Fic: RPS (Jared/Jensen): Long-Distance Relationships
It's been so very, very long since I've written fanfiction. But then I found out that the blindfold kink meme for Supernatural ( blindfold_spn ) was open again, just for a few days (I'd almost missed it), and I just had to join in. Over two days, I wrote 14 fics of varying quality (and kinks...) and I'm now going to see about posting most of them. Eventually. =)
Title: Long Distance Relationships
Author: dragonspell
Series: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen (J2)
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2,700.
Summary: Written for the blindfold_spn Supernatural kink meme. For the prompt "J2. Webcam!Sex!". Which, surprisingly enough, is just what it is. =P
Disclaimer: Just a product of my sick imagination and makes no claims otherwise.
This fic now has a sequel: Short-Distance Relationships
“Jay, I really don’t know about this.” Jensen crosses his arms and ducks his head, looking resolutely away. He stares at a stack of CDs next to his laptop, wondering if Jared would be mad if he started rearranging them instead of doing this.
“Come on, Jen,” Jared wheedles, shoving his hair back out of his eyes with both hands, “it’ll be fun.” He presses his face close to the monitor, gripping the sides of it. “For me? You know how bad I miss you, Jensen. And you’re, like, on another continent right now!”
Jensen snorts and still quite won’t meet Jared’s eyes, even through the medium of a computer monitor, glancing around his generic hotel room instead. “’Like’ on another continent?” he mocks. “I am on another continent.”
“Blah blah, stop being a dick and open your present already!” Jared grins, dimples flashing.
“I did,” Jensen says flatly. “It’s very…pink.”
Jared rubs a hand through his hair. “Eheh, yeah, sorry. I couldn’t help myself. So have you tried it out yet?”
“No!” Jensen finally meets Jared’s laughing face head on. “It’s pink, Jay!”
Jared waves him off. “I didn’t want you to be fucked by anything more manly than me,” he jokes.
“It’s like…Barbie’s personal vibrator,” Jensen complains, picking at the arm of his chair.
Jared grins. “So where is it?”
Jensen sighs and reaches to the table on his left, pulling out of the camera’s sight for half a second. Jared’s big, digitalized eyes follow him and Jensen wonders why on Earth he’s keeping this thing out in the open when it really should be buried at the bottom of his travel bag. Or, you know, the Thames River. When Jensen sits back down in his seat, he’s holding Jared’s gift in his lap but he’s carefully not looking at it or Jared.
Jared raises his eyebrows. “Well?” Jensen colors slightly and holds the dildo up for Jared’s inspection. The plastic is spongy under his fingertips and he feels dirty just holding it.
“Happy?” he asks.
“Very,” Jared purrs. “Now take off your shirt.”
Jensen stares at Jared. “You haven’t even bought me dinner yet, bitch,” he deadpans.
Jared mock-growls. “You’re in a hotel in England. What you want me to do, call long-distance and order you room service?”
Jensen shrugs and bites his lip to hide a grin. “Might be a nice gesture.”
Jared wrinkles his nose. “As soon as you get home, I’m totally putting you in your place.” Jensen raises an eyebrow and Jared snaps his teeth at the camera. “On your hands and knees on the floor like a good little bitch and you’ll fucking like it.”
Jensen looks away and raises a hand over his face to try and hide not only his smile but his rising blush. “Promises, Jay,” he shoots back.
“Yeaaaah,” Jared drawls. “So is your door locked?” Jensen nods absently, still staring at a spot on the blank wall. “So take off your shirt.”
Jensen swallows, feeling nervous, but willing to give Jared this. He wouldn’t feel awkward about being shirtless if Jared was in the same room with him, so why are there butterflies in his stomach from doing it in front of a webcam for Jared? …Probably because he feels like he’s shooting a porno, Jensen thinks, and pulls his T-shirt over his head before he can chicken out.
“Oh, yeah, Jen,” Jared moans, lips working like he’d love to start sucking at Jensen’s skin. Jensen shivers just thinking about it.
“I’m going to turn up the thermostat,” he whispers and Jared nods. Jensen jumps up and skitters away from the camera, mentally berating himself as he headed towards the temperature controls. He was being ridiculous. This was freaking Jared. Yeah, there was a computer or two currently between them as well as a couple thousand miles but it wasn’t as if Jensen had never met Jared before. Or, you know fucked him. He punches the temperature up five degrees and reaches a decision.
