Fic: RPS (Jared/Jensen): Unexpected Phone Calls | NC-17 | 2730 words
Title: Unexpected Phone Calls
Author: dragonspell
Series: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pr0nz. No plot whatsoever
Summary: Jared forgets to do part of his Sunday morning routine. Jensen calls to remind him.
Word Count: 2730
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
For Vancouver, it’s a gorgeous day. Maybe not for other cities but for Vancouver, it’s pretty damn good. Standing on a street corner, waiting for the light to turn red so he can cross, Jared glances up at the cloudless sky and marvels. It’s actually warm out for once, too, and Jared stretches his arms up over his head, just enjoying the heat. Sure, according to Texas standards, today might be considered a bit on the brisk side but it’s currently early spring in Canada for crying outloud, and he’ll take his victories where he can get them.
People are staring a bit, probably wondering why the gigantic man is trying to make himself even bigger and Jared grins, tugging his baseball hat down further over his eyes. It isn’t that he thinks he’ll be immediately recognized if he takes it off, but more that he really just doesn’t want to deal with it today. Fans are great just sometimes he needs a break.
Jensen is one that understands breaks. But then, Jensen can be an anti-social bastard if you just give him half a chance. On the flip-side, he can also be one of the friendliest, sweetest guys around, too. It’s just that Jensen really tends not to deal so well with crowds and Jared can understand that. That’s why he’d left Jensen peacefully sleeping, warm and cozy in bed, while Jared went out this morning. It’d been for the best, Jared knows because as much as he’d love to have Jensen here with him, quietly mocking the crazies out and about today, there are two things that Jensen hates just as much as crowds-mornings and being cold. All in all, Jared knows that if he had woken Jensen up this morning at 8 to go with him, he wouldn’t have exactly gotten the best version of Jensen and probably would have been made to regret it.
On Sundays, Jensen has told Jared that on pain of death, Jared is not allowed to disturb him at least before 10. Unless, of course, there’s an orgasm in it for him and he’s allowed to go right back to sleep because, really, not many guys turned down free orgasms. Ordinarily, too Jared would have woken Jensen up for a little bit of morning sex (unlike Jensen who’d happily fuck all night, there was just something about mornings for Jared). Today, though, he just didn’t have the time. He’d had a stylist appointment at 8:15 and God help him if he was late. He’d wanted to set the alarm clock for a little earlier but had forgotten and that, unfortunately, meant he had to miss the sleep complacent hotness that was Jensen in the morning.
Jared groans and shifts his weight, hoping that the drag of his jeans against his newly half-hard dick will be good enough to make the throbbing stop. It isn’t exactly the best thing to be grabbing his dick in the middle of a public street, especially not when has Jensen on his mind because there’d be a very good chance of him ending up in jail instead of on set tomorrow. The walk sign finally flashes its all clear and Jared crosses the street with the crowd that has gathered around him, carefully pushing Jensen from his mind.
Jensen, who was probably still sleeping, warm and naked underneath Jared’s covers and if Jared were to bother him right at this minute, he’d probably moan a drowsy “Jay…” and spread his legs-Jared swears under his breath.
Christ, but he’s in deep, isn’t he? And this is why you don’t fall for your co-star-you spent so much time with them on set that it seemed only natural to just start hanging out together, too, because you know each other so well now and then it’s only a tiny line to step over to start sleeping together which then the next thing you know, even when you’re alone, you’re still not alone because you spend so much time with them that your mind continuously thinks of them whether they’re there or not. Or at least that’s how Jared thinks it goes. Something like that. He’s not exactly an expert on it or anything, but that’s definitely what’s happening to him with Jensen so maybe it’s universal.
Jared checks his watch. 9:10. Morning isn’t even half-way over and here he is already wasting his day off. Not that he had much to do but still. After the appointment with the stylist, Jared’d gotten in a little shopping and he’d been planning on spending the rest of the day just slacking. Maybe hooking up with Jen later on and going to a bar or something. Taking him to a nice restaurant, maybe. Jen deserves nice things, Jared thinks-he deserves to be taken out every now and then.
