Always a Cowboy - Interlude for YFTB
Title : Always a Cowboy
Rating : NC-17
Pairing : Jensen/Jared.
Word Count : Just under 1k.
Summary : An interlude of sorts to You Forget To Breathe.
Notes : For spnchallenges. A J2 take on the movie/book Twilight. Can be read as stand alone - Just note that Jensen is a vampire... and therefore has no gag reflex.
Disclaimer : Don't own. Even a bit.
It's like any other morning. The sun is shining low in the sky, but the windows are covered with a layer of cold. Each day is getting warmer, but it's still not Texas, and not even the thick quilt can shield him from the cold radiating off of Jensen.
“Did I ever tell you how ridiculously hot you look in the morning?” Jensen's voice is deep in Jared's ear, the heat of the whisper burning inside Jared's gut.
“Mmn, only every morning.”
Jared's still half asleep, but the lips pressing against his neck are slowly bringing him to a stark wake. Jensen's petting his naked stomach, fingers crawling down across firm muscles and sliding into the path of hair at his groin. He's sure Jensen can feel the erratic pump of his blood, boiling through his veins.
Over the time they've spent together Jared has learned of Jensen's keen taste for playing the tease. He'll pet harder and lower, but stop just above where Jared's engorged cock hangs, thick and hard between his toned thighs.
The blanket is pulled back, and Jared twitches at the cold of the room, his body pulling inwards against the bed. Jensen's fingers move then, slowly downward, until finally they're wrapped around Jared's cock and pulling.
Jensen's got a burning look, and it doesn't take a glance to him for Jared to know that he's eyeing Jared up and down. Like a puppet, Jared's body moves between those eyes, arching up in the heated exchange.
“I fucking love your cock, Jay.”
He thinks of telling Jensen that it likes him too, but that much is obvious as Jensen pumps him roughly, and pre-come drips down with slow beads. Jensen's other hand drags through Jared's hair, pulling the strands back from the sweat coated skin at Jared's forehead.
He turns, glancing towards his lover as Jensen wipes his thumb against the slit of his cock. “Oh fuck, Jen.” Jared's panting, his breathe heavy in his lungs as Jensen brings their lips together and kisses him like he means it.
Jensen's the most gentle person, let alone vampire, that Jared knows. But when they're like this, Jensen can be like a light switch. Dominant and rough, but always careful not to hurt Jared.
The best thing about it though is how fucking good Jensen is at playing master. His words are heavy like rocks and so husky that Jared wants to feel them against his cock, find out what it feels like to have fuck rolled against vein and flushed skin.
“Tell me what you want, Jared.” It's a demand and Jared'll be damned if he can manage to spit out any actual words besides 'god' and 'more'.
“Fuck,” Jared chokes on his words, rolling his hips into the hand of his god. “I want to - I need to fuck your mouth.”
Jensen chuckles, so low in his ear that Jared thinks he might come right then.
“I spoil you.” Jensen lays against the bed, his eyes half open and piercing straight into Jared as he rises to his knees.
His legs shake as he crawls slowly up Jensen's body, his cock dragging down against Jensen's cold stomach, a shock going through his entire body at the touch.
By the time he reaches Jensen's face he's strung so high he doesn't know which way is down, but with cold hands at his hips he's dragged downward into Jensen's mouth. He screams, fully seated and practically touching the back of Jensen's throat. Then Jensen fucking breathes. It's deliberate, and so hot.
Jared moves, Jensen's lips wrapped tightly around his cock as he drags it out and thrusts back in with a force that rocks the bed. His fingers grip the headboard, curled so tight they turn white, and with every thrust he's deeper and deeper in Jensen, moaning his name like whiskey pouring from his swollen lips.
It's borderline violent, but Jensen's not breakable, and Jared knows he's getting off on looking up at Jared fucking his face, riding it like some kind of animal. Jared's so close to the edge, and the bed crashes into the wall with his roll forward as he swirls his hips in a dizzying circle.
“Oh... Oh, Jensen.”
Jared makes the mistake of looking down, at those eyes that are dark with a different kind of hunger, and the heat shoots through his body. He pushes up, and grinds downwards, his scream mixing with the sound of something cracking.
His body falls impossibly hard in the middle of his next reach for Heaven, and it's not him that's pushing him down but the crash of a bed causing him to practically bounce against Jensen's cum slicked lips.
The wooden frame is at an awkward tilt, but Jensen's holding Jared in place and not even a broken bed is going to keep him from letting the heat built up inside escape. His face is twisted, and Jared's not sure if Jensen finds him or the broken bed funny, but he fucking laughs. A vibration shoots up, and Jared's shooting out into that throat that he swears is still rocking with laughter.
He rides it out, sweat dripping from his skin, and it's not the fact that he's tired that makes it hard to climb off of Jensen's well-fucked face.
“You bastard,” Jared pants as he rolls onto his back. “You broke my bed.”
Jensen's snickering lightly as he licks his lips. “Next time warn me before you decide to make me your horse, cowboy.”
