Everybody Loves Jared
*takes deep breath* So, uh...I decided to post this. Now pardon me, I'll be over in the corner freaking out.
Title: Everybody Loves Jared
Rating: NC-17 to the nth degree
Pairings: Jared/Jensen, Jared/Misha, Jensen/Misha, Jensen/Jared/Misha, Tom/Jared/Justin, Tom/Justin, Jared/Chad, Chris/Jared/Steve, Chris/Steve
Disclaimer: Soooooo very not real.
Warning: Major PWP. Double penetration, facials, rimming, felching/come swapping, orgasm denial via cock ring, oodles and oodles of unprotected sex. (This is a world sans STDs, k?)
Note: Written for the bottom_sammy Jared Padalecki Gloryhole Challenge, prompt: gangbang
He arrives at the party well after it has begun. It takes a couple of questions and more than a few wrong answers before he’s able to track down where Jared’s disappeared to.
The guest house is set back behind the pool and it seems dark, vacant. Only when he lets himself inside does he see a faint trace of light coming from the back bedroom. He doesn’t even know whose place this is - some agent, some society girl, he doesn’t much care - but he can’t help thinking that it’s so L.A. of Jared to just borrow a room and make himself right at home.
Jared’s L.A. in the sense of sunshine and never-ending summers and long stretches of beach and beautiful waves, but he’s never been L.A. like this, so Jensen’s going to have to rib him for it when they get back to the cold of Vancouver.
He runs his hand along the wall as he walks down the long darkened hallway toward the bedroom; the paint is cool and smooth underneath his palm. He’s bristling with anticipation.
Jensen doesn't know what waits for him beyond that door, but he knows that tonight is going to change things, some way or another, forever. He'd never really considered Jared an option until he’d accidentally walked in on Jared and Misha kissing last week. Not that the thought of Jared like that hadn’t crossed his mind; he’d just never entertained it as a reality, an actual possibility.
When he’d stumbled across them, Misha’s tongue in Jared’s mouth and his hand down the front of Jared’s jeans, Jared hadn’t looked at him with surprise or embarrassment, but with desire. His look had been an open invitation.
As Jensen gets closer to the bedroom now, he hears the unmistakable noises of sex. Nothing crazy, nothing obviously or cheesily pornographic, but the occasional delicious moan, strangled gasp, squeak of a bed spring. Someone groans Yes and it’s not a voice that Jensen recognizes.
He's listened to Jared before, even if he won't admit it. Living in the same house, it gave him too many chances to pretend that it couldn't be helped. But he's never heard Misha, so he supposes that the breathy exclamations now emanating through the wall must be coming from Jared's new lover.
He pushes open the bedroom door slowly and steps inside, unsure and anxious but too excited to care.
All the lights in the room are on and it’s bright but warm, even and enveloping glow, yellow-gold spilling everywhere. It only takes a second for his eyes to adjust. His heart jumps into his throat and his stomach bottoms out when he takes in the tableaux before him.
Jared is splayed out his back on the king size bed, perfect body arching in pleasure, long, thick cock jutting up from between his thighs, straining just the way that every other inch of Jared is stretching against the cream-colored bedspread. Christian Kane - one of his best friends, not Jared’s - is kneeling at the end of the bed, thrusting deep into Jared's yearning body. He’s between Jared’s widely spread legs, guitar-worn hands pushing Jared’s powerful thighs further apart with every sharp snap of his hips.
Chris is fucking Jared and he’s fucking him hard, and Jensen’s sure Jared would be crying out (in pain or pleasure, he’s not sure) if not for his mouth being stuffed full of Steve’s rock hard dick. Steve is straddling Jared’s broad chest and feeding Jared his cock, pushing in, pulling out, again and again. Jared is taking it eagerly, eyes clamped tight in pleasure and cheeks flushed warm with desire.
He's beyond gorgeous, mind-blowingly beautiful, and Jensen can't even begin to entirely fathom the full breadth of this scene playing out before him. There's a pang of jealousy, more than a bit of shock, but the want is what overwhelms him, pushes everything else out.
