Texts From Last Night Fic
Based on something about a roommate shutting off an alarm and then the other guy pissing on his clothes in retaliation :-D
Jensen’s bad at mornings. But Jared? Jared really takes the cake, as evidenced by the fourteen rounds of snooze his alarm likes to play. Not to mention the cell phone that vibrates its way through a second alarm.
This isn’t the first time Jensen’s stared at his ceiling, gritting his teeth and crunching fists, just praying Jared will shut the fuckers off and actually get up. Actually, Jensen doesn’t even care if Jared never wakes up again, as long as the alarms never sound again.
It goes on a few more times before Jensen can’t handle it anymore. He’s had enough with being polite about it and dropping subtle hints. He doesn’t care if Jared is Steve’s co-worker, because Jared is not Jensen’s. They’re not friends. He doesn’t even consider them roommates. Just co-habitants.
He marches down the hall, slams the door open, and growls when Jared simply rolls over, tucking the blankets up and over his shoulder. Jensen shakes his head, throwing daggers and laserbeams with his eyes before he finds the powerstrip by the bed and snaps the plug out.
He’s met with glorious silence and he gathers a deep breath with a satisfied smile.
*
When Jensen returns from work, he’s not surprised to find Jared’s car in the parking lot. He did, after all, inhibit Jared from actually waking up. And seriously? He hopes this teaches the guy a lesson.
Except said guy is currently in the bathroom, boxers tugged low and dick in hand as he pisses across the pile of clothes tucked next to the toilet.
Jensen stares, even more so when Jared smirks and sways back and forth to tag each piece of clothing. But really, Jensen’s eyes are stuck on Jared’s ridiculously long and large hands - one pressing the waistband just below his balls and the other curled around his ridiculous long and large cock. Jensen’s lungs burn for a few breaths before he manages to ask, “What? The hell?”
Jared shakes and then tucks himself back in. As he passes through the room, he shoulders Jensen and grins. “For the alarm, assface.”
He swallows and stares at the clothes, damp and even a little stained. He says rather pathetically, “Those are Steve’s.”
Jared hurries back to the doorway, noisily skidding to a stop. He asks helplessly, “What? No, no, they’re not, right?”
Jensen looks over his shoulder, biting his lips into his mouth to stop his smile, but he’s sure that’s answer enough.
“You always … you leave your shit all over the bathroom. Those are yours!” he yells while pointing at the laundry.
“Not today.”
“No,” he whines loudly. “No, no, fuck.” Jared squats down to the floor, legs spread with elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. “You’re the dick who unplugged the alarm. I was getting you back.” He shakes his head and his voice gets nasty again, “I could fucking pummel you.”
Jared’s muttering random complaints but Jensen just stares at the slit of his boxers, now wide and giving a grand show of pink flesh, and Jensen’s breathing gets sharp again. “I got an idea,” he starts, waiting for Jared to look up, but he never does. “You could shower and then you can pummel.”
When Jared does looks up, he catches Jensen’s eyesight and follows it to his dick daring to be out in plain sight. He rises and pushes Jensen away but then shoves into his back and forces him into the wall. “I missed my sales meeting.”
Jensen smarts off, daring Jared’s response, “Maybe you should wake the fuck up in the morning.”
He pushes in again, this time with his whole body shoving at Jensen. “You’re a dick.”
“Maybe. But I’m not the one getting fired tomorrow.”
One more rough push and then Jared’s dangerously close to Jensen’s ear.”I’m gonna split you in two.”
Before Jensen can reply, Jared’s hand slides in the back of Jensen’s pants, pulling the fabric in the front unbearably tight. But Jensen can’t think much on that before Jared’s incredibly long finger is jabbing in and out with the same anger with which they always regard each other. Jensen’s close to protesting but the strokes are jagged and fast and he’s incredibly turned on by the whole incident that he quickly unzips and drops his pants along with his boxers to release the pressure.
“Oh, shit,” Jared says low as his hand stutters. He keeps working Jensen open while the other hand searches through the nearby drawer and unearths a bottle of lube. Soon enough, his boxers are down and he’s coating himself and shoving right in, ignoring Jensen’s whimpers or how little he moves. Jared tugs Jensen’s hips back as he thrusts up and in, and then digs fingernails into Jensen’s skin, dragging him closer and closer on each stroke.
Jensen finally gets into it and ruts back, ass needy and complying to Jared’s roughness, even Jared’s hand that starts jerking him, quick and dirty. It’s all he can stand and he’s shooting across the wall, come across his chest, over Jared’s hand, even down his legs. It just streams and he can feel the pounding of his carotid artery, pulsing hard in his neck. His heart thumps violently as his dick becomes overstimulated. He whimpers again and his hand catches Jared to stop, and that’s all it takes for Jared to pound a few more times then groan right in Jensen’s ear as he comes, filling Jensen with heat.
They breathe heavily, skin on skin, both wet with come. When Jared pulls out, the squelch is enough to remind Jensen exactly who Jared is and what they’ve just done. He’s ready to say something, excuse it away, but Jared just growls, “Stay the fuck away from my alarm.”
Jensen pushes his forehead into the wall and hears Jared shuffle around to get his things and head to the hallway. He smirks a little through his, “Shit, no,” because if this is Jared’s revenge, he’ll do it every day.
