Fic: RPS (Jared/Jensen): Sugary Sweet | NC-17 | 4180 words
Title: Sugary Sweet
Author: dragonspell
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU. Non-FDA approved use of sugar and icing...
Summary: Jensen never expected his life to turn out this way but it did. Now he owns a bakery with his own regular customers including a cute slacker with an insatiable sweet tooth.
Word Count: 4180
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
A/N: Written for the blindfold_spn prompt of J2 AU: baker!Jensen; messy sex with lots of sugar! :) : Jensen owns a bakery. Jared is a regular customer who loves all of Jensen's sweet treats. Jared keeps Jensen company one late night while he's baking things for the next day. Eventually leading to lots of messy sex in Jensen's kitchen - covered in sugar, flour, etc, etc.
Life was full of funny little twists. When Jensen was growing up, he’d had a lot of dreams about what he wanted to be-actor, doctor, lawyer, rockstar-but never in a million years would he have guessed what his passion would turn out to be. Baking just hadn’t been something that kid Jensen had seen as too terribly exciting.
That was before he hit high school, though, where he took a home ec class because he needed an elective and wanted a blow-off class to keep his grade point high enough so that he could stay on the lacrosse team. Little did he know that it would change the course of his entire life.
Years later, Jensen had finally opened his own bakery and he really couldn’t have been happier. He was doing what he loved and making damn good money at it, his talents having even been recognized in the local paper’s Food section. He had his regulars, people that stopped by daily, regularly as clockwork including one incredibly cute guy that may have looked like he spent all day in a gym but had a sweet tooth that almost couldn’t be believed.
He was Jensen’s favorite because, try as he might, Jensen wasn’t above perving on one of his customers-especially not when said customer insisted on shamelessly flirting with Jensen and starting a little pit of warmth in Jensen’s belly nearly every single day. The guy’s name was Jared and Jensen was starting to wonder if Jared actually had a job because he seemed to be at Jensen’s bakery more often than Jensen was. Not that Jensen minded because, like he’d said, Jared was hotter than Jensen’s industrial oven. And appreciative.
Jared couldn’t exactly offer Jensen much better feedback on some of his more experimental recipes other than “It’s good!” or a little bit of unselfconscious moaning-and didn’t Jensen just love that last one-but the tall man would happily devour anything that was put in front of him. Jensen had started to even give Jared freebies-testing anything new out on him because Jared was of the eat-first, ask questions later variety of trying new things. Now that Jensen thought about it, perhaps that was why Jared was always hanging around…
All in all, though, it all added up to the fact that Jensen was quietly suffering his way through a pretty serious crush. Unfortunately for him, he knew for a fact that Jared had a girlfriend-had seen him kiss her goodbye just outside of the bakery too many times to count. Apparently Jared’s girlfriend didn’t share his love of sweets. Then again, Jensen thought, he doubted that anyone could match Jared’s sweet tooth.
It was Jensen’s stupid little crush, though-that breathless and giddy feeling that Jensen got every time that he was around Jared-that had made Jensen do something that he shouldn’t have. It was past closing time and he had yet to kick Jared, his last customer, out. In fact, Jared was currently leaning up against a counter in the kitchen, talking happily to Jensen as Jensen tried to focus on what he was baking for tomorrow. Jensen knew that he didn’t have the heart to try and make Jared leave because even if Jared did have a girlfriend, Jensen still wanted to hang around him and feed off of how Jared made him feel because Jensen was just that pathetic.
“Don’t touch that,” Jensen warned. Jared tried to look innocent but he wasn’t fooling Jensen-not with his finger hanging just above the icing that Jensen had just finished mixing up. “I’m serious, Jared,” Jensen said, trying for a threatening look but knowing that he was failing miserably. “Don’t make me have to kick you out.”
“You wouldn’t kick me out, Jen,” Jared said confidently, leaning back against the counter again. Jensen tried to ignore the little shiver that Jared’s nickname caused.
“Why’s that?” Jensen asked, reaching for the flour to his right.
“Because you think I’m hot,” Jared told him and dunked his finger into the icing while Jensen gaped like a landed fish.
“You…” Jensen started, not particularly knowing hot to finish. How had Jared figured it out? Had Jensen been that obvious? And why wasn’t the supposed straight guy freaking out? Or, or, or maybe Jensen was just taking this way out of context and Jared was just joking around, not knowing how right he was. Judging by the way that Jared popped his finger into his mouth and sucked while staring at Jensen, though, Jensen didn’t think that he was misunderstanding.
When his finger was clean, Jared pulled it out of his mouth, giving it one last lick. “You tryin’ to tell me you don’t find me hot, Jen?” he drawled. “Because I’ve seen the way you look at me. I’ve been lookin’ back, after all.” Jared moved in close to Jensen, pushing the bowl of icing back against the wall because Jared apparently had something else that he wanted to try. He ducked his head and pressed his lips to Jensen’s, tasting of sugar and cream and something that was undeniably Jared.
Jensen stopped breathing, unable to believe that this was actually happening even as he surged forward, quietly begging for more. Jared gave it to him, licking along Jensen’s lips as Jensen’s toes started to curl except…
Jensen shoved Jared away, retreating as Jared just barely managed to catch himself on the counter. “You have a girlfriend!” he blurted. Jensen wasn’t going to do that to her-he’d never met the girl but she looked sweet and she’d undoubtedly be hurt if Jared cheated on her-especially with another man.
