so definitely married.
title. It's Pronounced Husband and Husband
word count. 5818
rating. NC-17; for language and sexual content. jensen/jared.
disclaimer. all individuals own themselves. except jared and jensen. they own each other.
summary. jared padalecki is arranged to marry jensen ackles. no matter how hot the guy is, he's not keen on the idea. nope.
a/n. for
moveablehistory; on occasion of her birthday. happy birthday, G! hope you had a blast and i wish you an amazing one year to come. i tried, sweetie. i tried. ¬_¬
It’s Pronounced Husband and Husband
Jared loves his momma. He really does. But sometimes, he just wishes she’s made of pure evil so he can hate her and not feel guilty about it.
“Such a pretty face!” Sharon Padalecki cooed.
Jared almost ducks and hides his face under the table. He doesn’t understand how the guy can just smile and blush (quite gorgeously and adorably, if Jared has to be honest) like that.
He blinks and the guy is standing real up close before him, beaming. Gone is the slight blush across freckled cheeks and toes-scuffed-in-the-ground act. “I’m Jensen,” he says in a deep tone, tiny hints of a Texan drawl underneath.
As if Jared’s momma haven’t spent the last month and a half blabbering on and on and on about this Jensen.
But his momma also taught him manners so Jared just clamps his teeth and smiles back. “Jared.”
“Wow. Your smile is even brighter than how my mom described it to be.”
Jared feels himself blush. “So you got the full description too, huh? Glad to know I’m not alone in this madness.”
Jensen blinks his green, green eyes and Jared can’t seem to look away from those ridiculous eyelashes. “What madness?”
Jared gapes (elegantly, he hopes). “You don’t think it’s crazy that they want us to go through with this?”
Jensen’s grin is almost maniacal. “Nope.”
Dear God - who is his momma marrying him to?
“And you’re okay with all of this?” Jared gestures loosely as they approach the table their mothers are seated at.
“Definitely,” comes the reply from behind Jared.
Sure enough, when he turns around, Jensen is eyeing his ass hungrily. He doesn’t even blink when Jared frowns and takes his seat quickly, just looks up, grins, and licks his lips.
“Do you play golf, Jensen?” Sharon asks, wide beam on her face, her tone adoring.
Jensen flashes his suave smile. “I try.”
Donna Ackles passes her son a look, waving an arm loosely. “It’s all he ever does, really. Play golf. Swinging his club around.”
Jensen’s eyes flickers down to Jared and Jared looks away.
“Really? Why don’t you join your father and Gerald, dear? I’m sure they’ll love to have you around.”
“Sure thing, ma’am.”
Jared almost expects him to tip his imaginary hat at the ladies.
“Jared?” Jensen says, and Jared certainly does not feel a tingling down his spine from having his name called in that rumbling voice. “Are you coming?”
Jared can’t help but gulp as a series of lewd images run through his mind at that. “Um,” he said, trying not to stare at those lips, all pursed and ducky. Jesus. “I don’t really play golf. I’m more of an indoors person.”
“Right,” Jensen smirks and trails his eyes up and down Jared, as if he’d said that he’s into bondage and knifeplay instead of indoor activities. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he winks, sashaying away.
Seriously. Who is this guy anyway?
If anything, the wedding is gorgeous. Jared will give Jensen that much. When his momma told him that Jensen will take care of it because apparently he’s a master at decorating and would’ve been an interior designer or something if not for his professional degree in physiotherapy, Jared didn’t think much. He just went with it. Now, he’s glad he did.
“Enjoying yourself?”
Jared turns around and is hit by a splash of freckles and green eyes and long eyelashes and full lips and Jensen. In a suit. In a very nice suit. “It’s a nice ceremony. Thank you for doing this.”
Jensen’s blinks, his head reared back. “You’re funny. It’s our wedding, man.”
Jared looks down at his shoes, scuffed in the terracotta tiles of the Ackles’s courtyard. “I guess I just haven’t felt it yet, you know?”
“Don’t worry,” Jensen smiles, pressing an open palm against Jared’s chest. “You’ll feel it tonight.”