Jensen freezes where he is, half in the doorway, half out. His mind is reeling at the sight of Jared being taken at both ends, by two of his own friends, no less. Someone sets a hand on his shoulder, firm but gentle, and he manages to wrench his eyes away from the intoxicating tangle of hard bodies.
He blinks once or twice before Misha’s deep blue eyes come entirely into focus, his face soft with understanding but his pupils blown dark and wide. Jensen glances back toward the bed, confused, and can’t look away again.
He knew Jared had become close with his friends, but not that close. Not that…Jensen loses his train of thought as Chris wraps a hand around Jared’s throbbing length and Jensen realizes that he’s tightening the cock ring at Jared’s base. Jared groans, Chris swears, and Steve throws his head back; Jared must be relieving the extra pressure by sucking all that much harder on Steve's cock as it slips, so slick, against his lips, down his throat. God. This shouldn’t be that hot.
He can’t tear his eyes from the sight of Jared being filled like this, touched like this.
“It’s fine,” Misha says quietly and takes Jensen’s wrist, pulls him that final step inside the room. He closes the door with a quiet click and locks it. “He’s been asking where you were.”
“I…I was running late, I…” Jensen stops, wondering why he’s explaining himself. His eyes go wide as he finally manages to pull his gaze from Jared’s glistening skin, sweat-dampened brow and he realizes that the room is far more crowded than he realized.
Tom Welling and Justin Hartley are half-naked on the couch by the window, shirts off and jeans unbuttoned, unzipped. They’re mussed and sweaty and have obviously been going at it for awhile, just enough to get thoroughly worked up. They’re rubbing against each other but aren’t going any further.
Jensen knows instantly what they’re waiting for. Their turn.
Chad, who Jensen always refers to in his head as Jared’s old best friend (not that he’s competitive or possessive, because he’s not), is fully clothed - loose t-shirt, loose jeans - and leaning against the wall opposite the bed. Chad’s dirty blonde hair is wild; his eyes even more so. He’s chewing on the tip of his thumb, playing with the ring around his finger, gaze fixed on Jared as he writhes on the mattress, staring at him like there's absolutely no one else of consequence in the room.
Jensen knows everyone thinks of Chad as the scoundrel playboy, all screw-ups and good times, nearly bordering on neanderthal, but Jensen knows that there’s another side to him. The side that aims for something more, wants to write, wants to direct, wants to be taken seriously. That’s the side that’s always wanted Jared, the side that’s gazing at Jared now like he’d give anything to be the one inside him.
Jensen recognizes this in Chad because he has that side himself. Outwardly, their behavior is as different as night and day, but inwardly, they’ve both been broadsided by wanting their best friend in a way they probably shouldn’t.
Steve is grunting with every thrust now, trying to hold back the battering assault of his oncoming orgasm, and Jared’s hands firmly grip his hips, fingers brushing the top curve of his ass. There will be bruises tomorrow and Jensen wishes Jared were marking him like that, hard enough to hurt.
Chris' eyes are closed, not able to handle both the sight and sound and feel of Jared; it's too much to take in and not lose control. His hands run continuously over Jared's thighs, his hips, his lower stomach, never ceasing in touching Jared's golden skin for even a moment. He strokes the angry flesh of Jared's aching dick and Jared groans, pushing up off the bed and clenching around Chris inside of him.
“Oh, Jared, fuck,” Chris suddenly gasps out, body stuttering, tightening all over, and Jensen knows he’s coming. Chris clutches Jared’s waist, thrusts erratic, and Jared lifts his hips eagerly to meet him, wanting more, begging for it. The sounds from the bed get wetter, sloppier, and Chris rides it out for a god damn long time; Jared must be filled with Chris’ come because Chris' orgasm never seems to end.
