NC-17 | Gonna Wait No More | PWP
Title: Gonna Wait No More
Rating/Warning: NC-17/PWP
Words: 1,900
Summary: Drunk on booze and Jared, Jensen doesn't hold back. Written for salt_burn_porn, prompt: out of control
Notes: Big thanks to timehasa_way for initial handholding and cheerleading. Then to maerhys for final beta. &hearts you gals. Title, cut text, and story written under the hand of Them Crooked Vulture's "New Fang."
It hangs in the space like a desperate fog. Too much but not enough. Jared right on top of him, surrounding him. He can’t escape the tension slung between them like coarse wire, waiting to be unwound. But in a bar full of strangers, circled by friends and coworkers, the wire twists and coils tight. Not just from Jared, but through Jensen. Tethered to his hazy mind, down to his stomach, twisting his guts into a million knots.
Jared stares. For far too long, making Jensen uncomfortable. He gulps down more beer just to distract himself. Just to ignore the beginning of a tailspin.
Only makes it worse.
Jensen takes to staring, watching the cord in Jared’s throat pound every time he swallows. Watches it twist when Jared twists. He wants to reach out, wants to feel it under his fingers, taste it on his tongue. But he waits.
Not long enough.
In the truck, Jared’s focused but talking and singing along to the radio as it rings out. They’re stopped, far too long under red lights.
He can’t.
Not any longer.
The radio beats but Jared’s throat pulses, and Jensen slides across the front bench seat, tongue touching before he can taste, but then it melts. There’s salt and dust and heat. So much heat, Jensen clamps down on it, lips sealed while his hand rises, palm gripping the other side of Jared’s neck.
The tires squeal. Jared directs the car elsewhere, parking in darkness. He clutches Jensen’s elbows and pushes him away, far across the cab.
They stare. Long, loud seconds float on. His eyes are on fire, his chest strung tight as he waits for Jared’s reaction. Waits for the fist to his jaw, the kick to his ass out onto the gravel lot.
Jared’s hands, those huge meat hooks, reach out and grab Jensen’s knees, tug hard, and knock him to his back. Then Jared's covering him, all meat and bone, pressed in tight. Hard chest, lean hips cut and rub just right.
Jensen moans and his fingers latch onto Jared’s hair, tugging hard with the pain of Jared’s sharp push.
With the twist of his head, Jared grunts, and his hands are tight on the seat leather to lock Jensen in place. He leans in to bite, but holds off. “What d’you want?”
He pushes up and his leg winds around Jared’s thighs. He pulls him closer, denim tight like skin. This is his answer and his question all in one. His hand tightens, tufts of hair spinning ‘round his knuckles, and he smirks, just a flash, but they both know it’s there.
Refuse to ignore it.
Jared’s mouth descends, teeth clanking, and mouth soaked, and tongue thick. Answering Jensen, granting permission, letting this thing go. They jut against each other. A tough stroke of hips and legs and hard cocks. Jensen groans into Jared’s mouth and bites on his tongue. Mumbles, “This all you got?”
It flips the switch.
Jared yanks his hips again, spins him over before wrenching open Jensen’s jeans. “Gonna be fucking cryin’,” he taunts.
Jensen scrambles to his elbows and knees as Jared tugs his legs apart and pants down just far enough to reach inside, under, within. He licks his lips just as he hears Jared lick his fingers.
Jared follows the tease with the quick slink of a middle finger up and in. He winds an elbow around Jensen’s neck, pulls him up, forces him back on his haunches, and works in a dirty finger. His mouth works harder on Jensen’s neck, teeth sliding down to the shoulder. Jensen moves with scrambling fingers and nails to turn and grab Jared, but it’s useless. He’s rendered stationary with two strong hangs anchoring him down.
It’s a fight.
Tight arms and fingers, two in Jensen’s ass, others squeezing his thigh. Jensen relents, not completely, but for the moment. He pushes down, feels Jared’s finger dart higher and harder as they rock together. “Jay, c’mon, man, c’mon,” he grinds out while grinding down. “Come on.”
A filthy chuckle precedes a cruel third finger, twisting and tucking as Jensen’s mind spins out. So far gone, he nearly goes limp, falls into Jared, lets the hand drive him. Lets it be the reason his dick is throbbing, thick and red and leaking against his belly. He touches, fingers fumbling to grab hold.
