Fic: RPS (Jared/Jensen): Short-Distance Relationships (Sequel)
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Title: Short-Distance Relationships
Author: dragonspell
Series: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen (J2)
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 5350
Summary: Sequel to Long-Distance Relationships, however, it can stand on its own if you want. Jensen comes home to a ready and willing Jared. Schmoop and porn ensue.
“-Flight 219 for Chicago is now boarding at Gate 9. Attention Airport Guests, Flight 219-” Jensen tunes out the perfectly polite and perfectly bored sounding female voice as he navigates his way through the crowds at San Antonio International. He doesn’t want to know what’s leaving when or what particular flight’s been delayed. All he wants is to get the fuck out of here.
The crowds are starting to push in on him, narrowing Jensen’s world to just barely a few inches of air and he firmly shoves down the panic attack he feels blocking his throat. He’s a goddamned celebrity, always in and out of crushes of people. You’d think he’d be used to this by now.
At least nobody seems to be noticing him today. There’s no well-meaning but bad-timed fans swarming around him begging for pictures or autographs and Jensen wants to keep it that way. He tugs his baseball hat further over his eyes and bows his head, trying his damnedest to convince himself he’s in a wide-open field instead of being about to break down and cry as he’s slowly strangled to death by thousands of people breathing his air. He takes a deep breath and drags his suitcase into another relatively spacious lobby. God but he wishes he was anywhere but here.
England had been fucking depressing what with the generic hotel rooms and all the fucking rain and the missing Jared like a whole in chest. Which is just incredibly pathetic as he’s only been gone for a week but Jensen’s not going to bother lying to himself. He’s stupidly head over heels and apparently pining but the least he can do is be honest in the privacy of his own mind.
Just as he feels his body start to relax, gigantic arms close around him, crushing him to a hard chest and Jensen barely stops himself from punching the hugging stranger in the nose. Good thing, too, because it would have been hard to explain to Jared who’s rumbling in his ear about how much he missed him. Jensen’s body goes from panicked to pathetically melted in about two sad seconds.
He grips Jared’s right arm with both hands and leans just a little bit into the hug before he pulls away to mirror Jared’s infectious smile. “Hey,” he says, forcing the word past the emotion suddenly choking his vocal chords.
Jared’s grin widens. “Hey,” he says back and strokes Jensen’s cheek.
It’s a sign of just how damn much Jensen missed him that Jensen allows the sappy bit of PDA. And Jared, knowing Jensen’s hang-ups, doesn’t press for more, but his eyes go soft with warmth. “So, uh, ready to go?” Jared asks brightly, jerking his thumb towards the thronging crowds and hopefully an exit with a certain Denali parked right outside.
Jensen nods. “God, yes, man,” he says and follows Jared into the swarm. Pitifully enough, Jensen’s dying to hold Jared’s hand. He rolls his eyes at himself and clears his throat. “So, I damn near just had a heart attack back there,” he jokes. “How the Hell did you sneak up on me?”
Jared grins down at him. “Thought I was some deranged kidnapper about to drag you off and rape you repeatedly?”
If Jensen rolls his eyes any harder, they might be in danger of dropping out of his head. “You wish,” he snorts and Jared takes pity on him.
“I was calling you man and walked right up but I guess you were focused. I’m sorry, I thought you saw me. I thought that’s why you stopped.” His face turns somber. “I didn’t mean to scare you, Jen.”
Jensen nods at the apology and purses his lips, trying to keep a straight face as he glances up at Jared out of the corner of his eye. “I was just focused on how much I wanted to get home and screw a certain somebody into the ground.” He loves how Jared’s face lights up at the words.
“That a threat, Smeckles?” Jared’s dimples ask.
Jensen shrugs. “Depends on how you feel about your ass.” He can see the light of day streaming gloriously through the windows of the outside walls, the chokehold around his airway loosening, and his playful side is coming out. Finally.
Jared “accidentally” bumps into Jensen, leaning down the few inches to growl into Jensen’s ear, “Oh, I like my ass just fine, thanks,” and Jensen shivers. He ducks his head to hide his grin even as he savors the twang of arousal seeping through his body and speeds up, using longer strides to eat up the distance between him and the way out. Jared follows him easily and when they reach the bank of doors, he jumps in front of Jensen to solicitously trigger the sensors. He gives a little bow and gestures outside.
Jensen snorts as he passes by. “It doesn’t count when they’re automatic doors, asshole.”
Jared shrugs, his hands diving into his pockets as he looks innocently skyward. “I just didn’t know if you’d be tall enough for them to notice you…”
“Shut up, Gigantor.” Over the years, Jensen has refused to develop a complex about his height in proportion to Jared but that doesn’t mean that the short jokes are going to stop. Ever. 6 foot is a perfectly normal, respectable height, damn it. “I’m surprised you didn’t hit your head on the top of the door,” he shoots back. When he finally gets outside, he stops for a moment on the sidewalk, breathing deeply. He’s still in the city and crowds of people are still milling around him but it still feels like he just got out of prison.
Jared grins and starts bouncing around him like an overexcited puppy, encroaching on his space but Jensen doesn’t mind. He never does as long as it’s Jared. Jared points at a corner of the vast parking lot. “We’re over there.”
“You sure?” Jensen teases and starts heading towards where Jared parked. “’Cause I seem to remember last time-”
Jared mocks frowns. “You promised we weren’t going to talk about that anymore.”
“Just sayin’. When you’re 150% sure that you parked in Lot B and we finally find the car an hour later over in E…” Jared cuffs him in the back of the head and Jensen laughs. “Aren’t you a celebrity?” he says instead, shooting Jared a grin. “Can’t you park in the VIP section or something?”
“Oh,” Jared deadpans, “I was parked there but once they found out I was only here to pick you up, they told me I had to move it so they could have the space in case somebody actually important flies in.”
“Jackass,” Jensen replies fondly.
The truck, thankfully, is approximately where Jared thought it was, only taking them 10 minutes of searching to find it so Jensen decides not to tease Jared too much about it. It’s hard to tease anyway when you’re sliding into the truck, just barely getting the door closed beside you and your boyfriend is grabbing you and attempting to suck your tonsils out through your mouth. Jensen gasps and grips Jared’s large hands as they gently cup Jensen’s face, thumbs stroking over his cheeks. Jensen might be whimpering as well but he wants to think he’s a little bit smoother than that. At this point, it’s all he can do to stay in his own seat and not jump across to sling a leg over Jared’s lap, steering wheel and airport parking lot be damned.
It’s the fact that they ARE in an airport parking lot-a parking lot that just might have cameras, thank you very much-that causes Jensen to break away, hand pushing at Jared’s chest. “Later,” he murmurs and tries to slow his racing heart.
Jared gives him another quick promise of a kiss, staring at Jensen’s face. “I missed you, Jen,” he says seriously and Jensen feels a flush slowly cover his face.
He bites his lip and looks at the floor. Jared must have just gotten the Denali detailed because there’s not a speck of dirt or stay bit of dog hair on the mat. “Missed you, too,” Jensen finally mumbles and Jared gives him another peck, this time on the cheek and starts the truck.