From the sounds Jared is making, frustrated and pained and far beyond aroused, Jensen knows that Jared would give anything to be allowed to come himself. Jared lifts his head from the pillow and works on Steve even more enthusiastically than before, having to release that pent up need somehow. Steve grasps Jared’s head with first one hand and then the other, switching restlessly, desperate, trying hard not to simply grab Jared’s hair and fuck relentlessly into Jared's mouth the way he clearly wants to.
Chris pulls out of Jared, strands of come struggling to still link them together; Jensen wants to lick it, taste it, tongue Jared clean. He unconsciously licks his lips, shifts his stance, spreading his legs a little wider.
Chris climbs up the length of Jared’s long body and presses up behind Steve, wrapping his arms around him. They’re both so stocky and solid that it makes the lean length of Jared that stretches out underneath them seem all the taller. Jared’s cock rests hard and heavy up against his stomach, ignored, as Chris slides a hand over Steve’s hips, down along the crease of his thigh, and feels for the heavy sac of his balls. He gives them an urgent but careful squeeze, whispers something into Steve's ear.
Steve explodes into Jared’s mouth with an almost surprised shout, sounding hoarse and dry. He might have problems singing tomorrow; Jensen imagines Jared might not have it so easy talking either, with his throat surely fucked raw by now.
The whole pace of the room seems to wind down then as Steve finishes, pumping first fast and then slowing a little bit at a time, like the slow wind down of a carousel, up and down, up and down until barely moving. The three of them all stop so gently that it hardly feels like a cessation at all, but instead more of a gentle and careful easing down.
Chris draws Steve’s spent cock out from Jared’s mouth, his length wet and limp and shining. Jared’s lips are swollen and red; some of Steve’s come drips to his chin as Steve pulls away and no one does anything to clean it away. Jared swallows once, hard, then thumps his head back down onto the pillow and gulps in a deep breath. Chris and Steve climb off of Jared together as one and Jared's left to close his eyes, still struggling for air, grasping to get a hold of himself.
Jensen wants to go over there and set him free, let him come, but he knows that if that’s what Jared wanted, he would be doing it himself. Instead Jared tucks his arms back underneath his pillow, the muscles in his chest flexing and his stomach straining. It only makes him that much more appealing, his body on display like he wants someone to come over and run their hands over every bare inch.
Chris leads Steve toward the bathroom that’s just off the bedroom, hands at each other’s waists as if trying to keep one another upright. Chris sees Jensen, nods his head, and all Jensen can do is nod back, stupefied. That’s the acknowledgment he gets? Chris and Steve and Jared and that’s it?
He stares as the bathroom light flicks on and Steve leans into Chris, kissing him. Whether they’re going to go another round or get cleaned up, Jensen can’t tell. They don’t bother to push the door closed, so he’ll evidently get to find out.
Misha shifts beside him and Jensen looks to the door, considering leaving, but then he looks back at Jared.
He shouldn’t have done that.
Jared turns his head to the side, flushed cheek pressed against the white pillow, looking perfectly debauched. His eyes meet Jensen’s across the room.
Jensen starts like he’s been caught and comes crashing back down to reality. He should not be here. He doesn’t want to be seeing this.
He doesn’t want to watch Jared be passed around among his close friends like some kind of toy.
Or maybe part of him does.
Okay, part of him definitely does, but that doesn’t mean he’s okay with it.
Misha is leaning close, chest against Jensen’s shoulder, lips brushing his ear. Jensen can smell his cologne.
“It’s what he wants, Jen. It’s what he needs.”
Jared is still looking at him, some kind of faint, happy smile playing at his lips like he wants to express something but is too fucked out and delirious to manage it properly.
Jensen knows he must look like an idiot; his eyes nearly ache from being so damned wide and his jaw hurts from being dropped for so long. He feels like a scared animal trapped in the headlights of oncoming traffic. On an eight-lane expressway. There’s not a damn place to turn.
He just keeps staring until something finally intervenes.
