NC-17 | Burning Room 2/2 | J2
Title: Burning Room 2/2
Words: 1,600
Rating: NC-17 - dirty, rough sexytiems
Summary: Jared decides to teach Jensen a lesson about being too big of a tease.
Notes: GUYZ big apologies for not smutting up the first part of this one. I hope this is appropriate penance. Read Part One. Title and cut from John Mayer's "Slow Dancing in a Burning Room"
Background:standing_fic linked to this picture, all aflutter because YES IT'S GLORIOUS. Then some people discounted it as an incredibly good manip, but you know what? I DON'T CARE BECAUSE IT'S STILL FUCKING HOT AND DESERVES FIC.
Jared now knows. When Jensen is laid out in front of the couch, the TV, by the window … wherever, doesn’t really matter, that’s not the important part … because when Jensen is all laid out in weathered sweatpants and decidedly naked from the lower abdomen up, Jared knows what that means.
No matter how engrossed Jensen looks in his script, Men’s Health magazine, or the new book-of-the-month, Jensen’s just asking for it. And Jared’s so there, because he takes off his shirt and steps right up, sweeping the book, magazine, whatever, right out of the way, lowering himself to Jensen. He covers Jensen’s entire body with some of his own mass hanging over the edges, and he’s come to fully appreciate the press of hot flesh against his chest. Not to mention the way that Jensen always, always, lets it just happen. He usually doesn’t move until Jared’s done kissing across his shoulders, nipping at the back of his head, slipping his hand into the back of the sweats, letting Jared set the whole thing.
This time, though, Jensen presses himself up. Not in fight, but in pleasure as his ass rocks up against Jared’s basketball shorts that do little to hide his length, or how he’s getting thick and coming ‘round to attention of the entire matter. It’s usually lazier than this, but he’s not going to argue. Really has no reason to. Especially when Jensen flips over then shoves Jared to the side so he can settle on top, holding Jared’s wrists to the ground, spreading himself out so their hips grind and the dicks slip against themselves through the thin, worn fabric of what little they’re actually wearing. Jensen’s head lowers to Jared’s, but not close enough kiss. It’s so darned close, but he won’t close the distance and when Jared leans up to nip at Jensen’s mouth, all he gets is the tip of the chin as Jensen moves back just a few inches.
Jared’s playfully fighting right back, but so quickly he can feel the pool of heat in his belly, can feel the throb of his dick and the want of more skin than is presently available. In a masterful step, Jared wraps his legs around Jensen’s hips, tugging him in tighter, increasing the pressure of their hips together, all that heat right there. Jared bites down his moan, but admires the drop of Jensen’s lower lip and the flutter of eyelids as Jensen groans then increases his speed, grinding quickly. Jensen’s mind is taken long enough that his hands loosen, but Jared’s paying so close attention that he doesn’t miss that point and instantly turns them over, slamming Jensen right into the carpet. Jensen winces at the impact not to mention the weight of Jared keeping him pinned. He groans angrily, but Jared just smirks down on him. “Sucks, don’t it?”
“You mean your mouth?” Jensen grits out as Jared’s hands roughly keep him in place.
An eyebrow goes high with interest as Jensen tries humping up to him. But Jared won’t move. Just keeps Jensen pinned until he settles down. That’s when Jared releases his wrists and starts moving down Jensen’s body. Jensen’s hands come up to grip at Jared’s shoulders and they try to shove him over, but Jared pushes himself back up.
His body and hands are forceful, but he’s smiling down on Jensen the whole time to keep the mood easy. Their bodies press together as they fight for control, but Jared’s already on top and he’s got more upper body anyway. Plus it’s fun playing like this so Jared keeps going. He forces his elbow near Jensen’s neck to keep him in place while his other hand reaches down, under the thick cotton waistband, and shamelessly starts stroking Jensen. And the guy gives up, just like that, smacking his head to the ground and sighing with his mouth hanging open. “Don’t know why you fight it,” Jared smirks while he gets quick and dirty with the twists of his wrist.