When his fist tightens and slides, and Jared pushes it away, Jensen turns, shoves Jared back against the door, jumps on top of him. They fight, angry grunts and strong hands. They rip at clothes and slip on damp skin. Jensen smirks, presses his palm into Jared’s throat and his knees around Jared’s hips. “Gimme a second, yeah?”
“Fuck you,” Jared grits out, pushing up and trying to push over, but failing when Jensen slides. Mouth clamping down on the thick muscle of his throat, sucking and biting.
They work together.
Fingers scrabbling with Jared’s pants, feet pushing pants down, lips pressed together, tongues melding. They’re sliding, tight, smooth skin, helped by sweat and warmth. Fused from the waist down as they trip shirts over their heads. Tossed to the ground, and Jensen slips down. His mouth leaves a damp trail over Jared’s skin, licks at the ripples of abdomen and the cut of bone and muscle that gives the right of way right to the center.
Jensen stares as fingers stroke up and down Jared’s dick. He catches Jared’s hazy eyes. One taste drags out a twitch. A smooth lick around the head elicits a groan. And he can’t stop teasing. Jensen grants small, short, grazing touches of his slick mouth. He watches Jared’s every tick. How his neck spins, his fingers curl, his stomach ripples with a tidal wave of muscles.
Jared begs a pained chorus of, “C’mon. Just do it. Suck me down. Suck it down right now.”
He smirks, mouth hanging above the head, heat spiraling over the wet skin.
“Jensen, please. Do it right now. Please.”
One movement is all it takes.
Lips to his groin and tongue laving. Jared groans, he whimpers, as Jensen sucks and licks and bobs. He’s like a machine, popping up noisily before sliding right back down. His mouth is so full.
Jared’s fingers dance over Jensen’s head. They clip hair then slide over and through as his hips kick up, like he can’t decide. Palms press Jensen down and tight as he fucks up. Then they hold softly, they let Jensen work. He runs between the two. Jensen lets him. He waits for Jared to decide. Does he want to drive or be ridden?
The answer’s clear in seconds. Hand groping below the seat and the other tugging under Jensen’s shoulder.
They’re face to face and kissing madly. With fire and slick tongues and rough, bitten lips. Before Jensen knows it, a wet hand is guiding his hip, pulling him up and closer so the other can press right back into his hole. His back arches over as his ass pushes back. Jared’s two fingers, cold and wet, twist and drill right in.
Jensen catches the wet trail over Jared’s chest and sees the bottle below. He chuckles, releasing himself for a moment, easing his muscles and mind. “Like a good boy scout.”
Jared smirks and urges his fingers faster, harder. “Gonna fuck this boy scout.” The fingers force Jensen forward and he bites on that neck again. New teeth marks joining old ones, along the tight muscles and sucking his pulse. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jared panics, his other hand tightening around Jensen’s neck, fixing him there.
It’s a distraction.
Seconds later, Jared’s palms are pressing him down then lining up and filling. It’s not a smooth slide, but it’s fast and tears Jensen from the inside out with a painful shout. It’s meant to be painful, and Jared smirks, tugging Jensen down as he thrusts up.
Jensen shouts again, angry this time. His hands are hard and tight around Jared’s biceps as they pin him down. He stares down and pants as they still. He grunts, “Don’t fucking move.”
He tries to. But then Jensen is shifting with knees hard in the seat and feet curling around Jared’s shins to pull his legs wider. It’s restricting and Jensen’s amused. He’s smirking and then he’s moving.
Riding and driving.
He’s steering, leading, and forcing this. His hands and feet are tucked in tight to keep Jared still as he slides up and back down. Up and back down, filling himself with Jared’s cock. He moves fast, and hard, dragging out moan after moan, forcing Jared’s mouth open with his tongue, swallowing down every sound.
Jensen arches, back near to the ceiling and his head down on Jared’s chest. He keeps going, keeps sliding, changing angles. Jared can only reach his elbows and the touch of fingers shocks Jensen. It grounds him back down to Jared. Not just the sex and the pulse, but the nearly heavy lids barely covering his intense stare. Parted lips and heavy panting. Jensen stalls. All but stops his movements, staring down onto Jared. He pulls up and back then over. He grabs the bottle of lube without a word, soaking his fingers and piercing Jared.
