RPS | NC-17 | Breaking Good
Title: Breaking Good
Words: ~2,600
Rating: NC-17 - swearing and sexes
Warnings: Smut for smut's sake
Summary: No one around them suspects that they’d jacked each other off the night before. And for a bit of the night, they practically forget, too. Until they get home and Jensen watches Jared lean into the light of the open refrigerator, one arm up and holding it wide. It’s the most casual stance and the least likely thing to set him off, but Jensen feels Jared’s hand on him from the night before, and he immediately needs relief from that pressure.
Notes: Part two to But Instead. And, um, part three is kind of already planned in my head. Meep. You can all thank timehasa_way for this, because her recently posted possessive!Jensen kind of inspired his position here.
There’s so much to be said, but none of it is shared. After duo handjobs in the dark living room, Jared and Jensen each head to their own beds, and at different points in the middle of the night, they each jerk off at the memory. In the morning, they move around each other well enough. There’s a fog to the air, like they aren’t quite sure if it should be broached, but they’re both afraid to be the one to do it. So when Jared pops his head into Jensen’s room and easily says, “Doug said they’re going back to that bar. Some band he knows. You in?” Jensen just smiles, so easily, and nods.
The bar isn’t as claustrophobic as it felt the night before. Jared and Jensen keep near each other, like normal, and laugh, as usual, with Jared casually gracing Jensen with random touches, nothing new. The alcohol goes down steadily - moreso than the night before - and they sing loudly with the cover band and laugh at their inside jokes. No one around them suspects that they’d jacked each other off the night before. And for a bit of the night, they practically forget, too.
Until they get home and Jensen watches Jared lean into the light of the open refrigerator, one arm up and holding it wide. It’s the most casual stance and the least likely thing to set him off, but Jensen feels Jared’s hand on him from the night before, and he immediately needs relief from that pressure.
All the beer and shots Jensen had powers his movements and he stops just behind Jared, who looks over his shoulder, all casual-like. Nothing at all like the night before with the heady glances and meditated seduction. And it sets Jensen off, makes him take the opposing role, because he knows what he can do to Jared, knows how Jared can make him feel, and he wants it all over again without even thinking what it really means between them.
When Jared’s at the counter, finishing his glass of water, Jensen settles in behind him. The first pressure is his forehead to the back of Jared’s neck, followed by hands at his sides. Jared tenses for a second, but Jensen feels his shoulders lift and chest expand before he exhales on a sigh. Jensen’s hands push around to Jared’s stomach, palms flat and pulling Jared back into him. He goes willingly and is shocked, then pleased, to feel Jensen through both pairs of jeans, resting at the crest of his ass. Jared juts backward just so, increasing the push between them, and plants his palms onto the counter.
Jensen’s head presses against Jared’s back as his hands go high, the shirt riding up on his wrists. Jared raises his arms to allow passage and Jensen tosses the cloth to the side, not even caring where it lands. His palms skate down Jared’s broad back, pressing unknown patterns into the heat of his body. Jensen pushes his body forward as his hands move around Jared’s hips and to his stomach again. Then he moves down, cupping Jared, just as he had Jensen the night before, fingers curling under and holding him in place. He squeezes just so and murmurs against a shoulder blade, “You like that?”
Jared’s breath hitches, his hips twitch, and Jensen knows it’s the reminder of those exact words. His mouth breaks on his rushed reply, “Yeah. Shit, yeah, I do.”
His hand slides over the jeans with intense pressure, fingers squeezing along the way, and it’s driving them both crazy. The tight hold of his hand is pinning Jared between his hard-on and his fist, while Jared juts his hips between the two. His other hand winds around the side, up the chest, and to Jared’s neck, fingers spreading wide over the space. He tugs gently, bringing his head close so he can whisper at Jared’s ear. “Lemme?”
“Lemme what?”
Jensen smirks at his cheek, knowing how fractured Jared’s feeling right here, but wanting to break him apart even further. Just as Jared had done last night, he uses his hands to respond, spreading his palms back against Jared’s belly and pulling Jared back onto him.
Jared’s reply is in the way he bends just enough forward with his hands steady at the edge of the counter.