Which brings him right back to Jensen. Jared rolls his eyes at his own thought patterns and decides to head into the nearest coffee shop. It isn’t that he particularly wants the coffee, but more the fact that it definitely isn’t Jensen and Jared’s hoping that it will be a distraction from his own patheticness. With he sees the line, though, he groans to himself-they’re halfway out the door, for crying out loud! No coffee is worth this. Then Jensen’s right back in Jared’s thoughts saying loud and clear that yes coffee can definitely be worth this and that since he’s here, maybe Jared could pick up a-okay. Stupid idea to think that coffee wouldn’t make him think of Jensen. Jared eyes the line anyway, figuring that since he was here, he might as well get one and then his phone rings.
Startled, Jared jumps before digging it out of his pocket and hauling it up to his ear while apparently the entire coffee shop looks on. Jared ignores them, checking the display before he answers and consequently being unable to keep the cheesy smile off his face. “Hey,” he says warmly.
“Hi,” Jensen replies, deep and raspy like he’d just woken up. There’s a pause and then, “where are you?”
Jared tries his best not to wiggle like a happy puppy but he doesn’t know how successful he is. Jensen had been thinking of him. “I’m at…” he trails off, realizing that, um, he isn’t quite sure where he’s at, just that he’d been walking down a street. “I’m in town,” he covers somewhat smoothly and then changes the subject. “So what’s up?” he asks.
“…My dick.”
It’s said so matter of fact, that Jared’s sure that he must have misheard or something. After all, this is Jensen and, yeah, while Jen can have a dirty mouth when he wants to, there were just certain things he really doesn’t say. And, well, Jared is in the middle of a coffee shop! “What?”
Jensen’s voice, when he replies, is amused but still raspy. “My dick, Jay. It’s up.”
Jared feels himself starting to flush and keeps his eyes firmly on the floor. If he makes eye contact, he’s pretty sure that the entire shop would just know. “You…uh,” Jared licks his lips and tries very hard too hard about this. “You just called to tell me that-that?” He just barely catches himself from repeating Jensen’s phrase.
Jensen’s laugh is dark and sends a thrill down Jared’s spine. If this goes much further, Jared thinks he probably doesn’t want to be the coffee shop for much longer. “No, Jay. I called you because I’m horny because somebody didn’t fuck me this morning and now I’ve got my hand wrapped around my dick and I’m hoping you’ll help me out.”
Just like that, Jared’s hard and his mouth is dry. “Jen,” he says, voice wrecked and not caring if people know him or not. If they know who he’s talking about.
“I mean it, Jay… So fucking hard right now… Mmm, fuck…” Jensen trails off again with a little moan and Jared doesn’t think twice about leaving without his coffee. He’s got to find his truck as in now.
“Don’t you dare come without me,” Jared rasps before he hits the sidewalk in a flat-out run. Jensen keeps moaning in Jared’s ear, sexy little growls, and Jared can’t be bothered to care about how many people are currently staring at the full-grown man sprinting down Vancouver’s main streets. If he’s lucky, no one will recognize him but if he’s not, his agent’s going to be fending off calls tomorrow as to what (or who) had one Jared Padalecki so hot and bothered he had to dash back home. Jared really doesn’t freaking care right now. He’ll deal with the tabloids and the rumor mills later. Right now he’s still got his phone glued to the side of his face and Jensen’s going to make him come in his pants.
Luckily, his truck is parked only two blocks down and Jared manages to slide inside before Jensen pulls out the big guns. With a little hitch to his breathing and a deep, lasting and heartfelt groan, Jensen lets Jared know that the ante has suddenly been upped. Jared whimpers and drops his head against the steering wheel as he shamelessly grabs himself through his jeans, grateful for the cover of the truck. “The silver one?” he asks hoarsely.
Jensen’s reply is rough and distracted and desire stabs directly into Jared’s gut. “No…,” Jensen says, “the blue one.”