“God, fuck,” Jared whimpers. “What’re you doing?”
He smirks. “Tryin’ to kill you.”
As his fingers splice and jab, Jared groans in pain but he’s moving. He’s pushing right back into Jensen’s hand, taking all that Jensen gives him. Which goes on to a quick slide, a thick push as Jensen pushes right in.
It doesn’t last long.
Jensen moves in and Jared moves down. They’re fast and ugly and loud. Jensen clamps down on Jared’s slim waist so he can pound harder, quicker, getting rougher as the heat slinks up his spine, curls right back down and settles in his belly. “Fuck, Jared,” he pants. “I’m gonna … gonna come.” His head drops and his hips stutter, but he keeps going.
Jared tries harder and squeezes tight on every muscle. The fingers that grab Jensen’s arms and the legs around his waist and the hole sliding over Jensen. Jensen curses on the sensations, and Jared smirks, squeezes again.
They move together for the final moments.
Jensen fumbles around Jared’s dick, but the fist grips and yanks as they keep going. He moves back to the neck, marring the other side, refusing to leave it be. Seconds later, he falters and tenses as he comes and empties into Jared.
The hot press inside tips Jared over, and he gives a withered Fuck as everything tightens then loosens and he spills between them, sticky and hot.
Jensen sucks, this time lightly, at Jared’s throat. He feels the pulse pound over his tongue.
Jared’s fingers scrape into Jensen’s scalp before moving down to his neck and digging in. “You gotta stop that.”
He shifts up, sucking at Jared's chin and clacking his jaw open and shut in jest. He smiles at Jared’s dark chuckle, even while slipping out and away from him. They each drag clothes into place, sneaking glances and smiles. Jensen’s arm reaches out far to right his sleeve and Jared balks. Then his eyes catch in the rear view mirror.
It ain’t pretty.
He takes in each bite and bruise, feels the sting of Jensen’s teeth, the tug of his control. When Jared drags a finger over the marks, want pools in Jensen’s belly once again. Jensen reaches, thumb and forefinger teasing the skin. Jared flinches, shifts away, but there’s a tiny curl to his lips and Jensen squeezes again.
The whole ride home.
Rating/Warning: NC-17/PWP
Words: 1,900
Summary: Drunk on booze and Jared, Jensen doesn't hold back. Written for salt_burn_porn, prompt: out of control
Notes: Big thanks to timehasa_way for initial handholding and cheerleading. Then to maerhys for final beta. &hearts you gals. Title, cut text, and story written under the hand of Them Crooked Vulture's "New Fang."
It hangs in the space like a desperate fog. Too much but not enough. Jared right on top of him, surrounding him. He can’t escape the tension slung between them like coarse wire, waiting to be unwound. But in a bar full of strangers, circled by friends and coworkers, the wire twists and coils tight. Not just from Jared, but through Jensen. Tethered to his hazy mind, down to his stomach, twisting his guts into a million knots.
Jared stares. For far too long, making Jensen uncomfortable. He gulps down more beer just to distract himself. Just to ignore the beginning of a tailspin.
Only makes it worse.
Jensen takes to staring, watching the cord in Jared’s throat pound every time he swallows. Watches it twist when Jared twists. He wants to reach out, wants to feel it under his fingers, taste it on his tongue. But he waits.
Not long enough.
In the truck, Jared’s focused but talking and singing along to the radio as it rings out. They’re stopped, far too long under red lights.
He can’t.
Not any longer.
The radio beats but Jared’s throat pulses, and Jensen slides across the front bench seat, tongue touching before he can taste, but then it melts. There’s salt and dust and heat. So much heat, Jensen clamps down on it, lips sealed while his hand rises, palm gripping the other side of Jared’s neck.
The tires squeal. Jared directs the car elsewhere, parking in darkness. He clutches Jensen’s elbows and pushes him away, far across the cab.
They stare. Long, loud seconds float on. His eyes are on fire, his chest strung tight as he waits for Jared’s reaction. Waits for the fist to his jaw, the kick to his ass out onto the gravel lot.
Jared’s hands, those huge meat hooks, reach out and grab Jensen’s knees, tug hard, and knock him to his back. Then Jared's covering him, all meat and bone, pressed in tight. Hard chest, lean hips cut and rub just right.