Tom and Justin have disentangled from one another and are circling both sides of the bed, hunger in their eyes. They're both out and hard, ready to take Jared any way he wants it. Jared looks away, attention diverted as Justin leans down, blocking Jensen’s view for a moment as he whispers something in Jared’s ear.
Then Jared is sitting up, sitting in front of Justin, his long legs on either side of Justin’s body, feet coming down to hit the floor. His face must be even with Justin’s cock, even though all Jensen can see from here is Justin’s tight ass perfectly accented by his designer jeans. Jared’s large hands find Justin’s slim bare hips just above the waistline of his denims.
Jared swallows Justin down. He has to have, if the way Tom’s eyes widen and his hand flies to his own cock is any indication. Justin’s long graceful neck arches as his head drops back in pleasure, then relaxes as he drops his head forward again, evidently wanting to watch Jared working over his hard length. Jensen can only imagine what that looks like, looking down and finding Jared’s mouth expertly sucking his dick.
He has imagined that. Many times.
Jensen takes a step to the side, bumping into Misha. He wants to see too, god help him. He can't help himself.
Misha sets a hand on Jensen’s shoulder and before Jensen knows what’s happening, Misha’s guiding him to the couch in the corner of the room that Tom and Justin were just using.
He’s sitting down now, and at this angle he can see everything.
He can watch as Tom lies down on the bed; as Justin pulls out of Jared’s mouth with an obscene pop. He can stare openly as they both strip themselves of their jeans, Justin pulling his off first - perfect, tight ass - and then he peels Tom's down his legs like he's a present to be unwrapped for Jared's eager gaze. Justin guides Jared right where he wants him, straddling Tom's waist.
Jensen can see every last inch of Tom’s swollen dick sliding inch by inch into Jared’s willing, stretched hole, Jared taking him down so easily, so wantonly. Jared lets out a satisfied groan as their bodies rest flush together.
He rocks once, almost experimentally, and slowly, so slowly, builds up to a faster pace. Jensen watches the muscles in Jared's back shift, his arms flex. He can't even find words to describe how much he wants to touch him.
Tom is on the brink almost from the get-go, his blue eyes wide and breathless moans wracking his body. He stares up at Jared like he can't really believe this is happening; Jensen certainly knows the feeling.
Justin pushes up behind Jared, cock riding between his cheeks, tip painting his lower back with pre-come, white-hot and wet against deeply tanned skin. He's whispering a steady stream of filth as pulls back a little, tilts his head down to watch Tom fuck into Jared, feels his own cock riding against Jared's ass.
"God, Jay...such a slut for it..." Justin moves close again, lets his hands roam freely over the front of Jared's body. His fingernails dig into the spaces between muscle and bone.
It only makes Jared ride Tom harder, a fine sweat breaking out over every inch of his body. That perfectly carved set of stomach muscles clench and flex in his exertion; his cock, colored so dark and filled so thick with blood, bobs up against his abs with every rocking motion. He and Tom are both angling to hit just that right spot inside him and are succeeding remarkably well if Jared’s rapturous groans are anything to go by. He’s much louder than before, doing the fucking even though he’s technically the one being fucked.
They're all a perfect match of sinew and muscle, their bodies almost too beautiful as they work together. They’re built like gods, both perfectly sculpted like a Greek Adonis, so gorgeous, too gorgeous. Jensen wants to lick every line of Jared’s body, find out where every cut of muscle leads. Jared leans a little forward, his hands sliding over Tom’s chest, his throat, thumbs pushing past Tom’s pouty, full lips. Tom sucks, tongue licking around them, and Jared lets out this heavenly sigh.
Justin pulls away for a second and reaches for something out of Jensen's sight. He re-positions himself behind Jared, holding his own cock firmly, with definite purpose. And even though Justin takes his time to do it, squeezes lube all over himself and Jared and even Tom before working slowly in, Jensen doesn’t really understand what’s happening until Jared and Tom and Justin all suddenly stop, Jared swearing and Justin soothingly asking Jared if it’s okay to move yet. It’s not real, it’s not possible, until he’s sure his eyes aren’t deceiving him.