Jensen’s eyes go lazy, barely staying open but to flicker to Jared’s. He nearly pants out with emotion, “You love it, don’t lie.”
“So do you,” Jared replies, dipping down low with hair falling into Jensen’s face.
The hands fly up to push the hair out of the way, then they grope Jared’s face and bring him for a bruising, biting kiss. The tongues are just as dirty and rough as this whole charade is and Jared’s pretty sure his tongue reaches the back of Jensen’s mouth as he fucks his way deep inside. Then Jensen’s mouth goes limp and his body shifts up in an uneven pace.
A second later, Jared smacks off loudly and pulls his hand out of Jensen’s pants, which, naturally, makes the guy groan in anger. But just as quickly, he grabs Jensen’s hips and tosses him to his stomach with the ease of a ragdoll. He tugs the back of the sweatpants down so the elastic stays under the curve of Jensen’s ass and without a word he pokes his middle finger through Jensen’s hole.
“Warn a guy? Fuck,” Jensen grits out as he shifts away. But then he’s up to his knees and takes it, rocking back on Jared’s hand as there’s magically a second finger. It’s burning, and there’re beads of sweat building on his back, but he just keeps taking it, his whimpers begging for it to stay just this way.
Jared leans forward, kissing the sweat off the small of Jensen’s back. He alternates between flicking and flattening his tongue to streak across the skin. But he sticks with the latter more often than not because that motion makes Jensen keen. He’s so close to adding a third finger, but realizes how close Jensen really is based on all the humming and how his body is failing to keep a rhythm. And it further dawns on him that he hasn’t gotten a damned thing out of this yet.
“You dick,” Jensen grunts when Jared’s hand is gone, but then he’s grunting in surprise with the head of the cock pushing in, probably too fast, but they both breathe deep and one of Jared’s hands runs up his back, settling strong and hot in the middle for support … for the both of them.
He pushes all the way in and Jensen pushes back, and it’s so uncoordinated, but flames lick up Jared’s dick and through his groin at how tight Jensen is right here, not having enough prep. And he’s smug enough to grin at that fact, of roughhousing Jensen through this whole thing and just taking it … giving it, forcing them here.
Jared is jacking right into Jensen, so quick and hard and he can hear how quickly Jensen is sucking in air, but he just keeps going, muttering so many dirty things into the air and not even carrying if Jensen is actually listening or not. He just can’t control his mouth anymore because it’s so good to fuck his way into Jensen’s asshole, to feel his own precome slicking up the hole, the sight of Jensen’s little, pink ring of muscle sucking him right down.
It’s the first time in a long time, but it’s just as hot as one of those first times they screwed around, because Jared’s just going, hard and fast, and Jensen doesn’t say a word about it, but his body suddenly stutters. He lets out an incredibly loud but withered Ohhh, and he’s coming without Jared having to jerk him off.
The smile on Jared’s face is so wide but growing a little lazy as he keeps going, forcing Jensen to take it until he finishes, but he hears Jensen’s whimpers and he knows the pain of a dick in the ass is no longer fun, so Jared pulls out. He again grabs at Jensen’s hips and pulls him back in so his dick can run the crease of his ass, and he just grinds into his skin, more precome slicking up ass crack so Jared can easily slide right up and down the dip.
He first feels then sees how Jensen clenches his ass, the muscles playing against Jared, over and over, and he just loses it. His come shoots up and across Jensen’s back as he groans his way through Jensen’s name, a few choice curse words, and another drop of Jensen on a murmur.
The second he’s done, Jensen drops down to his stomach then slowly rolls to his back as Jared goes to his stomach, forehead to the rug. Jensen smacks his knee over to Jared’s leg. “You gotta stop jumping me.”
Jared turns his head to see Jensen staring right at him, looking well fucked out but slightly annoyed. “Why would I do that?”
“Fucking rug burns, man.”
He smirks and closes his eyes through a sigh. “Stop looking so obscene while reading around the house.”
There’s a tiny grunt of a chuckle and even with his eyes closed, he knows they’re both smiling.