He heads back to where the laptop was sitting on the hotel table and picks it up, carrying it a few feet to his right. “Whoa!” Jared says. “I’m just getting a shaky shot of your chest! It’s kind of hot. What are you doing, Jen?”
Jensen settles the laptop down on the bed, angling it so Jared can see him and the sheets. “Just…” he trails off to force down his blush before clearing his throat and trying again for a sexy voice. “Just getting more comfortable, Jay…”
Jared groans and closes his eyes. “Christ, Jensen. You’re going to kill me.”
“I hope not,” Jensen says, clutching the sheets under his hands. “’Cause I kind of got plans for you.”
“Oh fuck yeah,” Jared moans. “Jen-”
“Hold on,” Jensen interrupts and jumps up to grab the dildo off the table where he’d left it. He settles back down on the bed and shows it to Jared. “I, uh, forgot something important.”
Jared bites his lip hard and drops his head. When he looks up again, Jensen feels a stab of desire from the heat in his eyes. “Touch yourself, Jen. God, please, touch yourself.” Jensen tentatively puts a hand on his own thigh and Jared exhales noisily. “Go slow, baby, gentle. Touch your chest, yeah, like that.” Jensen follows Jared’s command, shivering as he ghosts his fingers over his skin. “Took off your shirt and you're so damn hot. Should show yourself a little appreciation. God, Jen, if I was there, I’d be sucking on your collarbone, running my hands down to flick at your nipples, you know that?”
Jensen groans and his eyes slip closed. “Jared…”
“Yeah, Jen, can you touch your nipples for me? Real lightly, just slide your thumb over them.” Jensen follows the instructions and gasps, arching his back. “Oh, yeah… And I’d suck them too. Christ, Jen, wet your fingers for me.” Jensen pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking them in and out for Jared’s benefit, listening to the panting coming from his laptop’s speakers. “Yeah. Yeah. Run those wet tips over your nipples for me. I want to see them.” His fingers slide slickly over his chest, leaving a wet trail that makes him shiver with anything but cold.
Jensen licks his lips and slowly dares to open his eyes again to peek at Jared, still feeling a little nervous but a lot more wanton. “Feeling a little exposed here, Jay,” he whispers.
“Oh, shit, yeah,” Jared says, ripping his shirt off over his head and baring his hard muscled chest. “I just got excited watching you touch yourself for me, Jen.”
Jensen nods and flicks his thumb over his nipple again to hear Jared’s sharp inhale. “Touch yourself for me, Jay.”
“Fuck yeah,” Jared says. “Where, Jensen? Where do you want me to touch?”
Jensen colors but decides that since he’s here, he might as well go all the way. “I want to touch your abs,” he says. “I love your abs.” It was a kink Jensen didn’t know he even had until he met Jared and his ridiculously muscled body.
“Oh yeah,” Jared says, running his hands over his stomach. “I fucking love it when you touch me, Jen.”
Jensen moans staring at the sight of Jared molesting himself on camera and feeling his dick throb. He gives it a soothing rub and hitches his breath. “And that little groove between your hip and your stomach, Jay,” he whines, feeling an edge of desperation skittering through his nerves. “God, I want to lick it.” He wanted to bury his face in it and never come back out again.
As Jensen watches, Jared licks his finger and stands to push down his boxers. Jensen gets a close up of Jared’s chiseled abs and he restrains himself from licking the screen but Jared’s pushing his boxers down even more and Jensen can see the top of his dick, see the furry trail leading to and around it. He whines and Jared flicks a shiny finger up his hip, sliding it under the muscle where Jensen desperately wants to be. “Fuck, Jay…”
Jared’s panting when his face comes into view again. “God, Jen, hold on,” he says and the camera shakes, Jared moving onto the bed and propping it up so that when sits back down and stretches out, Jensen has a straight, clear shot of most of his body and face. “That better?” he asks, still moving the camera a bit.
“Yeah,” Jensen whispers, hoarse. “Yeah, that’s really good, Jay.”
