don't talk, just kiss [pg-13] jared/jensen
Title: don’t talk, just kiss
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 566
Tables: spn_30snapshots Theme 04: Lover’s Rock - 11. heat
kissbingo table - face: lips
Summary: Jared loves days spent off, just lying in bed and kissing Jensen.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves and each other and this isn’t true, probably.
A/N: This is for selu’s birthday. She asked for kissing fic :D Thanks as always go to matalinolukaret ♥ Title is from Right Said Fred’s song of the same name
Jared wakes up slowly, as he tends to do on days off. He feels soft warm skin under his cheek and his arm is wrapped around Jensen’s hips. His entire body is pressed close to Jensen’s, both of them naked except for boxers after falling exhausted into bed last night.
He turns his face a little so his lips meet the chest that was his pillow and he presses soft kisses to the skin. Jensen stirs a little under him, but otherwise makes no move to wake up. Jared smirks a little evilly to himself before he props himself up on both hands, hovering over Jensen.
Kisses are peppered wherever Jared’s lips can reach - Jensen’s hips, his belly, ribs, nipples, pecs, neck, collarbone, every strip of skin that he can see and touch, he kisses. Jensen arches into every touch of Jared’s lips now, his fingers twisting in Jared’s hair, encouraging him.
Jensen’s fingers tug a little and Jared lifts his lips from where he’s sucking behind Jensen’s ear to look questioningly at Jensen. Jensen brings Jared’s head down so their lips can meet and although their morning breaths are pretty foul, Jared really can’t bring himself to care as he kisses Jensen deeply.
Their lips are slick with spit as they slide against each other, tongues colliding; the heat of each other’s mouth intoxicating. Jared’s lips tingle from use, but he relishes in the feeling. Jared positions himself so he’s leaning on Jensen and his hands, his morning wood brushing Jensen’s own. He lifts up a little from the kiss because of the crushing need for oxygen.
“Hi,” Jensen whispers, voice raspy with sleep. Jared loves Jensen’s first word every morning, loves the husk in his voice.
“Hey,” Jared whispers back.
“As much as I would love to continue doing this, our stale breaths are not very sexy.”
Jared laughs in agreement. He lifts off Jensen and holds a hand out to help Jensen up. Jensen hauls himself up and follows Jared to the bathroom. They brush silently, hips bumping into each other and eyes meeting in the mirror. Jared feels like a schoolgirl with her first crush, somehow. Jensen can still make him feel like that, even after three years together.
They spit out the toothpaste in unison and gargle. As soon as their toothbrushes are back in their cup, Jensen pushes Jared against the wall next to the door to kiss him again, their breaths minty fresh now.
Jared’s fingers brush the knobs of Jensen’s hips as they kiss and he pushes Jensen back, still kissing him, and continues pushing him until Jensen falls onto the bed with an oomph.
The heat of Jensen’s body is inviting and Jared presses himself flush atop Jensen as he kisses him again, mouths moving against each other.
It doesn’t even have to go farther than this, their tongues tangling in a dance of their own. Jared can do this all day, and they have many times before. It might be Jared’s favorite way to spend their days off - them lying in bed together, their body heat the only thing keeping them warm, trading kisses that range from lazy to intense and passionate. They only break for the bathroom and food and to walk to dogs, but then fall right back into bed.
Thankfully, Jared and Jensen get to experience this for a long time to come.
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 566
Tables: spn_30snapshots Theme 04: Lover’s Rock - 11. heat
kissbingo table - face: lips
Summary: Jared loves days spent off, just lying in bed and kissing Jensen.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves and each other and this isn’t true, probably.
A/N: This is for selu’s birthday. She asked for kissing fic :D Thanks as always go to matalinolukaret ♥ Title is from Right Said Fred’s song of the same name
Jared wakes up slowly, as he tends to do on days off. He feels soft warm skin under his cheek and his arm is wrapped around Jensen’s hips. His entire body is pressed close to Jensen’s, both of them naked except for boxers after falling exhausted into bed last night.
He turns his face a little so his lips meet the chest that was his pillow and he presses soft kisses to the skin. Jensen stirs a little under him, but otherwise makes no move to wake up. Jared smirks a little evilly to himself before he props himself up on both hands, hovering over Jensen.
Kisses are peppered wherever Jared’s lips can reach - Jensen’s hips, his belly, ribs, nipples, pecs, neck, collarbone, every strip of skin that he can see and touch, he kisses. Jensen arches into every touch of Jared’s lips now, his fingers twisting in Jared’s hair, encouraging him.
Jensen’s fingers tug a little and Jared lifts his lips from where he’s sucking behind Jensen’s ear to look questioningly at Jensen. Jensen brings Jared’s head down so their lips can meet and although their morning breaths are pretty foul, Jared really can’t bring himself to care as he kisses Jensen deeply.
Their lips are slick with spit as they slide against each other, tongues colliding; the heat of each other’s mouth intoxicating. Jared’s lips tingle from use, but he relishes in the feeling. Jared positions himself so he’s leaning on Jensen and his hands, his morning wood brushing Jensen’s own. He lifts up a little from the kiss because of the crushing need for oxygen.
“Hi,” Jensen whispers, voice raspy with sleep. Jared loves Jensen’s first word every morning, loves the husk in his voice.
“Hey,” Jared whispers back.
“As much as I would love to continue doing this, our stale breaths are not very sexy.”
Jared laughs in agreement. He lifts off Jensen and holds a hand out to help Jensen up. Jensen hauls himself up and follows Jared to the bathroom. They brush silently, hips bumping into each other and eyes meeting in the mirror. Jared feels like a schoolgirl with her first crush, somehow. Jensen can still make him feel like that, even after three years together.
They spit out the toothpaste in unison and gargle. As soon as their toothbrushes are back in their cup, Jensen pushes Jared against the wall next to the door to kiss him again, their breaths minty fresh now.
Jared’s fingers brush the knobs of Jensen’s hips as they kiss and he pushes Jensen back, still kissing him, and continues pushing him until Jensen falls onto the bed with an oomph.
The heat of Jensen’s body is inviting and Jared presses himself flush atop Jensen as he kisses him again, mouths moving against each other.
It doesn’t even have to go farther than this, their tongues tangling in a dance of their own. Jared can do this all day, and they have many times before. It might be Jared’s favorite way to spend their days off - them lying in bed together, their body heat the only thing keeping them warm, trading kisses that range from lazy to intense and passionate. They only break for the bathroom and food and to walk to dogs, but then fall right back into bed.
Thankfully, Jared and Jensen get to experience this for a long time to come.