Jared feels everything around him skids to a stop. Jensen doesn’t even wink and the expression on his face is only subtly flirty but Jared knows exactly what that means. He thinks he might be, possibly be swinging the other way when he first realized he had that mammoth crush on Christian, his lab partner in high school. But he’s never done anything about it. God - what if he breaks something?
Jared’s brother walks by, pats Jensen on one shoulder. “First dance, boys.”
Jared wants to die.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” one of Jensen’s cousins announces from the makeshift stage, lipstick a little too red. “I’m proud to present to you for the first time, Mr. Ackles and Mr. Padalecki.”
There’s a thunderous applause and some catcalls and Jensen is lacing their fingers together and towing Jared towards the dance space as he tries really hard to recall the dance lessons he had with his grandmamaw back when he was ten.
“Relax,” Jensen whispers, tugging Jared close.
Jared jerks his head, flicking hair out of his eyes, suddenly regretting not going with his sister’s suggestion of putting on some gel. “’M not freaking out. I’m just nervous. How’re we going to do this? Who’s gonna lead?”
Jensen smiles, as if they’re not doing this in front of the whole Ackles-Padalecki clan and what might as well be the whole of Texas. “Nobody. We’ll just have to do this together. Okay?”
There is something about those eyes and that look that calms Jared down a little as they sway slowly together to some music that Jared knows but can’t for the life of him recalls, Jensen’s hand and body warm against him.
It feels so nice that he almost forgot about tonight.
Jared waits for Jensen’s singing to reach a crescendo when he finally strips down to his boxers and slips under the cover. Jensen’s bed is barely a queen, snug in the middle of his childhood bedroom and Jared wonders how he’s going to survive the night trying not to touch any part of Jensen’s anatomy. Whatever tiny shred of confidence he has goes up in flames when Jensen steps out of the bathroom, what seems to be a very, very tiny towel slung very, very low on his hips. He’s just casually drying his hair and Jared is transfixed on the rippling stomach muscles and lazy droplets of water sluicing down a bare chest.
Apparently, Jensen’s clothes don’t do him much justice.
“You’re in bed? Already?” Jensen asks, eyebrow quirked.
Jared nods dumbly. “I’m kind of tired,” he mutters, hoping that would send out clues to Jensen. That he’s not up to anything…rowdy tonight. Or ever, he thinks. Which is ridiculous because they’re married for heaven’s sake and married couples-
“What about our wedding night?” Jensen sounds genuinely disappointed.
Jared finds interest in Jensen’s mother’s stitching on the duvet - God, they’re in Jensen’s family’s home and he’s expecting Jared to do things with him in his childhood room. With his family members a few feet, very much in hearing distance, away. “What about it?”
“Well,” Jensen grins. “I have ideas,” he shrugs and whips the towel around his waist off.
Jared is absolutely proud that he doesn’t shriek because once it’s revealed that Jensen is actually wearing boxers underneath that towel, he thinks the shrieking would’ve been utterly embarrassing. And not for the obvious reason, either.
That’s when Jensen ruffles his own hair, shaking the water off his head and pads towards the bed with a predatory look on his face.
“What do you think you're doing?” Jared stammers, clutching the covers to his chest, as if to protect his chastity.
Jensen’s smirk is smarmy, wicked. “Consummating our marriage.”
Jared blinks, pressing his back against the headboard. “I don't care if people think I'm a pussy. I will scream.”
“Go ahead,” Jensen cocks an eyebrow, voice pitched incredibly low. “They might think you’re just enjoying yourself.”
Thousands and thousands of snapshots of them in various positions rush through Jared’s mind that he actually has to will his half hard dick not to pay attention because it’s just not him. It isn’t like him to be attracted sexually so easily to someone. And yet he’s definitely feeling funny things tingling along his spine as Jensen knees his way across the bed, gazing at him through heavy eyelashes.