Jensen keeps sneaking glances at Jared out of the corner of his eye as the city of San Antonio flies by outside the window. He feels more than just a little like a 13 year old girl.
“Are you checking me out?” Jared finally rumbles, laugh just barely contained.
Jensen flushes again and closes his eyes briefly. “Maybe,” he says and then laughs at himself before turning to look fully at Jared. “I really missed you, Jay.”
Jared nods and glances back over at Jensen. He stares, mouth twitching up at the corner until Jensen finally gives in. “What?” he asks, feeling slightly self-conscious.
“Soon as we get home,” Jared replies.
Pleasure makes Jensen flush even more and he smiles. “Soon as we get home, what?”
Jared grins wickedly. “I’m going to get you naked, bend you over and eat you out.” He licks out his tongue in demonstration.
Jensen blinks. Stares. Blinks again. And flushes red. “Jesus, Jay.” Trust Jared to just put that out there.
“Hey. A webcam only provides so much…” Jensen thought he couldn’t flush any hotter but he was wrong. Oh so wrong. For the past three days of the week he’d been away, after Jared had finally convinced him to do it, they’d been… ‘conversing’ nightly via webcam. And the stuff Jared had talked him into doing during those chats… Jensen closes his eyes and feels his cock start to fill. Privately, he wonders if he’s going to get hard each time Jared mentions the word ‘webcam’ from now on. Then he wonders out loud.
Jared’s smile turns downright devilish. “That’d be awesome.”
“For you, maybe,” Jensen says ruefully, rubbing his dick through his jeans and loving how Jared tracks the motion. He can already think of a few ways Jared could abuse a Pavlovian response like that.
“Awesome for you too if I dropped to my knees every time it happened and sucked you off and God, Jen, if you want to actually make it home today, stop touching your dick.”
Jensen quirks an eyebrow and gives himself one last firm stroke before putting his hands safely at his side. “Can’t handle it?”
Jared growls. “I’m getting jealous over here.”
Both of Jensen’s eyebrows raise. “Of my dick?”
“Of you touching my property,” Jared replies and Jensen’s cock jumps. His face is burning and Jared’s dimples say he knows exactly what Jensen’s thinking about right now. Jensen shakes off the image of Jared shoving him onto his knees and teaching him just who he belongs to and tries desperately to focus on the right here and now. San Antonio is still directly outside the truck window and they’re still driving on the highway. Now would not be a good time to beg Jared to fuck him.
“…You need to learn how to share,” Jensen finally chokes out.
Jared sticks his tongue out and curls it upward. “Middle child, dude. You know how it goes. I learned how to stake out my territory early and fight to the death for it.”
“Uh…huh,” Jensen says. When Jared focuses on the road again, Jensen carefully stares straight ahead and sneaks a hand into Jared’s lap. His fingers slide over the rough denim on Jared’s thigh and onto his crotch, teasing at the fly of Jared’s jeans.
“Jen!” Jared coats the word with shock and eyes Jensen, pretending that he’s scandalized.
Jensen meets his look head on, flush finally retreating as he smiles. “Just getting a good handle on *my* property,” he says innocently. “You know how it goes, Jay. Middle child.”
Jared growls and presses Jensen’s hand down against his cock, grinding for a few quick moments before removing the temptation entirely. Jensen stares bemusedly down at Jared’s giant paw holding his hand so casually and gives Jared a quick squeeze. Jared squeezes back. “Almost there, Jen,” he says and turns left a little fast.
Jensen shifts in his seat to lean over and blow on Jared’s ear, delighting in the shivers rippling through Jared’s large body. “Good.”
Jared groans. “Killing me, Jen. You’re killing me.” Jensen gives Jared’s ear a quick nuzzle before retreating back into his own space though he keeps his hand in Jared’s, stroking his thumb over Jared’s skin.
They truck spends the rest of the trip traveling at least 15 miles over the speed limit and they turn into the driveway a lot sooner than usual. Jared slams the Denali into park once he’s gets it into the garage and doesn’t bother waiting for the door to finish closing behind them before he’s grabbing Jensen’s face and kissing him senseless. Jensen moans and fumbles for his seatbelt. His numb fingers eventually find the release and leans closer to press himself against Jared. Jared buries his hands in Jensen’s hair and uses the leverage to change the angle of the kiss.
By the time they break for air, Jensen’s somehow managed to snake both his hands under Jared’s button-down shirt, running his palms through the light fur Jared will wax off before the next season and caressing the muscle underneath. He’s so blindingly hard, he’s half-convinced he’s going to explode before he even gets a chance to come. Jared, though, apparently didn’t get that memo, because he pulls back, licking his lips and Jensen whines, mindlessly trying to follow him. Jared growls and holds Jensen’s head still for one more rough kiss before he lets go and drags Jensen’s wandering hands out from under his shirt. “Inside,” he rasps and jumps out of the truck.
Jensen stares dumbly at the spot Jared just vacated for a few long seconds before his brain manages to restart and he’s shoving the door open, nearly falling onto the ground in his haste to follow. Jared’s left the door to the house open and Jensen runs through it, kicking it shut as he dashes into the house. He rips off his shoes and skids around a corner, heading for the bedroom and is immediately knocked onto his ass by a few hundred pounds of sheer dog. Jensen raises his arms to defend himself from licking tongues and tries to shove Harley’s massive paws off his chest. Sadie’s sits beside his head, so Jensen ignores her and glares at Harley. “Hi,” he says and Harley pants happily.
“Oh God, I’m sorry, Jen!” Massive hands shove the dogs away haul Jensen onto his feet. “I forgot they’d be excited to see you.”
Jensen eyes the dogs while he lets Jared babble apologies before grabbing Jared’s hair and dragging him down for a kiss. Jared groans and wraps his arms around Jensen, apparently forgetting all about excited dogs and their bad manners. Jensen melds his body to Jared’s, standing up on his toes as he slots them together fully. A nuclear fucking bomb would to have to go off to deter him at this point. Jared’s whining, his palms sliding down Jensen’s back to possessively knead his ass and Jensen thinks he might just die of sheer need before Jared even lets him get into the bedroom.
Jensen grips Jared’s shirt with both fists and uses the leverage to shove the taller man in the vague direction of a bed. They trip over the dogs only once, catching themselves on a convenient wall before Sadie and Harley get the message that this might not be the best place for them at the moment and stand off to the side to whine. Jensen ignores them and doesn’t let up from Jared. Plenty of time to say hello when his dick isn’t trying to burst through his pants.
Jared’s back hits the door of the bedroom and Jensen shoves him through, releasing him just long enough to turn to close the door before the dogs decide to join them. He’s barely got it shut when Jared pins him against the wood, body hard and warm behind him and thick cock rutting at his ass. Jensen mewls and leans against the door, burying his head in his arms as he tilts his hips into Jared’s thrusts.