His hand snakes back up the chest and to the neck to pull Jared back against him, feel the heat sear him through his shirt. Jensen kisses just beneath his ear, suckling enough to make an impression, but he won’t leave a mark, and he moves to a new patch of skin, sucking and licking again. He doesn’t want to mar the perfect skin. His other hand flicks at Jared’s button, tugs down the zipper. He releases Jared for just a moment, using both hands to lower the jeans and boxers. Jensen pushes back in, his dick pressed hard through denim at Jared’s crack. When his hand cradles Jared’s dick, he hears the hiss, the same one he heard the night before, and it makes his stomach burn with the memory of what they did to each other on that couch. He pumps just a couple times before he has to get into it, has to do something himself.
When he moves away, Jared’s hips pitch forward, like he wants the hand to still be there, like he wants to move right into the fist. But then he feels Jensen settling back behind him and there’s warmth in his skin as they’re now both shirtless and heated. Jared’s eager at the quick, obscene sound of sucking, and then surprised when Jensen’s palm pushes at his lower back, bending him just enough for fingers to make passage down his ass and finally one breaks through his hole. Jared whimpers, jutting forward for a few seconds until Jensen’s finger crooks up, pressing into the skin inside. He finally rolls back onto the finger, amazed at how easily it slides in and out, how Jensen’s doing this to him, for him, and it all seems perfect, even done in the kitchen beside a sink full of dishes. Jared wouldn’t want it any other way, really.
A second finger urges itself in and Jared huffs out his breaths, pushing back at the same pace as his lungs press out air. He feels so full back there, but so empty elsewhere as Jensen’s other hand is only holding a hip, steadying Jared onto his fingers. “Jen,” he whimpers. “I want …” and he breaks off, unable to complete his demand. But it’s like Jensen knows how open Jared feels right here, and he moves closer, hand going again to the neck. And where before it was possessive and demanding, here it’s soft and caring, fingers running along his jaw as Jensen kisses at the knob at the tip-top of his spine while he jabs his fingers in harder, tempering the tenderness of his other touches. “I got you, J.” He shoves his fingers in harder, snaking them in different angles and forcing Jared to take it. There’s more whimpering, bordering on painful, and Jared’s hips lose their rhythm, so Jensen relents on the pressure. His fingers slide in and out slowly, and instead of digging fingertips and nails into his ass, they smooth out along the rim. Jensen leans back to watch the movement and he’s hypnotized by how easily Jared’s taking his fingers, how they disappear into the vast hole, and he wants even more of this.
Jared’s breathing is uneven and he can’t settle himself. Jensen holding him close had calmed some bits, but now he’s moved back, is only watching his fingers fuck Jared open, and Jared feels too raw. But seconds later, he feels Jensen’s other knuckles against his ass, fumbling and moving, and then he hears the zipper and the shuffle of clothes going down. It’s exhilarating, but he’s also a little scared, worried about the pain after feeling and seeing how big Jensen really is. He’s only done this a few times in the past but he’d been lucky to be with guys relatively small to average. He knows Jensen isn’t. But he doesn’t want to say no to him, to Jensen.
Jensen sees how it’s all affecting Jared, knows the guy wants to touch and be touched, is having difficulties with being put on this display. But it’s turning Jensen on even more that he does this to Jared, that Jared’s letting it continue, because no matter how much he’s been ignoring it, over the last twenty-four hours, he’s been imagining this very moment. As he pictured before, he licks his palm and strokes himself, combining spit with precome to slick himself up. He tugs a few times, getting himself even harder, feeling everything sizzle beneath the surface as his other hand still tugs at Jared’s ass.
“Oh, god,” Jared murmurs as he hears the slick-slack of Jensen’s hand on himself. He breathes deep stands a little straighter, hand reaching back for Jensen, landing on his hip. He pants out his question, “You really gonna do this?”
He pushes his fingers in deeper, willing that to be his answer, and when Jared arches back and moans, he knows he’s granted permission. Jensen releases Jared, lines himself up, head pushing heartbreakingly slow at the entrance. His hands flush across Jared’s chest, giving him those touches Jared desperately needs. “Been thinkin’ about this all day.”
The hands are burning at Jared’s chest and the push at his ass is hot, almost too hot, but he wants more. “Liar,” he chuckles.
On Jared’s chuckle, Jensen pushes in a few inches and their lungs catch, audible in the room. His hands continue roaming Jared’s skin, trying to soothe him while he does this slow burn into his ass. As Jared leans forward just a bit, Jensen goes with him, head lodged between his shoulder blades. “Okay, maybe just at the bar,” he says playfully.
As Jared chuckles again, Jensen bottoms out. He hisses then breathes hard and steady, feeling how packed he is and trying to edge out the pain.