“Holy motherfucking-“ Jensen’s whole body tightens and his cock surges, his jeans beyond the point of uncomfortable. The metal zipper has been digging in for a long while now; he’s sure the outline of it is imprinted on his skin even through the cotton layer of his boxers.
When Misha reaches over and unzips him, he doesn’t protest. It feels too damn good to pretend he's not dying for it.
“Is he really…?” Jensen can see it with his own two eyes but he can’t really believe that both Justin and Tom are penetrating Jared now, splitting him wide open and fucking him deep.
Misha strokes him through his underwear, nodding against his skin when he kisses Jensen’s throat. Jensen wants him to keep going, get him off before he explodes out of his skin.
God, he wishes it were him plunging deep inside Jared right now, feeling that tight heat, making Jared moan. He wants to be the only one.
Jensen reaches down and stills Misha’s hand, pulling it away. Misha meets his questioning gaze.
“Why now?” Jensen asks, a bit brokenly. “Almost four years. I thought I knew Jay like the back of my hand. But this…”
Jensen looks back to Jared and the tangle of limbs and the press of flesh and the noises and the musky smell of pure sex in the air…it’s too much. He closes his eyes, nearly coming as he hears Jared panting out harder, harder, pleading and begging for more.
“He didn’t think you’d want to know. He needs so much, Jensen…wants to be loved, feel love, give love…” Misha moves closer, moves his hand right back where it’d been moments before, except this time he pushes harder. “He’s ready to burst with it, sometimes…”
“And you know so much.” Jensen steels himself against Misha’s touch. He feels a little hurt; Misha’s telling him about Jared. How did this even happen?
“You knew too, deep down.” Misha states. He slides his hand up under Jensen’s t-shirt, an almost comforting hand on Jensen’s trembling stomach. Jensen raises an eyebrow, forcing his eyes back open. “You walked into this room. You saw what was going on. You didn’t leave. You’re not even really that surprised. And you want it too.”
Jensen chokes back a little sob as Misha’s fingers dip past the elastic of his boxers and twine their way down to find his insistent erection.
He blinks, trying to keep everything held back as Misha starts to stroke him. He looks away from the bed, away from Jared and the two men so thoroughly pleasuring him. In the bathroom, Steve has Chris pinned up against the sink, rocking into him at a leisurely pace. Jensen can see their reflections in the mirror better than he can actually see them. The shower is running and steam is wafting around them, but they apparently got distracted before making it into the stall.
Jensen looks away; they're obviously not concerned with keeping it private, but it feels private just the same.
“Jared wants something he never thought he could have,” Misha murmurs. "I guess it takes more than one person to make up for not having it."
Jensen knows what he’s saying. He wants to tell Jared right now that he can have it - why else would he be here? But it seems a little late for that. The bed only seems to be getting more crowded.
Chad is stripping off his t-shirt, stepping toward the tangle of three men on the mattress. He’s lean like Jared but seems so much smaller, thinner. Jared could pin him to the wall with one hand if he wanted to. Lift Chad up and get his legs wrapped around his waist, hold him there with just the force of his thrusting hips. Maybe he has. Whatever this all is, it’s certainly not the first time it’s happening.
Chad climbs onto the bed with a look of determination and frustration on his face. Jared seems completely gone, riding on some kind of high and acting on instinct alone. Jensen can’t tell if it’s sweat or tears running down his face, but he’s so incredibly hard that Jensen knows it has to hurt.
Chad kneels on either side of Tom’s body and leans forward, wrapping his lips around the tip of Jared’s rigid cock.
“God fuck!” Jared shouts, the first really articulate thing Jensen’s heard him shout since arriving. He grips Chad’s hair, hard, and wrenches him back, hissing like that’s all finally too much. “Oh fuck, please…”
“Chad…” Tom groans, like having his view blocked of the action isn’t what’s supposed to be happening, like he's broken some unspoken rule.