“Yeah,” Jared growls. “So fucking pretty, Jen. Fucking gorgeous when you want it so bad…” He runs his hands roughly down Jensen’s sides to grip his hips and hold him still while Jared grinds hard. Jared nips Jensen’s neck then yanks him away from the door, spinning him around and pitching him onto the bed.
Jensen lands with a bounce and just barely scrambles upwards before Jared’s on top of him, kissing him and pressing him into the mattress. Jensen bucks up against Jared’s body, spreading his legs wider around Jared’s hips in blatant invitation and rips at the buttons on Jared’s shirt, snarling with impatience. Jared’s hands push up Jensen’s t-shirt and he breaks away from Jensen’s mouth to latch onto a newly bared nipple. Jensen gasps and arches into Jared’s wet mouth, his hands sinking into Jared’s hair to keep his head against his chest.
Not that Jared apparently has any plans on going anywhere. He flicks his tongue at the nub before sucking it back in again, suction pulling at the sensitive skin. Jensen shudders as Jared palms his chest, forcing the nipple more fully into his mouth. When Jared grazes it with his teeth, Jensen cries out, his head jerking to the side, and Jared switches to Jensen’s other side, his hand pinching at the abused flesh he’d previously been sucking on. Jensen pants and grinds his dick into Jared’s stomach. “Fuck,” he whines. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Jared growls and closes his teeth on the nub, worrying it like a dog with a bone. At Jensen’s hiss of pleasure, he scrapes his hands down Jensen’s chest and over his stomach, shoving through the light trail of hair just above his jeans and continuing downward to pop the top button. The sound of the zipper echoes above Jensen’s harsh breathing and Jensen whimpers, humping the air in his eagerness to help Jared remove his pants. Jared nips kisses down Jensen’s body and shoves Jensen’s jeans down to mid-thigh. He fists Jensen’s cock quick and hard and Jensen keens, bucking up into the touch. “Jay!”
Jared pulls back, ripping at Jensen’s pant legs, yanking them off. Jensen tries to help, curling his legs up to make it easier and when Jared takes too long coming back and Jensen writhes with need on the bed. He rolls upward to try and convince Jared physically when Jared shoves him back onto the bed. “Stay down,” he orders and settles down between Jensen’s thighs. Jensen slides his hands over Jared’s shoulders, his eyes closing when he realizes that Jared must have taken off his shirt because he’s touching bare skin.
Jared licks a stripe up Jensen’s cock and Jensen shudders and gasps, his hips jerking in a demanding plea for more. Jared laps teasingly fast under the head of Jensen’s cock and tongues once at the slit, licking up the precome before he’s gone. Jensen whines and fists Jared’s hair, reaffirming that he’s still there and trying to coax him into continuing at the same time. But Jared’s apparently got other plans.
The wet slickness of Jared’s tongue flattens against Jensen’s hole as Jared’s hands press Jensen’s thighs tight against his chest, folding him in half. Jensen’s hips try to jump off the bed but Jared grip on his legs keep him down. Jensen pants and squirms and then shivers as he tries to hold himself still. Jared purrs in contentment. “Good boy,” he murmurs and licks the tip of his tongue along the rim.
Jensen sobs. “God! Please! Please, God, Jay!” he begs, hands leaving Jared’s head to grip his own thighs and hold himself open. Back when they had first decided they were going to go ahead and do this thing-explore the chemistry exploding between them-Jensen had flat out refused to have anything to do with rimming. It was dirty, it was unclean. Now he was kind of glad Jared insisted because now he spreads his legs like a slut and pleads for more. And Jared knows it.
Jared laughs and smacks Jensen’s leg playfully. “Get up on your knees for me, Jen.” Jensen doesn’t need to be told twice-he’s already turning over, his knees digging into the mattress and his face buried in his arms as he sticks his ass out. “Fuck yeah,” Jared sighs and smoothes his hands over Jensen’s skin, apparently admiring the view before he finally gets back down to business. At the first touch of Jared’s tongue again, Jensen moans and spreads his legs wider.
Jared teases around the rim of Jensen’s ass, tongue barely flickering at the ring of muscle. Jensen curses and slams his head against the mattress. “Goddamn it, Jay! Move your fucking tongue or I’m going to beat you!”
“Promises,” Jared murmurs against Jensen’s skin and then spreads Jensen wide and dives his tongue in.
Jensen shrieks and humps the air, unable to keep still as Jared licks into his ass. He’s going to fucking die of sensory fucking overload. Jared wiggles his tongue and purrs as Jensen sobs helplessly into the bed, fists tightening on the sheets. He moves his hands to spread Jensen more, pulling back to blow on the wet skin. “Please, Jay,” Jensen pleads. “Please don’t tease, please don’t tease…”
Jared sinks a finger into Jensen’s ass, licking around it as he does so and Jensen moans, knees slipping on the bed and thighs trembling with the effort to try and stay upright, to keep himself centered under Jared’s tongue. Jared’s finger twists and curls to press against Jensen’s prostate in quick, light touches-teasing it as Jensen convulses from the sparks running along his nerves. Jensen clenches the bedsheets as he pants, convinced that he’s not going to make it.
Jared licks Jensen into shuddery, moaning mess, keeping him skirting the edge of orgasm until Jensen thinks he can come from just the rim job. Before he has a chance to find out, Jared-the bastard-pulls away. Jensen jerks his head up to glare over his shoulder at Jared. Jared grins back. “Was that fun, Jensen?”
“I am so going to kick your ass unless you get your tongue back down there,” Jensen threatens.
“I could think of other things to do to my ass than just kick it,” Jared says, sweet as honey.
Jensen blinks at him for a few seconds before he pushes himself up and turns around, a small smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth as he starts to realize what Jared wants. “You been a bad boy, Jay?” he asks, climbing off the bed.
“Well, a certain someone did say that they were going to spank me when they got home. I’d hate to think I’ve been jerking off to that fantasy for nothing.”
“That so?” Jensen’s mouth is dry at the thought of Jared on his knees, ass in the air, obedient and hard as he waits for his spanking. And he’s damn near speechless at thinking about Jared masturbating to that image. He stands in front of Jared, eyeing his naked body up and down and Jared smiles back, stroking his dick slowly. “Turn around,” Jensen orders and Jared obeys immediately. “Put your hands on the wall and bend over.”
Jared shoves his ass out with a moan, dick hanging hard and heavy between his spread legs, and Jensen licks his lips. He ghosts his fingertips over Jared’s proffered rear end, biting back a chuckle when Jared sluttishly pushes his hips back. “Such a goddamned tease, Jay,” Jensen growls and smacks him hard and sharp on the left cheek. Jared moans and jerks with the hit but keeps his position. In reward, Jensen gives him a quick caress before spanking him again.
Jared buries his head in his arms, moaning continuously as he wiggles his hips and Jensen feels a stab of desire start to twist in his belly. Having Jared laid out so submissively in front of him is making his dick throb. He spanks a red glow onto Jared’s ass, making sure it’s even against both cheeks before he can’t take it anymore. He grabs Jared’s hips and thrusts against him, dick sliding between the globes of Jared’s ass and rocking Jared against the wall. Jensen groans. “I thinking I’m going to have this ass tonight, how about that?”
