You see me like no-one saw me before (J2, nc-17ish, 1800 words)
I miss Jensen's glasses already, though I do like the longer hair.
Erm, I feel I should explain this a little. My sister had corrective eye-surgery a few weeks back and the thing she hated most about it was how difficult it made washing her hair. So Jensen + eye surgery = Jared should be washing his hair. And porn. Jensen always = porn.
Also, lazy-daze has written longer-haired!Jensen porn, which I am yet to read but which is sure to be most excellent. You Really Got A Hold On Me, Jared/Jensen, NC-17, ~1600 words
You see me like no-one saw me before
(J2, nc-17ish, 1800 words)
Title from Anna Ternheim. Self-indulgent porn.
A chair backed up against the sink in Jensen's hotel bathroom is not the best set-up but it's better than Jensen trying to figure something out on his own. Jared rolls the sleeves of his shirt up his forearms and casts Jensen an impatient look where he's hesitating in the doorway.
"You want me to wash your hair, not perform a little more surgery on your eyes, right?" he says. "C'mon, man, I think I can handle it."
Jensen comes a little farther into the room. "It's just, I have to be real careful about, y'know, getting too much water in my eyes and stuff like that."
Jared pulls a face and gestures sharply at the chair. "Would you just sit down already? I said I don't mind." The grin he gives Jensen is not at all designed to be reassuring. "I'm actually looking forward to it."
Jensen immediately takes a step backwards, touching a hand almost protectively to his hair. "I gotta go out in public! You can't make me look weird!"
As he hauls Jensen to the chair, Jared says, "I promise not to make you look any weirder than you do normally, 'kay? Now sit down!"
With Jensen finally seated, Jared puts his fingertips on Jensen's forehead and pushes lightly, carefully tipping his head back over the sink. He doesn't usually see Jensen from this angle, and the nervous, wide-eyed look Jensen is angling straight up at him doesn't help. Jared frowns at the bloody spot sitting just against the rim of Jensen's iris, painfully visible even in the faint, white morning sunlight.
"Imma miss your glasses," Jared says. "Seriously, you should'a asked me before you went and did this."
Jensen arches an eyebrow at him. "Maybe if you'd found it a little less funny to torment a blind guy by getting up early to rearrange the contents of the damn fridge so I couldn't find anything I wouldn't'a thought it necessary."
It probably proves Jensen's point but Jared can't help laughing at the memory. Mornings with Jensen bleary-eyed and mostly still asleep never failed to be entertaining, even if Jensen were usually too grouchy to see the humour in him mistaking the mayonnaise for milk. Maybe all this talk of Jensen moving out will go away if Jared ignores it long enough.
He twists the faucet on and cards his fingers through Jensen's hair, smoothing it backwards off his face. It's also weird having Jensen's hair long enough for Jared to get a proper handhold on it, not that Jared's put too much thought into the best places to grab Jensen. But the longer hair is distinctly un-Jensen, and definitely un-Dean. It's kind of like meeting some other Jensen. And Jared has to keep looking at him to get used to it.
The soft gurgling of the water is all that sounds in the bathroom for a while. Jared uses a cup to pour water over Jensen's hair. It's a silly thing but Jensen has trusted him to do this for him and so Jared wants to be extra careful. When wet, Jensen's hair is dark and smooth, and it's longer than Jared realised. He curls his fingers into the cool silkiness of it, feels it slide over his palm, then stops, cheeks heating up as he realises Jensen's still watching him.
With his head tipped back, the pale line of Jensen's throat is acutely vulnerable. There's less nervousness in his eyes, but there's something else, an uncertainty maybe. Jared understands; he's felt the same kind of uncertainty a lot since Jensen moved in.
He finishes wetting Jensen's hair down and then reaches for the shampoo. They're using a bottle of the hotel's complimentary shampoo and Jared squeezes a blob of the cream-coloured fluid into his palm. He begins by simply working it into Jensen's hair, but his fingers slip deeper, work more firmly, and, as he watches, Jensen's eyes slide closed and his lips part on a barely audible, breathy sigh.
"You like that?" he murmurs, a smile thick in his voice.
"Mmm," Jensen says.
Jared massages Jensen's scalp more firmly, slides his touch down and around to cradle Jensen's whole skull in his hands. The lather from the shampoo is on his wrists and forearms, but he's holding Jensen's head, fingers deep in his wet hair, and Jensen's lashes are dark against his cheeks as he lets him.
The next sound Jared draws from Jensen, is long and low and undeniably filthy. It hits Jared hard and, on an impulse, he swings his leg over Jensen, standing astride him on the chair, and it puts the obvious shape of Jared's dick against the seam of his jeans right in front of Jensen's face. If he pushed forward, just a few inches, he could press it to Jensen's mouth, rub the length of his cock over Jensen's lips. His breath catches and he thrusts his fingers deep into Jensen's hair, pads of his thumbs firm against Jensen's forehead. Jensen moans again, jerks his head back even farther into Jared's hands.