Words: 1,600
Rating: NC-17 - dirty, rough sexytiems
Summary: Jared decides to teach Jensen a lesson about being too big of a tease.
Notes: GUYZ big apologies for not smutting up the first part of this one. I hope this is appropriate penance. Read Part One. Title and cut from John Mayer's "Slow Dancing in a Burning Room"
Background:standing_fic linked to this picture, all aflutter because YES IT'S GLORIOUS. Then some people discounted it as an incredibly good manip, but you know what? I DON'T CARE BECAUSE IT'S STILL FUCKING HOT AND DESERVES FIC.
Jared now knows. When Jensen is laid out in front of the couch, the TV, by the window … wherever, doesn’t really matter, that’s not the important part … because when Jensen is all laid out in weathered sweatpants and decidedly naked from the lower abdomen up, Jared knows what that means.
No matter how engrossed Jensen looks in his script, Men’s Health magazine, or the new book-of-the-month, Jensen’s just asking for it. And Jared’s so there, because he takes off his shirt and steps right up, sweeping the book, magazine, whatever, right out of the way, lowering himself to Jensen. He covers Jensen’s entire body with some of his own mass hanging over the edges, and he’s come to fully appreciate the press of hot flesh against his chest. Not to mention the way that Jensen always, always, lets it just happen. He usually doesn’t move until Jared’s done kissing across his shoulders, nipping at the back of his head, slipping his hand into the back of the sweats, letting Jared set the whole thing.
This time, though, Jensen presses himself up. Not in fight, but in pleasure as his ass rocks up against Jared’s basketball shorts that do little to hide his length, or how he’s getting thick and coming ‘round to attention of the entire matter. It’s usually lazier than this, but he’s not going to argue. Really has no reason to. Especially when Jensen flips over then shoves Jared to the side so he can settle on top, holding Jared’s wrists to the ground, spreading himself out so their hips grind and the dicks slip against themselves through the thin, worn fabric of what little they’re actually wearing. Jensen’s head lowers to Jared’s, but not close enough kiss. It’s so darned close, but he won’t close the distance and when Jared leans up to nip at Jensen’s mouth, all he gets is the tip of the chin as Jensen moves back just a few inches.
Jared’s playfully fighting right back, but so quickly he can feel the pool of heat in his belly, can feel the throb of his dick and the want of more skin than is presently available. In a masterful step, Jared wraps his legs around Jensen’s hips, tugging him in tighter, increasing the pressure of their hips together, all that heat right there. Jared bites down his moan, but admires the drop of Jensen’s lower lip and the flutter of eyelids as Jensen groans then increases his speed, grinding quickly. Jensen’s mind is taken long enough that his hands loosen, but Jared’s paying so close attention that he doesn’t miss that point and instantly turns them over, slamming Jensen right into the carpet. Jensen winces at the impact not to mention the weight of Jared keeping him pinned. He groans angrily, but Jared just smirks down on him. “Sucks, don’t it?”
“You mean your mouth?” Jensen grits out as Jared’s hands roughly keep him in place.
An eyebrow goes high with interest as Jensen tries humping up to him. But Jared won’t move. Just keeps Jensen pinned until he settles down. That’s when Jared releases his wrists and starts moving down Jensen’s body. Jensen’s hands come up to grip at Jared’s shoulders and they try to shove him over, but Jared pushes himself back up.
His body and hands are forceful, but he’s smiling down on Jensen the whole time to keep the mood easy. Their bodies press together as they fight for control, but Jared’s already on top and he’s got more upper body anyway. Plus it’s fun playing like this so Jared keeps going. He forces his elbow near Jensen’s neck to keep him in place while his other hand reaches down, under the thick cotton waistband, and shamelessly starts stroking Jensen. And the guy gives up, just like that, smacking his head to the ground and sighing with his mouth hanging open. “Don’t know why you fight it,” Jared smirks while he gets quick and dirty with the twists of his wrist.