Jared, though, was staring at Jensen like he was crazy, eyebrows furled and mouth dropped open. “What?”
Jensen put some distance between them, circling around to the other side of the kitchen island because, noble thoughts aside, Jensen didn’t think that he’d have it in him to say no if Jared wanted to force the issue. “You have a girlfriend,” Jensen repeated. He ducked down, peering at Jared from under the hanging pans to make sure that Jared wasn’t trying anything funny.
Jared stayed put, still staring at Jensen. “Jen, I’m gay,” he protested, pointing his hands at his chest. “And I swear to God that I’m single. I’d have to be! I mean, I spend nearly every waking moment here! I don’t think that a boyfriend would appreciate me spending all my free time hanging out with the hot bakery owner, you know?” He looked so incredibly earnest that Jensen wanted to believe him. He really did. He just couldn’t shake the repeated images of Jared happily smooching the tiny black-haired girl in front of the store.
“I’ve seen her,” Jensen hissed. How fucking dare Jared try to play this game. What, did he think that Jensen never left the bakery? That he’d been hatched out of a puff pastry or something? Jared tried to get closer, circling around to the left, so Jensen dodged right.
“Who?” Jared shouted, frustration tightening his voice as he stopped trying to catch Jensen.
Jensen snorted. “The girl in front of the shop. Your girlfriend. You kiss her all the time and I really think you should leave now.” He needed to get out before Jensen caved, girlfriend or not, because Jensen just wasn’t that strong. He knew that even if Jared was a complete scumbag, cheating on the sweet girl that dropped him off week after week, all would take would be Jared getting a hold of Jensen again and Jensen would probably be on his knees faster than a two dollar whore.
It hadn’t exactly been recent for him and, so, okay, maybe Jared did have some justification for assuming that Jensen wasn’t really aware of the outside world and that he never left the bakery. Jensen left maybe a few times a month to get groceries because he lived upstairs and had all his baking supplies delivered to his back door.
“Are you talking about Sandy?” Jared asked incredulously.
“If that’s the name of the girl you’re always kissing then yes,” Jensen retorted, wondering just how long Jared was going to keep this innocent charade up.
He hadn’t expected Jared to start laughing. It really had been the last reaction in the world that Jensen expected and he was at as loss as to why it was happening.
As Jensen watched, Jared slowly dissolved into giggles until he was actually bent over at the waist and wiping at his eyes. “I’ll have to tell you that you thought that,” Jared finally said and Jensen tried to decide if he was offended or not. He crossed his arms defensively in front of himself, still staring at the laughing Jared. “She’ll get a kick out of it.”
“Are you trying to say that she’s not your girlfriend?” Jensen asked flatly because, deathly cute or not, Jensen really didn’t appreciate being laughed at by Jared.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Jared repeated, slowly recovering from his fit of giggles. “Because like I said, I’m gay.”
Jensen ruthlessly squashed the little kernel of hope trying to blossom in his chest. He wasn’t falling for it. “Who is she then?” he asked.
Jared leaned back against the counter, trying to project non-threateningness but really just coming off as incredibly hot. Jensen swallowed and glanced away. “She’s my best-friend,” he replied easily. “Has been since the seventh grade.”
Jensen frowned. “You kiss all your friends?”
“Just the ones I like,” Jared teased, subtly shifting towards Jensen.
Jensen inched towards the opposite direction. “Seriously,” he said.
Jared sighed and shrugged. “It’s just something that we do, Jen. Truth be told, I wasn’t even thinking about what you might think if you saw it because I don’t even considering it kissing.” Jensen raised an eyebrow, wondering what the Hell Jared considered kissing then and Jared grinned. “Trust me, Jen,” he said, using Jensen’s little nickname again, “if I kiss you, you know it. That little thing that we did a few minutes ago? You know when you were clinging to me and wanting more and I was starting to get a boner the size of Texas? That’s the start of what I call kissing.”
Jensen’s breath caught as a replay of the moment that Jared was talking about flashed through his head, weakening his defenses and, damn it, he couldn’t believe that he was falling for all of this. “You’re really gay?” he asked, trying not to sound too overly pathetic.
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” Jared said. He pushed away from the counter and moved toward Jensen who didn’t bother to run away with this time. “God, Jensen, in my head, I’ve been dating you for months now so can I please start kissing you again?” Jensen licked his lips, already anticipating it despite himself but didn’t give Jared and answer, just stared at him. “I’ll introduce you to Sandy,” Jared pleaded. “She’s been on a diet so she hasn’t wanted to come in because she’s got just as big of a sweet tooth at me but she’ll be really upset if she finds out that she’s the reason why the guy that I’ve been babbling about for the past four months rejected me.”
Well, when it put it like that… Throwing caution to the wind, Jensen sunk his fists into Jared’s shirt and pulled him forward into another kiss. Jared gasped against his lips, harsh and quick, before he started kissing Jensen back, tongue licking inside of Jensen’s mouth again. Jared pressed Jensen back against the counter, leaning over him and making Jensen stretch upward and work for it. It wasn’t too terribly often that Jensen met a guy that was as tall as Jared-one that made even Jensen feel short-but he had to say that he rather liked it. While Jensen was busy memorizing every last detail about how Jared kissed, Jared took advantage of his distraction to pick him up and set him on the counter.
Jensen broke away from the kiss, panting, as he looked down. “Holy shit,” he muttered, amazed that Jared had been strong enough to pick him up.
