” Jensen answers.
“Good boy. Rub your palm up the front. Feel that hard line of your cock through the fabric.”
Jensen switches the phone from his right hand to his left, then does what Jared says, feels his hips jerk up almost involuntarily. He moans.
“Now stop,” Jared says. “Pull your hand away.”
Jensen whimpers at the loss of warmth. Has to force himself to still his hips.
“Take the shorts off now. Take your shirt off too.”
“Jay-” Jensen starts, he’s already desperate to come, and Jared knows it.
“Shh, baby,” Jared says. “I won’t torture you for long. We’ll both get there,” he soothes.
Jensen lays back now, nothing between his skin and the sheets, and it feels good, it does, but it’s not Jared, and he needs more.
On the other end of the phone, Jensen can hear Jared pop the top off a bottle of lube. “You know what that was?” Jared asks.
“Yes,” Jensen breathes.
“I’m putting just a little in my hand, and I’m rubbing it on the head of my cock right now. Mixing it with the wet that’s already there. M’already so fucking ready to come for you. Want you to get some too. Put just a little on your fingers. Not too much. Don’t make it too fucking easy.”
Jensen opens the drawer of the bedside table, pulls out the bottle, pops the top off so Jared can hear. Jared’s voice gives a low rumble, somewhere between a moan and an “mmmhh.”
“Slip one finger inside, Jen. Just one.”
“Okay,” Jensen says, lifting his right leg and shifting his hand underneath. He leans himself back, tilts his ass up, slips a single finger inside. “Oh,” he breathes.
“Add another,” Jared says. “Those are my fingers opening you up. Getting you ready. I’m rubbing my cock now, like I’d rub it against that hole that’s gonna open up wide for my dick, that’s gonna squeeze me so tight when I finally get myself in there. It’s gonna feel so good, Jen.”
“Jay,” Jensen says, his voice low like a growl. All he can think of is Jared’s cock and how it’s long like the rest of him, perfect vein coming up the underside, skin silky and soft over a core of pure fucking steel. “Want you in me,” he moans and he knows he sounds like a filthy whore, but he doesn’t care.
“You like my cock in you, baby?” Jared asks, voice quiet, playful.
“You know I fucking do,” Jensen grits out, adds another finger even though Jared didn’t tell him to.
“QB of the Cowboys is a cockslut,” Jared says, and Jensen can tell from the way his voice catches that he’s jerking himself hard right now. Fist tight around the shaft, squeezing hard like a vice, the way Jensen would.
“Only for you,” Jensen says. “Only for your cock.”
“Fuck yourself on your fingers for me, baby. How many you got in there so it feels like my dick?” Jared asks, his breath coming quick. Jensen knows he’s close.
“Nothing feels as good as your dick,” Jensen says, slipping his three fingers in far enough to curve and touch his prostate. He’s rocking against his own fingers pretty hard, imagining Jared’s hands on his hips, pulling him closer, fucking into him with hard thrusts that would have Jensen begging for more.
“You gonna come, Jen? You gonna come all over yourself without even touching your own dick?”
Jensen answers with a small grunt.
“Wanna hear it, Jensen. Wanna hear you moan for me.”
“Fuck, Jay. Fuck,” Jensen says, bearing down harder on his fingers, letting them bump the prostate every time he rocks his hips up.
“Let it go, baby. Come for me. Let me hear it,” Jared says, voice soft and encouraging.
Jensen thinks of Jared’s hands pulling him in tight, the intense look in his eyes when they fuck. Jensen’s dick twitches and he comes, painting long white lines across his stomach. He shudders through the spasms, moans Jared’s name, and soon he can hear Jared’s answering moan. It’s loud and long, in that huge guttural voice he hardly ever uses. “Oh Jensen,” Jared says, riding his own waves, “Holy. Fuck. Sweet,” he breathes, voice hitching. Jensen knows he’s squeezing still, milking every last drop from his dick, mimicking what Jensen’s tight ass would feel like.
They’re both quiet for a minute, the only sound the whimper Jensen makes when he slips his fingers out of his ass. He grabs some tissues and wipes his fingers, wipes off his chest. He still can’t quite find the strength to talk. Wishes he could curl up next to Jared, not have to say a word.
“Jen?” Jared asks, voice broken now, hoarse.
“Yeah, Jay,” Jensen answers.
“Wish I was there,” he says.
“Me too.”
“How many more days is James in town?” Jared asks.
“Taking him to the airport in the morning before practice.”
Jared sighs. “Mmmh. Okay. Good.”
“Yeah. Think you wanna come over tomorrow night after practice? Get some Dwayne’s, a couple of beers, play some Madden?”
“No, I think I’mma go clubbing with Chad again,” Jared answers.
“Asshole,” Jensen says, smiling.
“You gonna be able to sleep now, cowboy?” Jared asks.
“Think so.”