Jared stops breathing when Jensen’s looming over him, hands on either side of his head. Jensen leans in and Jared’s eyes are slipping shut when he feels warm, gentle lips on his forehead. He opens his eyes to find Jensen smiling softly, eyes glinting with mirth. “Good night,” he says cheerily and slips in beside Jared, immediately falling asleep.
Jared can’t believe it. Their wedding night and Jensen just kisses him on his forehead and instead of relief, it just leaves a gaping hole in the pit of his stomach that feels a lot like disappointment.
Jensen takes Jared to a small carnival in his hometown the next night and Jared honestly doesn’t think he would have as much fun but apparently, Jensen is a fun guy. They go on the barely scary rides and lift their arms up and scream as loud as they can. Jared eats so much hot dogs that he thinks he can puke and Jensen really likes cotton candy, devours them until his lips are painted pink.
Jared thinks he wants to chase the color away with his tongue.
It feels awfully a lot like a date and Jared is surprised that he feels okay about it. Just as long as Jensen doesn’t win him some stuffed animals or anything like that. They share a bucket of popcorn and Jensen wants to stop at the shooting booth. He bullseyes every single one of the targets and the attendant passes him a huge stuffed unicorn. He gives it to Jared and Jared is about to beat him over the head with it as the attendant gives him a weird look when Jensen smiles, honest and open.
“Give it to your sister,” he says. “I heard she’s crazy about those things.”
Jared thinks a lot on the flight to their honeymoon and it works because when he’s not ruthlessly pressing the buttons on his PSP, Jensen sleeps. A lot. On Jared’s shoulder and chest, mostly. But Jared doesn’t mind. He doesn’t even mind when the flight attendants make cooing noises and look at them like they want to bake cookies for the two adorable boys snuggling against each other.
At one point, Jared dozes off and wakes up with his face pressed inside the crook of Jensen’s neck as he flips through a travel magazine idly, so he guesses Jensen doesn’t mind, either.
By the time they’re about to arrive, Jared decides that he’s going to leave it in Jensen’s hands to take the first step in (in Jensen’s own words) consummating their marriage. Jared decides he will not resist if the time comes because they’re married and it’s the right thing to do and also because Jensen’s not half-bad, really.
Jensen’s head on his shoulder rolls a little and he produces a little snort and it takes a lot of self control for Jared not to lean in and kiss him.
The honeymoon was great. They had fun. They went sightseeing, scuba diving and swimming in the cove and ate exotic food. Granted, they didn’t do any of the stuff people on honeymoons usually do but they had a really great time. People saw them together, saw the glinting bands on their fingers and they smile. Jensen smiled back, leaned a little closer and let their arms grazed as they walk.
Other than that, nothing. Jensen didn’t even try to kiss him goodnight anymore. Jared knows it’s silly, but he feels jilted anyway. The whole trip, though, was good. The honeymoon is the easy part.
The hard part is living with Jensen afterwards. He didn’t have any problem moving into Jared’s place, appreciated the bigass plasma screen and Xbox. Moving in was not the hardest part.
What’s hard is that Jensen likes to read in bed before sleep and if Jared thinks he’s absolutely cute with his contacts, the moment he slips on his glasses, Jared feels like straddling him right there and then and buries his hands in that disheveled hair and kisses him senseless.
The hard part is that Jensen uses this Calvin Klein shower gel that smells totally divine and makes Jared wants to just lick him all over. The hard part is that Jensen doesn’t notice that he’s doing it.
“Dude,” Jensen says casually as he throws himself onto the couch next to Jared in his relaxed fit Levi’s and thin t-shirt. “You smell awesome. What’d you use?”
Jared blinks, folds his long legs underneath himself. “Um. Soap.”
“Nice,” Jensen smirks, slouching low, legs spread.
Jared looks away.
Jared is a hopeless romantic. So when he has to convince himself that falling in love with his husband is actually not wrong, it strikes him as funny. Not ha-ha funny, just generally funny. He’s always dreaming about meeting the perfect person and falling in love and now that he’s almost convinced it’s happening, he’s having second thoughts.