“That’s not all I can do,” Jared teased and parted Jensen’s legs to step in between them. Jared pulled Jensen forward, bring Jensen’s crotch into contact with the abs that Jensen had always known were rock hard despite the amount of sugar that Jared consumed. Jensen whimpered, pushing his dick against Jared and Jared kissed him again, arms winding around behind Jensen and holding him tightly as he leaned forward. Jensen shuddered, his own arms rising to brace himself against the wall, unable to convince himself that he wasn’t going to fall, but, unfortunately, he’d forgotten where he was.
Jensen’s hand knocked into the shelf behind them and in a cascade of white, the opened bag of powdered sugar that he’d tossed up onto the shelf came crashing down on them, covering them with a fine dusting. Jensen flushed, mortified even as the more practical concern of if he had enough to finish the morning donuts flashed through his mind. Then Jared grinned at him and Jensen decided that maybe he had more pressing matters at hand-like how his dick was still grinding against Jared.
“Don’t worry about it,” Jared whispered and he licked a long stripe up Jensen’s sugar coated cheek. “It just makes you more delicious.”
Jensen was pretty sure that his stomach was lying somewhere on the floor, having bottomed out at the sound of Jared’s sex-filled voice. Jensen shoved his hands into Jared’s hair, holding him still and showing him that he wasn’t the only one who knew how to kiss. Jared groaned and shoved Jensen backward, twisting him before using his insanely long legs to easily climb up onto the countertop with Jensen. “Flat surface,” Jared muttered and Jensen’s hips bucked upward.
Jared pushed Jensen flat, spilling flour all over the counter and them but Jensen couldn’t find the will to care and Jared was uninterested in anything but Jensen. Jared’s hand shoved into the flour as he braced himself, hips moving against Jensen’s. Jensen’s answering thrust, though, nearly rolled them off the countertop.
“Whoa!” Jared said, catching himself using a cupboard handle. He blinked down at Jensen, looking adorably hot with the streaks of white powder covering his face and dusting his hair.
“We should get down,” Jensen muttered.
Jared immediately collapsed back on top of him, sucking at his neck. “Don’t want to stop.”
What a coincidence. Neither did Jensen. Jensen swallowed hard. “Wasn’t saying that we should stop,” he said. “Floor just might be safer.” Jared let go of Jensen’s neck with a wet pop and he grinned at Jensen before clambering down off the counter, standing up and waiting expectantly for Jensen. Jensen sat up, self-consciously trying to dust himself off a little and wondering when his life had become a pastry-lover’s idea of porn when Jared grabbed his arms and hauled him forward. Jesus but Jared was strong.
Jensen had all the resistance of a wet paper bag as Jared manhandled him down off the counter and laid him out on the floor. Jared plunged his tongue back into Jensen’s mouth but only for a moment and then he was gone. Jensen grabbed uselessly at him but Jared chuckled. “Thinkin’ that maybe we’re a little overdressed, Jen,” he said and pulled off his shirt. Jensen couldn’t do much more than stare and try not to drool because damn, his imagination hadn’t even come close to just how hot Jared was. Jared grinned, trailing his hand down his bare chest teasingly. “Should do the same,” he murmured.
Not wasting anymore time, Jensen sat bolt upright and whipped his shirt over his head before tearing at the strings of his folded over apron, yanking the knot loose. His fingers fumbled and Jensen cursed while Jared chuckled and when he finally got it off, Jensen vengefully threw it into a corner.
When Jared came back, his was in nothing but his underwear, tight red boxer-briefs that hugged his hips and the bulge of his cock and Jensen wasn’t sure where he wanted to look first-at the parts of Jared that were uncovered or at the parts that were still only being hinted at. Each one had its own appeal. “Yeah, me too,” Jared said, correctly picking up on Jensen’s dilemma. He knelt beside Jensen, his long legs folding underneath of him and that was when Jensen finally noticed what Jared had in his hands.
Jared set the bowl of icing down beside Jensen, dipping his finger in again and grinning at Jensen. “That’s for the cake,” Jensen protested. If they used it up, he guaranteed he wouldn’t be able to make more.
“I’ll say,” Jared replied and smeared a gob onto Jensen’s bare chest. Jensen gasped as Jared followed it up with his tongue, licking at the sweet mixture and Jensen’s skin indiscriminately. Any other protests died on Jensen’s lips and Jared smirked, knowing that he’d won as he smeared another gob onto Jensen’s left nipple, dipping his head to suck the now covered nub into his mouth. Deciding not to fight anymore, Jensen clutched at Jared’s hair and let the other man push him down to floor, licking wherever he pleased.
Jensen squirmed underneath Jared’s tongue, certain that Jared was going to drive him crazy before too long because Jared seemed deadset on covering and licking every square inch of Jensen’s body. He bucked upward, unable to hold himself still as Jared nipped at his stomach and Jared chuckled. He smeared another gob onto Jensen’s forearm and took a long lick that ended in the curve of Jensen’s elbow. “Fuck, Jared,” Jensen panted because that wasn’t supposed to be hot yet it had his dick twitching like mad.
“Did you want to try it?” Jared asked innocently, holding a coated finger to Jensen’s mouth. Jensen didn’t hesitate-sucking Jared’s finger between his lips and swirling his tongue around it. Jared choked back a small noise, staring at Jensen and, yeah, Jensen wanted in on the fun, too. He was the one who’d made the icing after all. Why shouldn’t he get to lick it up too?