Jensen hears the break of air so loud, holds his hands still against Jared’s chest, pressing meaningfully. “Hey, you okay?”
Jared’s head tips back to Jensen’s, relaxing at the ease of his voice and how all the tension is withering away, slipping into the carefree atmosphere they usually have with each other. “Yeah, just ... you’re really fucking big,” he grits out on a smile.
He laughs while his hands slip down to Jared’s waist. The fingers squeeze into skin as a silent question, and he’s answered with the roll of Jared’s hips. Jensen moans at the motion, but soon enough he pulls back and pushes right back in, moaning once again.
It’s slow at first, trying to build the momentum, bring Jared slowly to comfort and pleasure, wiping away pain. Jensen leans back in, palms possessively on Jared’s chest, tugging him back into an embrace as he pumps forward.
Everything stacks up in his stomach, stirring warmth and fire, edging itself down to his cock and he has to piston this on, jacking right into him. Jared’s taking it, but Jensen can tell it’s difficult, the speed and the pressure. So Jensen’s hand falls down, grabbing hold of Jared’s dick, eliciting moan after moan as he strokes in time with his thrusts. “J,” Jensen huffs at his ear.
“Yeah,” Jared pathetically pants back. “What?”
“You’re fuckin’,” then Jensen breaks off, closes his eyes, feeling it tight in his groin. He forces his eyes open, looks across the bunched muscles of Jared’s back as they curl over each other as he’s shoved forward, looks at the curve of his ass and how, despite the painful breathing, he’s taking all of Jensen and pushing right back on him. Jensen watches his dick slide in and out, disappearing into Jared. He finally murmurs, “You’re beautiful, man.”
Jared’s shoulders relax and despite the fact that Jensen is jabbing him so hard, fisting him so fast, his muscles liquefy like jelly. It makes the poundings easier to take, and when the head punches far in and slides out on his prostate, he shudders. “Jen, fuck, fuck,” he pants as the sensations clear his head and he’s unable to think of anything other than the fact that Jensen is fucking him in his kitchen and he doesn’t want it to stop. Jensen strikes fast, but not as hard, trying to ease up on Jared, but he doesn’t want that. He grunts out, “Just hit it, hit hard.”
One hand slides up Jared’s chest and holds onto his shoulder, the other wraps around his waist and grips tight. They’re locked in together, thighs sliding, ass to cock, back to chest, and Jensen just keeps firing, rutting up into Jared with his cheek pressed firmly at Jared’s shoulder. “Oh, fuck, fuck,” Jensen whimpers as his forehead presses hard into Jared’s back.
Jared grabs at the hand at his waist, tugs it with him and he closes it around his cock, starving for attention. His hand wraps around Jensen’s and the stroke him together, jerking quickly and messily, until their fingers slip between each other to make just one hand. It’s not quite a minute before Jared’s bending forward, panting and moaning, muscles moving of their own accord against Jensen’s thrusts, and finally he breaks wide open, ass punching back on Jensen and his dick emptying over both their hands.
The hole clenches tight on Jensen and he keeps pounding, faster and harder than even before, grabbing hold of that sensation and riding it. His hand, still clutched with Jared’s wraps back around Jared’s waist and holds him tight so he can pump, once more, and once again, shuttering against his back with a loud groan, coming inside Jared, warmth and liquid enveloping him.
They stay like that for long moments, Jensen’s forehead pressed into Jared’s back and his arms still holding him tight, sweat trapped between their bodies. He pulls out gingerly and strokes careful hands over Jared’s sides and once down his back. Jared turns and looks him right in the eye, where last night they barely shared a glance. “C’mere,” he mumbles, reaching a hand out to Jensen’s waist pulling him in. He kisses him, slow and lazy, tongue pressing at Jensen’s, mouth obscenely wide, and his hand holding possessively at Jensen’s neck, just like last night.
It ends with a loud smack, the pop of their mouths louder than most anything they’d heard through this whole escapade. Jensen rests his forehead to Jared’s while he holds his torso steady against him.
Jared’s hands slip to the sides of Jensen’s neck, thumbs holding his jaw. “You wanna stay in my bed?”
Jensen’s reply comes when he moves forward, kissing forcefully while yanking Jared’s hips against his.
Wake-up Call: He tries to turn his head, tries to catch a glimpse of Jared behind him, but it’s hard at this angle, and anytime he starts to push off the bed, Jared’s hands anchor him right back down. He settles and takes the feelings with him, of Jared’s mouth spreading over his skin, leaving wet hot trails down to his lower back.