His eyes flutter half-open, fix on Jared's dick, so hard and right there, and he makes a strangled noise, somewhere between another moan and speech.
"Jesus, Jared," he says, quiet and dazed. His hand comes up, settles on Jared's ass.
"Is this… is this all right? You gotta say, Jen, you gotta say if you don't want…"
"It's good," Jensen says. "Don't be so shy."
He squeezes the cheek of Jared's ass and then tugs him closer. Jared pitches forward, catches himself on the edge of the sink, one knee just brushing Jensen's shoulder. He laughs shakily and flips the faucet back on.
"Gotta rinse you off," he says. Jensen curls his fingers under the waistband of Jared's jeans and Jared's hips flex towards him. "God…"
Jensen smiles serenely as he tilts his head back into the water. All of those fantasies about Alec and CJ and even Eric fucking Brady that Jared keeps tucked away in the back of his mind rise to the surface when he's looking at Jensen like this: young and pretty and happy.
He skims his fingers over the delicate curl of Jensen's ear at the top, where it meets the soft skin of his cheek, smoothing his wet hair back off his face. When Jensen turns his face into Jared's hand, Jared can't help rubbing along the line of his cheekbone, even as he's cupping a hand protectively over Jensen's brow to keep the trickles of water from reaching his eyes.
With the last of the soap gone, Jared hurriedly turns off the faucet, then looks down at Jensen again, who's looking back up at him.
"Suck me?" Jared says. There are jitters in his belly that Jensen might still say no, that he might ruin everything just because he can't help wanting what he does from Jensen.
But Jensen bites his lip and nods, his heated gaze still on Jared's face. "Fuck yes."
In an impressive display of coordination, Jared grabs for a towel with one hand and yanks his fly down with the other. He shoves the towel at Jensen's wet hair but it's abruptly difficult for him to concentrate when Jensen's got his hand in the front of his pants and is jerking his thick dick free. Jared makes a cut-off sound in his throat as he watches Jensen use his precome for slick before he works his hand over the heavy, straining length of Jared's cock.
"Please," Jared says.
Jensen's gaze flicks up to him, just for a second, before he's angling Jared's dick to his mouth, bumping the fat head against his lips before opening up and sucking him in. Jared gasps and slams his knee against the bathroom counter as his hips instinctively jerk towards Jensen. He crowds in closer, all but climbing into Jensen's lap in order to feed more of his cock between Jensen's slick red lips.
Wrapping his hand around the inches of Jared's dick that he can't fit in his mouth, Jensen forms a tight little circle of his lips around the rest. He's still hanging on to the back of Jared's waistband and all Jared can think of is pushing deep inside, stuffing Jensen's mouth full of cock. Instead, he braces one hand on the sink and the other in a handful of Jensen's wet hair.
But Jensen gives an impatient little tug on the back of Jared's jeans. Jared meets his eyes again and groans as he reads the message there. Tentatively, he gives a slow thrust, sees more of his dick disappear in Jensen's mouth, pushes until he feels the back of Jensen's throat, soft and fluttering. He lets go of the sink to rub his thumb over Jensen's cheek, stretches Jensen's mouth wider to slip a finger in alongside his dick, just feeling himself fuck Jensen's face. Jensen makes a helpless, strung-out noise and Jared instantly snatches his finger away.
"Shit, sorry, I'm sorry…" Jared garbles out, but the hand Jensen has at his waistband tightens into a fist and shoves him forward, effectively driving Jared's dick even deeper into Jensen's mouth. There's a moment of stillness and then Jensen tips his head back just a little and lets Jared's cock sink into his throat.
It's over quickly after that. Jared gets so deep his balls are nudging Jensen's lips, and Jensen's just holding still, letting Jared take what he wants. When he comes, Jared has sense enough left in his head to pull out of Jensen's mouth, but not enough to keep his grip on Jensen's long, wet hair loose. Jensen whimpers, neck arched back, as Jared comes in thick, white spurts over his chin and throat.
Afterwards, there's a long silence in which Jared pants for breath while he and Jensen stare at each other. Finally, Jensen drags the towel down to wipe at the strings of come Jared's painted him with.
"Sorry," Jared says again. He gestures vaguely at Jensen's face. "About that… sorry."
"At least you didn't get it in my eye," Jensen says.
He straightens up and rubs a hand over the back of his neck, which must be aching. Jared drops his gaze to the obvious bulge in Jensen's pants. It's way too soon for him to get hard again, but looking at what he's done to Jensen, the effect he's had on Jensen, is still enough to give him ideas.
"You want me to… uh?" He makes the appropriate hand motion.
Jensen stands up, shakes his head. "I'm gonna clean myself up."
Feeling somehow rejected, even though he was the one that got to come, Jared nods, tucks his softening cock back into his jeans. "'Kay," he says, and backs up towards the door.
Jensen shoots him a look. "Where'd you think you're going? Who's gonna keep the water out of my eyes in the shower? You've got a full-time job now, buddy."
