J2 | A Sensitive Subject | J2
Title: A Sensitive Subject
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17 [Warnings (spoiler):] piercing and nipple play
Words: 1800
Summaryish Written for deirdre_c's birthday! A little birdie told me about a very special prompt that involved Jensen having a secret that is revealed once he and Jared hit the beach. So here we go ...
Happy birthday Dei! I hop you have a most wonderful day!
Once they’re at the beach, Jensen truly realizes the mistake he’s made.
Jared is all quick and down to business as he unfolds their beach chairs, lays a towel over each lounger, yanks his shirt up and off, and slathers on tanning oil that makes his chest and arms glisten under the bright sun.
Jensen gulps - partly for Jared, but mostly for his own incredibly horrible situation. Hitting the beach with Jared always has the bonus of bare skin and long bouts of admiring Jared’s fine upper body as he tans. Right now it’s a nightmare that Jensen can’t back out of without raising even more alarm.
Of which Jared has plenty as he stares at Jensen still fully covered in a t-shirt and a button up. The latter had been a last-minute addition when Jensen realized that he needed to hide the result of a weekend drinking way, way, way too much with Jared’s best friend.
“C’mon, don’t be shy,” Jared laughs. “It’s not like you’ve got anything I haven’t seen before.”
He’s about ninety percent right there, because while egged on by tequila shots and Genevieve, Jensen added something that Jared has yet to see.
“Are you that afraid of burning?” With another laugh, Jared unearths a bottle of sunblock. It’s a giant white container, but it looks tiny when Jared flips it around his large palm. “I got SPF 50.” Jared lifts an eyebrow and winks. “Let me lube you up.”
Jensen clears his throat, skin still prickly and hot from the worry of what Jared will say once his shirt is gone and the new addition is on display. The longer Jared stares at him, the more obvious the whole thing feels, and now Jensen can’t ignore the sting of pain he’s had to endure for the last few days while it all healed up.
“What is wrong with you?” Jared steps up to Jensen, tugs the button-up down Jensen’s arms, and shakes his head with an odd look. “You have been so weird the last few days. Cancelling on Sunday and needing time alone at your place.” Suddenly Jared stops and shifts back to assess Jensen long enough that it makes Jensen even more nervous. “Why have you been so weird lately?”
His mouth opens, but Jensen can’t put words together.
“Oh, my God! You’re seeing someone else!”
“What?!” Jensen shrieks. “Why would you think that?”
Now Jared appears nervous with a furrowed brow. “Because last I know is that you hung out with Genevieve and got incredibly drunk on Saturday. And even she won’t tell me what you guys did.”
“I’m not seeing someone else,” Jensen insists. “Are you crazy?”
“Am I crazy? You’re the one who won’t take off his shirt at the beach!”
“Okay, fine, Jesus.” In quick movements, Jensen tears his shirts off like ripping at a band-aid. Then he just stands there with his arms at his sides, fist clenched with nerves running through his entire body.
Jared glances at Jensen’s bare chest. His eyes roam from collar bone down to navel then snap right up to Jensen’s nipple. His mouth drops open and his eyes widen before he lets out a long, delirious laugh. “You pierced your nipple?!”
Jensen fights to keep his arms down when all he wants to do is fold them across his chest. “Yeah, I did.”
Still laughing, Jared steps forward and flicks the barbell. Pain fires through Jensen’s nipple and he retaliates by smacking the side of Jared’s head. “Ow!” Jared complains. “What was that for?”
“Because it hurt, you ass.” Now Jensen crosses his arms at his chest with embarrassment that at thirty-two, he could make such a dumb mistake. Jared playing with the piercing was not what he first imagined when he’d walked into the tattoo and piercing parlor late Saturday night (or early Sunday, really). He’d hoped it would be something more interesting, but obviously he overestimated Jared’s maturity.