“Fuck yeah…” Jared mutters into the drywall.
A shiver runs down Jensen’s spine and he pulls Jared away from the wall, shoving him onto the bed. Jared throws himself down eagerly, hissing slightly when his ass hits the mattress but squirming into it. “Like that?” Jensen asks, pushing Jared farther up to make room to kneel between his knees. He doesn’t wait for an answer.
Jared’s hips buck when Jensen swallows his cock and Jensen distractedly shoves him back down before Jared chokes him. He moans around Jared’s dick and twists his head as he moves his mouth upwards. His tongue flicks over the head of Jared’s dick-“Fuck, Jen!”-and he gets another angle before he slides back down. Jared gripes Jensen’s hair, panting and squirming as he stares up at the ceiling. “Jen. Jensen. Fuck, I’m not going to…” Jensen fondles Jared’s balls with one hand, making sure to keep the other holding Jared’s straining hips down. Jared starts to thrash on the bed as Jensen starts up a rhythm, hollowing his cheeks as he tries to suck all of Jared’s impressive length into his mouth. “Jen, I’m going to-fuck!” Jared’s warning chokes off as Jensen lets his teeth scrape along the shaft and when Jensen gentles his mouth again, making it smooth and soft and wet, Jared thrusts once and comes.
Jensen moans and pulls back to keep just the head of Jared’s cock in his mouth, swallowing the spunk Jared pumps down his throat. A few drops slide past his lips, dribbling down Jared’s shaft. Jensen sucks Jared dry and licks those up, too. He laps at the slit, making sure he got it all, holding Jared still as he jerks through the aftershocks and the overstimulation of his sensitive flesh. Jared whines softly and throws an arm over his face.
Taking pity, Jensen lets Jared slip free with a chuckle and leans over to grab the lube off the nightstand. “You ready, Jay?” he asks. Jared doesn’t look at him, just spreads his legs wider to give Jensen easy access. “Guess that’s a yes,” Jensen says with a smile and presses two lubed fingers against Jared’s opening. The muscle twitches under Jensen’s fingers and Jared’s breath hitches. Jensen slowly pushes inside of Jared, loving the feel of Jared clinging tightly around him and the fact that Jared is languidly pressing back against him.
Jensen loves Jared’s huge cock, loves having it inside of him and Jared’s strong arms holding him down. Gets off on that-being all submissive and protected in Jared’s embrace-like he never thought he would. But he’s a man and Jensen can’t deny that there’s just something so fucking sexy about Jared spreading his legs and letting Jensen fuck him. Even after Jared’s already come. Especially after Jared’s already come.
Jensen withdraws his fingers, shuddering at Jared’s low moan and lines himself up to push in, arms slipping under Jared’s thighs. Jared purrs as Jensen slides inside, his hips rolling slowly to meet Jensen’s. Fucked out, he doesn’t have the energy to put any force behind the motion, so it’s a gentle rock to echo Jensen’s shallow thrusts. Jensen groans and thrusts harder into Jared’s pliant body.
Jared grunts as Jensen speeds up but keeps himself loose and yielding. “Fuck, Jay,” Jensen pants. “Damn. I love you like this. All loose and easy--you're so gorgeous.” Just like Jensen’s own personal fuck toy.
Jared smiles lazily and stretches his arms above his head. “Love your cock, Jen,” he says.
Jensen moans and leans down over Jared, elbows sinking into the mattress beside Jared as Jensen licks at his collarbone. Jared’s skin is salty from a light sheen of sweat and Jensen laps it up, following the ridge to Jared’s shoulder. He fucking loves Jared’s shoulders.
Jared’s ass is gripping Jensen tight and Jensen’s lost in the sensation of having something hot, warm and willing wrapped around his dick but he still notices when something starts pushing at his ass. “What the-” Something thick and smooth shoves into him and Jensen squeaks, pushing forward into Jared. Confused, aroused, and just a little betrayed, he stares down at Jared who gives him a lazy, evil grin. The object curves at the end.
“How’s that feel, Jen?” Jared asks huskily, rolling his hips to fuck himself since Jensen’s stopped. “Getting fucked while you fuck me? You like it?” Jensen whimpers and closes his eyes, curling over Jared as the dildo begins to move in and out. It scrapes his prostrate and he jerks, flattening onto Jared’s chest. The dildo pushes inside him again and Jensen thrusts into Jared, unable to help himself. When it pulls out, he pulls out to follow it and together, they start to form a rhythm. He can’t decide what he likes most so Jensen takes it all. Jared grins up at him, still satisfied and content, not feeling the desperation that’s starting to pulse through Jensen’s body.
Jensen comes with a choked scream, biting down on his lip in a failed attempt to control himself. Jared rolls his hips and croons, encouraging Jensen as he slides down from his climax. “So fucking sexy, Jen…so amazing…”
The last of Jensen’s orgasm wrenches out of him and he trembles with the aftershocks. Jared keeps moving the toy inside him, torturing his prostate and Jensen’s trembling turns into out and out convulsions. His body fighting through the near painful shocks of pleasure, Jensen reaches behind himself and yanks the dildo out. “Bastard,” he growls.
Jared grins and wraps his arms around Jensen, hauling him against Jared’s hard chest and refusing to let him up. Jensen punches Jared’s side, face starting to burn when Jared only laughs. Jared noses at Jensen’s hair as he snuggles Jensen like a child’s stuffed animal, rolling them onto their sides. “Jerk,” Jensen complains.
“Mmm,” Jared replies, unmoved, and Jensen sighs, letting his body relax. Apparently he wasn’t going anywhere. He tilts his hips instead, feeling himself slide out of Jared and smiles tiredly against Jared’s chest. That’s okay. At least he wasn’t going to be the one scraping come out of his ass in the morning.
He falls asleep to the soft rise and fall of Jared’s chest and dreams about virtual reality webcams.
~*~
When Jensen wakes up it’s because there’s something plastic and vibrating pressing itself into his ass. He whines and spreads his legs, feeling too sleepy to do much more than allow it.
Jared laughs. “Somebody misses his slutty little fuckhole,” he teases and Jensen’s eyes snap open.
“Whatever’s in my ass had better not be pink, Jared.” Damn it. He’d thought he’d hidden the damn thing good.
“Mmm…” Jared says, slowly fucking Jensen with the vibrator. He switches the toy to a higher setting and Jensen arches off the bed. He gasps and twists, shoving his hips back down on the bed as he tries to force the dildo in deeper. His hands claw at the sheets and Jared, the bastard, is laughing at him. But fuck, Jensen can’t really be bothered to care with the pleasure surging through his nerves.
Jensen’s ass is suddenly empty, wonderful, shudder-inducing vibrations gone and he whines in disappointment. Jared laughs and shoves Jensen’s thighs apart as wide as he can get them. “Are you ready to go again, Jen?” he asks playfully, leaning down to nip under Jensen’s jaw. “’Cause I think it’s my turn now.”