“Fuck, Jen, Christ, don’t do this to me…” Jared should have guessed the blue one. He knows it’s Jensen’s favorite. Jen just usually likes to work himself up to it, first, though-draw it out-because while Jared’s still technically bigger, there’s no doubting that that is one big dildo. Jared grips his dick tight trying not to come. “Christ…” It’s also curved on the end, just perfect for hitting Jensen’s…
There’s another shuddery moan across the line and Jared’s jamming the keys into the ignition and savagely throwing the truck into reverse. He’s seriously hoping that there’s no pedestrians or other cars in his way because with his mind so fogged up with thoughts of Jensen naked on their bed, he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t even see them. “Jay…” Jensen’s saying, rough and needy. “So close…”
The truck squeals out onto the street as Jared heads for home, the speed limit way too slow to drive. “God, Jen,” he babbles. “Fuck, baby, hold on for me. Gonna fuck you so hard, just hold on for me…”
“Not gonna last, Jay,” Jensen says. “I’ve gotta-”
“Don’t you dare!” Jared makes a hard right entirely way too fast and Jensen whimpers in his ear, turned on by the order even if he’d never admit to it. As long as Jared doesn’t get pulled over or hit a tree, he’s five minutes from home.
“Fuck…” Jensen says and while there’s a little bit of irritation in his tone, Jared’s fairly certain that he’s going to listen. Which is good, because he’s already going twice the posted speed limit and he’s not sure he dares to crank out more.
The truck’s barely in the garage before Jared’s leaping out of it and running upstairs, fumbles with his clothes as he dashes for his own bedroom where just a few hours before he left Jensen curled up under the covers and dead to the world. Jen’s no longer under the covers, though. He’s currently laying on top of the bed, naked, with the comforter pushed off onto the floor. Legs spread, he’s got on hand on his dick and the other pumping the big blue dildo in and out of his ass. Jared just about drops to his knees. “God, Jensen…” Jared rasps, crawling in. It’s so rare to see Jensen this spread out, this wanton and it’s throwing Jared for one hell of a loop.
Jensen turns his head to look at Jared, licking his lips in invitation. “Hi, Jay,” he says quietly, sounding oddly shy considering how well he’s currently spread and his previous performance over the phone. It’s hotter than fuck as far as Jared’s concerned.
Jared doesn’t answer right away-he can’t seem to get his voice working at the moment. He just growls and jumps up onto the bed between Jensen’s legs, shoving them further apart. He wrestles Jensen’s grip off the dildo, pulling it out of him despite Jensen’s groan of protest and tossing it off to the side. Jensen’s still slick and loose and Jared just thrusts right in. With a gasp, Jensen’s arching off the bed and Jared feels like he’s going to go blind. Even after working himself over with the toy, Jensen’s still tight enough to make Jared’s eyes flutter and his dick pulse as he’s gripped tightly.
“Jay…” Jensen says and Jared’s just gone, fucking into the tight body beneath him. He only gets in a few thrusts, though, before Jensen’s shuddering and shaking, gasping into his orgasm and he’s just so gorgeous that Jared has to bend down to give him a kiss. Jensen meets him with a quiet whimper, still bucking up against Jared as he rides out the pleasure coursing through his system. Jared scoops him up, wrapping his arms around and underneath Jensen, holding him close as he keeps pounding into Jensen. He doesn’t want to let go and even when Jensen finally breaks away to gasp for air, Jared just buries his face against Jensen’s neck, not letting him get an inch of space.
Jensen collapses onto the bed with a worn-out sigh, just letting Jared use him and Jared shudders at the implied trust. Jensen strokes his hands down Jared’s back, fingers following each line of muscle and Jared feels the pleasure start to knot at the base of his spine. A few more thrusts into Jensen’s willing body and he’s coming, moaning into the crook of Jensen’s neck.
Jensen holds him as he comes down, lets Jared pant against his skin and Jared can’t restrain his urge to cuddle. He buries his nose underneath Jensen’s jaw and Jensen lets loose a pleased “mmm…”
Jared grins. “That was crazy hot.”