Jared pushes his boxers completely off and cups his dick with a groan, flexing his hips off the bed and Jensen whimpers, his own hips stuttering in sympathy. “Take off your pants, Jen,” Jared growls and Jensen can’t get them off fast enough. He rolls onto his back, lifts his ass off the bed and shoves them off his hips, scraping his swollen dick but not caring as long as they came off. He rips them off his legs, throwing them onto the ground. “So fucking hot, Jen,” Jared says. “Pull the camera back a bit. I want to see you.” Jensen shoves the laptop further back on the bed, putting a few pillows under it to leverage it up until he hears Jared moan. “Fuck yeah, Jen, your dick’s so hard… Lick your palm and stroke it for me.”
Jensen keeps his eyes focused on Jared’s, feeling Jared’s desire stabbing through him, and slowly licks his palm and reaches between his legs. “Yeah,” Jared says and reaches into the drawer beside the bed. Jensen’s nostrils flare because when Jared pulls his hand back out and resumes stroking his cock, his grip is making a filthy wet sound. Jensen jerks his hips towards the camera, desperate to feel Jared’s gigantic cock filling him up. His spit-slicked palm on his dick just isn’t enough. “Where’s your present, Jensen?” Jared asks and Jensen’s shudders.
He fumbles for the dildo beside him on the bed then stretches over to grab the lube he’d hidden in the nightstand. He pops the top but Jared’s growly voice stops him. “Wet it for me, Jen. I’m lubing up my cock for you, but I want you to wet it first. Suck it for me.” With a whimper, Jensen brings the toy to his mouth, tongue flicking out to lick the head before popping it whole into his mouth, Jared’s “Oh yeah, Jen,” wringing in his ears. He works the fake cock in and out of his mouth, lips closing around the shaft and pretends it’s Jared’s. It doesn’t fill him near as much as Jared’s would and it’s not leaking salty precome onto his tongue but it’s the best he’s got. He moans around it.
“God, Jensen, so damn hot… God. Lube it up for me. Please Jen.” Jensen pops the dildo out of his mouth slicks it with lube instead, moving it down between his legs. “Yeah, Jen, put it in. Put it in, I want to see it stretch you…I want to see you so desperate for it ‘cause I know what a fucking cockslut you are-”
Jensen presses it inside of himself, gasping, back arching. “Jay…”
“Right here, baby. I’m right here. God, fuck yourself, Jen… Show me how much you want it…”
Jensen heels dig into the bed and he lifts his hips off the bed as he works the dildo in and out of his hole. He keens as he angles it towards his prostate. “Switch it on,” Jared growls and Jensen’s eyes fly open. On? “Flip it to the third setting.”
Wide-eyed and trembling, Jensen rolls up to grip the bit sticking out of his ass and feeling the small switch on the end. Shivering, he turns it on and gasps at the low vibrations that echo up his spine. “Third setting, Jen,” Jared reminds him. And Jensen closes his eyes and twists the bottom dial twice.
An irregular thudding puts him flat on his back, writhing on the bed and hips pulsing as he fights to escape and get closer at the same time. “God, Jared, God, fuck, I can’t-please, oh GOD!”
“Yeah,” Jared says, slick hand speeding up on his cock as he watches Jensen gasp and buck and shudder and try to fight off the pleasure streaking through his body. “I know what you like,” Jared growls. “I know how you’d just love me to grab your hips and fuck into you whether you liked it or not. Using your tight ass rough and hard for my own pleasure and knowing there’s not a damn thing you can do about it-”
“PLEASE, JAY-!” Jensen’s plea cuts off as he comes with a silent scream, his back arching and hot warmth splattering onto his stomach.
“God, fuck, Jen!” Jensen hears as he flops down on the bed but he can’t look at Jared because the vibrator is still in his ass and still pounding against his prostate, making him convulse with each electronic pulse. He wrenches the thing out of himself just in time to see Jared come with Jensen’s name ripping from his throat, his giant cock spurting its load onto Jared’s rock hard abs.
Jensen tries to relearn how to breathe as he stares at the computer screen.
“Fuck,” Jared said, giving his cock a few last strokes, his leg jerking. “That was gooood…”
Jensen nods and gives Jared a weary smile, not bothering to lift his head up off the bed. “Yeah,” he agrees.
