Title: For now I’ll play the game...
Beta/hand holding: the lovely
woodsbaile_02 Thanks honey for the speedy beta *hugs you tight*
Pairing: Jensen/Jared (bottom Jensen), OMCs
Summary: Jared's birthday brings drinking, dancing, surprises and a huge change in their relationship.
Rating: NC17
Wordcount: 5004
Disclaimer: This is in no way reflective on the sexuality of the people mentioned, if it was I'd be a very happy girl *grins* Title and some lyrics borrowed from the Hoobastank song - Inside of You.
Warnings/Notes: First time and use of a sex toy
This fic was prompted by my gorgeous boy
slashboyz as a birthday present. He just happens to share the day with Mr Padalecki *grins* Hope you enjoy your day
For now I’ll play the game...
Jared smiles as he arrives home to see the brown, unlabelled box sitting on his doorstep. Bending low, he snatches it up and carries it inside before he makes himself comfortable on the lounge. He struggles to open the box with one hand as he texts Jensen with the other. After all, he’s been waiting for this to arrive for a week now. Jared’s half hard at the thought of trying it out straight away but sighs in frustration, knowing he’ll have to wait till later to try his new toy as Jensen is due to arrive soon. Jensen normally replies immediately and Jared spins the phone on top of the box in his lap as he waits.
There in five…
Jared sighs, reluctantly picks up the box and bins the brown postage bag. He hurries upstairs to freshen up and get changed. As he goes through his closet he wonders what the night will bring, and can’t help feeling a curious mix of nervousness and excitement. Jensen had insisted on taking Jared out, hoping to get him out of the funk he’d been in lately since he’d split with Genevieve. They’d frequented bars and clubs in the recent weeks, Jared meeting girls. Unfortunately they’d mostly been fans and things hadn’t gone further than a few friendly drinks and on one occasion, a hand job that Jensen had nearly witnessed. Jared hadn’t been sure whether to be relieved or disappointed over that miss. Jensen had walked down the hallway towards the bathroom, stopping short at the sight of a flushed Jared slumped back against the wall. A petite girl hurriedly zipped him back up as something dark and unrecognizable passed through Jensen’s eyes. Jared had taken one look at Jensen’s face and quickly led them out of the place. As they’d waited for a cab, he’d turned to Jensen. “You alright man?”
Jensen had looked up at Jared again, gritting his teeth as he spoke quietly, “’m fine.”
Jared had left it at that, feeling shaken at what he thought he’d seen in Jensen’s eyes. If he hadn’t known better, known his friend was straight, he would have thought it was betrayal mixed with jealously. Nothing had been said on the ride home and things had been tense for the few days afterwards. The situation had gradually improved and a week later, their relationship returning to normal. It was the memory of that night that had left Jared sleepless with a heavy and aching cock for so many nights after that. Glancing at his bedside clock he grunts in surprise when he sees Jensen should have been here already. He quickly pulls on a newish pair of jeans that Genevieve had assured him showcased his ass and a shirt that Jensen had chosen for him last month while they were shopping. The suggestion to go out tonight had been Jensen’s and Jared had known he would say yes even before the question was finished being asked.
“Jared!” Jensen calls as he unlocks the front door.
“Coming!” Jared calls back. “Be down in a minute.”
Jensen hides a small grin and paces the entry hall waiting for his friend. Looking up when he hears Jared thump down the stairs he smiles fondly and nods towards the door. “Come on man, time for your birthday to begin.”
Grabbing his keys, Jared locks up and follows Jensen out to his car. They casually update each other on what they’ve done that day after both enjoying a rare Friday off. He notices Jensen glance over at him as they pull into a car park and Jared curiously looks out the window to check where they are. “Uh Jen? Is this a gay bar?”
Jensen smiles, nodding once. “That’s not a problem is it?”
“No. Of course not,” Jared stumbles over the words, shocked that Jensen would choose this bar. He’d told Jensen early on in their friendship that he was bi and was relieved when Jensen had seemed to accept it easily enough. However, it wasn’t something they discussed. Jared has after all been with women most of the time he’s known Jensen, but on the rare occasion he’d checked out a guy in front of his friend, he’d never seemed bothered by it. While Jensen has been accepting, he hadn’t expected him to encourage this side of his sexuality.