“Was it?” Jensen asks non-committally, like maybe he’s asking about the weather.
“Mmm. I think you should call me like that all the time. Except, you know, maybe when I’m closer to home or something.” Jared finally lifts his head to peer at Jensen and has to grin at the slight blush on Jensen’s face. Jensen’s carefully not looking at him, studying the wall instead.
“Don’t think that would go over too well on set,” he says mildly.
“Me walking around with a raging hard-on because of the obscene noises you make during phone sex?” Jared asks, his grin growing bigger. “Probably not.”
Jensen rolls his eyes and shoves Jared off of him just enough to roll over onto his side. He grabs the comforter off the floor, dragging it as much on top of him as he can manage and closing his eyes.
“Dude,” Jared says, just a little disbelieving. “Don’t tell me you’re going to go back to sleep after that!”
Jensen snorts and burrows in deeper. “Not my fault you fucked up the routine today.”
“Routine?” Jared rolls the word around in his mouth like he’s going to get different meanings from it if he does so. Then he gets it. With an evil smile, he leans over Jensen’s little cocoon. “You mean the one where I fuck your hot little ass every Sunday morning? That one, Jen?” Jensen doesn’t answer so Jared pushes underneath the covers, dragging the blanket on top of him too, while he lets his hands wander underneath, casually skimming over Jensen’s naked body. Jensen squirms.
“The one where I get to sleep until after ten,” Jensen finally complains, slapping at Jared’s hands.
“After I fuck you,” Jared adds, moving his hands up to Jensen’s chest to drag the man back closer to Jared.
Jensen goes willingly into Jared’s embrace even as he growls, “It’s after. Time to sleep until after ten.”
Jared laughs. “Fair enough.” He pushes his nose into Jensen’s hair, smiling as Jensen collapses back against him. He decides not to mention that ten o’clock is actually in only a few minutes now. Maybe he’d actually let Jensen sleep in until 11 this week. As a reward for the little unexpected phone call.
Author: dragonspell
Series: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pr0nz. No plot whatsoever
Summary: Jared forgets to do part of his Sunday morning routine. Jensen calls to remind him.
Word Count: 2730
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
For Vancouver, it’s a gorgeous day. Maybe not for other cities but for Vancouver, it’s pretty damn good. Standing on a street corner, waiting for the light to turn red so he can cross, Jared glances up at the cloudless sky and marvels. It’s actually warm out for once, too, and Jared stretches his arms up over his head, just enjoying the heat. Sure, according to Texas standards, today might be considered a bit on the brisk side but it’s currently early spring in Canada for crying outloud, and he’ll take his victories where he can get them.
People are staring a bit, probably wondering why the gigantic man is trying to make himself even bigger and Jared grins, tugging his baseball hat down further over his eyes. It isn’t that he thinks he’ll be immediately recognized if he takes it off, but more that he really just doesn’t want to deal with it today. Fans are great just sometimes he needs a break.
Jensen is one that understands breaks. But then, Jensen can be an anti-social bastard if you just give him half a chance. On the flip-side, he can also be one of the friendliest, sweetest guys around, too. It’s just that Jensen really tends not to deal so well with crowds and Jared can understand that. That’s why he’d left Jensen peacefully sleeping, warm and cozy in bed, while Jared went out this morning. It’d been for the best, Jared knows because as much as he’d love to have Jensen here with him, quietly mocking the crazies out and about today, there are two things that Jensen hates just as much as crowds-mornings and being cold. All in all, Jared knows that if he had woken Jensen up this morning at 8 to go with him, he wouldn’t have exactly gotten the best version of Jensen and probably would have been made to regret it.