Jared grins. “All fucked out, huh?” Jensen nods. “Can I see it?”
Jensen blinks. “What?” He holds up the still lubed but discarded vibrator but Jared waves it away.
“Not your new friend, Jen, you hole. I want to see how good of a job he did. Bend over for me?”
Jensen blushes bright red and feels an urge to dive for the blankets. He’s too tired, though, to move fast.
“I love it when you blush, Jensen,” Jared admits. “Fucking turns me on.”
Jensen’s heart clenches at the words and he feels warmth spreading through his body and it’s not just the blush which is getting hotter. “You’re insatiable,” he murmurs.
“Yeah, you know. Please let me see it, Jen?” And Jensen has no idea why but he’s up on his knees and turning around. “Yeah, Jen, just like that.” Jensen bends over and spreads his cheeks, blush firmly in place. “Oh fuck yeah. God that’s hot, Jen. He stretched you out nice, didn’t he? Not as much as me but that’s okay.” Jensen turns his face to peek at Jared over his shoulder. “’Course I would have made sure you had a load of come in there, too.”
Jensen’s dick twitches and he snaps upright. “Christ, Jay…” He turns to face Jared.
Jared grins. “Liked that?”
“You’re a fricking tease, Padalecki,” Jensen growls and sits back down in front of the laptop.
“Hey now, I totally just put out for you! It’s not teasing if I follow through!”
Jensen grins behind a hand. “Still going to spank you when I get home.”
“Mmm,” Jared purrs, rolling his hips. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
“I bet you would,” Jensen says and stares at the computer, trying not to let the twist of loneliness and longing fuck up the mood they were sharing.
However, Jared does it for him. “If I were there, we’d totally be cuddling by now.”
Jensen nods and feels a stab of sadness. God, he’s pathetic. He looks down at the generic hotel sheets, half afraid that if he meets Jared’s eyes, he just might cry.
“Two more days,” Jared says and Jensen finally looks up. “Two more days and I’m totally fucking you on the floor and then you can haul me to the bedroom and paddle my ass before fucking me into the mattress.”
Jensen grins, his blush still firmly in place but okay with it. Two more days. Two more days and was going to jump Jared in the car before they even got home from the airport. He bites his lip and smiles at Jared who flashes his dimples again. Yeah.
Sequel: Short-Distance Relationships
Title: Long Distance Relationships
Author: dragonspell
Series: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen (J2)
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2,700.
Summary: Written for the blindfold_spn Supernatural kink meme. For the prompt "J2. Webcam!Sex!". Which, surprisingly enough, is just what it is. =P
Disclaimer: Just a product of my sick imagination and makes no claims otherwise.
This fic now has a sequel: Short-Distance Relationships
“Jay, I really don’t know about this.” Jensen crosses his arms and ducks his head, looking resolutely away. He stares at a stack of CDs next to his laptop, wondering if Jared would be mad if he started rearranging them instead of doing this.
“Come on, Jen,” Jared wheedles, shoving his hair back out of his eyes with both hands, “it’ll be fun.” He presses his face close to the monitor, gripping the sides of it. “For me? You know how bad I miss you, Jensen. And you’re, like, on another continent right now!”
Jensen snorts and still quite won’t meet Jared’s eyes, even through the medium of a computer monitor, glancing around his generic hotel room instead. “’Like’ on another continent?” he mocks. “I am on another continent.”
“Blah blah, stop being a dick and open your present already!” Jared grins, dimples flashing.
“I did,” Jensen says flatly. “It’s very…pink.”
Jared rubs a hand through his hair. “Eheh, yeah, sorry. I couldn’t help myself. So have you tried it out yet?”
“No!” Jensen finally meets Jared’s laughing face head on. “It’s pink, Jay!”
Jared waves him off. “I didn’t want you to be fucked by anything more manly than me,” he jokes.
“It’s like…Barbie’s personal vibrator,” Jensen complains, picking at the arm of his chair.
Jared grins. “So where is it?”
Jensen sighs and reaches to the table on his left, pulling out of the camera’s sight for half a second. Jared’s big, digitalized eyes follow him and Jensen wonders why on Earth he’s keeping this thing out in the open when it really should be buried at the bottom of his travel bag. Or, you know, the Thames River. When Jensen sits back down in his seat, he’s holding Jared’s gift in his lap but he’s carefully not looking at it or Jared.