And then, he wakes up to find Jensen in the kitchen, crouching over his dogs’ beds talking to Harley excitedly, a plate of pancakes on the table and steaming coffee in his favorite mug.
Jensen looks up and he’s beaming, cheeks pink. “I think I taught him how to say my name,” he says, scratching behind Harley’s ear.
“Yeah,” Jared laughs, taking a seat at the table. “He barks a little funny.”
“You’re just jealous,” Jensen squints, lifting his chin high. By his leg, Sadie is wagging her tail enthusiastically, obviously trying to gain Jensen’s attention.
Jared laughs even more, sipping his coffee. It’s amazing. Jensen makes amazing coffee, apparently, on top of it all. “This looks great. Do you want to have breakfast?”
Jensen ducks his head almost coyly, scratches the back of his neck. “I think I’ll have a shower first. You can start without me.”
Jared nods and sends him off with a smile. Turns out, he married an incredible guy and yet life is hard. Then, Jensen comes down smelling all delicious and they have a nice breakfast together, joking around and laughing and talking about basketball and growing up in Texas and everything gets a little bit harder.
Jared thinks the universe hates him a little.
Then, things happen. They’re at this party hosted by Jensen’s friend and Jared is honestly bored. He knows no one except the people Jensen introduced him to and they’re all talking to each other instead of him. He’s known as a friendly person but somehow he just can’t fit.
Jared thinks it’s probably because of the scowl he’s wearing on his face all night. But he can’t help it. Here he is, bored to death and Jensen’s off in another corner of the room, flirting with a dreamy older guy he introduced as Jeffrey something something a couple of hours ago. A couple of hours ago and he’s still canoodling with Jeffrey something something on a leather couch in the corner. Okay, maybe they’re not canoodling. But there’s definite flirting going on.
Jared squints through the near dark and heavy smoke and he can see playful slaps on arms and beer bottles clinking and laughing with heads thrown back and suddenly he doesn’t feel so good. Like all the chips and dips he had would come back up. He pushes through the throng of people and clears his throat. Jensen looks up, face flushed.
“I think I’m going to head home.”
Jensen puts down his beer, eyes a little wide. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t feel good. Think I’m sick,” Jared coughs a little.
Jensen moves to get up, straightening his leather jacket. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
“No,” Jared says, holding up a hand. “I can get a cab. You stay as long as you want.”
“Wow, Jen,” Jeff chuckles. “You sure married a very understanding one, huh?”
Jensen chuckles back, if a little dryly. “Listen, Jay. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I can go home by myself.”
“You’re sure?” Jensen’s eyebrows droop at the end, like a sad puppy.
“Yes, Jen,” Jared grumbles. He knows he’s acting like an indignant kid but he doesn’t really care.
Jensen nods and strokes his forearm casually. “Okay. But make sure you call me as soon as you get home, okay?”
“Sure,” Jared mutters before he turns away. He looks over his shoulder at the doorway and Jensen is already back in an engaging conversation with Jeff. He huffs out a laugh to himself for being an idiot and slams the door shut.
Okay. So maybe, most definitely, he’s in love with Jensen. A little bit. If the series of images of Jensen with Jeff making it hard for him to breathe isn’t a clue, how he feels after that probably is.
The front door slams early the next morning and Jared is up like a shot. Not that he’s actually sleeping, what with him wondering where Jensen had been and thinking of the possible stuff he’s doing with that Jeff person. So when the hushed giggling and rumbling tones come, he feels the sharp jab of pain in his belly immediately.
“Dude,” Jensen is whispering. “Man, are you sure? It’s, like, four in the morning.”
“C’mon,” comes Jeff’s roughened voice. “Of course I’m sure.”
“And you’re drunk.”
Jeff laughs. “’M not drunk. A little tipsy, ‘s all. But I can take you, boy.”
“Yeah, whatever. But Jeff, are you sure? I mean, Jared might not like it.”
“So? We’ll just be careful and not wake him up.”
Jensen is silent, probably thinking, and Jared sucks in a nervous breath, hissing. With every silent second that passes by all Jared can think about is what the two of them could be doing - kissing, petting, more. And something inside him clenches tighter.