Jensen caught Jared’s wrist and used it as leverage to pull himself to his knees. He gave Jared’s finger one last lick and pushed at Jared’s shoulder, encouraging him to fall backward. “Lay down,” he said. “It’s my turn.” Jared shuddered and did as he was told, rolling off his knees and onto his back. He had an even worse time than Jensen holding still, though, squirming already. That was okay, Jensen thought, because he wasn’t going to tease Jared forever like Jared had been trying to do to him. Jensen dipped his entire hand into the bowl of icing, his fist grabbing a thick gob while his other hand yanked down the elastic band of Jared’s underwear.
Jared whimpered, his eyes narrowing with desperation as his hips jerked eagerly, his cock smearing an entirely different kind of white substance against the skin of his belly. Jensen licked his lips, meeting Jared’s eyes. “Did you want something?” he asked and Jared shuddered again as he gave up on even trying to be patient, his hand flying to grab his cock, clutching it around the base. Jensen smirked in amusement and smeared his handful of frosting over Jared’s cock, glazing it with sugar.
“Oh God…” Jared choked out. “Oh God, oh God, oh God…” He bolted upright and clutched Jensen’s head, tilting his face up for another kiss that nearly had his tongue shoving down Jensen’s throat. Then he broke away, breathing hard. “Yeah, please, God, baby, do it, please…”
Never one to want to leave a man hanging, Jensen gripped the base of Jared’s dick, fingers wrapping over the same spot where Jared had previously been holding himself and tilted Jared’s dick upward for a good long lick. Jared breath caught in his throat and his leg kicked as his whole body arched, trying to follow Jensen’s tongue as Jensen pulled away. Knowing that he was going to possibly end up with a broken nose if he didn’t, Jensen pinned Jared’s hips to the floor and licked him again. Jared whined and squirmed underneath Jensen, sliding against the floor but not leaving it and Jensen’s own dick throbbed between his legs as he applied little kittenish licks of his tongue to the underside of Jared’s shaft, laving over both the icing and Jared’s sensitive skin, savoring Jared like an expensive chocolate.
Jared was full-on babbling by the time that Jensen made his way to the head of Jared’s dick, muttering promises and nonsense as he begged. “God, please, so fucking hot, Jen, God, yes, your mouth, you have no damn idea, please, Jen, I want it, please for the love of God, please!”
Jensen finally licked over the head of Jared’s dick, tongue swiping over the slit and Jared exploded, nearly rising off the floor even though Jensen was using nearly his entire upper body to try and keep him down. Jared’s dick spasmed, releasing precome that dribbled downward and Jensen licked it up, too, the salty tang contrasting sharply with the sweetness of the icing. Liking the taste of the two flavors combined, Jensen chuckled to himself, thinking that it was his own special treat. It was a new discovery but he didn’t think that it would go over well with the regular crowd, no matter how delicious it was.
Jared was nearly incoherent underneath and, finally taking pity on him, Jensen swallowed him down whole, his lips sealing around Jared’s shaft as he sucked him. Jared panted, his hips rolling instinctively as Jensen steadily worked him over, his hand cupping whatever his mouth couldn’t get to-Jared had a monster of a cock-and rhythmically sliding himself up and down as his tongue worked the underside. He loved the feel of Jared’s thick dick inside his mouth, liked how it made him stretch and liked how it felt on his tongue. It’d been far too long since Jensen had had an actual dick in his mouth instead of just his fingers and a lot of imagination and he’d nearly forgotten just how much he’d missed it.
Jared grabbed Jensen’s hair when he was close, yanking on it in warning and Jensen hummed his understanding and let Jared shoot down his throat because like Hell was he wasting a single damn drop.
Panting, Jared slumped against the floor, one hand rising to push his sweaty hair out of his eyes, smearing the flour and the sugar against his damp skin. Jensen pulled off of him after one last suck, letting Jared’s dick flop against his belly as he grinned down at the exhausted man on the floor of his kitchen.
“How was it?” Jensen asked playfully. “Think it could have used a little bit more vanilla?”
“Ngh,” Jared grunted, throwing an arm over his eyes. Jensen chuckled and rubbed himself against Jared’s leg, the friction sending shivers skating up and down his spine. He almost thought that he could get off just like this-the fact that it was Jared was good enough for him and he didn’t mind dry humping against him like a horny teenager because Jared was just that hot.
He didn’t get a chance to find out because as soon as he started getting into it-closing his eyes and going for it-he found himself flipped onto his back with his underwear and pants being dragged down over his hips. He had a split second to look down and note Jared’s head before his dick was enveloped in wet heat and perfect suction and the world disappeared.
Jensen shoved a hand against his mouth to stop himself from dissolving into begging as Jared blew his damn mind. Jared was apparently good at more than just kissing because Jensen didn’t stand a chance against Jared’s onslaught. Jared sucked him down better than a damn vacuum cleaner and it was far too soon before Jensen arching upward, his body tightening, moaning as he came. Jared returned Jensen’s favor, swallowing it all as well as Jensen’s world reeled.
When it settled back down, Jared was lying on top of him, studying his face intently. Jensen huffed a self-conscious laugh. “What?” he asked.
Jared nuzzled Jensen’s cheek. “Just thinking.”
Jensen’s eyebrows rose. “About?”
“The fact that you might be the sweetest thing that I’ve ever tasted,” Jared replied, not even batting an eyelid at the corny line and Jensen barked a laugh. Then he gobbed a bit more icing into Jared’s hair because he was thinking the exact same thing.
When this day had started, Jensen really hadn’t expected it to end by offering to share a shower with the hot guy that practically lived in his bakery but life was full of funny little twists like that.