Jared raises his eyebrows. “Well?” Jensen colors slightly and holds the dildo up for Jared’s inspection. The plastic is spongy under his fingertips and he feels dirty just holding it.
“Happy?” he asks.
“Very,” Jared purrs. “Now take off your shirt.”
Jensen stares at Jared. “You haven’t even bought me dinner yet, bitch,” he deadpans.
Jared mock-growls. “You’re in a hotel in England. What you want me to do, call long-distance and order you room service?”
Jensen shrugs and bites his lip to hide a grin. “Might be a nice gesture.”
Jared wrinkles his nose. “As soon as you get home, I’m totally putting you in your place.” Jensen raises an eyebrow and Jared snaps his teeth at the camera. “On your hands and knees on the floor like a good little bitch and you’ll fucking like it.”
Jensen looks away and raises a hand over his face to try and hide not only his smile but his rising blush. “Promises, Jay,” he shoots back.
“Yeaaaah,” Jared drawls. “So is your door locked?” Jensen nods absently, still staring at a spot on the blank wall. “So take off your shirt.”
Jensen swallows, feeling nervous, but willing to give Jared this. He wouldn’t feel awkward about being shirtless if Jared was in the same room with him, so why are there butterflies in his stomach from doing it in front of a webcam for Jared? …Probably because he feels like he’s shooting a porno, Jensen thinks, and pulls his T-shirt over his head before he can chicken out.
“Oh, yeah, Jen,” Jared moans, lips working like he’d love to start sucking at Jensen’s skin. Jensen shivers just thinking about it.
“I’m going to turn up the thermostat,” he whispers and Jared nods. Jensen jumps up and skitters away from the camera, mentally berating himself as he headed towards the temperature controls. He was being ridiculous. This was freaking Jared. Yeah, there was a computer or two currently between them as well as a couple thousand miles but it wasn’t as if Jensen had never met Jared before. Or, you know fucked him. He punches the temperature up five degrees and reaches a decision.
He heads back to where the laptop was sitting on the hotel table and picks it up, carrying it a few feet to his right. “Whoa!” Jared says. “I’m just getting a shaky shot of your chest! It’s kind of hot. What are you doing, Jen?”
Jensen settles the laptop down on the bed, angling it so Jared can see him and the sheets. “Just…” he trails off to force down his blush before clearing his throat and trying again for a sexy voice. “Just getting more comfortable, Jay…”
Jared groans and closes his eyes. “Christ, Jensen. You’re going to kill me.”
“I hope not,” Jensen says, clutching the sheets under his hands. “’Cause I kind of got plans for you.”
“Oh fuck yeah,” Jared moans. “Jen-”
“Hold on,” Jensen interrupts and jumps up to grab the dildo off the table where he’d left it. He settles back down on the bed and shows it to Jared. “I, uh, forgot something important.”
Jared bites his lip hard and drops his head. When he looks up again, Jensen feels a stab of desire from the heat in his eyes. “Touch yourself, Jen. God, please, touch yourself.” Jensen tentatively puts a hand on his own thigh and Jared exhales noisily. “Go slow, baby, gentle. Touch your chest, yeah, like that.” Jensen follows Jared’s command, shivering as he ghosts his fingers over his skin. “Took off your shirt and you're so damn hot. Should show yourself a little appreciation. God, Jen, if I was there, I’d be sucking on your collarbone, running my hands down to flick at your nipples, you know that?”
Jensen groans and his eyes slip closed. “Jared…”
“Yeah, Jen, can you touch your nipples for me? Real lightly, just slide your thumb over them.” Jensen follows the instructions and gasps, arching his back. “Oh, yeah… And I’d suck them too. Christ, Jen, wet your fingers for me.” Jensen pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking them in and out for Jared’s benefit, listening to the panting coming from his laptop’s speakers. “Yeah. Yeah. Run those wet tips over your nipples for me. I want to see them.” His fingers slide slickly over his chest, leaving a wet trail that makes him shiver with anything but cold.
Jensen licks his lips and slowly dares to open his eyes again to peek at Jared, still feeling a little nervous but a lot more wanton. “Feeling a little exposed here, Jay,” he whispers.