“Oh, okay,” Jensen finally replies. “Fine. I’ll get us something. You make yourself comfortable.”
Something inside Jared snaps. He knows it’s his fault for not showing interest at first and that Jensen probably thinks Jared doesn’t even like him but it’s his home and it’s his husband and if this Jeff dude thinks he can just swoop in with his dulcet tone and facial hair and flashy dimples and screw around with Jared’s husband, he has another think coming.
Jared’s momma doesn’t raise him a coward.
There’s a soft sound of the television as he skulks downstairs, turned on probably to mask the noise of them together, Jared thinks. Those sneaky bastards. There’s some noise from the kitchen, too, probably Jensen preparing some sort of aphrodisiac sex dish with his excellent chef skills and-
“Jen!” Jeff hollers just as Jared comes into the living room. “Where’s the damn-oh, here they are,” he says, holding in his hand what looks like Jared’s Xbox’s controller. He notices Jared standing over the back of the couch and beams sheepishly. “Oh, hey. I hope you don’t mind,” he murmurs, waving the controller around. “I’m a total gaming junkie.”
Jared’s staring when Jensen comes out of the kitchen, a couple bottles of beer in one hand and a bunch of chips in the other. “Hey, Jay,” he greets, looking genuinely pleased at the sight of Jared. “Feeling better? Do you want to play with us? I bet we can totally kick Jeff’s ass if we team up.”
Jared doesn’t even know what to think anymore. Mad and ashamed, he just stomps back to the bedroom without words, ignoring the concerned and slightly pained look in Jensen’s eyes.
It’s just right that everything after that is awkward. Jared knows he’s being awfully childish but just seeing Jensen’s face reminds him of how stupid he had been. It doesn’t help that Jensen is still being nice and all Jensen towards him. Jared is afraid that if he opens his mouth something idiotic will come out and so he just keeps quiet until Jensen takes his cue and is silent himself, only speaking to Jared when he really needs to. Jared doesn’t want to appear as a jealous husband or whatever but he can’t help it.
Every time Jensen answers his phone and it’s Jeff, Jared dies a little inside, watching as Jensen laughs and jokes around, totally unaware.
Jared comes home one night and Jensen’s in the study, talking into the phone, the Texan drawl in his tone clear.
“Yes, momma,” he says softly. “Yeah, I’m treating him right.”
Jared pauses in his step, really listens; his knuckles on the briefcase handle white. Jensen’s pacing around the room, his feature warm but pinched in a worry that’s been there ever since Jared’s been giving him the silent treatment.
“He’s at work. Some big case his firm is handling, I guess,” Jensen shrugs and then promptly blushes. “No, ma. I’m not wearing him out every other night.”
Jared’s breath stutters, thinking of all the ways Jensen could be wearing him out every night. He thinks about how Jensen’s miles of bare skin look like in the dim lighting, stretched out on their bed, how smooth it might feel underneath his fingers, how the bunch of muscles might tighten if he kisses it, trailing his tongue along the ridges.
“We’re absolutely fine, ma,” Jensen continues, sighing lightly. “Yes. I know how much we owe the Padaleckis for helping out with pops’ business.”
Jared staggers, a cold dagger stabbing his back, dragging down the length of his spine. Whatever Jensen is saying next is just a rush of sound, meaningless babbles as Jared thinks of the time they spent together, of all the flirting and sexual innuendos and subtle touches, of the time Jensen lied to his face.
He thinks of how he feels about Jensen and how much it hurts.
“I’ll talk to you soon, momma. Love you too,” Jensen ends his conversation, drops the phone onto the loveseat and turns around, surprise evident on his face to see Jared standing there. “Oh. Hey, Jay. You’re back early. I’m just about to make dinner.”
Jared can hear his teeth gritting, his jaw tightened. “Why bother?”
Jensen steps forward, his caring look geared up. “What’s the matter? Bad day at the office? You don’t look so good.”