Jared is still rubbing his ear when he frowns. “Why did you get your nipple pierced then? Of course it was gonna hurt.”
Now he’s pissed at Jared’s lack of appreciation - or even sympathy for slow healing. “Gen said you thought piercings were hot.”
“Since when?”
“Since you dated a guy with piercings in college and you liked it.”
Jared snorts and motions towards Jensen’s chest. “And so you thought ‘hey, why not my nipple’?”
Jensen fully sulks and looks away from Jared’s face, which now seems amused with the whole situation. “It seemed like a high-kink area as well as easy to hide.”
“Seriously?” Jared asks, laughing again and tugging at the piercing.
Jensen smacks Jared’s hand away. “Yes, seriously.” After a few silent moments, Jensen mumbles, “She said you thought piercings were hot.”
“Yeah, when I was nineteen and anything with a dick was pretty hot.”
“Sounds like you’ve really matured since then.” Jensen rolls his eyes and grabs his t-shirt off the sand to put it back on.
“No, c’mon, I’m sorry,” Jared insists. “Lemme look at it. For real. I promise not to laugh this time.”
Jensen dismisses the whole event by sitting down on his chair and making quick mental plans to remove the piercing once he’s back home. He starts up his tablet, pulls his sunglasses into place, and ignores how Jared continues to watch him, as if waiting for Jensen to take his shirt off again.
“Babe, come on …”
He puts his tablet down and looks up to Jared, truly trying to put it past them for the time being. He offers a small smile when he asks, “Want me to lotion up your back?”
“If you’re sure?”
Jensen knows the hidden meaning in that question and he runs with it. “Yeah, sure. Pop a squat.” He straddles his lounger and pats the open space ahead of him. It’s a nice distraction to spread his hands over Jared’s skin, already warmed by the sun overhead, and Jensen let’s that keep his mind occupied for the time being.
The day at the beach turns out to be fine, if not a little awkward. They take in the sun, let their skin heat up and tan, and cool off for a bit in the water while talking about anything except the pierced elephant in the room.
It’s almost that awkward when Jared pulls his truck into Jensen’s driveway, gets out, and follows Jensen up the walk like it’s any other day and not one where Jensen revealed himself to be a total nutcase willing to pierce sensitive areas just to please his boyfriend. Who apparently doesn’t give two shits about such effort like he did when he was a dick-obsessed college kid.
Jensen heads right for the laundry room to change out of his sandy clothes and dump them in a basket for the next wash. He pulls on a clean pair of pants and reaches for a shirt as Jared joins him in the small room.
“Hey, let me see this for real,” Jared says with a careful smile.
He tries not to sigh, or feel foolish once again, and instead decides to just face his mistake. “You’ve got five seconds and then I’m taking it out.”
“You’re just that fickle, huh?” Before Jensen can respond, Jared runs his thumb across the piercing. It’s a soft, feathery touch that sends a tingle across Jensen’s chest. Jared must sense it because he smirks up at Jensen and does it again. “Does it still hurt?”
“Not too much,” he mumbles, not really wanting to focus on it. Especially not when it’s turning him on and Jared probably still thinks he’s an idiot for doing this. “Just gotta be careful with it.”
Jared gently rubs at one end of the barbell then the other, biting down on his lower lip as he watches the piercing move beneath his thumb. Jensen’s nipple tingles again, making him shiver for a second, and Jensen shifts back against the washer to play off the movement. Jared goes with him, increasing the pressure just slightly, then leans in for a kiss.
Their tongues tangle in a well-known pattern while Jared’s breathing gets loud and his thumb more insistent across Jensen’s nipple. Quickly, Jensen’s growing hard as a brief flash of pain mixes with the heat building in his chest while Jared continues to play with the piercing, pressing the flat of his thumb against the nipple.
Jared holds Jensen at the hips and dips lower to kiss down Jensen’s chest until he can wrap his lips around the nipple and tongue at the barbell.