Title: Short-Distance Relationships
Author: dragonspell
Series: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen (J2)
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 5350
Summary: Sequel to Long-Distance Relationships, however, it can stand on its own if you want. Jensen comes home to a ready and willing Jared. Schmoop and porn ensue.
“-Flight 219 for Chicago is now boarding at Gate 9. Attention Airport Guests, Flight 219-” Jensen tunes out the perfectly polite and perfectly bored sounding female voice as he navigates his way through the crowds at San Antonio International. He doesn’t want to know what’s leaving when or what particular flight’s been delayed. All he wants is to get the fuck out of here.
The crowds are starting to push in on him, narrowing Jensen’s world to just barely a few inches of air and he firmly shoves down the panic attack he feels blocking his throat. He’s a goddamned celebrity, always in and out of crushes of people. You’d think he’d be used to this by now.
At least nobody seems to be noticing him today. There’s no well-meaning but bad-timed fans swarming around him begging for pictures or autographs and Jensen wants to keep it that way. He tugs his baseball hat further over his eyes and bows his head, trying his damnedest to convince himself he’s in a wide-open field instead of being about to break down and cry as he’s slowly strangled to death by thousands of people breathing his air. He takes a deep breath and drags his suitcase into another relatively spacious lobby. God but he wishes he was anywhere but here.
England had been fucking depressing what with the generic hotel rooms and all the fucking rain and the missing Jared like a whole in chest. Which is just incredibly pathetic as he’s only been gone for a week but Jensen’s not going to bother lying to himself. He’s stupidly head over heels and apparently pining but the least he can do is be honest in the privacy of his own mind.
Just as he feels his body start to relax, gigantic arms close around him, crushing him to a hard chest and Jensen barely stops himself from punching the hugging stranger in the nose. Good thing, too, because it would have been hard to explain to Jared who’s rumbling in his ear about how much he missed him. Jensen’s body goes from panicked to pathetically melted in about two sad seconds.
He grips Jared’s right arm with both hands and leans just a little bit into the hug before he pulls away to mirror Jared’s infectious smile. “Hey,” he says, forcing the word past the emotion suddenly choking his vocal chords.
Jared’s grin widens. “Hey,” he says back and strokes Jensen’s cheek.
It’s a sign of just how damn much Jensen missed him that Jensen allows the sappy bit of PDA. And Jared, knowing Jensen’s hang-ups, doesn’t press for more, but his eyes go soft with warmth. “So, uh, ready to go?” Jared asks brightly, jerking his thumb towards the thronging crowds and hopefully an exit with a certain Denali parked right outside.
Jensen nods. “God, yes, man,” he says and follows Jared into the swarm. Pitifully enough, Jensen’s dying to hold Jared’s hand. He rolls his eyes at himself and clears his throat. “So, I damn near just had a heart attack back there,” he jokes. “How the Hell did you sneak up on me?”
Jared grins down at him. “Thought I was some deranged kidnapper about to drag you off and rape you repeatedly?”
If Jensen rolls his eyes any harder, they might be in danger of dropping out of his head. “You wish,” he snorts and Jared takes pity on him.
“I was calling you man and walked right up but I guess you were focused. I’m sorry, I thought you saw me. I thought that’s why you stopped.” His face turns somber. “I didn’t mean to scare you, Jen.”
Jensen nods at the apology and purses his lips, trying to keep a straight face as he glances up at Jared out of the corner of his eye. “I was just focused on how much I wanted to get home and screw a certain somebody into the ground.” He loves how Jared’s face lights up at the words.
“That a threat, Smeckles?” Jared’s dimples ask.
Jensen shrugs. “Depends on how you feel about your ass.” He can see the light of day streaming gloriously through the windows of the outside walls, the chokehold around his airway loosening, and his playful side is coming out. Finally.
Jared “accidentally” bumps into Jensen, leaning down the few inches to growl into Jensen’s ear, “Oh, I like my ass just fine, thanks,” and Jensen shivers. He ducks his head to hide his grin even as he savors the twang of arousal seeping through his body and speeds up, using longer strides to eat up the distance between him and the way out. Jared follows him easily and when they reach the bank of doors, he jumps in front of Jensen to solicitously trigger the sensors. He gives a little bow and gestures outside.
Jensen snorts as he passes by. “It doesn’t count when they’re automatic doors, asshole.”
Jared shrugs, his hands diving into his pockets as he looks innocently skyward. “I just didn’t know if you’d be tall enough for them to notice you…”
“Shut up, Gigantor.” Over the years, Jensen has refused to develop a complex about his height in proportion to Jared but that doesn’t mean that the short jokes are going to stop. Ever. 6 foot is a perfectly normal, respectable height, damn it. “I’m surprised you didn’t hit your head on the top of the door,” he shoots back. When he finally gets outside, he stops for a moment on the sidewalk, breathing deeply. He’s still in the city and crowds of people are still milling around him but it still feels like he just got out of prison.
Jared grins and starts bouncing around him like an overexcited puppy, encroaching on his space but Jensen doesn’t mind. He never does as long as it’s Jared. Jared points at a corner of the vast parking lot. “We’re over there.”
“You sure?” Jensen teases and starts heading towards where Jared parked. “’Cause I seem to remember last time-”
Jared mocks frowns. “You promised we weren’t going to talk about that anymore.”
“Just sayin’. When you’re 150% sure that you parked in Lot B and we finally find the car an hour later over in E…” Jared cuffs him in the back of the head and Jensen laughs. “Aren’t you a celebrity?” he says instead, shooting Jared a grin. “Can’t you park in the VIP section or something?”
“Oh,” Jared deadpans, “I was parked there but once they found out I was only here to pick you up, they told me I had to move it so they could have the space in case somebody actually important flies in.”
“Jackass,” Jensen replies fondly.
The truck, thankfully, is approximately where Jared thought it was, only taking them 10 minutes of searching to find it so Jensen decides not to tease Jared too much about it. It’s hard to tease anyway when you’re sliding into the truck, just barely getting the door closed beside you and your boyfriend is grabbing you and attempting to suck your tonsils out through your mouth. Jensen gasps and grips Jared’s large hands as they gently cup Jensen’s face, thumbs stroking over his cheeks. Jensen might be whimpering as well but he wants to think he’s a little bit smoother than that. At this point, it’s all he can do to stay in his own seat and not jump across to sling a leg over Jared’s lap, steering wheel and airport parking lot be damned.
It’s the fact that they ARE in an airport parking lot-a parking lot that just might have cameras, thank you very much-that causes Jensen to break away, hand pushing at Jared’s chest. “Later,” he murmurs and tries to slow his racing heart.
Jared gives him another quick promise of a kiss, staring at Jensen’s face. “I missed you, Jen,” he says seriously and Jensen feels a flush slowly cover his face.
He bites his lip and looks at the floor. Jared must have just gotten the Denali detailed because there’s not a speck of dirt or stay bit of dog hair on the mat. “Missed you, too,” Jensen finally mumbles and Jared gives him another peck, this time on the cheek and starts the truck.