Rating : NC-17
Pairing : Jensen/Jared.
Word Count : Just under 1k.
Summary : An interlude of sorts to You Forget To Breathe.
Notes : For spnchallenges. A J2 take on the movie/book Twilight. Can be read as stand alone - Just note that Jensen is a vampire... and therefore has no gag reflex.
Disclaimer : Don't own. Even a bit.
It's like any other morning. The sun is shining low in the sky, but the windows are covered with a layer of cold. Each day is getting warmer, but it's still not Texas, and not even the thick quilt can shield him from the cold radiating off of Jensen.
“Did I ever tell you how ridiculously hot you look in the morning?” Jensen's voice is deep in Jared's ear, the heat of the whisper burning inside Jared's gut.
“Mmn, only every morning.”
Jared's still half asleep, but the lips pressing against his neck are slowly bringing him to a stark wake. Jensen's petting his naked stomach, fingers crawling down across firm muscles and sliding into the path of hair at his groin. He's sure Jensen can feel the erratic pump of his blood, boiling through his veins.
Over the time they've spent together Jared has learned of Jensen's keen taste for playing the tease. He'll pet harder and lower, but stop just above where Jared's engorged cock hangs, thick and hard between his toned thighs.
The blanket is pulled back, and Jared twitches at the cold of the room, his body pulling inwards against the bed. Jensen's fingers move then, slowly downward, until finally they're wrapped around Jared's cock and pulling.
Jensen's got a burning look, and it doesn't take a glance to him for Jared to know that he's eyeing Jared up and down. Like a puppet, Jared's body moves between those eyes, arching up in the heated exchange.
“I fucking love your cock, Jay.”
He thinks of telling Jensen that it likes him too, but that much is obvious as Jensen pumps him roughly, and pre-come drips down with slow beads. Jensen's other hand drags through Jared's hair, pulling the strands back from the sweat coated skin at Jared's forehead.
He turns, glancing towards his lover as Jensen wipes his thumb against the slit of his cock. “Oh fuck, Jen.” Jared's panting, his breathe heavy in his lungs as Jensen brings their lips together and kisses him like he means it.
Jensen's the most gentle person, let alone vampire, that Jared knows. But when they're like this, Jensen can be like a light switch. Dominant and rough, but always careful not to hurt Jared.
The best thing about it though is how fucking good Jensen is at playing master. His words are heavy like rocks and so husky that Jared wants to feel them against his cock, find out what it feels like to have fuck rolled against vein and flushed skin.
“Tell me what you want, Jared.” It's a demand and Jared'll be damned if he can manage to spit out any actual words besides 'god' and 'more'.
“Fuck,” Jared chokes on his words, rolling his hips into the hand of his god. “I want to - I need to fuck your mouth.”
Jensen chuckles, so low in his ear that Jared thinks he might come right then.
“I spoil you.” Jensen lays against the bed, his eyes half open and piercing straight into Jared as he rises to his knees.
His legs shake as he crawls slowly up Jensen's body, his cock dragging down against Jensen's cold stomach, a shock going through his entire body at the touch.
By the time he reaches Jensen's face he's strung so high he doesn't know which way is down, but with cold hands at his hips he's dragged downward into Jensen's mouth. He screams, fully seated and practically touching the back of Jensen's throat. Then Jensen fucking breathes. It's deliberate, and so hot.
Jared moves, Jensen's lips wrapped tightly around his cock as he drags it out and thrusts back in with a force that rocks the bed. His fingers grip the headboard, curled so tight they turn white, and with every thrust he's deeper and deeper in Jensen, moaning his name like whiskey pouring from his swollen lips.
It's borderline violent, but Jensen's not breakable, and Jared knows he's getting off on looking up at Jared fucking his face, riding it like some kind of animal. Jared's so close to the edge, and the bed crashes into the wall with his roll forward as he swirls his hips in a dizzying circle.
“Oh... Oh, Jensen.”
Jared makes the mistake of looking down, at those eyes that are dark with a different kind of hunger, and the heat shoots through his body. He pushes up, and grinds downwards, his scream mixing with the sound of something cracking.
His body falls impossibly hard in the middle of his next reach for Heaven, and it's not him that's pushing him down but the crash of a bed causing him to practically bounce against Jensen's cum slicked lips.
The wooden frame is at an awkward tilt, but Jensen's holding Jared in place and not even a broken bed is going to keep him from letting the heat built up inside escape. His face is twisted, and Jared's not sure if Jensen finds him or the broken bed funny, but he fucking laughs. A vibration shoots up, and Jared's shooting out into that throat that he swears is still rocking with laughter.
He rides it out, sweat dripping from his skin, and it's not the fact that he's tired that makes it hard to climb off of Jensen's well-fucked face.
“You bastard,” Jared pants as he rolls onto his back. “You broke my bed.”
Jensen's snickering lightly as he licks his lips. “Next time warn me before you decide to make me your horse, cowboy.”