“Well let’s go. Let’s get you inside.” Jensen yanks the keys from the ignition and jumps out of the car, following Jared to the door as he absently checks out the rear view. He has accepted long ago that Jared is an attractive man who seems to attract admirers wherever they went. Jensen is just hoping not to have the same experience he had last time they’ve been out drinking. Flinching at the memory of his behavior that night, Jensen again reminds himself he had just found it uncomfortable to see Jared hook up with some random girl. If he’d seen Chris or Chad in that situation he wouldn’t have been surprised, but Jared, who has only had committed relationships since they’ve been friends...well that has shocked him. Assuming Jared will be safe from fangirls in this place, Jensen follows him into the bar, an unnamable feeling stirring in his stomach.
Once inside, Jared and Jensen briefly go their own ways, speaking to people here and there. But after a while Jensen returns to Jared’s side, tired of fending off interested admirers. Jared smiles slowly and lays a possessive hand on Jensen’s hip. “Just let them think you’re with me.” He leans forward, murmuring in Jensen’s ear and glancing around the room. “They’ll leave you alone now.”
Jensen’s eyes widens as he takes a half step closer to Jared, stopping suddenly when he realizes what he has done. “Thanks Jay,” he mutters, cheeks blushing an adorable shade of pink.
Time passes quickly while they stand near the bar talking and drinking, Jared starting to appear more affected than Jensen. As the self appointed designated driver, Jensen is spacing his drinks out more than Jared and topping up on water. The news that they are celebrating Jared’s birthday has been getting around, thanks to a loud barman, and men are regularly buying Jared drinks. Jensen watches and grins as Jared steadily becomes more flushed, his mood getting increasingly playful. Finally one of Jared’s requested songs comes on and he stares at the dance floor, at the mass of writhing and gyrating bodies.
“Jen? Come dance with me?” he pleads, attempting puppy dogs eyes.
“No man.” Jensen shakes his head violently. “You want me to go out there and dance with you…like that?” he stutters, waving a hand towards one couple dancing suggestively.
Jared grins and steps closer. “Well not like that exactly…”
Jensen groans when Jared winks at him and reaches for his hand. “No Jay. C’mon man, there are plenty of hot young guys for you to dance with.” They are interrupted by someone beside them clearing his throat. Jensen glances past Jared and takes in the sight of the ruggedly built man. Jared also turns and raises an eyebrow.
“If your boyfriend doesn’t want to dance you could do me a favor, go dance with my boyfriend.”
Jensen splutters and shakes his head. “You want him to dance with your boyfriend?”
“I’m working,” he gestures towards the sound booth with the bottle of water in his hand. “Be happy to know someone was keeping an eye out for him. Sexy little thing he is, hate the thought of anyone trying anything on him.” He glances at Jensen before looking at Jared again. “I think I can trust you, no matter who he dances with he’s always coming home with me.” The man eyes Jared up and down before smirking. “Think he’d be happy to have you to dance with, and after all it’s his birthday today.”
Jensen grins slyly at Jared. “What a great coincidence. It’s Jared’s birthday too.”
Smiling happily, the man pats Jared on the shoulder. “Happy Birthday man.” He points out his boyfriend and mock glares. “I’ll be watching you,” he growls playfully, before turning to head back to the sound booth.
Jared turns fully to stare at the other man, taking in his compact body. He can see dark hair, nearly black it’s so dark, and an amazing ass encased in tight denim. The man sways to the music, glancing every now and then at his boyfriend. Jared grins over his shoulder at Jensen, placing his empty glass on the bar. “Be safe,” he says with a cheeky grin as he makes his way on to the dance floor and approaches the shorter man.
It’s not until Jared walks away that Jensen remembers neither of them corrected the reference to him as Jared’s boyfriend. Shrugging, he watches as Jared steps up to the man and ducks his head to speak to him.
Glancing up at the gorgeous man in front of him, Shane smiles hesitantly. He looks towards his boyfriend but sees him smiling before he looks up again, curiously taking in the soft smile on his new friend’s face.
“Jared, nice to meet you.” Reaching out, the man offers his hand.
“Shane,” he says softly. “I uh. My boyfriend won’t like…” he trails off.
“It’s fine, he said I could dance with you,” Jared says, leaning closer to be heard. “No ulterior intentions here man, just looking for someone to dance with.”
Shane’s hazel green eyes widen as he looks to the sound booth again and smiles, relieved, when he sees his partner grin and nod in Jared’s direction.
Jared’s eyes roam over Shane, taking in the high cheekbones and defined jaw line, nice lips drawn into a shy smile. “Is this okay?” he asks, placing a gentle hand on Shane’s hip.
Shane’s shyness evaporates as he steps into Jared’s body and starts to move to the music. “You here on your own?”