“You fucking lied to me!” Jared roars, flinging his briefcase to the floor before he feels incline to swing it at Jensen’s head.
Jensen steps back, eyebrows raised high. “What are you talking about?”
“I heard you, Jensen. You married me because your family wanted you to. You don’t even like me! And I’m stupid enough to fall for your stupid, lying ass and I don’t even know-”
“Wait, Jay,” Jensen cuts in, hand splayed on Jared’s chest.
Jared smacks Jensen’s hand away, scowling. “Don’t call me that. I hate it when people call me that. I’m not like you. I don’t get a hard on from hearing attractive older guys like Jeff calling me Jen.”
Jensen has the nerve to grin. “Okay, first of all? I don’t like people calling me Jen. Just because I swing the other way, it doesn’t mean I like to be called girly names. Especially by people like Jeff. Who’s straight as an arrow, by the way, that for me to hook up with him would be kind of a problem. I don’t mind if you want to call me Jen, though, because you’re allowed to call me whatever you want because, you know, I love you. And secondly, you’ve fallen for me? When? How? I mean, I know how but-”
“What do you mean you love me?” Jared snaps, cat-like eyes blown wide open.
Jensen looks at how his hair is sticking up all over and cheeks reddened and almost pounces on him, determined to kiss those pink, rounded lips. “Oh no, you don’t,” Jensen chuckles lightly. “I’m asking you first. You can’t just change the topic.”
Jared clears his throat, reaches up around the back of his neck, blushing furiously. “I. Well. Of course I feel. That way. About you. I wouldn’t have agreed to marry you otherwise. You, on the other hand, I clearly heard you saying-”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Jensen grumbles, strides the three steps separating them, tugging Jared down by his neck tie and proceeds to smash their lips together, moaning when Jared opens up so easily underneath him, slides his tongue inside and swallowing Jared’s tiny whimpers and pleased noises.
They’re mashed so tightly together, Jared’s cock a hard line pressing against Jensen’s belly. Jensen groans softly, reaches down and cups him, pressing in even harder when Jared lets out a sexy, tiny gasp, hips bucking a little. Jensen keeps backing them up until Jared’s back is pressed against the wall, their breathing wet and loud. Jared is tugging at the hem of Jensen’s t-shirt impatiently, raking whatever he can reach underneath with blunt fingernails, finally getting to feel Jensen’s muscles jumping against his touch.
Jensen drags himself away from lapping at the mole near Jared’s collarbone, moves to press openmouthed kisses all over Jared’s lightly stubbled jaw. “Bed,” he growls, grinding his groin against Jared’s strong thigh. “Now.”
Jared whimpers, nods. “Yeah. Yeah.”
They barely make it to the bedroom, Jensen pushing and slamming Jared against the wall and dragging him inside, backing them both until they’re stumbling onto the bed. Jensen lands on Jared with a loud groan, Jared’s mouth dropping open with a silent gasp.
Jensen laughs breathlessly, swiping Jared’s bangs off his face. “God. You’ve no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this since we met.”
“What? You mean squash me to death?” Jared smirks, cocking an eyebrow.
Jensen retaliates by biting Jared’s lower lip playfully, moaning a little when Jared’s hips bucked up all on their own. “No. Make you scream my name when you come so hard you think your head is going to explode.”
Jared’s eyes slip shut as he leans up into Jensen’s touch, growling when Jensen’s hand slides down his unzipped pants, his free hand unbuttoning Jared’s dress shirt frantically. Jared whines low in his throat when Jensen grates his teeth against a budding nipple, tugging down Jensen’s sweatpants and purring when he finds nothing underneath but Jensen’s already hardened cock, hot and silken. Jared circles it with his long fingers, stroking tentatively and acting off Jensen’s harsh breathing and silent whimpers. Jensen finally gets Jared’s shirt off and is about to yank his tie up over his head when Jared stops him, one palm spanning his entire wrist.
Jared’s eyelashes are lowered over his clear hazel eyes. “Something to hold on to,” he whispers almost shyly.
Jensen grins, nips at the mole on Jared’s neck. “Kinky.”