“Fuck, yeah,” Jensen whispers. Then smiles when Jared hums round his nipple. He pushes his hand up the back of Jared’s hair and threads his fingers through it as Jared continues to suck around his piercing with constant yet tender pressure. Now Jensen is fully hard and he thinks this is exactly what he’d been hoping for when he first decided getting pierced would be exciting for their relationship.
Jared’s tongue swirls around Jensen’s nipple, the wetness causing a chill to run through Jensen’s veins until it’s quickly replaced red-hot want. As Jared continues on with his rapt attention to Jensen’s piercing, Jensen reaches down and palms Jared to find him fully hard in his swim trunks.
Immediately, Jared lets go of Jensen’s nipple and gets back to kissing, plunging his tongue deep into Jensen’s mouth. Their bodies press tight together and their hips start rocking, dicks rubbing together, hands roaming over bare skin. Jensen thinks about getting Jared out of his clothes, but it feels too good to have Jared against him, particularly when the heat of his body bleeds through his shirt and to Jensen’s sensitive nipple.
Jared pushes in hard, nearly shoves Jensen back over the washer. Jensen fights back, yet once Jared runs his open palm over Jensen’s piercing, Jensen knows it’s a lost cause. Seconds later, he’s coming in his pants and Jared only needs another minute of grinding to get there, too.
They’ve had plenty of exciting moments in their sex life, in all sorts of places; Jensen thinks clothed and in the laundry room is a new one for them. At least it’s convenient to clean up, he figures.
“Well,” Jensen says plainly, “Now I really have to do laundry.”
“Small price to pay,” Jared replies against Jensen’s lips. He kisses Jensen languidly, wrapping his arms around Jensen’s waist to keep them close.
When they break off, Jensen eyes Jared, appreciating the glow of his happy cheeks. “So, you seemed pretty into the piercing.”
“It’s you … everything’s pretty hot.”
“Maybe I won’t take it out right away,” Jensen says airily.
“You better not,” Jared growls then leads them to the bedroom.
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17 [Warnings (spoiler):] piercing and nipple play
Words: 1800
Summaryish Written for deirdre_c's birthday! A little birdie told me about a very special prompt that involved Jensen having a secret that is revealed once he and Jared hit the beach. So here we go ...
Happy birthday Dei! I hop you have a most wonderful day!
Once they’re at the beach, Jensen truly realizes the mistake he’s made.
Jared is all quick and down to business as he unfolds their beach chairs, lays a towel over each lounger, yanks his shirt up and off, and slathers on tanning oil that makes his chest and arms glisten under the bright sun.
Jensen gulps - partly for Jared, but mostly for his own incredibly horrible situation. Hitting the beach with Jared always has the bonus of bare skin and long bouts of admiring Jared’s fine upper body as he tans. Right now it’s a nightmare that Jensen can’t back out of without raising even more alarm.
Of which Jared has plenty as he stares at Jensen still fully covered in a t-shirt and a button up. The latter had been a last-minute addition when Jensen realized that he needed to hide the result of a weekend drinking way, way, way too much with Jared’s best friend.
“C’mon, don’t be shy,” Jared laughs. “It’s not like you’ve got anything I haven’t seen before.”
He’s about ninety percent right there, because while egged on by tequila shots and Genevieve, Jensen added something that Jared has yet to see.
“Are you that afraid of burning?” With another laugh, Jared unearths a bottle of sunblock. It’s a giant white container, but it looks tiny when Jared flips it around his large palm. “I got SPF 50.” Jared lifts an eyebrow and winks. “Let me lube you up.”
Jensen clears his throat, skin still prickly and hot from the worry of what Jared will say once his shirt is gone and the new addition is on display. The longer Jared stares at him, the more obvious the whole thing feels, and now Jensen can’t ignore the sting of pain he’s had to endure for the last few days while it all healed up.