Jensen moans and his fingers latch onto Jared’s hair, tugging hard with the pain of Jared’s sharp push.
With the twist of his head, Jared grunts, and his hands are tight on the seat leather to lock Jensen in place. He leans in to bite, but holds off. “What d’you want?”
He pushes up and his leg winds around Jared’s thighs. He pulls him closer, denim tight like skin. This is his answer and his question all in one. His hand tightens, tufts of hair spinning ‘round his knuckles, and he smirks, just a flash, but they both know it’s there.
Refuse to ignore it.
Jared’s mouth descends, teeth clanking, and mouth soaked, and tongue thick. Answering Jensen, granting permission, letting this thing go. They jut against each other. A tough stroke of hips and legs and hard cocks. Jensen groans into Jared’s mouth and bites on his tongue. Mumbles, “This all you got?”
It flips the switch.
Jared yanks his hips again, spins him over before wrenching open Jensen’s jeans. “Gonna be fucking cryin’,” he taunts.
Jensen scrambles to his elbows and knees as Jared tugs his legs apart and pants down just far enough to reach inside, under, within. He licks his lips just as he hears Jared lick his fingers.
Jared follows the tease with the quick slink of a middle finger up and in. He winds an elbow around Jensen’s neck, pulls him up, forces him back on his haunches, and works in a dirty finger. His mouth works harder on Jensen’s neck, teeth sliding down to the shoulder. Jensen moves with scrambling fingers and nails to turn and grab Jared, but it’s useless. He’s rendered stationary with two strong hangs anchoring him down.
It’s a fight.
Tight arms and fingers, two in Jensen’s ass, others squeezing his thigh. Jensen relents, not completely, but for the moment. He pushes down, feels Jared’s finger dart higher and harder as they rock together. “Jay, c’mon, man, c’mon,” he grinds out while grinding down. “Come on.”
A filthy chuckle precedes a cruel third finger, twisting and tucking as Jensen’s mind spins out. So far gone, he nearly goes limp, falls into Jared, lets the hand drive him. Lets it be the reason his dick is throbbing, thick and red and leaking against his belly. He touches, fingers fumbling to grab hold.
When his fist tightens and slides, and Jared pushes it away, Jensen turns, shoves Jared back against the door, jumps on top of him. They fight, angry grunts and strong hands. They rip at clothes and slip on damp skin. Jensen smirks, presses his palm into Jared’s throat and his knees around Jared’s hips. “Gimme a second, yeah?”
“Fuck you,” Jared grits out, pushing up and trying to push over, but failing when Jensen slides. Mouth clamping down on the thick muscle of his throat, sucking and biting.
They work together.
Fingers scrabbling with Jared’s pants, feet pushing pants down, lips pressed together, tongues melding. They’re sliding, tight, smooth skin, helped by sweat and warmth. Fused from the waist down as they trip shirts over their heads. Tossed to the ground, and Jensen slips down. His mouth leaves a damp trail over Jared’s skin, licks at the ripples of abdomen and the cut of bone and muscle that gives the right of way right to the center.
Jensen stares as fingers stroke up and down Jared’s dick. He catches Jared’s hazy eyes. One taste drags out a twitch. A smooth lick around the head elicits a groan. And he can’t stop teasing. Jensen grants small, short, grazing touches of his slick mouth. He watches Jared’s every tick. How his neck spins, his fingers curl, his stomach ripples with a tidal wave of muscles.
Jared begs a pained chorus of, “C’mon. Just do it. Suck me down. Suck it down right now.”
He smirks, mouth hanging above the head, heat spiraling over the wet skin.
“Jensen, please. Do it right now. Please.”
One movement is all it takes.
Lips to his groin and tongue laving. Jared groans, he whimpers, as Jensen sucks and licks and bobs. He’s like a machine, popping up noisily before sliding right back down. His mouth is so full.
Jared’s fingers dance over Jensen’s head. They clip hair then slide over and through as his hips kick up, like he can’t decide. Palms press Jensen down and tight as he fucks up. Then they hold softly, they let Jensen work. He runs between the two. Jensen lets him. He waits for Jared to decide. Does he want to drive or be ridden?
The answer’s clear in seconds. Hand groping below the seat and the other tugging under Jensen’s shoulder.