Words: ~2,600
Rating: NC-17 - swearing and sexes
Warnings: Smut for smut's sake
Summary: No one around them suspects that they’d jacked each other off the night before. And for a bit of the night, they practically forget, too. Until they get home and Jensen watches Jared lean into the light of the open refrigerator, one arm up and holding it wide. It’s the most casual stance and the least likely thing to set him off, but Jensen feels Jared’s hand on him from the night before, and he immediately needs relief from that pressure.
Notes: Part two to But Instead. And, um, part three is kind of already planned in my head. Meep. You can all thank timehasa_way for this, because her recently posted possessive!Jensen kind of inspired his position here.
There’s so much to be said, but none of it is shared. After duo handjobs in the dark living room, Jared and Jensen each head to their own beds, and at different points in the middle of the night, they each jerk off at the memory. In the morning, they move around each other well enough. There’s a fog to the air, like they aren’t quite sure if it should be broached, but they’re both afraid to be the one to do it. So when Jared pops his head into Jensen’s room and easily says, “Doug said they’re going back to that bar. Some band he knows. You in?” Jensen just smiles, so easily, and nods.
The bar isn’t as claustrophobic as it felt the night before. Jared and Jensen keep near each other, like normal, and laugh, as usual, with Jared casually gracing Jensen with random touches, nothing new. The alcohol goes down steadily - moreso than the night before - and they sing loudly with the cover band and laugh at their inside jokes. No one around them suspects that they’d jacked each other off the night before. And for a bit of the night, they practically forget, too.
Until they get home and Jensen watches Jared lean into the light of the open refrigerator, one arm up and holding it wide. It’s the most casual stance and the least likely thing to set him off, but Jensen feels Jared’s hand on him from the night before, and he immediately needs relief from that pressure.
All the beer and shots Jensen had powers his movements and he stops just behind Jared, who looks over his shoulder, all casual-like. Nothing at all like the night before with the heady glances and meditated seduction. And it sets Jensen off, makes him take the opposing role, because he knows what he can do to Jared, knows how Jared can make him feel, and he wants it all over again without even thinking what it really means between them.
When Jared’s at the counter, finishing his glass of water, Jensen settles in behind him. The first pressure is his forehead to the back of Jared’s neck, followed by hands at his sides. Jared tenses for a second, but Jensen feels his shoulders lift and chest expand before he exhales on a sigh. Jensen’s hands push around to Jared’s stomach, palms flat and pulling Jared back into him. He goes willingly and is shocked, then pleased, to feel Jensen through both pairs of jeans, resting at the crest of his ass. Jared juts backward just so, increasing the push between them, and plants his palms onto the counter.
Jensen’s head presses against Jared’s back as his hands go high, the shirt riding up on his wrists. Jared raises his arms to allow passage and Jensen tosses the cloth to the side, not even caring where it lands. His palms skate down Jared’s broad back, pressing unknown patterns into the heat of his body. Jensen pushes his body forward as his hands move around Jared’s hips and to his stomach again. Then he moves down, cupping Jared, just as he had Jensen the night before, fingers curling under and holding him in place. He squeezes just so and murmurs against a shoulder blade, “You like that?”
Jared’s breath hitches, his hips twitch, and Jensen knows it’s the reminder of those exact words. His mouth breaks on his rushed reply, “Yeah. Shit, yeah, I do.”
His hand slides over the jeans with intense pressure, fingers squeezing along the way, and it’s driving them both crazy. The tight hold of his hand is pinning Jared between his hard-on and his fist, while Jared juts his hips between the two. His other hand winds around the side, up the chest, and to Jared’s neck, fingers spreading wide over the space. He tugs gently, bringing his head close so he can whisper at Jared’s ear. “Lemme?”
“Lemme what?”
Jensen smirks at his cheek, knowing how fractured Jared’s feeling right here, but wanting to break him apart even further. Just as Jared had done last night, he uses his hands to respond, spreading his palms back against Jared’s belly and pulling Jared back onto him.
Jared’s reply is in the way he bends just enough forward with his hands steady at the edge of the counter.