Jared shakes his head and glances towards the bar, quickly eyeing Jensen before meeting Shane’s eyes again.
Having followed the movement, Shane takes in the other man before smiling up at Jared. “Boyfriend?”
Jared moves behind Shane, making it easier for them to talk as Jared’s hand falls to his hip again, tucking Shane against his body. “No, just a friend.”
Shane glances at Jensen again, grinning. “He’s gorgeous Jared. I’m not sure he likes you dancing with me though.”
Jared sighs, breath escaping his mouth in a puff. “He’s straight…I think.”
“You think?” Shane sees Jensen is still watching them, eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight of Jared and Shane’s bodies moving together.
If only he wasn’t… Jared sneaks a look at Jensen as he dips his head down to speak into Shane’s ear. “Only ever seen him with girls.”
“Can still be attracted to men while he dates women. Hell he can fuck women and still be attracted to guys,” Shane says seriously. He leans back against Jared’s chest, enjoying the solid presence of his dancing partner.
Jared considers that response and moves them to a position where he can watch Jensen better. Growling low in his throat, he glares at the man attempting to lure Jensen on to the dance floor. Suddenly a smile forces its way on to his face as Jensen shakes his head firmly and points towards Jared. The would be suitor shakes his head as he stalks off.
“You want him, don’t you?” Shane turns his head to speak against Jared’s neck, warm breath ghosting over the sweat damp skin.
Jared shivers and nods. He slides his free hand to Shane’s other hip and braces his body as Jared rubs gently against his ass.
Shane gasps and pushes back harder, his jeans dragging over the fly of Jared’s jeans. “Looks like he’s had enough of the show.” Shane reaches an arm up to hook around Jared’s neck and whispers in his ear, “He’s headed over here. Let’s see how straight he is.”
Jared’s head snaps up and sure enough, Jensen is nearly in front of Shane. Watching as he moves steadily towards them, Jared’s hands tighten their hold on Shane as the fingertips of one hand play along the exposed skin of his belly. Lifting his eyes, he stares at Jensen, silently trying to read what Jensen might do next. He surprises them by stepping up to the front of Shane and raising an eyebrow in query to them both.
Shane nods and reaches up to speak in Jensen’s ear. “Nice of you to join us.”
Jensen gives a small smile before he haltingly lays one hand high on Shane’s waist. His eyes move to Jared, staring intently. “You mind?” he asks seriously.
Shaking his head silently, Jared continues to move, guiding Shane’s body as Jensen quickly picks up their rhythm.
The three men move silently. Jared’s eyes are locked on Jensen; Jensen’s gaze flicks between Jared and Shane; and Shane’s eyes are closed as he focuses on the sensation generated from the two men surrounding him. The song changes and a heavier beat kicks in, pushing them to move faster and harder.
Recognizing the song, Jared’s eyes darken as he listens to the lyrics.
“What do I have to do to get inside of you? To get inside of you. ‘Cos I love the way you move when I’m inside of you, when I’m inside of you.”
Spreading his legs, he pulls Shane tighter against him so he can reach his neck easier. His lips move over Shane’s throat as he sings the words into the damp skin, smirking slightly when he feels the pulse under his lips flutter unsteadily. Jared’s eyes are still locked on Jensen, the visual connection feeling like a solid touch as he sings the suggestive words. Gripping Shane’s hip tighter, he begins to thrust slowly, languidly. Suddenly Jared feels his cock harden as he watches Jensen’s tongue dart out to lick his lips nervously.
Shane moans and drops his head back on to Jared’s shoulder as he lets the two men move him. The movement of Jared’s body forces him against Jensen and he can feel the slight bulge in Jensen’s soft, worn jeans. He alternates between rubbing against Jensen’s groin and grinding back against Jared.
“Just ask and I will do, anything you want me to. There is no limit to how far I will go…”
Jensen’s panting, the friction against his half hard cock making him struggle for breath. He leans forward, unintentionally pushing Shane back against Jared as he desperately tries to get closer to Jared. “Jay…” he breathes, gasping suddenly when Jared’s hand slides from Shane’s hip onto Jensen’s hand, fingers tangling together.
Jared thrusts harder, knowing the pressure from Shane’s body must be driving Jensen out of his mind. He pulls his head up slowly and stares at Jensen over Shane’s head. He starts to mouth the words again, the heavy beat still filling the stifling air around them. “For now I’ll play the game, and I’m waiting for your move. But I’ve got to say, that I never lose.”