“Come on me, Jay. Come all over me,” Chad begs and reaches down Jared’s length with a shaking hand, releases the pressure of the cock ring. Jared explodes instantly, coming in wild jets all over Chad’s face. He streaks over Chad’s cheeks, his neck, creaming over Chad’s lips and chin, spilling between Chad's fingers as pumps through Chad's tight fist. It’s intense and Jared's spurting impossibly more, moaning in sweet release, when Justin loses control and brings Tom along with him.
“Oh jesus,” Justin cries out, clutching Jared so hard his knuckles turn white. It’s like a perfect storm of orgasmic bliss, wave after wave crashing over all three of them while Chad keeping pumping Jared, stroking him through it, wanting more of what Jared has to give even though his face is dripping with it.
Jared collapses, loose-limbed, toward Chad, heavy arms hanging on Chad’s shoulders as Justin and Tom gasp out their last. Chad smoothes Jared’s sweaty hair back from his forehead and murmurs something to him as Justin pulls out and sinks, weakly, at the foot of the bed. Jared winces a little, and Jensen can certainly understand why.
After a few minutes pass, together Justin and Chad help lift Jared off of Tom’s cock. They lay Jared down carefully, hands lingering lovingly over Jared’s warm skin.
Tom says something to Chad that Jensen can’t hear and they nod before Tom gives the bed over to Chad. Justin and Tom shakily come back over the couch, satisfied smiles on their sleepy faces. Justin surprises Jensen by reaching out and running a hand through his hair, not waiting for permission.
“Jen…good to see you here,” Justin says. Tom nods, clapping a hand on Jensen's knee as his sits down next to him.
Misha gets up and Justin takes his seat. Jensen instantly feels uncomfortable. These guys were - are - his friends and now they’re sitting beside him, completely naked while he’s fully clothed, his hard-on pushing against the constraint of his boxers, and he just watched them have sex.
With Jared.
At the same time.
Justin chuckles at his unease and presses a quick peck to his cheek.
“What’s a little sex between friends?” He comments casually. Jensen has many answers to that question and none of them seem as easy as Justin thinks them to be.
"Jared is unbelievable." Justin leans back against the sofa, adjusting his body. His dick, still a little hard, falls against his thigh and Jensen can't help but glance at its dampness, its shine, sheen of lube still there on Justin's skin.
He has the sudden urge to sink to his knees and suck Justin down, just to see if he can find the taste of Jared lingering there. He wonders what Jared would think if he looked over and saw his head bobbing between Justin's thighs, but Jared is already otherwise occupied.
Chad has his jeans haphazardly shoved down past his hips and he’s laying beside Jared on the bed.
They’re not doing anything more than kissing. Lazily, quietly, softly. All tongue, sloppy, sated. Jared is cradling Chad's face in his palms, thumbs rubbing small circles in the remnants of his own come left on Chad's cheeks.
Occasionally he moves his mouth from Chad's, pausing to lick his skin clean. Chad’s taking it easy on Jared in return, bringing himself off with one hand while the other tangles in Jared’s messy, gorgeous bed-ruffled hair.
Jared smiles into each kiss, enjoying the softness, the simplicity. To Jensen it's just as sexy as all that's come before, somehow more intimate even though no one's bodies are joined. Chad whimpers quietly against Jared's lips; Jared angles in deeper. Jensen can see his tongue moving, swirling, pushing deep into the well of Chad's mouth.
Jared eventually reaches down and covers Chad’s hand with his, helps him finish with a couple of firm, knowing strokes. Chad pulls his head back and lets out a beautiful gasp, looking down to watch his release seep over Jared's long, dexterous fingers. Jared holds him longer after he's gone soft. The moment seems like the calm after a storm, the instant when sun peeks out from between the thunder clouds.
He and Jared kiss one last time and then Chad drifts away. He zips up his jeans, finds his shirt, and heads for the door. He’s the first one to actually leave and Jensen doesn’t miss the pointed look that Chad shoots in his direction before the door closes.