Author: dragonspell
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU. Non-FDA approved use of sugar and icing...
Summary: Jensen never expected his life to turn out this way but it did. Now he owns a bakery with his own regular customers including a cute slacker with an insatiable sweet tooth.
Word Count: 4180
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
A/N: Written for the blindfold_spn prompt of J2 AU: baker!Jensen; messy sex with lots of sugar! :) : Jensen owns a bakery. Jared is a regular customer who loves all of Jensen's sweet treats. Jared keeps Jensen company one late night while he's baking things for the next day. Eventually leading to lots of messy sex in Jensen's kitchen - covered in sugar, flour, etc, etc.
Life was full of funny little twists. When Jensen was growing up, he’d had a lot of dreams about what he wanted to be-actor, doctor, lawyer, rockstar-but never in a million years would he have guessed what his passion would turn out to be. Baking just hadn’t been something that kid Jensen had seen as too terribly exciting.
That was before he hit high school, though, where he took a home ec class because he needed an elective and wanted a blow-off class to keep his grade point high enough so that he could stay on the lacrosse team. Little did he know that it would change the course of his entire life.
Years later, Jensen had finally opened his own bakery and he really couldn’t have been happier. He was doing what he loved and making damn good money at it, his talents having even been recognized in the local paper’s Food section. He had his regulars, people that stopped by daily, regularly as clockwork including one incredibly cute guy that may have looked like he spent all day in a gym but had a sweet tooth that almost couldn’t be believed.
He was Jensen’s favorite because, try as he might, Jensen wasn’t above perving on one of his customers-especially not when said customer insisted on shamelessly flirting with Jensen and starting a little pit of warmth in Jensen’s belly nearly every single day. The guy’s name was Jared and Jensen was starting to wonder if Jared actually had a job because he seemed to be at Jensen’s bakery more often than Jensen was. Not that Jensen minded because, like he’d said, Jared was hotter than Jensen’s industrial oven. And appreciative.
Jared couldn’t exactly offer Jensen much better feedback on some of his more experimental recipes other than “It’s good!” or a little bit of unselfconscious moaning-and didn’t Jensen just love that last one-but the tall man would happily devour anything that was put in front of him. Jensen had started to even give Jared freebies-testing anything new out on him because Jared was of the eat-first, ask questions later variety of trying new things. Now that Jensen thought about it, perhaps that was why Jared was always hanging around…
All in all, though, it all added up to the fact that Jensen was quietly suffering his way through a pretty serious crush. Unfortunately for him, he knew for a fact that Jared had a girlfriend-had seen him kiss her goodbye just outside of the bakery too many times to count. Apparently Jared’s girlfriend didn’t share his love of sweets. Then again, Jensen thought, he doubted that anyone could match Jared’s sweet tooth.
It was Jensen’s stupid little crush, though-that breathless and giddy feeling that Jensen got every time that he was around Jared-that had made Jensen do something that he shouldn’t have. It was past closing time and he had yet to kick Jared, his last customer, out. In fact, Jared was currently leaning up against a counter in the kitchen, talking happily to Jensen as Jensen tried to focus on what he was baking for tomorrow. Jensen knew that he didn’t have the heart to try and make Jared leave because even if Jared did have a girlfriend, Jensen still wanted to hang around him and feed off of how Jared made him feel because Jensen was just that pathetic.
“Don’t touch that,” Jensen warned. Jared tried to look innocent but he wasn’t fooling Jensen-not with his finger hanging just above the icing that Jensen had just finished mixing up. “I’m serious, Jared,” Jensen said, trying for a threatening look but knowing that he was failing miserably. “Don’t make me have to kick you out.”
“You wouldn’t kick me out, Jen,” Jared said confidently, leaning back against the counter again. Jensen tried to ignore the little shiver that Jared’s nickname caused.
“Why’s that?” Jensen asked, reaching for the flour to his right.
“Because you think I’m hot,” Jared told him and dunked his finger into the icing while Jensen gaped like a landed fish.
“You…” Jensen started, not particularly knowing hot to finish. How had Jared figured it out? Had Jensen been that obvious? And why wasn’t the supposed straight guy freaking out? Or, or, or maybe Jensen was just taking this way out of context and Jared was just joking around, not knowing how right he was. Judging by the way that Jared popped his finger into his mouth and sucked while staring at Jensen, though, Jensen didn’t think that he was misunderstanding.
When his finger was clean, Jared pulled it out of his mouth, giving it one last lick. “You tryin’ to tell me you don’t find me hot, Jen?” he drawled. “Because I’ve seen the way you look at me. I’ve been lookin’ back, after all.” Jared moved in close to Jensen, pushing the bowl of icing back against the wall because Jared apparently had something else that he wanted to try. He ducked his head and pressed his lips to Jensen’s, tasting of sugar and cream and something that was undeniably Jared.
Jensen stopped breathing, unable to believe that this was actually happening even as he surged forward, quietly begging for more. Jared gave it to him, licking along Jensen’s lips as Jensen’s toes started to curl except…
Jensen shoved Jared away, retreating as Jared just barely managed to catch himself on the counter. “You have a girlfriend!” he blurted. Jensen wasn’t going to do that to her-he’d never met the girl but she looked sweet and she’d undoubtedly be hurt if Jared cheated on her-especially with another man.
Jared, though, was staring at Jensen like he was crazy, eyebrows furled and mouth dropped open. “What?”