Jensen keeps sneaking glances at Jared out of the corner of his eye as the city of San Antonio flies by outside the window. He feels more than just a little like a 13 year old girl.
“Are you checking me out?” Jared finally rumbles, laugh just barely contained.
Jensen flushes again and closes his eyes briefly. “Maybe,” he says and then laughs at himself before turning to look fully at Jared. “I really missed you, Jay.”
Jared nods and glances back over at Jensen. He stares, mouth twitching up at the corner until Jensen finally gives in. “What?” he asks, feeling slightly self-conscious.
“Soon as we get home,” Jared replies.
Pleasure makes Jensen flush even more and he smiles. “Soon as we get home, what?”
Jared grins wickedly. “I’m going to get you naked, bend you over and eat you out.” He licks out his tongue in demonstration.
Jensen blinks. Stares. Blinks again. And flushes red. “Jesus, Jay.” Trust Jared to just put that out there.
“Hey. A webcam only provides so much…” Jensen thought he couldn’t flush any hotter but he was wrong. Oh so wrong. For the past three days of the week he’d been away, after Jared had finally convinced him to do it, they’d been… ‘conversing’ nightly via webcam. And the stuff Jared had talked him into doing during those chats… Jensen closes his eyes and feels his cock start to fill. Privately, he wonders if he’s going to get hard each time Jared mentions the word ‘webcam’ from now on. Then he wonders out loud.
Jared’s smile turns downright devilish. “That’d be awesome.”
“For you, maybe,” Jensen says ruefully, rubbing his dick through his jeans and loving how Jared tracks the motion. He can already think of a few ways Jared could abuse a Pavlovian response like that.
“Awesome for you too if I dropped to my knees every time it happened and sucked you off and God, Jen, if you want to actually make it home today, stop touching your dick.”
Jensen quirks an eyebrow and gives himself one last firm stroke before putting his hands safely at his side. “Can’t handle it?”
Jared growls. “I’m getting jealous over here.”
Both of Jensen’s eyebrows raise. “Of my dick?”
“Of you touching my property,” Jared replies and Jensen’s cock jumps. His face is burning and Jared’s dimples say he knows exactly what Jensen’s thinking about right now. Jensen shakes off the image of Jared shoving him onto his knees and teaching him just who he belongs to and tries desperately to focus on the right here and now. San Antonio is still directly outside the truck window and they’re still driving on the highway. Now would not be a good time to beg Jared to fuck him.
“…You need to learn how to share,” Jensen finally chokes out.
Jared sticks his tongue out and curls it upward. “Middle child, dude. You know how it goes. I learned how to stake out my territory early and fight to the death for it.”
“Uh…huh,” Jensen says. When Jared focuses on the road again, Jensen carefully stares straight ahead and sneaks a hand into Jared’s lap. His fingers slide over the rough denim on Jared’s thigh and onto his crotch, teasing at the fly of Jared’s jeans.
“Jen!” Jared coats the word with shock and eyes Jensen, pretending that he’s scandalized.
Jensen meets his look head on, flush finally retreating as he smiles. “Just getting a good handle on *my* property,” he says innocently. “You know how it goes, Jay. Middle child.”
Jared growls and presses Jensen’s hand down against his cock, grinding for a few quick moments before removing the temptation entirely. Jensen stares bemusedly down at Jared’s giant paw holding his hand so casually and gives Jared a quick squeeze. Jared squeezes back. “Almost there, Jen,” he says and turns left a little fast.
Jensen shifts in his seat to lean over and blow on Jared’s ear, delighting in the shivers rippling through Jared’s large body. “Good.”
Jared groans. “Killing me, Jen. You’re killing me.” Jensen gives Jared’s ear a quick nuzzle before retreating back into his own space though he keeps his hand in Jared’s, stroking his thumb over Jared’s skin.
They truck spends the rest of the trip traveling at least 15 miles over the speed limit and they turn into the driveway a lot sooner than usual. Jared slams the Denali into park once he’s gets it into the garage and doesn’t bother waiting for the door to finish closing behind them before he’s grabbing Jensen’s face and kissing him senseless. Jensen moans and fumbles for his seatbelt. His numb fingers eventually find the release and leans closer to press himself against Jared. Jared buries his hands in Jensen’s hair and uses the leverage to change the angle of the kiss.
By the time they break for air, Jensen’s somehow managed to snake both his hands under Jared’s button-down shirt, running his palms through the light fur Jared will wax off before the next season and caressing the muscle underneath. He’s so blindingly hard, he’s half-convinced he’s going to explode before he even gets a chance to come. Jared, though, apparently didn’t get that memo, because he pulls back, licking his lips and Jensen whines, mindlessly trying to follow him. Jared growls and holds Jensen’s head still for one more rough kiss before he lets go and drags Jensen’s wandering hands out from under his shirt. “Inside,” he rasps and jumps out of the truck.
Jensen stares dumbly at the spot Jared just vacated for a few long seconds before his brain manages to restart and he’s shoving the door open, nearly falling onto the ground in his haste to follow. Jared’s left the door to the house open and Jensen runs through it, kicking it shut as he dashes into the house. He rips off his shoes and skids around a corner, heading for the bedroom and is immediately knocked onto his ass by a few hundred pounds of sheer dog. Jensen raises his arms to defend himself from licking tongues and tries to shove Harley’s massive paws off his chest. Sadie’s sits beside his head, so Jensen ignores her and glares at Harley. “Hi,” he says and Harley pants happily.
“Oh God, I’m sorry, Jen!” Massive hands shove the dogs away haul Jensen onto his feet. “I forgot they’d be excited to see you.”
Jensen eyes the dogs while he lets Jared babble apologies before grabbing Jared’s hair and dragging him down for a kiss. Jared groans and wraps his arms around Jensen, apparently forgetting all about excited dogs and their bad manners. Jensen melds his body to Jared’s, standing up on his toes as he slots them together fully. A nuclear fucking bomb would to have to go off to deter him at this point. Jared’s whining, his palms sliding down Jensen’s back to possessively knead his ass and Jensen thinks he might just die of sheer need before Jared even lets him get into the bedroom.
Jensen grips Jared’s shirt with both fists and uses the leverage to shove the taller man in the vague direction of a bed. They trip over the dogs only once, catching themselves on a convenient wall before Sadie and Harley get the message that this might not be the best place for them at the moment and stand off to the side to whine. Jensen ignores them and doesn’t let up from Jared. Plenty of time to say hello when his dick isn’t trying to burst through his pants.
Jared’s back hits the door of the bedroom and Jensen shoves him through, releasing him just long enough to turn to close the door before the dogs decide to join them. He’s barely got it shut when Jared pins him against the wood, body hard and warm behind him and thick cock rutting at his ass. Jensen mewls and leans against the door, burying his head in his arms as he tilts his hips into Jared’s thrusts.