“Good, because you’re gonna need all your strength for tomorrow night. This was just a warm-up,” Jared says, and Jensen can hear the cocky grin in his voice.
Before snapping the phone shut, Jensen laughs and says: “Bring it on, Jay. Bring. It. On.”
Author: bksncleverness
Word Count: 1649
Pairing: J2
Notes: This is part of the football'verse but you really don't need to read that to enjoy this. But you should totally read that too. Link to part 1 and the rest and there's also the timestamp fic Weight Training. This fic takes place the night before Weight Training, although the two are pretty unrelated otherwise.
Warnings: It's a phone sex fic, it's also RPS and pure filth
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This is for mooncharm because phone sex is one of her bulletproof kinks and really, I'm just here to make her happy. I hope the fic is also pleasing to other die-hard fans of the football'verse: stephanometra, juice817, lexzilla, and the rest of you lovelies who honor me by taking the time to read.
Jensen turns over for the thirtieth time. Really, he should just get a giant rotisserie and put himself on it because he’s seen his room from every damn angle right now and he’s no closer to sleep. He refuses to jerk off again. He’s not some damn teenager anymore. And granted, it’s only been three days, but no matter how many times he washes the sheets, he can smell Jared in them and it drives him fucking insane. Why he ever told James he could stay over is a mystery Jensen will never be able to solve.
It’s almost over. Jared could be back in this bed by tomorrow night. Twenty-four little tiny teensy insignificant hours. Jensen turns over again.
The cell phone on his bedside table rings. He knows who it is before he even sees the name on the display. He swears he and Jared have a psychic thing going because Jared always seems to call at the exact moment Jensen is thinking about him. Although, if Jensen’s being honest with himself, it’s not such an amazing feat of psychic strength because he’s always thinking of Jared when they’re not together. If you think of someone for hours at a stretch, chances are pretty good they’ll call sometime in there.
“Hello?”
“Hey babe,” Jared says, loose and easy, like he just finished laughing at something.
“What are you up to?” Jensen says, propping himself up a pillow.
“Nothing. Chad and I went to a club.”
“He there?” Jensen asks, jealous of fucking Chad for getting to spend time with Jared.
“Chad? No, he got lucky. At least I think that’s what happened. Put it this way: he was either kissing that girl or eating her face. So I took a cab home.”
“Oh, no one there worth going home with?” Jensen says, teasing.
“Definitely. I did bang three chicks at the club, but there wasn’t anyone I’d want to go home with,” Jared says, matter-of-factly.
“Good to know,” Jensen says. There’s a comfortable silence for a minute, and then Jensen speaks again. “I, uh, um.”
“Yeah. Me too,” Jared says.
“Oh, Jay,” Jensen sighs, running a hand through his hair.
“You in bed already?” Jared asks.
“Yep. In bed. Alone,” he says, stressing the last word.
“What are you wearing?” Jared asks, voice low, almost a whisper.
“Boxers and a t-shirt. You?”
“Jeans and that striped button-down you hate.”
“Which jeans?” Jensen asks, wanting a better mental picture.
“Doesn’t matter because they’re coming off right now,” Jared says, and Jensen can hear him fumbling around. He can hear the big Texas belt buckle Jared loves thunking to the ground. The sound of it makes him suddenly, instantly hard. “I’m walking up to my bedroom.” Jensen can tell from the swish sound against the phone that Jared’s shirt is probably hanging somewhere on the wood banister.
Jensen fights the urge to laugh. He’s pretty sure Jared’s about to start some phone sex. It’s not something Jensen’s ever done with any seriousness, but he’s so desperate for Jared he’ll do anything at this point.
“Should I-” Jensen starts.
“No, I’ll tell you when.”
Jensen bites back a moan at the tone of Jared’s voice. The quiet command that’s there. The same voice he uses when he says, ‘Get up on your knees for me’ or ‘Harder. Yeah, that’s it. Come on, pull me up. You’re not gonna hurt me with those hands’ and ‘Do it, Jen.’ That tone of voice just kills Jensen.
Jensen waits as Jared slides into his bed.
“You hard yet, Jen?”
“Of course I am. Was before you called.”
“Oh really?” Jared says, suddenly very interested. “What were you thinking about? What were you going to do about it?”
“I was thinking of you,” Jensen says, trying to keep his hands in place, one on the phone, the other behind his head. It’s getting more difficult the harder he gets and he’s pretty sure he’s gonna start humping air in a second. “And I was gonna try not to do anything about it.”
“Why not?”
“Felt stupid jerking off to you again,” Jensen whispers.
“How do you feel about jerking off with me?” Jared says, huge fucking smile just everywhere in his voice.
Jensen takes a long, slow, shuddering breath. “I feel pretty good about that.”
“You still wearing your shorts?”
“Yeah,” Jensen answers.
“Good boy. Rub your palm up the front. Feel that hard line of your cock through the fabric.”
Jensen switches the phone from his right hand to his left, then does what Jared says, feels his hips jerk up almost involuntarily. He moans.