Jensen put some distance between them, circling around to the other side of the kitchen island because, noble thoughts aside, Jensen didn’t think that he’d have it in him to say no if Jared wanted to force the issue. “You have a girlfriend,” Jensen repeated. He ducked down, peering at Jared from under the hanging pans to make sure that Jared wasn’t trying anything funny.
Jared stayed put, still staring at Jensen. “Jen, I’m gay,” he protested, pointing his hands at his chest. “And I swear to God that I’m single. I’d have to be! I mean, I spend nearly every waking moment here! I don’t think that a boyfriend would appreciate me spending all my free time hanging out with the hot bakery owner, you know?” He looked so incredibly earnest that Jensen wanted to believe him. He really did. He just couldn’t shake the repeated images of Jared happily smooching the tiny black-haired girl in front of the store.
“I’ve seen her,” Jensen hissed. How fucking dare Jared try to play this game. What, did he think that Jensen never left the bakery? That he’d been hatched out of a puff pastry or something? Jared tried to get closer, circling around to the left, so Jensen dodged right.
“Who?” Jared shouted, frustration tightening his voice as he stopped trying to catch Jensen.
Jensen snorted. “The girl in front of the shop. Your girlfriend. You kiss her all the time and I really think you should leave now.” He needed to get out before Jensen caved, girlfriend or not, because Jensen just wasn’t that strong. He knew that even if Jared was a complete scumbag, cheating on the sweet girl that dropped him off week after week, all would take would be Jared getting a hold of Jensen again and Jensen would probably be on his knees faster than a two dollar whore.
It hadn’t exactly been recent for him and, so, okay, maybe Jared did have some justification for assuming that Jensen wasn’t really aware of the outside world and that he never left the bakery. Jensen left maybe a few times a month to get groceries because he lived upstairs and had all his baking supplies delivered to his back door.
“Are you talking about Sandy?” Jared asked incredulously.
“If that’s the name of the girl you’re always kissing then yes,” Jensen retorted, wondering just how long Jared was going to keep this innocent charade up.
He hadn’t expected Jared to start laughing. It really had been the last reaction in the world that Jensen expected and he was at as loss as to why it was happening.
As Jensen watched, Jared slowly dissolved into giggles until he was actually bent over at the waist and wiping at his eyes. “I’ll have to tell you that you thought that,” Jared finally said and Jensen tried to decide if he was offended or not. He crossed his arms defensively in front of himself, still staring at the laughing Jared. “She’ll get a kick out of it.”
“Are you trying to say that she’s not your girlfriend?” Jensen asked flatly because, deathly cute or not, Jensen really didn’t appreciate being laughed at by Jared.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Jared repeated, slowly recovering from his fit of giggles. “Because like I said, I’m gay.”
Jensen ruthlessly squashed the little kernel of hope trying to blossom in his chest. He wasn’t falling for it. “Who is she then?” he asked.
Jared leaned back against the counter, trying to project non-threateningness but really just coming off as incredibly hot. Jensen swallowed and glanced away. “She’s my best-friend,” he replied easily. “Has been since the seventh grade.”
Jensen frowned. “You kiss all your friends?”
“Just the ones I like,” Jared teased, subtly shifting towards Jensen.
Jensen inched towards the opposite direction. “Seriously,” he said.
Jared sighed and shrugged. “It’s just something that we do, Jen. Truth be told, I wasn’t even thinking about what you might think if you saw it because I don’t even considering it kissing.” Jensen raised an eyebrow, wondering what the Hell Jared considered kissing then and Jared grinned. “Trust me, Jen,” he said, using Jensen’s little nickname again, “if I kiss you, you know it. That little thing that we did a few minutes ago? You know when you were clinging to me and wanting more and I was starting to get a boner the size of Texas? That’s the start of what I call kissing.”
Jensen’s breath caught as a replay of the moment that Jared was talking about flashed through his head, weakening his defenses and, damn it, he couldn’t believe that he was falling for all of this. “You’re really gay?” he asked, trying not to sound too overly pathetic.
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” Jared said. He pushed away from the counter and moved toward Jensen who didn’t bother to run away with this time. “God, Jensen, in my head, I’ve been dating you for months now so can I please start kissing you again?” Jensen licked his lips, already anticipating it despite himself but didn’t give Jared and answer, just stared at him. “I’ll introduce you to Sandy,” Jared pleaded. “She’s been on a diet so she hasn’t wanted to come in because she’s got just as big of a sweet tooth at me but she’ll be really upset if she finds out that she’s the reason why the guy that I’ve been babbling about for the past four months rejected me.”
Well, when it put it like that… Throwing caution to the wind, Jensen sunk his fists into Jared’s shirt and pulled him forward into another kiss. Jared gasped against his lips, harsh and quick, before he started kissing Jensen back, tongue licking inside of Jensen’s mouth again. Jared pressed Jensen back against the counter, leaning over him and making Jensen stretch upward and work for it. It wasn’t too terribly often that Jensen met a guy that was as tall as Jared-one that made even Jensen feel short-but he had to say that he rather liked it. While Jensen was busy memorizing every last detail about how Jared kissed, Jared took advantage of his distraction to pick him up and set him on the counter.
Jensen broke away from the kiss, panting, as he looked down. “Holy shit,” he muttered, amazed that Jared had been strong enough to pick him up.