“Yeah,” Jared growls. “So fucking pretty, Jen. Fucking gorgeous when you want it so bad…” He runs his hands roughly down Jensen’s sides to grip his hips and hold him still while Jared grinds hard. Jared nips Jensen’s neck then yanks him away from the door, spinning him around and pitching him onto the bed.
Jensen lands with a bounce and just barely scrambles upwards before Jared’s on top of him, kissing him and pressing him into the mattress. Jensen bucks up against Jared’s body, spreading his legs wider around Jared’s hips in blatant invitation and rips at the buttons on Jared’s shirt, snarling with impatience. Jared’s hands push up Jensen’s t-shirt and he breaks away from Jensen’s mouth to latch onto a newly bared nipple. Jensen gasps and arches into Jared’s wet mouth, his hands sinking into Jared’s hair to keep his head against his chest.
Not that Jared apparently has any plans on going anywhere. He flicks his tongue at the nub before sucking it back in again, suction pulling at the sensitive skin. Jensen shudders as Jared palms his chest, forcing the nipple more fully into his mouth. When Jared grazes it with his teeth, Jensen cries out, his head jerking to the side, and Jared switches to Jensen’s other side, his hand pinching at the abused flesh he’d previously been sucking on. Jensen pants and grinds his dick into Jared’s stomach. “Fuck,” he whines. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Jared growls and closes his teeth on the nub, worrying it like a dog with a bone. At Jensen’s hiss of pleasure, he scrapes his hands down Jensen’s chest and over his stomach, shoving through the light trail of hair just above his jeans and continuing downward to pop the top button. The sound of the zipper echoes above Jensen’s harsh breathing and Jensen whimpers, humping the air in his eagerness to help Jared remove his pants. Jared nips kisses down Jensen’s body and shoves Jensen’s jeans down to mid-thigh. He fists Jensen’s cock quick and hard and Jensen keens, bucking up into the touch. “Jay!”
Jared pulls back, ripping at Jensen’s pant legs, yanking them off. Jensen tries to help, curling his legs up to make it easier and when Jared takes too long coming back and Jensen writhes with need on the bed. He rolls upward to try and convince Jared physically when Jared shoves him back onto the bed. “Stay down,” he orders and settles down between Jensen’s thighs. Jensen slides his hands over Jared’s shoulders, his eyes closing when he realizes that Jared must have taken off his shirt because he’s touching bare skin.
Jared licks a stripe up Jensen’s cock and Jensen shudders and gasps, his hips jerking in a demanding plea for more. Jared laps teasingly fast under the head of Jensen’s cock and tongues once at the slit, licking up the precome before he’s gone. Jensen whines and fists Jared’s hair, reaffirming that he’s still there and trying to coax him into continuing at the same time. But Jared’s apparently got other plans.
The wet slickness of Jared’s tongue flattens against Jensen’s hole as Jared’s hands press Jensen’s thighs tight against his chest, folding him in half. Jensen’s hips try to jump off the bed but Jared grip on his legs keep him down. Jensen pants and squirms and then shivers as he tries to hold himself still. Jared purrs in contentment. “Good boy,” he murmurs and licks the tip of his tongue along the rim.
Jensen sobs. “God! Please! Please, God, Jay!” he begs, hands leaving Jared’s head to grip his own thighs and hold himself open. Back when they had first decided they were going to go ahead and do this thing-explore the chemistry exploding between them-Jensen had flat out refused to have anything to do with rimming. It was dirty, it was unclean. Now he was kind of glad Jared insisted because now he spreads his legs like a slut and pleads for more. And Jared knows it.
Jared laughs and smacks Jensen’s leg playfully. “Get up on your knees for me, Jen.” Jensen doesn’t need to be told twice-he’s already turning over, his knees digging into the mattress and his face buried in his arms as he sticks his ass out. “Fuck yeah,” Jared sighs and smoothes his hands over Jensen’s skin, apparently admiring the view before he finally gets back down to business. At the first touch of Jared’s tongue again, Jensen moans and spreads his legs wider.
Jared teases around the rim of Jensen’s ass, tongue barely flickering at the ring of muscle. Jensen curses and slams his head against the mattress. “Goddamn it, Jay! Move your fucking tongue or I’m going to beat you!”
“Promises,” Jared murmurs against Jensen’s skin and then spreads Jensen wide and dives his tongue in.
Jensen shrieks and humps the air, unable to keep still as Jared licks into his ass. He’s going to fucking die of sensory fucking overload. Jared wiggles his tongue and purrs as Jensen sobs helplessly into the bed, fists tightening on the sheets. He moves his hands to spread Jensen more, pulling back to blow on the wet skin. “Please, Jay,” Jensen pleads. “Please don’t tease, please don’t tease…”
Jared sinks a finger into Jensen’s ass, licking around it as he does so and Jensen moans, knees slipping on the bed and thighs trembling with the effort to try and stay upright, to keep himself centered under Jared’s tongue. Jared’s finger twists and curls to press against Jensen’s prostate in quick, light touches-teasing it as Jensen convulses from the sparks running along his nerves. Jensen clenches the bedsheets as he pants, convinced that he’s not going to make it.
Jared licks Jensen into shuddery, moaning mess, keeping him skirting the edge of orgasm until Jensen thinks he can come from just the rim job. Before he has a chance to find out, Jared-the bastard-pulls away. Jensen jerks his head up to glare over his shoulder at Jared. Jared grins back. “Was that fun, Jensen?”
“I am so going to kick your ass unless you get your tongue back down there,” Jensen threatens.
“I could think of other things to do to my ass than just kick it,” Jared says, sweet as honey.
Jensen blinks at him for a few seconds before he pushes himself up and turns around, a small smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth as he starts to realize what Jared wants. “You been a bad boy, Jay?” he asks, climbing off the bed.
“Well, a certain someone did say that they were going to spank me when they got home. I’d hate to think I’ve been jerking off to that fantasy for nothing.”
“That so?” Jensen’s mouth is dry at the thought of Jared on his knees, ass in the air, obedient and hard as he waits for his spanking. And he’s damn near speechless at thinking about Jared masturbating to that image. He stands in front of Jared, eyeing his naked body up and down and Jared smiles back, stroking his dick slowly. “Turn around,” Jensen orders and Jared obeys immediately. “Put your hands on the wall and bend over.”
Jared shoves his ass out with a moan, dick hanging hard and heavy between his spread legs, and Jensen licks his lips. He ghosts his fingertips over Jared’s proffered rear end, biting back a chuckle when Jared sluttishly pushes his hips back. “Such a goddamned tease, Jay,” Jensen growls and smacks him hard and sharp on the left cheek. Jared moans and jerks with the hit but keeps his position. In reward, Jensen gives him a quick caress before spanking him again.
Jared buries his head in his arms, moaning continuously as he wiggles his hips and Jensen feels a stab of desire start to twist in his belly. Having Jared laid out so submissively in front of him is making his dick throb. He spanks a red glow onto Jared’s ass, making sure it’s even against both cheeks before he can’t take it anymore. He grabs Jared’s hips and thrusts against him, dick sliding between the globes of Jared’s ass and rocking Jared against the wall. Jensen groans. “I thinking I’m going to have this ass tonight, how about that?”