“What is wrong with you?” Jared steps up to Jensen, tugs the button-up down Jensen’s arms, and shakes his head with an odd look. “You have been so weird the last few days. Cancelling on Sunday and needing time alone at your place.” Suddenly Jared stops and shifts back to assess Jensen long enough that it makes Jensen even more nervous. “Why have you been so weird lately?”
His mouth opens, but Jensen can’t put words together.
“Oh, my God! You’re seeing someone else!”
“What?!” Jensen shrieks. “Why would you think that?”
Now Jared appears nervous with a furrowed brow. “Because last I know is that you hung out with Genevieve and got incredibly drunk on Saturday. And even she won’t tell me what you guys did.”
“I’m not seeing someone else,” Jensen insists. “Are you crazy?”
“Am I crazy? You’re the one who won’t take off his shirt at the beach!”
“Okay, fine, Jesus.” In quick movements, Jensen tears his shirts off like ripping at a band-aid. Then he just stands there with his arms at his sides, fist clenched with nerves running through his entire body.
Jared glances at Jensen’s bare chest. His eyes roam from collar bone down to navel then snap right up to Jensen’s nipple. His mouth drops open and his eyes widen before he lets out a long, delirious laugh. “You pierced your nipple?!”
Jensen fights to keep his arms down when all he wants to do is fold them across his chest. “Yeah, I did.”
Still laughing, Jared steps forward and flicks the barbell. Pain fires through Jensen’s nipple and he retaliates by smacking the side of Jared’s head. “Ow!” Jared complains. “What was that for?”
“Because it hurt, you ass.” Now Jensen crosses his arms at his chest with embarrassment that at thirty-two, he could make such a dumb mistake. Jared playing with the piercing was not what he first imagined when he’d walked into the tattoo and piercing parlor late Saturday night (or early Sunday, really). He’d hoped it would be something more interesting, but obviously he overestimated Jared’s maturity.
Jared is still rubbing his ear when he frowns. “Why did you get your nipple pierced then? Of course it was gonna hurt.”
Now he’s pissed at Jared’s lack of appreciation - or even sympathy for slow healing. “Gen said you thought piercings were hot.”
“Since when?”
“Since you dated a guy with piercings in college and you liked it.”
Jared snorts and motions towards Jensen’s chest. “And so you thought ‘hey, why not my nipple’?”
Jensen fully sulks and looks away from Jared’s face, which now seems amused with the whole situation. “It seemed like a high-kink area as well as easy to hide.”
“Seriously?” Jared asks, laughing again and tugging at the piercing.
Jensen smacks Jared’s hand away. “Yes, seriously.” After a few silent moments, Jensen mumbles, “She said you thought piercings were hot.”
“Yeah, when I was nineteen and anything with a dick was pretty hot.”
“Sounds like you’ve really matured since then.” Jensen rolls his eyes and grabs his t-shirt off the sand to put it back on.
“No, c’mon, I’m sorry,” Jared insists. “Lemme look at it. For real. I promise not to laugh this time.”
Jensen dismisses the whole event by sitting down on his chair and making quick mental plans to remove the piercing once he’s back home. He starts up his tablet, pulls his sunglasses into place, and ignores how Jared continues to watch him, as if waiting for Jensen to take his shirt off again.
“Babe, come on …”
He puts his tablet down and looks up to Jared, truly trying to put it past them for the time being. He offers a small smile when he asks, “Want me to lotion up your back?”
“If you’re sure?”
Jensen knows the hidden meaning in that question and he runs with it. “Yeah, sure. Pop a squat.” He straddles his lounger and pats the open space ahead of him. It’s a nice distraction to spread his hands over Jared’s skin, already warmed by the sun overhead, and Jensen let’s that keep his mind occupied for the time being.
The day at the beach turns out to be fine, if not a little awkward. They take in the sun, let their skin heat up and tan, and cool off for a bit in the water while talking about anything except the pierced elephant in the room.