On Sundays, Jensen has told Jared that on pain of death, Jared is not allowed to disturb him at least before 10. Unless, of course, there’s an orgasm in it for him and he’s allowed to go right back to sleep because, really, not many guys turned down free orgasms. Ordinarily, too Jared would have woken Jensen up for a little bit of morning sex (unlike Jensen who’d happily fuck all night, there was just something about mornings for Jared). Today, though, he just didn’t have the time. He’d had a stylist appointment at 8:15 and God help him if he was late. He’d wanted to set the alarm clock for a little earlier but had forgotten and that, unfortunately, meant he had to miss the sleep complacent hotness that was Jensen in the morning.
Jared groans and shifts his weight, hoping that the drag of his jeans against his newly half-hard dick will be good enough to make the throbbing stop. It isn’t exactly the best thing to be grabbing his dick in the middle of a public street, especially not when has Jensen on his mind because there’d be a very good chance of him ending up in jail instead of on set tomorrow. The walk sign finally flashes its all clear and Jared crosses the street with the crowd that has gathered around him, carefully pushing Jensen from his mind.
Jensen, who was probably still sleeping, warm and naked underneath Jared’s covers and if Jared were to bother him right at this minute, he’d probably moan a drowsy “Jay…” and spread his legs-Jared swears under his breath.
Christ, but he’s in deep, isn’t he? And this is why you don’t fall for your co-star-you spent so much time with them on set that it seemed only natural to just start hanging out together, too, because you know each other so well now and then it’s only a tiny line to step over to start sleeping together which then the next thing you know, even when you’re alone, you’re still not alone because you spend so much time with them that your mind continuously thinks of them whether they’re there or not. Or at least that’s how Jared thinks it goes. Something like that. He’s not exactly an expert on it or anything, but that’s definitely what’s happening to him with Jensen so maybe it’s universal.
Jared checks his watch. 9:10. Morning isn’t even half-way over and here he is already wasting his day off. Not that he had much to do but still. After the appointment with the stylist, Jared’d gotten in a little shopping and he’d been planning on spending the rest of the day just slacking. Maybe hooking up with Jen later on and going to a bar or something. Taking him to a nice restaurant, maybe. Jen deserves nice things, Jared thinks-he deserves to be taken out every now and then.
Which brings him right back to Jensen. Jared rolls his eyes at his own thought patterns and decides to head into the nearest coffee shop. It isn’t that he particularly wants the coffee, but more the fact that it definitely isn’t Jensen and Jared’s hoping that it will be a distraction from his own patheticness. With he sees the line, though, he groans to himself-they’re halfway out the door, for crying out loud! No coffee is worth this. Then Jensen’s right back in Jared’s thoughts saying loud and clear that yes coffee can definitely be worth this and that since he’s here, maybe Jared could pick up a-okay. Stupid idea to think that coffee wouldn’t make him think of Jensen. Jared eyes the line anyway, figuring that since he was here, he might as well get one and then his phone rings.
Startled, Jared jumps before digging it out of his pocket and hauling it up to his ear while apparently the entire coffee shop looks on. Jared ignores them, checking the display before he answers and consequently being unable to keep the cheesy smile off his face. “Hey,” he says warmly.
“Hi,” Jensen replies, deep and raspy like he’d just woken up. There’s a pause and then, “where are you?”
Jared tries his best not to wiggle like a happy puppy but he doesn’t know how successful he is. Jensen had been thinking of him. “I’m at…” he trails off, realizing that, um, he isn’t quite sure where he’s at, just that he’d been walking down a street. “I’m in town,” he covers somewhat smoothly and then changes the subject. “So what’s up?” he asks.
“…My dick.”
It’s said so matter of fact, that Jared’s sure that he must have misheard or something. After all, this is Jensen and, yeah, while Jen can have a dirty mouth when he wants to, there were just certain things he really doesn’t say. And, well, Jared is in the middle of a coffee shop! “What?”
Jensen’s voice, when he replies, is amused but still raspy. “My dick, Jay. It’s up.”
Jared feels himself starting to flush and keeps his eyes firmly on the floor. If he makes eye contact, he’s pretty sure that the entire shop would just know. “You…uh,” Jared licks his lips and tries very hard too hard about this. “You just called to tell me that-that?” He just barely catches himself from repeating Jensen’s phrase.