“Oh, shit, yeah,” Jared says, ripping his shirt off over his head and baring his hard muscled chest. “I just got excited watching you touch yourself for me, Jen.”
Jensen nods and flicks his thumb over his nipple again to hear Jared’s sharp inhale. “Touch yourself for me, Jay.”
“Fuck yeah,” Jared says. “Where, Jensen? Where do you want me to touch?”
Jensen colors but decides that since he’s here, he might as well go all the way. “I want to touch your abs,” he says. “I love your abs.” It was a kink Jensen didn’t know he even had until he met Jared and his ridiculously muscled body.
“Oh yeah,” Jared says, running his hands over his stomach. “I fucking love it when you touch me, Jen.”
Jensen moans staring at the sight of Jared molesting himself on camera and feeling his dick throb. He gives it a soothing rub and hitches his breath. “And that little groove between your hip and your stomach, Jay,” he whines, feeling an edge of desperation skittering through his nerves. “God, I want to lick it.” He wanted to bury his face in it and never come back out again.
As Jensen watches, Jared licks his finger and stands to push down his boxers. Jensen gets a close up of Jared’s chiseled abs and he restrains himself from licking the screen but Jared’s pushing his boxers down even more and Jensen can see the top of his dick, see the furry trail leading to and around it. He whines and Jared flicks a shiny finger up his hip, sliding it under the muscle where Jensen desperately wants to be. “Fuck, Jay…”
Jared’s panting when his face comes into view again. “God, Jen, hold on,” he says and the camera shakes, Jared moving onto the bed and propping it up so that when sits back down and stretches out, Jensen has a straight, clear shot of most of his body and face. “That better?” he asks, still moving the camera a bit.
“Yeah,” Jensen whispers, hoarse. “Yeah, that’s really good, Jay.”
Jared pushes his boxers completely off and cups his dick with a groan, flexing his hips off the bed and Jensen whimpers, his own hips stuttering in sympathy. “Take off your pants, Jen,” Jared growls and Jensen can’t get them off fast enough. He rolls onto his back, lifts his ass off the bed and shoves them off his hips, scraping his swollen dick but not caring as long as they came off. He rips them off his legs, throwing them onto the ground. “So fucking hot, Jen,” Jared says. “Pull the camera back a bit. I want to see you.” Jensen shoves the laptop further back on the bed, putting a few pillows under it to leverage it up until he hears Jared moan. “Fuck yeah, Jen, your dick’s so hard… Lick your palm and stroke it for me.”
Jensen keeps his eyes focused on Jared’s, feeling Jared’s desire stabbing through him, and slowly licks his palm and reaches between his legs. “Yeah,” Jared says and reaches into the drawer beside the bed. Jensen’s nostrils flare because when Jared pulls his hand back out and resumes stroking his cock, his grip is making a filthy wet sound. Jensen jerks his hips towards the camera, desperate to feel Jared’s gigantic cock filling him up. His spit-slicked palm on his dick just isn’t enough. “Where’s your present, Jensen?” Jared asks and Jensen’s shudders.
He fumbles for the dildo beside him on the bed then stretches over to grab the lube he’d hidden in the nightstand. He pops the top but Jared’s growly voice stops him. “Wet it for me, Jen. I’m lubing up my cock for you, but I want you to wet it first. Suck it for me.” With a whimper, Jensen brings the toy to his mouth, tongue flicking out to lick the head before popping it whole into his mouth, Jared’s “Oh yeah, Jen,” wringing in his ears. He works the fake cock in and out of his mouth, lips closing around the shaft and pretends it’s Jared’s. It doesn’t fill him near as much as Jared’s would and it’s not leaking salty precome onto his tongue but it’s the best he’s got. He moans around it.
“God, Jensen, so damn hot… God. Lube it up for me. Please Jen.” Jensen pops the dildo out of his mouth slicks it with lube instead, moving it down between his legs. “Yeah, Jen, put it in. Put it in, I want to see it stretch you…I want to see you so desperate for it ‘cause I know what a fucking cockslut you are-”
Jensen presses it inside of himself, gasping, back arching. “Jay…”
“Right here, baby. I’m right here. God, fuck yourself, Jen… Show me how much you want it…”
Jensen heels dig into the bed and he lifts his hips off the bed as he works the dildo in and out of his hole. He keens as he angles it towards his prostate. “Switch it on,” Jared growls and Jensen’s eyes fly open. On? “Flip it to the third setting.”