“Now stop,” Jared says. “Pull your hand away.”
Jensen whimpers at the loss of warmth. Has to force himself to still his hips.
“Take the shorts off now. Take your shirt off too.”
“Jay-” Jensen starts, he’s already desperate to come, and Jared knows it.
“Shh, baby,” Jared says. “I won’t torture you for long. We’ll both get there,” he soothes.
Jensen lays back now, nothing between his skin and the sheets, and it feels good, it does, but it’s not Jared, and he needs more.
On the other end of the phone, Jensen can hear Jared pop the top off a bottle of lube. “You know what that was?” Jared asks.
“Yes,” Jensen breathes.
“I’m putting just a little in my hand, and I’m rubbing it on the head of my cock right now. Mixing it with the wet that’s already there. M’already so fucking ready to come for you. Want you to get some too. Put just a little on your fingers. Not too much. Don’t make it too fucking easy.”
Jensen opens the drawer of the bedside table, pulls out the bottle, pops the top off so Jared can hear. Jared’s voice gives a low rumble, somewhere between a moan and an “mmmhh.”
“Slip one finger inside, Jen. Just one.”
“Okay,” Jensen says, lifting his right leg and shifting his hand underneath. He leans himself back, tilts his ass up, slips a single finger inside. “Oh,” he breathes.
“Add another,” Jared says. “Those are my fingers opening you up. Getting you ready. I’m rubbing my cock now, like I’d rub it against that hole that’s gonna open up wide for my dick, that’s gonna squeeze me so tight when I finally get myself in there. It’s gonna feel so good, Jen.”
“Jay,” Jensen says, his voice low like a growl. All he can think of is Jared’s cock and how it’s long like the rest of him, perfect vein coming up the underside, skin silky and soft over a core of pure fucking steel. “Want you in me,” he moans and he knows he sounds like a filthy whore, but he doesn’t care.
“You like my cock in you, baby?” Jared asks, voice quiet, playful.
“You know I fucking do,” Jensen grits out, adds another finger even though Jared didn’t tell him to.
“QB of the Cowboys is a cockslut,” Jared says, and Jensen can tell from the way his voice catches that he’s jerking himself hard right now. Fist tight around the shaft, squeezing hard like a vice, the way Jensen would.
“Only for you,” Jensen says. “Only for your cock.”
“Fuck yourself on your fingers for me, baby. How many you got in there so it feels like my dick?” Jared asks, his breath coming quick. Jensen knows he’s close.
“Nothing feels as good as your dick,” Jensen says, slipping his three fingers in far enough to curve and touch his prostate. He’s rocking against his own fingers pretty hard, imagining Jared’s hands on his hips, pulling him closer, fucking into him with hard thrusts that would have Jensen begging for more.
“You gonna come, Jen? You gonna come all over yourself without even touching your own dick?”
Jensen answers with a small grunt.
“Wanna hear it, Jensen. Wanna hear you moan for me.”
“Fuck, Jay. Fuck,” Jensen says, bearing down harder on his fingers, letting them bump the prostate every time he rocks his hips up.
“Let it go, baby. Come for me. Let me hear it,” Jared says, voice soft and encouraging.
Jensen thinks of Jared’s hands pulling him in tight, the intense look in his eyes when they fuck. Jensen’s dick twitches and he comes, painting long white lines across his stomach. He shudders through the spasms, moans Jared’s name, and soon he can hear Jared’s answering moan. It’s loud and long, in that huge guttural voice he hardly ever uses. “Oh Jensen,” Jared says, riding his own waves, “Holy. Fuck. Sweet,” he breathes, voice hitching. Jensen knows he’s squeezing still, milking every last drop from his dick, mimicking what Jensen’s tight ass would feel like.
They’re both quiet for a minute, the only sound the whimper Jensen makes when he slips his fingers out of his ass. He grabs some tissues and wipes his fingers, wipes off his chest. He still can’t quite find the strength to talk. Wishes he could curl up next to Jared, not have to say a word.
“Jen?” Jared asks, voice broken now, hoarse.
“Yeah, Jay,” Jensen answers.
“Wish I was there,” he says.
“Me too.”
“How many more days is James in town?” Jared asks.
“Taking him to the airport in the morning before practice.”
Jared sighs. “Mmmh. Okay. Good.”
“Yeah. Think you wanna come over tomorrow night after practice? Get some Dwayne’s, a couple of beers, play some Madden?”
“No, I think I’mma go clubbing with Chad again,” Jared answers.
“Asshole,” Jensen says, smiling.
“You gonna be able to sleep now, cowboy?” Jared asks.
“Think so.”
“Good, because you’re gonna need all your strength for tomorrow night. This was just a warm-up,” Jared says, and Jensen can hear the cocky grin in his voice.
Before snapping the phone shut, Jensen laughs and says: “Bring it on, Jay. Bring. It. On.”