They’re face to face and kissing madly. With fire and slick tongues and rough, bitten lips. Before Jensen knows it, a wet hand is guiding his hip, pulling him up and closer so the other can press right back into his hole. His back arches over as his ass pushes back. Jared’s two fingers, cold and wet, twist and drill right in.
Jensen catches the wet trail over Jared’s chest and sees the bottle below. He chuckles, releasing himself for a moment, easing his muscles and mind. “Like a good boy scout.”
Jared smirks and urges his fingers faster, harder. “Gonna fuck this boy scout.” The fingers force Jensen forward and he bites on that neck again. New teeth marks joining old ones, along the tight muscles and sucking his pulse. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jared panics, his other hand tightening around Jensen’s neck, fixing him there.
It’s a distraction.
Seconds later, Jared’s palms are pressing him down then lining up and filling. It’s not a smooth slide, but it’s fast and tears Jensen from the inside out with a painful shout. It’s meant to be painful, and Jared smirks, tugging Jensen down as he thrusts up.
Jensen shouts again, angry this time. His hands are hard and tight around Jared’s biceps as they pin him down. He stares down and pants as they still. He grunts, “Don’t fucking move.”
He tries to. But then Jensen is shifting with knees hard in the seat and feet curling around Jared’s shins to pull his legs wider. It’s restricting and Jensen’s amused. He’s smirking and then he’s moving.
Riding and driving.
He’s steering, leading, and forcing this. His hands and feet are tucked in tight to keep Jared still as he slides up and back down. Up and back down, filling himself with Jared’s cock. He moves fast, and hard, dragging out moan after moan, forcing Jared’s mouth open with his tongue, swallowing down every sound.
Jensen arches, back near to the ceiling and his head down on Jared’s chest. He keeps going, keeps sliding, changing angles. Jared can only reach his elbows and the touch of fingers shocks Jensen. It grounds him back down to Jared. Not just the sex and the pulse, but the nearly heavy lids barely covering his intense stare. Parted lips and heavy panting. Jensen stalls. All but stops his movements, staring down onto Jared. He pulls up and back then over. He grabs the bottle of lube without a word, soaking his fingers and piercing Jared.
“God, fuck,” Jared whimpers. “What’re you doing?”
He smirks. “Tryin’ to kill you.”
As his fingers splice and jab, Jared groans in pain but he’s moving. He’s pushing right back into Jensen’s hand, taking all that Jensen gives him. Which goes on to a quick slide, a thick push as Jensen pushes right in.
It doesn’t last long.
Jensen moves in and Jared moves down. They’re fast and ugly and loud. Jensen clamps down on Jared’s slim waist so he can pound harder, quicker, getting rougher as the heat slinks up his spine, curls right back down and settles in his belly. “Fuck, Jared,” he pants. “I’m gonna … gonna come.” His head drops and his hips stutter, but he keeps going.
Jared tries harder and squeezes tight on every muscle. The fingers that grab Jensen’s arms and the legs around his waist and the hole sliding over Jensen. Jensen curses on the sensations, and Jared smirks, squeezes again.
They move together for the final moments.
Jensen fumbles around Jared’s dick, but the fist grips and yanks as they keep going. He moves back to the neck, marring the other side, refusing to leave it be. Seconds later, he falters and tenses as he comes and empties into Jared.
The hot press inside tips Jared over, and he gives a withered Fuck as everything tightens then loosens and he spills between them, sticky and hot.
Jensen sucks, this time lightly, at Jared’s throat. He feels the pulse pound over his tongue.
Jared’s fingers scrape into Jensen’s scalp before moving down to his neck and digging in. “You gotta stop that.”
He shifts up, sucking at Jared's chin and clacking his jaw open and shut in jest. He smiles at Jared’s dark chuckle, even while slipping out and away from him. They each drag clothes into place, sneaking glances and smiles. Jensen’s arm reaches out far to right his sleeve and Jared balks. Then his eyes catch in the rear view mirror.
It ain’t pretty.
He takes in each bite and bruise, feels the sting of Jensen’s teeth, the tug of his control. When Jared drags a finger over the marks, want pools in Jensen’s belly once again. Jensen reaches, thumb and forefinger teasing the skin. Jared flinches, shifts away, but there’s a tiny curl to his lips and Jensen squeezes again.
The whole ride home.