“Fuck yeah…” Jared mutters into the drywall.
A shiver runs down Jensen’s spine and he pulls Jared away from the wall, shoving him onto the bed. Jared throws himself down eagerly, hissing slightly when his ass hits the mattress but squirming into it. “Like that?” Jensen asks, pushing Jared farther up to make room to kneel between his knees. He doesn’t wait for an answer.
Jared’s hips buck when Jensen swallows his cock and Jensen distractedly shoves him back down before Jared chokes him. He moans around Jared’s dick and twists his head as he moves his mouth upwards. His tongue flicks over the head of Jared’s dick-“Fuck, Jen!”-and he gets another angle before he slides back down. Jared gripes Jensen’s hair, panting and squirming as he stares up at the ceiling. “Jen. Jensen. Fuck, I’m not going to…” Jensen fondles Jared’s balls with one hand, making sure to keep the other holding Jared’s straining hips down. Jared starts to thrash on the bed as Jensen starts up a rhythm, hollowing his cheeks as he tries to suck all of Jared’s impressive length into his mouth. “Jen, I’m going to-fuck!” Jared’s warning chokes off as Jensen lets his teeth scrape along the shaft and when Jensen gentles his mouth again, making it smooth and soft and wet, Jared thrusts once and comes.
Jensen moans and pulls back to keep just the head of Jared’s cock in his mouth, swallowing the spunk Jared pumps down his throat. A few drops slide past his lips, dribbling down Jared’s shaft. Jensen sucks Jared dry and licks those up, too. He laps at the slit, making sure he got it all, holding Jared still as he jerks through the aftershocks and the overstimulation of his sensitive flesh. Jared whines softly and throws an arm over his face.
Taking pity, Jensen lets Jared slip free with a chuckle and leans over to grab the lube off the nightstand. “You ready, Jay?” he asks. Jared doesn’t look at him, just spreads his legs wider to give Jensen easy access. “Guess that’s a yes,” Jensen says with a smile and presses two lubed fingers against Jared’s opening. The muscle twitches under Jensen’s fingers and Jared’s breath hitches. Jensen slowly pushes inside of Jared, loving the feel of Jared clinging tightly around him and the fact that Jared is languidly pressing back against him.
Jensen loves Jared’s huge cock, loves having it inside of him and Jared’s strong arms holding him down. Gets off on that-being all submissive and protected in Jared’s embrace-like he never thought he would. But he’s a man and Jensen can’t deny that there’s just something so fucking sexy about Jared spreading his legs and letting Jensen fuck him. Even after Jared’s already come. Especially after Jared’s already come.
Jensen withdraws his fingers, shuddering at Jared’s low moan and lines himself up to push in, arms slipping under Jared’s thighs. Jared purrs as Jensen slides inside, his hips rolling slowly to meet Jensen’s. Fucked out, he doesn’t have the energy to put any force behind the motion, so it’s a gentle rock to echo Jensen’s shallow thrusts. Jensen groans and thrusts harder into Jared’s pliant body.
Jared grunts as Jensen speeds up but keeps himself loose and yielding. “Fuck, Jay,” Jensen pants. “Damn. I love you like this. All loose and easy--you're so gorgeous.” Just like Jensen’s own personal fuck toy.
Jared smiles lazily and stretches his arms above his head. “Love your cock, Jen,” he says.
Jensen moans and leans down over Jared, elbows sinking into the mattress beside Jared as Jensen licks at his collarbone. Jared’s skin is salty from a light sheen of sweat and Jensen laps it up, following the ridge to Jared’s shoulder. He fucking loves Jared’s shoulders.
Jared’s ass is gripping Jensen tight and Jensen’s lost in the sensation of having something hot, warm and willing wrapped around his dick but he still notices when something starts pushing at his ass. “What the-” Something thick and smooth shoves into him and Jensen squeaks, pushing forward into Jared. Confused, aroused, and just a little betrayed, he stares down at Jared who gives him a lazy, evil grin. The object curves at the end.
“How’s that feel, Jen?” Jared asks huskily, rolling his hips to fuck himself since Jensen’s stopped. “Getting fucked while you fuck me? You like it?” Jensen whimpers and closes his eyes, curling over Jared as the dildo begins to move in and out. It scrapes his prostrate and he jerks, flattening onto Jared’s chest. The dildo pushes inside him again and Jensen thrusts into Jared, unable to help himself. When it pulls out, he pulls out to follow it and together, they start to form a rhythm. He can’t decide what he likes most so Jensen takes it all. Jared grins up at him, still satisfied and content, not feeling the desperation that’s starting to pulse through Jensen’s body.
Jensen comes with a choked scream, biting down on his lip in a failed attempt to control himself. Jared rolls his hips and croons, encouraging Jensen as he slides down from his climax. “So fucking sexy, Jen…so amazing…”
The last of Jensen’s orgasm wrenches out of him and he trembles with the aftershocks. Jared keeps moving the toy inside him, torturing his prostate and Jensen’s trembling turns into out and out convulsions. His body fighting through the near painful shocks of pleasure, Jensen reaches behind himself and yanks the dildo out. “Bastard,” he growls.
Jared grins and wraps his arms around Jensen, hauling him against Jared’s hard chest and refusing to let him up. Jensen punches Jared’s side, face starting to burn when Jared only laughs. Jared noses at Jensen’s hair as he snuggles Jensen like a child’s stuffed animal, rolling them onto their sides. “Jerk,” Jensen complains.
“Mmm,” Jared replies, unmoved, and Jensen sighs, letting his body relax. Apparently he wasn’t going anywhere. He tilts his hips instead, feeling himself slide out of Jared and smiles tiredly against Jared’s chest. That’s okay. At least he wasn’t going to be the one scraping come out of his ass in the morning.
He falls asleep to the soft rise and fall of Jared’s chest and dreams about virtual reality webcams.
~*~
When Jensen wakes up it’s because there’s something plastic and vibrating pressing itself into his ass. He whines and spreads his legs, feeling too sleepy to do much more than allow it.
Jared laughs. “Somebody misses his slutty little fuckhole,” he teases and Jensen’s eyes snap open.
“Whatever’s in my ass had better not be pink, Jared.” Damn it. He’d thought he’d hidden the damn thing good.
“Mmm…” Jared says, slowly fucking Jensen with the vibrator. He switches the toy to a higher setting and Jensen arches off the bed. He gasps and twists, shoving his hips back down on the bed as he tries to force the dildo in deeper. His hands claw at the sheets and Jared, the bastard, is laughing at him. But fuck, Jensen can’t really be bothered to care with the pleasure surging through his nerves.
Jensen’s ass is suddenly empty, wonderful, shudder-inducing vibrations gone and he whines in disappointment. Jared laughs and shoves Jensen’s thighs apart as wide as he can get them. “Are you ready to go again, Jen?” he asks playfully, leaning down to nip under Jensen’s jaw. “’Cause I think it’s my turn now.”