“That’s not all I can do,” Jared teased and parted Jensen’s legs to step in between them. Jared pulled Jensen forward, bring Jensen’s crotch into contact with the abs that Jensen had always known were rock hard despite the amount of sugar that Jared consumed. Jensen whimpered, pushing his dick against Jared and Jared kissed him again, arms winding around behind Jensen and holding him tightly as he leaned forward. Jensen shuddered, his own arms rising to brace himself against the wall, unable to convince himself that he wasn’t going to fall, but, unfortunately, he’d forgotten where he was.
Jensen’s hand knocked into the shelf behind them and in a cascade of white, the opened bag of powdered sugar that he’d tossed up onto the shelf came crashing down on them, covering them with a fine dusting. Jensen flushed, mortified even as the more practical concern of if he had enough to finish the morning donuts flashed through his mind. Then Jared grinned at him and Jensen decided that maybe he had more pressing matters at hand-like how his dick was still grinding against Jared.
“Don’t worry about it,” Jared whispered and he licked a long stripe up Jensen’s sugar coated cheek. “It just makes you more delicious.”
Jensen was pretty sure that his stomach was lying somewhere on the floor, having bottomed out at the sound of Jared’s sex-filled voice. Jensen shoved his hands into Jared’s hair, holding him still and showing him that he wasn’t the only one who knew how to kiss. Jared groaned and shoved Jensen backward, twisting him before using his insanely long legs to easily climb up onto the countertop with Jensen. “Flat surface,” Jared muttered and Jensen’s hips bucked upward.
Jared pushed Jensen flat, spilling flour all over the counter and them but Jensen couldn’t find the will to care and Jared was uninterested in anything but Jensen. Jared’s hand shoved into the flour as he braced himself, hips moving against Jensen’s. Jensen’s answering thrust, though, nearly rolled them off the countertop.
“Whoa!” Jared said, catching himself using a cupboard handle. He blinked down at Jensen, looking adorably hot with the streaks of white powder covering his face and dusting his hair.
“We should get down,” Jensen muttered.
Jared immediately collapsed back on top of him, sucking at his neck. “Don’t want to stop.”
What a coincidence. Neither did Jensen. Jensen swallowed hard. “Wasn’t saying that we should stop,” he said. “Floor just might be safer.” Jared let go of Jensen’s neck with a wet pop and he grinned at Jensen before clambering down off the counter, standing up and waiting expectantly for Jensen. Jensen sat up, self-consciously trying to dust himself off a little and wondering when his life had become a pastry-lover’s idea of porn when Jared grabbed his arms and hauled him forward. Jesus but Jared was strong.
Jensen had all the resistance of a wet paper bag as Jared manhandled him down off the counter and laid him out on the floor. Jared plunged his tongue back into Jensen’s mouth but only for a moment and then he was gone. Jensen grabbed uselessly at him but Jared chuckled. “Thinkin’ that maybe we’re a little overdressed, Jen,” he said and pulled off his shirt. Jensen couldn’t do much more than stare and try not to drool because damn, his imagination hadn’t even come close to just how hot Jared was. Jared grinned, trailing his hand down his bare chest teasingly. “Should do the same,” he murmured.
Not wasting anymore time, Jensen sat bolt upright and whipped his shirt over his head before tearing at the strings of his folded over apron, yanking the knot loose. His fingers fumbled and Jensen cursed while Jared chuckled and when he finally got it off, Jensen vengefully threw it into a corner.
When Jared came back, his was in nothing but his underwear, tight red boxer-briefs that hugged his hips and the bulge of his cock and Jensen wasn’t sure where he wanted to look first-at the parts of Jared that were uncovered or at the parts that were still only being hinted at. Each one had its own appeal. “Yeah, me too,” Jared said, correctly picking up on Jensen’s dilemma. He knelt beside Jensen, his long legs folding underneath of him and that was when Jensen finally noticed what Jared had in his hands.
Jared set the bowl of icing down beside Jensen, dipping his finger in again and grinning at Jensen. “That’s for the cake,” Jensen protested. If they used it up, he guaranteed he wouldn’t be able to make more.
“I’ll say,” Jared replied and smeared a gob onto Jensen’s bare chest. Jensen gasped as Jared followed it up with his tongue, licking at the sweet mixture and Jensen’s skin indiscriminately. Any other protests died on Jensen’s lips and Jared smirked, knowing that he’d won as he smeared another gob onto Jensen’s left nipple, dipping his head to suck the now covered nub into his mouth. Deciding not to fight anymore, Jensen clutched at Jared’s hair and let the other man push him down to floor, licking wherever he pleased.
Jensen squirmed underneath Jared’s tongue, certain that Jared was going to drive him crazy before too long because Jared seemed deadset on covering and licking every square inch of Jensen’s body. He bucked upward, unable to hold himself still as Jared nipped at his stomach and Jared chuckled. He smeared another gob onto Jensen’s forearm and took a long lick that ended in the curve of Jensen’s elbow. “Fuck, Jared,” Jensen panted because that wasn’t supposed to be hot yet it had his dick twitching like mad.
“Did you want to try it?” Jared asked innocently, holding a coated finger to Jensen’s mouth. Jensen didn’t hesitate-sucking Jared’s finger between his lips and swirling his tongue around it. Jared choked back a small noise, staring at Jensen and, yeah, Jensen wanted in on the fun, too. He was the one who’d made the icing after all. Why shouldn’t he get to lick it up too?