Jared lies back on the bed, wet hand resting on his flat stomach. He's sexed out, dirtied with other men's come, body worked open and used, and Jensen has never seen anyone look more beautiful.
Misha must have been right. This must be what Jared needs.
Misha is back in front of him then. Some time while Chad and Jared were together, Misha had dropped all of his clothes into a pile on the floor, and now he pulls Jensen to his feet, leads him toward the bed. Justin and Tom move closer together, filling the space Jensen left behind.
He's led to the foot of the bed. Jensen knows what this means and he doesn’t know if he can do it. He's never wanted anyone more, but he doesn’t know if he can be just another person in the long line of people to use Jared’s body tonight.
He doesn't know how Jared can even take it, and he doesn't want to be the one to hurt him, to take it too far.
He doesn't want to regret this tomorrow.
Jared looks up at him with a small smile on his face. The brief respite with Chad seems to have given him time to come back into himself, get his bearings, catch his breath. His eyes are clear now, his breathing steady.
“I’m all right, Jen.” Jared assures him. He absently strokes his hand down the light trail of hair leading down his lower abs, fingers brushing toward his cock. He shifts a little against the pillows, getting comfortable, and Jensen is sure then that he'll never be able to say no to this. Not to Jared.
Jensen stands still and lets Misha undress him. Arms up, shirt over the head. Jeans down, Jensen obligingly steps out of them. Jared doesn’t take his eyes off of Jensen the whole time, and Jensen doesn’t look away.
He continues to let Misha arrange him like a rag doll, following his lead. Jared moves down the bed and Jensen is momentarily confused, wondering where Jared is going. But Misha directs him to sit up against the headboard and he does it without questioning why.
He gets his answer when Jared settles in, back against Jensen’s chest, head resting on Jensen’s shoulder. He’s warm, so warm, heavy and real against Jensen’s body. He can feel Jared’s heart beating. He breathes Jared in, can’t get enough.
He wraps his arms around Jared loosely, hands on his stomach. He tries to stay in the moment, stay calm and steady, reminds himself not to panic. Jared feels so good, he doesn’t want to think about anything or anyone else.
Misha gets onto the bed, mattress shifting with his weight. He gently wraps his hands around Jared’s ankles, bending Jared's knees up and planting his feet wide apart, spreading Jared wide open.
Misha gestures for Jensen to hand him a pillow and Jensen obliges wordlessly. Misha lifts Jared’s hips and rearranges him carefully, angling his lower body upwards just enough to let him better get at what he wants.
“Jared…” Misha almost sighs, his eyes drinking the sight of Jared in hungrily. His fingers brush Jared’s abused entrance and Jensen feels Jared tense in his arms. He places a kiss to Jared’s temple instinctively and holds him a bit tighter. Misha whispers that it's okay.
Misha massages the tender flesh slowly, carefully, placing gentle kisses along Jared’s thighs, licking away the traces of drying come lingering on his skin. Jared relaxes, lines of discomfort that were creasing his forehead slowly easing away. He closes his eyes and lets Misha take control, whimpering every so often when Misha adds a finger, finds that amazing spot inside of his slick body. Jensen doesn’t know how long he touches Jared like that; it seems like hours. He touches Jared like a treasure, reading Jared’s face for a reaction.
Finally he slots his thumbs into the carved lines of Jared’s hips when he dips forward, plunges his tongue into Jared’s body. Misha is lapping and licking, little flicks of his tongue tracing the rim, searching out the taste of the men who’ve spilled themselves inside Jared tonight. Occasionally Jensen catches sight of the white creamy liquid on the tip of Misha's pink tongue.
Jensen lets his hands drift over Jared’s chest, fingernails raking oh-so-softly over his nipples. Jared arches a little into his touch, seeking more of it.