His hand snakes back up the chest and to the neck to pull Jared back against him, feel the heat sear him through his shirt. Jensen kisses just beneath his ear, suckling enough to make an impression, but he won’t leave a mark, and he moves to a new patch of skin, sucking and licking again. He doesn’t want to mar the perfect skin. His other hand flicks at Jared’s button, tugs down the zipper. He releases Jared for just a moment, using both hands to lower the jeans and boxers. Jensen pushes back in, his dick pressed hard through denim at Jared’s crack. When his hand cradles Jared’s dick, he hears the hiss, the same one he heard the night before, and it makes his stomach burn with the memory of what they did to each other on that couch. He pumps just a couple times before he has to get into it, has to do something himself.
When he moves away, Jared’s hips pitch forward, like he wants the hand to still be there, like he wants to move right into the fist. But then he feels Jensen settling back behind him and there’s warmth in his skin as they’re now both shirtless and heated. Jared’s eager at the quick, obscene sound of sucking, and then surprised when Jensen’s palm pushes at his lower back, bending him just enough for fingers to make passage down his ass and finally one breaks through his hole. Jared whimpers, jutting forward for a few seconds until Jensen’s finger crooks up, pressing into the skin inside. He finally rolls back onto the finger, amazed at how easily it slides in and out, how Jensen’s doing this to him, for him, and it all seems perfect, even done in the kitchen beside a sink full of dishes. Jared wouldn’t want it any other way, really.
A second finger urges itself in and Jared huffs out his breaths, pushing back at the same pace as his lungs press out air. He feels so full back there, but so empty elsewhere as Jensen’s other hand is only holding a hip, steadying Jared onto his fingers. “Jen,” he whimpers. “I want …” and he breaks off, unable to complete his demand. But it’s like Jensen knows how open Jared feels right here, and he moves closer, hand going again to the neck. And where before it was possessive and demanding, here it’s soft and caring, fingers running along his jaw as Jensen kisses at the knob at the tip-top of his spine while he jabs his fingers in harder, tempering the tenderness of his other touches. “I got you, J.” He shoves his fingers in harder, snaking them in different angles and forcing Jared to take it. There’s more whimpering, bordering on painful, and Jared’s hips lose their rhythm, so Jensen relents on the pressure. His fingers slide in and out slowly, and instead of digging fingertips and nails into his ass, they smooth out along the rim. Jensen leans back to watch the movement and he’s hypnotized by how easily Jared’s taking his fingers, how they disappear into the vast hole, and he wants even more of this.
Jared’s breathing is uneven and he can’t settle himself. Jensen holding him close had calmed some bits, but now he’s moved back, is only watching his fingers fuck Jared open, and Jared feels too raw. But seconds later, he feels Jensen’s other knuckles against his ass, fumbling and moving, and then he hears the zipper and the shuffle of clothes going down. It’s exhilarating, but he’s also a little scared, worried about the pain after feeling and seeing how big Jensen really is. He’s only done this a few times in the past but he’d been lucky to be with guys relatively small to average. He knows Jensen isn’t. But he doesn’t want to say no to him, to Jensen.
Jensen sees how it’s all affecting Jared, knows the guy wants to touch and be touched, is having difficulties with being put on this display. But it’s turning Jensen on even more that he does this to Jared, that Jared’s letting it continue, because no matter how much he’s been ignoring it, over the last twenty-four hours, he’s been imagining this very moment. As he pictured before, he licks his palm and strokes himself, combining spit with precome to slick himself up. He tugs a few times, getting himself even harder, feeling everything sizzle beneath the surface as his other hand still tugs at Jared’s ass.
“Oh, god,” Jared murmurs as he hears the slick-slack of Jensen’s hand on himself. He breathes deep stands a little straighter, hand reaching back for Jensen, landing on his hip. He pants out his question, “You really gonna do this?”
He pushes his fingers in deeper, willing that to be his answer, and when Jared arches back and moans, he knows he’s granted permission. Jensen releases Jared, lines himself up, head pushing heartbreakingly slow at the entrance. His hands flush across Jared’s chest, giving him those touches Jared desperately needs. “Been thinkin’ about this all day.”
The hands are burning at Jared’s chest and the push at his ass is hot, almost too hot, but he wants more. “Liar,” he chuckles.
On Jared’s chuckle, Jensen pushes in a few inches and their lungs catch, audible in the room. His hands continue roaming Jared’s skin, trying to soothe him while he does this slow burn into his ass. As Jared leans forward just a bit, Jensen goes with him, head lodged between his shoulder blades. “Okay, maybe just at the bar,” he says playfully.
As Jared chuckles again, Jensen bottoms out. He hisses then breathes hard and steady, feeling how packed he is and trying to edge out the pain.
Jensen hears the break of air so loud, holds his hands still against Jared’s chest, pressing meaningfully. “Hey, you okay?”