“So are we doing this or not?”
Jensen looks up and Jared’s eyes are bright, filled to the brim with heat and need, a smidgen of uncertainty barely visible there. “Mmm, Jared,” he hums when Jared licks along his mouth eagerly. “Are you sure?”
Jared stops mouthing at his jaw, blinks. “Well. I,” he blushes, hair dropping into his eyes as he bends his head down. “Never done this before. But, God. I want you in me. Want to feel you. So bad.”
Something behind Jensen’s eyes sparks up before he lunges at Jared, capturing his lips in a hard, bruising kiss until they’re both out of breath. “I’ve never done this before either,” he murmurs, kissing the expanse of Jared’s shoulder softly.
Jared perks up, props himself up on one elbow and raises his eyebrows. “Really? You haven’t?”
Jensen grins. “Yeah, well. Not with a guy,” he shrugs. “I know it’s cheesy but I’ve kinda been waiting for the right person.”
Jared’s smile is wide, open and honest. “Really? You mean…”
“Yes, bonehead. I really do like you,” Jensen rolls his eyes, tracing the line of Jared’s chin. “A whole lot.”
“But,” Jared gulps, toying with the strand of Jensen’s dog tag. “I thought I heard you talking to your mom about-”
“Hey,” Jensen palms his cheek. “I wanted to marry you because I like you. No other reason. Plus, unlike some people, I am not a complete momma’s boy.”
Jared smacks Jensen’s ass not too lightly, gnashing his teeth.
Jensen grins, cocks an eyebrow. “Wow. Definitely not a momma’s boy, then.”
Jared laughs, bumping their groins together and humming contentedly when Jensen grinds down impatiently, his hands grappling Jared’s shoulders. Jensen bends down and licks at Jared’s chest, swiping his tongue down until he meets the thin trail of hair, Jared’s cock lightly prodding his chin. He makes a tiny sound before licking at the head without warning. Jared arches up, gasps, and grabs Jensen’s hair at the temples, trying not to buck up into Jensen’s warm, hot mouth.
Jensen moans, one minute pressing Jared’s legs down by his thighs and the next pushing them against Jared’s chest, stroking from underneath. Jared barely has any time to think when he feels the slow, wet stroke of Jensen’s tongue against his hole.
“Oh, Jesus,” he gasps, his hold on Jensen’s head tightening. “Oh, fuck. Jensen.”
Jensen glances up for an instant, eyes mischievous and flirty, sinful lips wet with saliva and Jared’s precome. “In a minute,” he winks.
Jared whines when Jensen’s head starts to descend and grabs him by the torso, flipping them over. Jensen gives off a startled gasp which turns into a long moan as Jared mouths at his dick and swallows him down in one motion, humming softly. Jared’s mouth and tongue and teeth are unsure, clearly new at giving blowjobs but it’s hot anyway, the way he hollows his cheeks and sucks, one hand rubbing Jensen’s stomach and the other cupping Jensen’s balls.
Jared pulls off with a wet pop and tugs at Jensen’s dick, hard and sure. “Come on, Jensen. Come on. Need you. Now.”
Jensen arches, reaches out to their bedside drawer and retrieving the lube and condom there, smiling sheepishly at the look on Jared’s face. “I’ve been hoping we’d…consummate our marriage.”
Jared chuckles, whimpers a little when Jensen flips them back over, straddling him. He watches as Jensen slicks a couple of fingers, edges down a little and gently pushes his middle one inside. It feels oddly good, especially when Jensen moves down and laps at the soft skin right under his balls. Jensen pushes in a second finger and starts scissoring, opening him up. Jared’s breathing is growing harder and louder and sweat is trickling down Jensen’s smooth chest. Jared reaches, collects it with his finger and licks it.
Jensen growls deep in his throat, stretches up and kisses Jared messily, licking his way inside. “Can’t go slow,” he mutters, peppering the corner of Jared’s mouth with kisses.
“Yeah,” Jared moans. “Yes, okay.”