Jensen flushes and groans softly. He glances down at Shane before looking back up to Jared again, eyes dark and lust filled.
Shane lifts his hands to Jensen’s heaving chest and pushes. Walking him forward a few steps, he smiles up at Jensen as he slides his hands down to rest on his hips. Turning them quickly, so their positions are reversed, Shane guides Jensen backwards against Jared’s body.
Jared grins wickedly over Jensen’s shoulder before turning to the man watching from the sound booth. Jared nods at him. As Shane walks by, Jared reaches out to grab his hand, pulling him close. He presses a kiss to Shane’s cheek and whispers “Happy Birthday,” as Jensen lets out a rumbling growl from low in his throat. Shane presses closer, quickly sliding something into Jared’s back pocket before he turns to walk away.
Shane smiles softly at them both over his shoulder and hurries back to his boyfriend’s side, moaning happily when he finds himself immediately pressed against the wall and kissed breathless. When he finally pulls back, he catches a glimpse of Jared and Jensen moving sensually on the dance floor and smiles to himself.
Jared slings an arm around Jensen’s waist, letting the fingers of his other hand dance along the outer seam of Jensen’s jeans. He can feel the play of Jensen’s muscles, the taut skin of his thigh warming the fabric, and Jared stifles a whimper as Jensen grinds back against his groin.
Letting his head drop on to Jared’s shoulder, Jensen moans quietly. Turning his head he nuzzles against Jared’s neck, slipping his tongue out to taste the damp skin. He doesn’t remember being this turned on in a long time, his cock heavy and aching as moves mindlessly, letting Jared guide him where he wants. “Didn’t like it Jay…” he murmurs.
“Didn’t like what?” Jensen’s answer suddenly becomes Jared’s sole focus and he presses impossibly close to hear it.
“Your hands on another man,” Jensen says, tone hard and dangerous.
“Wanna get out of here?” Jared whispers against Jensen’s ear, lips pressing teasingly before withdrawing. Fiercely hoping this won’t cause trouble between them, Jared holds his breath waiting for Jensen’s answer.
Jensen gazes up at Jared, dazed. He nearly whimpers at the promise, the lust in Jared’s voice. He nods once and pushes back against the warm body behind him, one more grind before he steps forward and out of Jared’s arms.
Watching for any sign of reluctance or uncertainty, Jared doesn’t miss the way Jensen tries to adjust himself, hand cupping the bulge in his jeans, and he shivers. Knowing he’s taking this man home, taking Jensen home has his body heating up, and he feels a bead of sweat run down his back.
Jensen raises an eyebrow and nods his head towards the door, smirking when Jared steps close behind him to lay a hand on the small of his back. Leaving the bar, they emerge into the dark street, Jared stumbling slightly on the uneven path. Jensen reacts quickly, grabbing Jared’s arm to prevent him from overbalancing and Jared stares down at him, breath drifting across Jensen’s cheek and lips.
“Thanks,” Jared whispers, leaning in close.
“Hey! You two! Take it home, we don’t need you attracting attention out here,” a man says, uniform clearly identifying him as security staff.
Jensen huffs, stepping back as he pats down his pockets for his car keys. Still holding Jared’s arm, he pulls him in the direction of the car. He waits while Jared slides into the passenger seat, then hurries around the car to get behind the wheel.
The drive home is mercifully quick due to little traffic at this late hour, but it doesn’t stop Jared from reaching out to run a finger along Jensen’s thigh, and at one set of traffic lights, from leaning over to place a gentle kiss on Jensen’s neck.
Jensen didn’t think it was possible, but he’s hardened further, thanks to Jared’s wandering hands and lips, and he desperately needs some relief. Watching as Jared opens his front door, Jensen grins and plasters himself to Jared’s back as they step into the house as one.
Even though he’s unbearably turned on, there is something Jared needs to get out of the way first. Gently, he pushes Jensen against the wall by the front door. “Jen? This okay? I’m not gonna force you into anything you don’t want man.”
Jensen hesitantly lifts his eyes to Jared’s. “I want this. Jay, God,” Jensen breathes deeply. “Want you.”
“Have you…have you ever done this?” Jared asks, not sure he wants to know the answer.
“Experimented once. Back in school. Chris and I, we were curious ya know.”
Biting back the shaft of jealousy, Jared swoops in and presses his lips against Jensen’s for the first time, tongue smoothing along the seam of closed lips until Jensen relaxes and lets him in.