Wide-eyed and trembling, Jensen rolls up to grip the bit sticking out of his ass and feeling the small switch on the end. Shivering, he turns it on and gasps at the low vibrations that echo up his spine. “Third setting, Jen,” Jared reminds him. And Jensen closes his eyes and twists the bottom dial twice.
An irregular thudding puts him flat on his back, writhing on the bed and hips pulsing as he fights to escape and get closer at the same time. “God, Jared, God, fuck, I can’t-please, oh GOD!”
“Yeah,” Jared says, slick hand speeding up on his cock as he watches Jensen gasp and buck and shudder and try to fight off the pleasure streaking through his body. “I know what you like,” Jared growls. “I know how you’d just love me to grab your hips and fuck into you whether you liked it or not. Using your tight ass rough and hard for my own pleasure and knowing there’s not a damn thing you can do about it-”
“PLEASE, JAY-!” Jensen’s plea cuts off as he comes with a silent scream, his back arching and hot warmth splattering onto his stomach.
“God, fuck, Jen!” Jensen hears as he flops down on the bed but he can’t look at Jared because the vibrator is still in his ass and still pounding against his prostate, making him convulse with each electronic pulse. He wrenches the thing out of himself just in time to see Jared come with Jensen’s name ripping from his throat, his giant cock spurting its load onto Jared’s rock hard abs.
Jensen tries to relearn how to breathe as he stares at the computer screen.
“Fuck,” Jared said, giving his cock a few last strokes, his leg jerking. “That was gooood…”
Jensen nods and gives Jared a weary smile, not bothering to lift his head up off the bed. “Yeah,” he agrees.
Jared grins. “All fucked out, huh?” Jensen nods. “Can I see it?”
Jensen blinks. “What?” He holds up the still lubed but discarded vibrator but Jared waves it away.
“Not your new friend, Jen, you hole. I want to see how good of a job he did. Bend over for me?”
Jensen blushes bright red and feels an urge to dive for the blankets. He’s too tired, though, to move fast.
“I love it when you blush, Jensen,” Jared admits. “Fucking turns me on.”
Jensen’s heart clenches at the words and he feels warmth spreading through his body and it’s not just the blush which is getting hotter. “You’re insatiable,” he murmurs.
“Yeah, you know. Please let me see it, Jen?” And Jensen has no idea why but he’s up on his knees and turning around. “Yeah, Jen, just like that.” Jensen bends over and spreads his cheeks, blush firmly in place. “Oh fuck yeah. God that’s hot, Jen. He stretched you out nice, didn’t he? Not as much as me but that’s okay.” Jensen turns his face to peek at Jared over his shoulder. “’Course I would have made sure you had a load of come in there, too.”
Jensen’s dick twitches and he snaps upright. “Christ, Jay…” He turns to face Jared.
Jared grins. “Liked that?”
“You’re a fricking tease, Padalecki,” Jensen growls and sits back down in front of the laptop.
“Hey now, I totally just put out for you! It’s not teasing if I follow through!”
Jensen grins behind a hand. “Still going to spank you when I get home.”
“Mmm,” Jared purrs, rolling his hips. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
“I bet you would,” Jensen says and stares at the computer, trying not to let the twist of loneliness and longing fuck up the mood they were sharing.
However, Jared does it for him. “If I were there, we’d totally be cuddling by now.”
Jensen nods and feels a stab of sadness. God, he’s pathetic. He looks down at the generic hotel sheets, half afraid that if he meets Jared’s eyes, he just might cry.
“Two more days,” Jared says and Jensen finally looks up. “Two more days and I’m totally fucking you on the floor and then you can haul me to the bedroom and paddle my ass before fucking me into the mattress.”
Jensen grins, his blush still firmly in place but okay with it. Two more days. Two more days and was going to jump Jared in the car before they even got home from the airport. He bites his lip and smiles at Jared who flashes his dimples again. Yeah.
Sequel: Short-Distance Relationships