Jensen straightens, rolls down the condom onto his cock and positions himself. “So. We’re doing this together, right?” he says softly, thrusting inside slowly when Jared nods, back arched beautifully.
He pushes halfway in, pulls out and thrusts again to the hilt. Jared’s eyes are blown wide open, bright and affectionate, his large hands bracketing Jensen’s hips. Jensen starts to move and he whimpers, pressing his own legs higher against his front, hips bucking lightly.
“God,” Jared groans, his breath stuttering. “Fuck. Jensen, Jensen. Oh, oh, yes.”
Jensen groans back, hands groping at Jared’s ridged belly and silk tie, hips pistoning. “Oh, fuck. Jared. Oh, yes. Yes. Jared. Fuck.”
“Shit,” Jared gasps as Jensen changes the angle and the head of his cock hits something deep inside, blinding white pleasure sparking at the base of his spine. “Oh, Jensen,” he gasps.
Jensen keeps on thrusting again and again, keeping the same angle and bumping the spot with each thrust, arches up to steal wet, messy, desperate kisses. Jared releases Jensen’s forearm and starts to stroke himself - angry and red and curving against his stomach. Jensen pushes his hand away and takes over. Jared keens as he struggles to take Jensen deeper and fucks into the warm fist. Jensen can feel Jared squeezing, rippling all around him, hot and tight and he thinks he can’t hold it out any longer. He lets his hand picks up speed, slowing down only at spots he knows make Jared trembles with pleasure, dragging his ring along the vein on the underside and thrusting in hard and sure.
“Oh, fuck,” Jared groans as he comes, warm and thick against Jensen’s hand and his belly, hips canting wildly. “Fuck. Jensen.”
Jensen grunts, feels his cock throbbing deep inside Jared and comes, just like that, his whole body tense and taut, one hand on Jared’s come-slicked belly and the other gripping at Jared’s bicep. He shudders as the sensation dies down, takes in Jared’s flushed face, wild hair and marked skin, silk tie unraveled, and feels his dick jerking, still. He slips out of Jared, kisses him long and slow, all tongue and soft lips and settles next to him, temples pressed together.
Jared sighs next to him, languid. “Was I worth the wait?”
“Well, I know I was,” Jensen snickers.
Jared smacks his chest, frowns playfully.
Jensen smiles, kisses him once, sweet and short. “Every fucking second,” he whispers against Jared’s mouth, slipping Jared’s tie off his neck, teasingly let his fingers linger there.
Jared smiles back and returns the kiss, dragging it for as long as he can, fingertips fluttering on the inside of Jensen’s wrist and on his stomach. “I’m so glad I married you.”
“I can’t believe you’re jealous of Jeff,” Jensen smirks.
Jared blushes, ducks his head. “Shut up. It’s a valid sentiment. I’m your husband.”
“Huh,” Jensen grins. “I guess you are. So I guess I have every right to do this,” he murmurs, pulls Jared down by his neck and captures his mouth, tongue slicking inside and tangling against Jared’s own. He groans when Jared cups the side of his face and neck, licks at the inside of Jared’s mouth, wanting to memorize his flavors. He slips a leg in between Jared’s thighs and slides closer, pressing them harder against each other.
Jared pants when they break off, a happy smile on his face. “I suggest we go on a second honeymoon,” he says, tracing a finger across the splatter of freckles across the bridge of Jensen’s nose.
Jensen squints, as if considering. “I concur,” he nods, mouth pursed.
“Good,” Jared beams, eyes slipping shut as they move closer again, noses bumping and mouths barely grazing at each other.
“So,” Jensen breathes against his open lips. “Are you feeling it now?”
“Hmm,” Jared purses his lips, one eyebrow raised. “Let’s see,” he purrs, large hand skating down Jensen’s belly and finding his half hard cock, gripping it. “I feel it. Yeah.”
They laugh, tumble and roll around on the bed, kissing and touching and consummating their marriage until the sun comes up.
Then they do it all over again.
[Everything For You] by [Anuar Zain] & [The First Morning] by [ Wang Lee Hom]