“Touch me, Jen…” Jared whispers and he takes Jensen’s hand, guides it down to his already half-hard cock. They stroke together, Jensen’s heart picking up its pace with every single movement. Jared hardening, thickening, against his palm, pressing against his fingers, makes him feel so powerful, sends lust spiraling through his veins. How long has he wanted to do this, how many times has he dreamed…?
Misha suddenly moves up and kisses Jared deeply, letting Jared taste everything he's gathered on his tongue. Jensen feels his mouth start to water and he swallows hard. He hasn’t been this close to the action all night long and Misha and Jared’s mouths are practically touching his. He’s so near being a part of it.
Misha changes his angle just a little and captures Jensen’s mouth with his, kissing him once, hard, before pulling back.
Jensen’s still a little dazed when he feels the smooth, damp skin of Misha’s hard cock brush against his cheek. Misha’s hands are on the headboard above both his and Jared’s heads, and he’s tracing the outline of Jared’s used, swollen mouth with his wet tip, leaving droplets of pre-come on Jared’s now-chapped lips. He rubs himself all over Jared’s face and Jared nuzzles into it like a cat would someone's legs, eyes closed, clearly enjoying the feel of it.
It’s one of the hottest things Jensen’s ever seen, and given the night he’s had, that’s saying a lot. Jared takes Misha into his mouth and sighs like it’s heaven, like having Misha’s cock heavy against his tongue is exactly what he’s always wanted. It’s clear Jared loves this, loves giving head, and Jensen twitches, leaking against where he’s pressed against the small of Jared’s back.
"Jay..." He breathes out, wrecked.
Jared only gets in a few licks, a few moments of having Misha in his mouth, before Jensen can’t take it anymore. He can’t watch Jared blow Misha like this, up close and personal when he’s so damn near having Jared for himself.
Misha understands without being told and pulls himself out, stroking Jared’s jaw and neck while he does so like an apology for not letting Jared get to finish. Jensen opens wide and takes Misha in himself. It’s been a long time since he’s done this so he takes his time, makes sure to be as careful with his teeth as possible.
“It’s okay…he likes it a little rough,” Jared breathes, gripping Jensen’s thigh. Jared squirms a little, causing Jensen’s dick to ride against his ass. Jensen lets his teeth dig in ever-so-slightly along Misha’s sensitive flesh and he feels Misha shudder.
“You are so damn hot,” Jared whispers and Jensen wonders for a moment who he’s talking to. Jared buries his face against his neck though, sucking a bruise against his jawline, and he knows the answer. He increases his attentions on Misha, liking the idea that it’s arousing Jared. He’s been watching Jared with everyone else all night, left on the brink of orgasm while Jared fucked everyone but him. Now it’s Jared’s turn to watch.
Misha gasps as Jensen sucks harder and he tries to choke out a warning. It’s not soon enough though and he spills into Jensen’s mouth before Jensen even realizes it's happening. Jensen tries to swallow the warm liquid down but he wasn’t expecting it all so soon and he nearly chokes.
Misha draws back and Jared is grabbing Jensen's face and forcing his mouth wide, taking Misha’s come into his own mouth with deep swipes of his tongue, swallowing it down readily, licking Jensen's mouth clean.
“Jay, you’re going to kill me,” Jensen says when they break apart. It’s the first thing he’s said to Jared all night long. Jared just smiles and kisses him again.
The weight on the bed shifts once more and Jensen knows Misha’s leaving. The next time they come up for air, they both realize that they’re entirely alone.
Jensen doesn’t know when their audience dispersed, but the shower is off, the room is quiet, most of the lights are dimmed. The door is firmly closed, probably locked.
“Just me and you now,” Jared grins, turning over and looking Jensen straight in the eyes. He kisses Jensen from this new, better angle and melds his body to his, pressing him down into the mattress. Jensen sinks readily.
He bites Jared’s bottom lip, slides his hands down Jared’s broad back. Jensen has the feeling that Jared doesn’t just mean that they’re alone, just the two of them, right now. It might be just the two of them forever.
It’s what he’s been waiting for, after all. He grins.
“About damn time.”