Letting Jared take control of the kiss for a moment, Jensen thrusts forward against Jared’s body. He tangles one hand into Jared’s hair, calloused fingers clenching the soft locks as he breathes through his nose, not willing to let Jared go just yet.
Jared slides his hands down, one pressing against the centre of Jensen’s chest as he pushes himself back. “Not here, not like this,” he drawls. Taking Jensen’s hand he makes his way through the quiet house to the stairs, pressing Jensen against the wall to steal a kiss before he slowly leads the way up to the bedroom.
Once they reach the doorway, Jensen pushes the door wide open, revealing the messy bed left exactly how it was when Jared got out of it that morning. He gasps when he sees the unopened package lying on the bed. Walking quickly over to it, he picks it up and studies the box before pivoting on his heel to hold it up to Jared. “Thought you were going to get lucky?” he questions, voice starting to heat with anger.
Jared blinks with surprise. “No…it’s…ah…mine,” he says quietly.
Jensen’s eyes light up and he opens the box, sliding out the toy. “You going to use it on yourself Jay?” Jensen whispers as he raises a finger and beckons Jared towards the bed. Slipping it from his plastic covering, Jensen lays the dildo on the palm of his hand. Eyeing it slowly, he looks at Jared in amusement. “It’s purple Jay,” Jensen stifles his laughter as Jared snatches it from him, blushing.
“Last color they had,” he huffs. “And I like purple, nothing wrong with that.”
Jensen slowly undoes his shirt, peeling it away from his body. His hands go to his jeans but Jared reaches out, stopping his movement.
“Let me. Please. I want to,” he groans as his hands settle on Jensen’s belt buckle, fingers brushing the warm bulge just below.
Jensen nods silently and watches through heavy eyes as Jared’s hands. He can’t help releasing a tiny whimper when Jared removes his jeans and finally slides a hand down the front of his cotton boxer briefs.
Stroking slowly, Jared notices the frustrated impatience on Jensen’s face. Pulling his hand out, he slides the briefs down his legs before gently pushing Jensen to sit on the end of the unmade bed. He quickly moves to the nightstand, snatching up the lube, and goes to kneel at Jensen’s feet. Pushing the splayed thighs further apart, Jared slides between them, bending his head to press kisses to the insides of Jensen’s thighs.
“Jay!” Jensen’s head drops forward, chin touching his chest as he moans softly.
“Gonna open you up Jen. Open you up wide to take my cock,” Jared mutters, breath floating over the leaking head.
“Just fuckin’ do it already,” Jensen snarls. His hips are thrusting, small rotations as sensation engulfs him.
Jared breathes across Jensen’s balls, teasing the centre before he licks a line from base to tip of his swollen cock. He mouths at the head, tongue tracing the slit before he sucks lightly. While his mouth works Jensen’s body, he is busy coating the dildo and his fingers in lube. Pulling off Jensen, Jared uses one hand to hold him open, exposing Jensen’s entrance. Switching the dildo on to its lowest setting he rests the vibrating head against Jensen’s hole.
“Mm-hmm,” Jensen whimpers, eyes going dark as he sprawls back on the bed, elbows propped under his body so he can watch Jared.
Holding the toy still for a long moment, he finally turns the dildo off and hurries to prepare Jensen as gently and efficiently as he can.
“Can’t take much more Jared,” Jensen groans. “You using that thing on me?” he eyes the dildo apprehensively.
“If you’re okay with it. It’s nearly as big as I am, would open you up just right,” Jared says softly.
Reassured that Jared understands how long it’s been for him and that they need to do this properly, Jensen nods. “Yeah, okay. Just hurry, all right?”
Grinning in response, Jared continues opening Jensen with his fingers, ducking down to suck his dick into his mouth every now and then. When he finally has three fingers inside and stretched wide, Jensen keens, the sound going straight to Jared’s dick and prompting a rumbling growl as he suckles around Jensen’s balls.
“Do it again, hum like that Jay. Please…” Jensen’s aware he’s pleading, but the feeling of Jared’s mouth on him is driving him insane.
Jared hurriedly removes his fingers and replaces them with the purple plastic toy. He takes his time sliding it in, watching Jensen’s face for signs of pain of discomfort. When Jensen gasps, Jared stops immediately. “Jen. Jen, you okay?”
“Just…just wait a minute,” Jensen drawls. He fists his cock, stroking back to full hardness.