Jensen’s eyes go lazy, barely staying open but to flicker to Jared’s. He nearly pants out with emotion, “You love it, don’t lie.”
“So do you,” Jared replies, dipping down low with hair falling into Jensen’s face.
The hands fly up to push the hair out of the way, then they grope Jared’s face and bring him for a bruising, biting kiss. The tongues are just as dirty and rough as this whole charade is and Jared’s pretty sure his tongue reaches the back of Jensen’s mouth as he fucks his way deep inside. Then Jensen’s mouth goes limp and his body shifts up in an uneven pace.
A second later, Jared smacks off loudly and pulls his hand out of Jensen’s pants, which, naturally, makes the guy groan in anger. But just as quickly, he grabs Jensen’s hips and tosses him to his stomach with the ease of a ragdoll. He tugs the back of the sweatpants down so the elastic stays under the curve of Jensen’s ass and without a word he pokes his middle finger through Jensen’s hole.
“Warn a guy? Fuck,” Jensen grits out as he shifts away. But then he’s up to his knees and takes it, rocking back on Jared’s hand as there’s magically a second finger. It’s burning, and there’re beads of sweat building on his back, but he just keeps taking it, his whimpers begging for it to stay just this way.
Jared leans forward, kissing the sweat off the small of Jensen’s back. He alternates between flicking and flattening his tongue to streak across the skin. But he sticks with the latter more often than not because that motion makes Jensen keen. He’s so close to adding a third finger, but realizes how close Jensen really is based on all the humming and how his body is failing to keep a rhythm. And it further dawns on him that he hasn’t gotten a damned thing out of this yet.
“You dick,” Jensen grunts when Jared’s hand is gone, but then he’s grunting in surprise with the head of the cock pushing in, probably too fast, but they both breathe deep and one of Jared’s hands runs up his back, settling strong and hot in the middle for support … for the both of them.
He pushes all the way in and Jensen pushes back, and it’s so uncoordinated, but flames lick up Jared’s dick and through his groin at how tight Jensen is right here, not having enough prep. And he’s smug enough to grin at that fact, of roughhousing Jensen through this whole thing and just taking it … giving it, forcing them here.
Jared is jacking right into Jensen, so quick and hard and he can hear how quickly Jensen is sucking in air, but he just keeps going, muttering so many dirty things into the air and not even carrying if Jensen is actually listening or not. He just can’t control his mouth anymore because it’s so good to fuck his way into Jensen’s asshole, to feel his own precome slicking up the hole, the sight of Jensen’s little, pink ring of muscle sucking him right down.
It’s the first time in a long time, but it’s just as hot as one of those first times they screwed around, because Jared’s just going, hard and fast, and Jensen doesn’t say a word about it, but his body suddenly stutters. He lets out an incredibly loud but withered Ohhh, and he’s coming without Jared having to jerk him off.
The smile on Jared’s face is so wide but growing a little lazy as he keeps going, forcing Jensen to take it until he finishes, but he hears Jensen’s whimpers and he knows the pain of a dick in the ass is no longer fun, so Jared pulls out. He again grabs at Jensen’s hips and pulls him back in so his dick can run the crease of his ass, and he just grinds into his skin, more precome slicking up ass crack so Jared can easily slide right up and down the dip.
He first feels then sees how Jensen clenches his ass, the muscles playing against Jared, over and over, and he just loses it. His come shoots up and across Jensen’s back as he groans his way through Jensen’s name, a few choice curse words, and another drop of Jensen on a murmur.
The second he’s done, Jensen drops down to his stomach then slowly rolls to his back as Jared goes to his stomach, forehead to the rug. Jensen smacks his knee over to Jared’s leg. “You gotta stop jumping me.”
Jared turns his head to see Jensen staring right at him, looking well fucked out but slightly annoyed. “Why would I do that?”
“Fucking rug burns, man.”
He smirks and closes his eyes through a sigh. “Stop looking so obscene while reading around the house.”
There’s a tiny grunt of a chuckle and even with his eyes closed, he knows they’re both smiling.