Sequel: Baby Come Around, Keep on Comin' Around
Jensen’s bad at mornings. But Jared? Jared really takes the cake, as evidenced by the fourteen rounds of snooze his alarm likes to play. Not to mention the cell phone that vibrates its way through a second alarm.
This isn’t the first time Jensen’s stared at his ceiling, gritting his teeth and crunching fists, just praying Jared will shut the fuckers off and actually get up. Actually, Jensen doesn’t even care if Jared never wakes up again, as long as the alarms never sound again.
It goes on a few more times before Jensen can’t handle it anymore. He’s had enough with being polite about it and dropping subtle hints. He doesn’t care if Jared is Steve’s co-worker, because Jared is not Jensen’s. They’re not friends. He doesn’t even consider them roommates. Just co-habitants.
He marches down the hall, slams the door open, and growls when Jared simply rolls over, tucking the blankets up and over his shoulder. Jensen shakes his head, throwing daggers and laserbeams with his eyes before he finds the powerstrip by the bed and snaps the plug out.
He’s met with glorious silence and he gathers a deep breath with a satisfied smile.
*
When Jensen returns from work, he’s not surprised to find Jared’s car in the parking lot. He did, after all, inhibit Jared from actually waking up. And seriously? He hopes this teaches the guy a lesson.
Except said guy is currently in the bathroom, boxers tugged low and dick in hand as he pisses across the pile of clothes tucked next to the toilet.
Jensen stares, even more so when Jared smirks and sways back and forth to tag each piece of clothing. But really, Jensen’s eyes are stuck on Jared’s ridiculously long and large hands - one pressing the waistband just below his balls and the other curled around his ridiculous long and large cock. Jensen’s lungs burn for a few breaths before he manages to ask, “What? The hell?”
Jared shakes and then tucks himself back in. As he passes through the room, he shoulders Jensen and grins. “For the alarm, assface.”
He swallows and stares at the clothes, damp and even a little stained. He says rather pathetically, “Those are Steve’s.”
Jared hurries back to the doorway, noisily skidding to a stop. He asks helplessly, “What? No, no, they’re not, right?”
Jensen looks over his shoulder, biting his lips into his mouth to stop his smile, but he’s sure that’s answer enough.
“You always … you leave your shit all over the bathroom. Those are yours!” he yells while pointing at the laundry.
“Not today.”
“No,” he whines loudly. “No, no, fuck.” Jared squats down to the floor, legs spread with elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. “You’re the dick who unplugged the alarm. I was getting you back.” He shakes his head and his voice gets nasty again, “I could fucking pummel you.”
Jared’s muttering random complaints but Jensen just stares at the slit of his boxers, now wide and giving a grand show of pink flesh, and Jensen’s breathing gets sharp again. “I got an idea,” he starts, waiting for Jared to look up, but he never does. “You could shower and then you can pummel.”
When Jared does looks up, he catches Jensen’s eyesight and follows it to his dick daring to be out in plain sight. He rises and pushes Jensen away but then shoves into his back and forces him into the wall. “I missed my sales meeting.”
Jensen smarts off, daring Jared’s response, “Maybe you should wake the fuck up in the morning.”
He pushes in again, this time with his whole body shoving at Jensen. “You’re a dick.”
“Maybe. But I’m not the one getting fired tomorrow.”
One more rough push and then Jared’s dangerously close to Jensen’s ear.”I’m gonna split you in two.”
Before Jensen can reply, Jared’s hand slides in the back of Jensen’s pants, pulling the fabric in the front unbearably tight. But Jensen can’t think much on that before Jared’s incredibly long finger is jabbing in and out with the same anger with which they always regard each other. Jensen’s close to protesting but the strokes are jagged and fast and he’s incredibly turned on by the whole incident that he quickly unzips and drops his pants along with his boxers to release the pressure.
“Oh, shit,” Jared says low as his hand stutters. He keeps working Jensen open while the other hand searches through the nearby drawer and unearths a bottle of lube. Soon enough, his boxers are down and he’s coating himself and shoving right in, ignoring Jensen’s whimpers or how little he moves. Jared tugs Jensen’s hips back as he thrusts up and in, and then digs fingernails into Jensen’s skin, dragging him closer and closer on each stroke.
Jensen finally gets into it and ruts back, ass needy and complying to Jared’s roughness, even Jared’s hand that starts jerking him, quick and dirty. It’s all he can stand and he’s shooting across the wall, come across his chest, over Jared’s hand, even down his legs. It just streams and he can feel the pounding of his carotid artery, pulsing hard in his neck. His heart thumps violently as his dick becomes overstimulated. He whimpers again and his hand catches Jared to stop, and that’s all it takes for Jared to pound a few more times then groan right in Jensen’s ear as he comes, filling Jensen with heat.
They breathe heavily, skin on skin, both wet with come. When Jared pulls out, the squelch is enough to remind Jensen exactly who Jared is and what they’ve just done. He’s ready to say something, excuse it away, but Jared just growls, “Stay the fuck away from my alarm.”
Jensen pushes his forehead into the wall and hears Jared shuffle around to get his things and head to the hallway. He smirks a little through his, “Shit, no,” because if this is Jared’s revenge, he’ll do it every day.
Sequel: Baby Come Around, Keep on Comin' Around