Moving closer, Jared knocks his hand away and takes Jensen back into his mouth. He sucks lightly at the head before sliding down the length, taking in as much as he can. Distantly, he hears Jensen’s soft words of encouragement and moves the dildo further in. Once it’s fully seated, he pulls off to look up at Jensen, seeking reassurance. “You okay Jensen?”
Jensen nods once, kicking his feet up onto the bed to open his body further. He whimpers when the toy is switched back on and he closes his eyes as sensation threatens to take over his body. His hips thrust up of their own accord, one hand clenching the sheet tightly.
Slowly, Jared begins to fuck him with the vibrating plastic, breathing heavily against the leaking head of Jensen’s cock. Seeing the liquid well in the slit, Jared moans as he slides his tongue through it, collecting the pre-come in his mouth. Feeling Jensen rock into his thrusts, he picks up speed, his own hips thrusting in time with Jensen’s.
“Clothes…off. Now,” Jensen breathes.
Leaving the dildo in place, Jared stands, quickly stripping down. He shivers as he feels Jensen’s gaze roam over his body. He can’t wait to be able to take his time with Jensen, teasing and torturing him. Jared sighs, knowing that will have to wait for another time. He suddenly remembers what Shane slid into his pocket and he snatches up his jeans to check what it was. He pulls out a twin pack of flavored condoms. Grinning to himself he checks the flavors and goes to stand in front of Jensen, reaching down to give the toy a quick slide in and out. “What’s your favorite flavor Jen? Cherry or black licorice?”
Jensen growls and absently points towards the bright red package. “Cherry it is then,” Jared strokes Jensen’s dick, pressing a kiss to the head with a cheeky lick before he stands again. He gently rolls the condom down his length, and then helps Jensen slide further up the bed. Grabbing Jensen’s hands he holds them in place, one by each side of his head as he presses soft kisses and licks to Jensen’s neck.
“Turn around,” Jensen murmurs. “Wanna taste…”
Jared swings around so he’s kneeling over Jensen’s head as he takes his cock back into his mouth, slowly sliding the toy in and out as he bobs his head. He whimpers when he feels Jensen’s tongue lick around the swollen head of his cock and wishes there was no barrier between them.
“Mm-mm…cherry,” Jensen whispers as he pulls off. “Never done this before,” he says quietly, shy and embarrassed.
Jared takes pity on him, knowing he won’t be able to hold out much longer and assuming Jensen’s the same, and he moves back to his original position. Gently, he tugs the dildo out and can’t resist dipping down to lick once over the swollen whole. “You ready?”
Jensen nods and thrusts up, eager for Jared to be inside him. The song lyrics Jared had sung earlier in the night replay in his head.
Jared lines up and slowly pushes in, glad he’d been able to use the toy on Jensen to ease his way. “You need to tell me when it’s too much baby,” he whispers, lost in the feeling of Jensen’s body.
Jensen’s eyes tighten at the endearment but he holds still while he waits for Jared to bottom out. Groaning, he tries to relax. He’d thought the dildo had been big enough, but Jared’s cock is still stretching him further.
Jared breathes a sigh of relief when Jensen finally nods and he begins to thrust, slow and deep while they both adjust. Growling at the change in angle as Jensen wraps his legs around his waist, Jared speeds up.
Fisting his cock again, Jensen pumps it hard, feeling his body start to contract. He looks up at Jared and smiles dazedly at the desire in his eyes. He lifts his hips, meeting Jared’s thrusts.
“Jensen. God. Wanted this for so fucking long,” Jared whispers, voice broken and hoarse. Feeling Jensen’s muscles clench around him, he feels the tension in his own body build as he begins to orgasm. Quickening his pace, Jared drops his hand to help stroke Jensen off.
“Jared. Fuck!” Jensen yells as he pulses over their fists.
“Jensen…Jensen,” Jared moans out his name as he comes, filling the condom and shuddering.
Jensen pants for breath, hand fluttering beside him as he pushes against Jared’s side.
“Sorry.” Jared pulls out, making them both shiver at the movement against Jensen’s sensitive flesh. He slumps on the bed next to Jensen. He turns his head to Jensen and smiles fondly. Belatedly he remembers he’s still wearing the condom and quickly removes it, tying it off and dropping it in the bin by his nightstand. Grabbing some tissues he rolls over and wipes Jensen off.
Jensen tiredly looks up at him. “Well, wasn’t expecting that,” he says quietly.
“No, me either. Do you regret it?” Jared asks, concerned.
“No, Jared. No, I don’t.” Rolling closer, Jensen kisses him, long and slow. “Happy Birthday baby,” he whispers with a smile.