Jensen’s laugh is dark and sends a thrill down Jared’s spine. If this goes much further, Jared thinks he probably doesn’t want to be the coffee shop for much longer. “No, Jay. I called you because I’m horny because somebody didn’t fuck me this morning and now I’ve got my hand wrapped around my dick and I’m hoping you’ll help me out.”
Just like that, Jared’s hard and his mouth is dry. “Jen,” he says, voice wrecked and not caring if people know him or not. If they know who he’s talking about.
“I mean it, Jay… So fucking hard right now… Mmm, fuck…” Jensen trails off again with a little moan and Jared doesn’t think twice about leaving without his coffee. He’s got to find his truck as in now.
“Don’t you dare come without me,” Jared rasps before he hits the sidewalk in a flat-out run. Jensen keeps moaning in Jared’s ear, sexy little growls, and Jared can’t be bothered to care about how many people are currently staring at the full-grown man sprinting down Vancouver’s main streets. If he’s lucky, no one will recognize him but if he’s not, his agent’s going to be fending off calls tomorrow as to what (or who) had one Jared Padalecki so hot and bothered he had to dash back home. Jared really doesn’t freaking care right now. He’ll deal with the tabloids and the rumor mills later. Right now he’s still got his phone glued to the side of his face and Jensen’s going to make him come in his pants.
Luckily, his truck is parked only two blocks down and Jared manages to slide inside before Jensen pulls out the big guns. With a little hitch to his breathing and a deep, lasting and heartfelt groan, Jensen lets Jared know that the ante has suddenly been upped. Jared whimpers and drops his head against the steering wheel as he shamelessly grabs himself through his jeans, grateful for the cover of the truck. “The silver one?” he asks hoarsely.
Jensen’s reply is rough and distracted and desire stabs directly into Jared’s gut. “No…,” Jensen says, “the blue one.”
“Fuck, Jen, Christ, don’t do this to me…” Jared should have guessed the blue one. He knows it’s Jensen’s favorite. Jen just usually likes to work himself up to it, first, though-draw it out-because while Jared’s still technically bigger, there’s no doubting that that is one big dildo. Jared grips his dick tight trying not to come. “Christ…” It’s also curved on the end, just perfect for hitting Jensen’s…
There’s another shuddery moan across the line and Jared’s jamming the keys into the ignition and savagely throwing the truck into reverse. He’s seriously hoping that there’s no pedestrians or other cars in his way because with his mind so fogged up with thoughts of Jensen naked on their bed, he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t even see them. “Jay…” Jensen’s saying, rough and needy. “So close…”
The truck squeals out onto the street as Jared heads for home, the speed limit way too slow to drive. “God, Jen,” he babbles. “Fuck, baby, hold on for me. Gonna fuck you so hard, just hold on for me…”
“Not gonna last, Jay,” Jensen says. “I’ve gotta-”
“Don’t you dare!” Jared makes a hard right entirely way too fast and Jensen whimpers in his ear, turned on by the order even if he’d never admit to it. As long as Jared doesn’t get pulled over or hit a tree, he’s five minutes from home.
“Fuck…” Jensen says and while there’s a little bit of irritation in his tone, Jared’s fairly certain that he’s going to listen. Which is good, because he’s already going twice the posted speed limit and he’s not sure he dares to crank out more.
The truck’s barely in the garage before Jared’s leaping out of it and running upstairs, fumbles with his clothes as he dashes for his own bedroom where just a few hours before he left Jensen curled up under the covers and dead to the world. Jen’s no longer under the covers, though. He’s currently laying on top of the bed, naked, with the comforter pushed off onto the floor. Legs spread, he’s got on hand on his dick and the other pumping the big blue dildo in and out of his ass. Jared just about drops to his knees. “God, Jensen…” Jared rasps, crawling in. It’s so rare to see Jensen this spread out, this wanton and it’s throwing Jared for one hell of a loop.