Jared’s head tips back to Jensen’s, relaxing at the ease of his voice and how all the tension is withering away, slipping into the carefree atmosphere they usually have with each other. “Yeah, just ... you’re really fucking big,” he grits out on a smile.
He laughs while his hands slip down to Jared’s waist. The fingers squeeze into skin as a silent question, and he’s answered with the roll of Jared’s hips. Jensen moans at the motion, but soon enough he pulls back and pushes right back in, moaning once again.
It’s slow at first, trying to build the momentum, bring Jared slowly to comfort and pleasure, wiping away pain. Jensen leans back in, palms possessively on Jared’s chest, tugging him back into an embrace as he pumps forward.
Everything stacks up in his stomach, stirring warmth and fire, edging itself down to his cock and he has to piston this on, jacking right into him. Jared’s taking it, but Jensen can tell it’s difficult, the speed and the pressure. So Jensen’s hand falls down, grabbing hold of Jared’s dick, eliciting moan after moan as he strokes in time with his thrusts. “J,” Jensen huffs at his ear.
“Yeah,” Jared pathetically pants back. “What?”
“You’re fuckin’,” then Jensen breaks off, closes his eyes, feeling it tight in his groin. He forces his eyes open, looks across the bunched muscles of Jared’s back as they curl over each other as he’s shoved forward, looks at the curve of his ass and how, despite the painful breathing, he’s taking all of Jensen and pushing right back on him. Jensen watches his dick slide in and out, disappearing into Jared. He finally murmurs, “You’re beautiful, man.”
Jared’s shoulders relax and despite the fact that Jensen is jabbing him so hard, fisting him so fast, his muscles liquefy like jelly. It makes the poundings easier to take, and when the head punches far in and slides out on his prostate, he shudders. “Jen, fuck, fuck,” he pants as the sensations clear his head and he’s unable to think of anything other than the fact that Jensen is fucking him in his kitchen and he doesn’t want it to stop. Jensen strikes fast, but not as hard, trying to ease up on Jared, but he doesn’t want that. He grunts out, “Just hit it, hit hard.”
One hand slides up Jared’s chest and holds onto his shoulder, the other wraps around his waist and grips tight. They’re locked in together, thighs sliding, ass to cock, back to chest, and Jensen just keeps firing, rutting up into Jared with his cheek pressed firmly at Jared’s shoulder. “Oh, fuck, fuck,” Jensen whimpers as his forehead presses hard into Jared’s back.
Jared grabs at the hand at his waist, tugs it with him and he closes it around his cock, starving for attention. His hand wraps around Jensen’s and the stroke him together, jerking quickly and messily, until their fingers slip between each other to make just one hand. It’s not quite a minute before Jared’s bending forward, panting and moaning, muscles moving of their own accord against Jensen’s thrusts, and finally he breaks wide open, ass punching back on Jensen and his dick emptying over both their hands.
The hole clenches tight on Jensen and he keeps pounding, faster and harder than even before, grabbing hold of that sensation and riding it. His hand, still clutched with Jared’s wraps back around Jared’s waist and holds him tight so he can pump, once more, and once again, shuttering against his back with a loud groan, coming inside Jared, warmth and liquid enveloping him.
They stay like that for long moments, Jensen’s forehead pressed into Jared’s back and his arms still holding him tight, sweat trapped between their bodies. He pulls out gingerly and strokes careful hands over Jared’s sides and once down his back. Jared turns and looks him right in the eye, where last night they barely shared a glance. “C’mere,” he mumbles, reaching a hand out to Jensen’s waist pulling him in. He kisses him, slow and lazy, tongue pressing at Jensen’s, mouth obscenely wide, and his hand holding possessively at Jensen’s neck, just like last night.
It ends with a loud smack, the pop of their mouths louder than most anything they’d heard through this whole escapade. Jensen rests his forehead to Jared’s while he holds his torso steady against him.
Jared’s hands slip to the sides of Jensen’s neck, thumbs holding his jaw. “You wanna stay in my bed?”
Jensen’s reply comes when he moves forward, kissing forcefully while yanking Jared’s hips against his.
Wake-up Call: He tries to turn his head, tries to catch a glimpse of Jared behind him, but it’s hard at this angle, and anytime he starts to push off the bed, Jared’s hands anchor him right back down. He settles and takes the feelings with him, of Jared’s mouth spreading over his skin, leaving wet hot trails down to his lower back.