Jensen caught Jared’s wrist and used it as leverage to pull himself to his knees. He gave Jared’s finger one last lick and pushed at Jared’s shoulder, encouraging him to fall backward. “Lay down,” he said. “It’s my turn.” Jared shuddered and did as he was told, rolling off his knees and onto his back. He had an even worse time than Jensen holding still, though, squirming already. That was okay, Jensen thought, because he wasn’t going to tease Jared forever like Jared had been trying to do to him. Jensen dipped his entire hand into the bowl of icing, his fist grabbing a thick gob while his other hand yanked down the elastic band of Jared’s underwear.
Jared whimpered, his eyes narrowing with desperation as his hips jerked eagerly, his cock smearing an entirely different kind of white substance against the skin of his belly. Jensen licked his lips, meeting Jared’s eyes. “Did you want something?” he asked and Jared shuddered again as he gave up on even trying to be patient, his hand flying to grab his cock, clutching it around the base. Jensen smirked in amusement and smeared his handful of frosting over Jared’s cock, glazing it with sugar.
“Oh God…” Jared choked out. “Oh God, oh God, oh God…” He bolted upright and clutched Jensen’s head, tilting his face up for another kiss that nearly had his tongue shoving down Jensen’s throat. Then he broke away, breathing hard. “Yeah, please, God, baby, do it, please…”
Never one to want to leave a man hanging, Jensen gripped the base of Jared’s dick, fingers wrapping over the same spot where Jared had previously been holding himself and tilted Jared’s dick upward for a good long lick. Jared breath caught in his throat and his leg kicked as his whole body arched, trying to follow Jensen’s tongue as Jensen pulled away. Knowing that he was going to possibly end up with a broken nose if he didn’t, Jensen pinned Jared’s hips to the floor and licked him again. Jared whined and squirmed underneath Jensen, sliding against the floor but not leaving it and Jensen’s own dick throbbed between his legs as he applied little kittenish licks of his tongue to the underside of Jared’s shaft, laving over both the icing and Jared’s sensitive skin, savoring Jared like an expensive chocolate.
Jared was full-on babbling by the time that Jensen made his way to the head of Jared’s dick, muttering promises and nonsense as he begged. “God, please, so fucking hot, Jen, God, yes, your mouth, you have no damn idea, please, Jen, I want it, please for the love of God, please!”
Jensen finally licked over the head of Jared’s dick, tongue swiping over the slit and Jared exploded, nearly rising off the floor even though Jensen was using nearly his entire upper body to try and keep him down. Jared’s dick spasmed, releasing precome that dribbled downward and Jensen licked it up, too, the salty tang contrasting sharply with the sweetness of the icing. Liking the taste of the two flavors combined, Jensen chuckled to himself, thinking that it was his own special treat. It was a new discovery but he didn’t think that it would go over well with the regular crowd, no matter how delicious it was.
Jared was nearly incoherent underneath and, finally taking pity on him, Jensen swallowed him down whole, his lips sealing around Jared’s shaft as he sucked him. Jared panted, his hips rolling instinctively as Jensen steadily worked him over, his hand cupping whatever his mouth couldn’t get to-Jared had a monster of a cock-and rhythmically sliding himself up and down as his tongue worked the underside. He loved the feel of Jared’s thick dick inside his mouth, liked how it made him stretch and liked how it felt on his tongue. It’d been far too long since Jensen had had an actual dick in his mouth instead of just his fingers and a lot of imagination and he’d nearly forgotten just how much he’d missed it.
Jared grabbed Jensen’s hair when he was close, yanking on it in warning and Jensen hummed his understanding and let Jared shoot down his throat because like Hell was he wasting a single damn drop.
Panting, Jared slumped against the floor, one hand rising to push his sweaty hair out of his eyes, smearing the flour and the sugar against his damp skin. Jensen pulled off of him after one last suck, letting Jared’s dick flop against his belly as he grinned down at the exhausted man on the floor of his kitchen.
“How was it?” Jensen asked playfully. “Think it could have used a little bit more vanilla?”
“Ngh,” Jared grunted, throwing an arm over his eyes. Jensen chuckled and rubbed himself against Jared’s leg, the friction sending shivers skating up and down his spine. He almost thought that he could get off just like this-the fact that it was Jared was good enough for him and he didn’t mind dry humping against him like a horny teenager because Jared was just that hot.
He didn’t get a chance to find out because as soon as he started getting into it-closing his eyes and going for it-he found himself flipped onto his back with his underwear and pants being dragged down over his hips. He had a split second to look down and note Jared’s head before his dick was enveloped in wet heat and perfect suction and the world disappeared.
Jensen shoved a hand against his mouth to stop himself from dissolving into begging as Jared blew his damn mind. Jared was apparently good at more than just kissing because Jensen didn’t stand a chance against Jared’s onslaught. Jared sucked him down better than a damn vacuum cleaner and it was far too soon before Jensen arching upward, his body tightening, moaning as he came. Jared returned Jensen’s favor, swallowing it all as well as Jensen’s world reeled.
When it settled back down, Jared was lying on top of him, studying his face intently. Jensen huffed a self-conscious laugh. “What?” he asked.
Jared nuzzled Jensen’s cheek. “Just thinking.”
Jensen’s eyebrows rose. “About?”
“The fact that you might be the sweetest thing that I’ve ever tasted,” Jared replied, not even batting an eyelid at the corny line and Jensen barked a laugh. Then he gobbed a bit more icing into Jared’s hair because he was thinking the exact same thing.
When this day had started, Jensen really hadn’t expected it to end by offering to share a shower with the hot guy that practically lived in his bakery but life was full of funny little twists like that.