Jensen turns his head to look at Jared, licking his lips in invitation. “Hi, Jay,” he says quietly, sounding oddly shy considering how well he’s currently spread and his previous performance over the phone. It’s hotter than fuck as far as Jared’s concerned.
Jared doesn’t answer right away-he can’t seem to get his voice working at the moment. He just growls and jumps up onto the bed between Jensen’s legs, shoving them further apart. He wrestles Jensen’s grip off the dildo, pulling it out of him despite Jensen’s groan of protest and tossing it off to the side. Jensen’s still slick and loose and Jared just thrusts right in. With a gasp, Jensen’s arching off the bed and Jared feels like he’s going to go blind. Even after working himself over with the toy, Jensen’s still tight enough to make Jared’s eyes flutter and his dick pulse as he’s gripped tightly.
“Jay…” Jensen says and Jared’s just gone, fucking into the tight body beneath him. He only gets in a few thrusts, though, before Jensen’s shuddering and shaking, gasping into his orgasm and he’s just so gorgeous that Jared has to bend down to give him a kiss. Jensen meets him with a quiet whimper, still bucking up against Jared as he rides out the pleasure coursing through his system. Jared scoops him up, wrapping his arms around and underneath Jensen, holding him close as he keeps pounding into Jensen. He doesn’t want to let go and even when Jensen finally breaks away to gasp for air, Jared just buries his face against Jensen’s neck, not letting him get an inch of space.
Jensen collapses onto the bed with a worn-out sigh, just letting Jared use him and Jared shudders at the implied trust. Jensen strokes his hands down Jared’s back, fingers following each line of muscle and Jared feels the pleasure start to knot at the base of his spine. A few more thrusts into Jensen’s willing body and he’s coming, moaning into the crook of Jensen’s neck.
Jensen holds him as he comes down, lets Jared pant against his skin and Jared can’t restrain his urge to cuddle. He buries his nose underneath Jensen’s jaw and Jensen lets loose a pleased “mmm…”
Jared grins. “That was crazy hot.”
“Was it?” Jensen asks non-committally, like maybe he’s asking about the weather.
“Mmm. I think you should call me like that all the time. Except, you know, maybe when I’m closer to home or something.” Jared finally lifts his head to peer at Jensen and has to grin at the slight blush on Jensen’s face. Jensen’s carefully not looking at him, studying the wall instead.
“Don’t think that would go over too well on set,” he says mildly.
“Me walking around with a raging hard-on because of the obscene noises you make during phone sex?” Jared asks, his grin growing bigger. “Probably not.”
Jensen rolls his eyes and shoves Jared off of him just enough to roll over onto his side. He grabs the comforter off the floor, dragging it as much on top of him as he can manage and closing his eyes.
“Dude,” Jared says, just a little disbelieving. “Don’t tell me you’re going to go back to sleep after that!”
Jensen snorts and burrows in deeper. “Not my fault you fucked up the routine today.”
“Routine?” Jared rolls the word around in his mouth like he’s going to get different meanings from it if he does so. Then he gets it. With an evil smile, he leans over Jensen’s little cocoon. “You mean the one where I fuck your hot little ass every Sunday morning? That one, Jen?” Jensen doesn’t answer so Jared pushes underneath the covers, dragging the blanket on top of him too, while he lets his hands wander underneath, casually skimming over Jensen’s naked body. Jensen squirms.
“The one where I get to sleep until after ten,” Jensen finally complains, slapping at Jared’s hands.
“After I fuck you,” Jared adds, moving his hands up to Jensen’s chest to drag the man back closer to Jared.
Jensen goes willingly into Jared’s embrace even as he growls, “It’s after. Time to sleep until after ten.”
Jared laughs. “Fair enough.” He pushes his nose into Jensen’s hair, smiling as Jensen collapses back against him. He decides not to mention that ten o’clock is actually in only a few minutes now. Maybe he’d actually let Jensen sleep in until 11 this week. As a reward for the little unexpected phone call.