It’s almost that awkward when Jared pulls his truck into Jensen’s driveway, gets out, and follows Jensen up the walk like it’s any other day and not one where Jensen revealed himself to be a total nutcase willing to pierce sensitive areas just to please his boyfriend. Who apparently doesn’t give two shits about such effort like he did when he was a dick-obsessed college kid.
Jensen heads right for the laundry room to change out of his sandy clothes and dump them in a basket for the next wash. He pulls on a clean pair of pants and reaches for a shirt as Jared joins him in the small room.
“Hey, let me see this for real,” Jared says with a careful smile.
He tries not to sigh, or feel foolish once again, and instead decides to just face his mistake. “You’ve got five seconds and then I’m taking it out.”
“You’re just that fickle, huh?” Before Jensen can respond, Jared runs his thumb across the piercing. It’s a soft, feathery touch that sends a tingle across Jensen’s chest. Jared must sense it because he smirks up at Jensen and does it again. “Does it still hurt?”
“Not too much,” he mumbles, not really wanting to focus on it. Especially not when it’s turning him on and Jared probably still thinks he’s an idiot for doing this. “Just gotta be careful with it.”
Jared gently rubs at one end of the barbell then the other, biting down on his lower lip as he watches the piercing move beneath his thumb. Jensen’s nipple tingles again, making him shiver for a second, and Jensen shifts back against the washer to play off the movement. Jared goes with him, increasing the pressure just slightly, then leans in for a kiss.
Their tongues tangle in a well-known pattern while Jared’s breathing gets loud and his thumb more insistent across Jensen’s nipple. Quickly, Jensen’s growing hard as a brief flash of pain mixes with the heat building in his chest while Jared continues to play with the piercing, pressing the flat of his thumb against the nipple.
Jared holds Jensen at the hips and dips lower to kiss down Jensen’s chest until he can wrap his lips around the nipple and tongue at the barbell.
“Fuck, yeah,” Jensen whispers. Then smiles when Jared hums round his nipple. He pushes his hand up the back of Jared’s hair and threads his fingers through it as Jared continues to suck around his piercing with constant yet tender pressure. Now Jensen is fully hard and he thinks this is exactly what he’d been hoping for when he first decided getting pierced would be exciting for their relationship.
Jared’s tongue swirls around Jensen’s nipple, the wetness causing a chill to run through Jensen’s veins until it’s quickly replaced red-hot want. As Jared continues on with his rapt attention to Jensen’s piercing, Jensen reaches down and palms Jared to find him fully hard in his swim trunks.
Immediately, Jared lets go of Jensen’s nipple and gets back to kissing, plunging his tongue deep into Jensen’s mouth. Their bodies press tight together and their hips start rocking, dicks rubbing together, hands roaming over bare skin. Jensen thinks about getting Jared out of his clothes, but it feels too good to have Jared against him, particularly when the heat of his body bleeds through his shirt and to Jensen’s sensitive nipple.
Jared pushes in hard, nearly shoves Jensen back over the washer. Jensen fights back, yet once Jared runs his open palm over Jensen’s piercing, Jensen knows it’s a lost cause. Seconds later, he’s coming in his pants and Jared only needs another minute of grinding to get there, too.
They’ve had plenty of exciting moments in their sex life, in all sorts of places; Jensen thinks clothed and in the laundry room is a new one for them. At least it’s convenient to clean up, he figures.
“Well,” Jensen says plainly, “Now I really have to do laundry.”
“Small price to pay,” Jared replies against Jensen’s lips. He kisses Jensen languidly, wrapping his arms around Jensen’s waist to keep them close.
When they break off, Jensen eyes Jared, appreciating the glow of his happy cheeks. “So, you seemed pretty into the piercing.”
“It’s you … everything’s pretty hot.”
“Maybe I won’t take it out right away,” Jensen says airily.
“You better not,” Jared growls then leads them to the bedroom.