~end
Erm, I feel I should explain this a little. My sister had corrective eye-surgery a few weeks back and the thing she hated most about it was how difficult it made washing her hair. So Jensen + eye surgery = Jared should be washing his hair. And porn. Jensen always = porn.
Also, lazy-daze has written longer-haired!Jensen porn, which I am yet to read but which is sure to be most excellent. You Really Got A Hold On Me, Jared/Jensen, NC-17, ~1600 words
You see me like no-one saw me before
(J2, nc-17ish, 1800 words)
Title from Anna Ternheim. Self-indulgent porn.
A chair backed up against the sink in Jensen's hotel bathroom is not the best set-up but it's better than Jensen trying to figure something out on his own. Jared rolls the sleeves of his shirt up his forearms and casts Jensen an impatient look where he's hesitating in the doorway.
"You want me to wash your hair, not perform a little more surgery on your eyes, right?" he says. "C'mon, man, I think I can handle it."
Jensen comes a little farther into the room. "It's just, I have to be real careful about, y'know, getting too much water in my eyes and stuff like that."
Jared pulls a face and gestures sharply at the chair. "Would you just sit down already? I said I don't mind." The grin he gives Jensen is not at all designed to be reassuring. "I'm actually looking forward to it."
Jensen immediately takes a step backwards, touching a hand almost protectively to his hair. "I gotta go out in public! You can't make me look weird!"
As he hauls Jensen to the chair, Jared says, "I promise not to make you look any weirder than you do normally, 'kay? Now sit down!"
With Jensen finally seated, Jared puts his fingertips on Jensen's forehead and pushes lightly, carefully tipping his head back over the sink. He doesn't usually see Jensen from this angle, and the nervous, wide-eyed look Jensen is angling straight up at him doesn't help. Jared frowns at the bloody spot sitting just against the rim of Jensen's iris, painfully visible even in the faint, white morning sunlight.
"Imma miss your glasses," Jared says. "Seriously, you should'a asked me before you went and did this."
Jensen arches an eyebrow at him. "Maybe if you'd found it a little less funny to torment a blind guy by getting up early to rearrange the contents of the damn fridge so I couldn't find anything I wouldn't'a thought it necessary."
It probably proves Jensen's point but Jared can't help laughing at the memory. Mornings with Jensen bleary-eyed and mostly still asleep never failed to be entertaining, even if Jensen were usually too grouchy to see the humour in him mistaking the mayonnaise for milk. Maybe all this talk of Jensen moving out will go away if Jared ignores it long enough.
He twists the faucet on and cards his fingers through Jensen's hair, smoothing it backwards off his face. It's also weird having Jensen's hair long enough for Jared to get a proper handhold on it, not that Jared's put too much thought into the best places to grab Jensen. But the longer hair is distinctly un-Jensen, and definitely un-Dean. It's kind of like meeting some other Jensen. And Jared has to keep looking at him to get used to it.
The soft gurgling of the water is all that sounds in the bathroom for a while. Jared uses a cup to pour water over Jensen's hair. It's a silly thing but Jensen has trusted him to do this for him and so Jared wants to be extra careful. When wet, Jensen's hair is dark and smooth, and it's longer than Jared realised. He curls his fingers into the cool silkiness of it, feels it slide over his palm, then stops, cheeks heating up as he realises Jensen's still watching him.
With his head tipped back, the pale line of Jensen's throat is acutely vulnerable. There's less nervousness in his eyes, but there's something else, an uncertainty maybe. Jared understands; he's felt the same kind of uncertainty a lot since Jensen moved in.
He finishes wetting Jensen's hair down and then reaches for the shampoo. They're using a bottle of the hotel's complimentary shampoo and Jared squeezes a blob of the cream-coloured fluid into his palm. He begins by simply working it into Jensen's hair, but his fingers slip deeper, work more firmly, and, as he watches, Jensen's eyes slide closed and his lips part on a barely audible, breathy sigh.
"You like that?" he murmurs, a smile thick in his voice.
"Mmm," Jensen says.
Jared massages Jensen's scalp more firmly, slides his touch down and around to cradle Jensen's whole skull in his hands. The lather from the shampoo is on his wrists and forearms, but he's holding Jensen's head, fingers deep in his wet hair, and Jensen's lashes are dark against his cheeks as he lets him.
The next sound Jared draws from Jensen, is long and low and undeniably filthy. It hits Jared hard and, on an impulse, he swings his leg over Jensen, standing astride him on the chair, and it puts the obvious shape of Jared's dick against the seam of his jeans right in front of Jensen's face. If he pushed forward, just a few inches, he could press it to Jensen's mouth, rub the length of his cock over Jensen's lips. His breath catches and he thrusts his fingers deep into Jensen's hair, pads of his thumbs firm against Jensen's forehead. Jensen moans again, jerks his head back even farther into Jared's hands.
His eyes flutter half-open, fix on Jared's dick, so hard and right there, and he makes a strangled noise, somewhere between another moan and speech.
"Jesus, Jared," he says, quiet and dazed. His hand comes up, settles on Jared's ass.
"Is this… is this all right? You gotta say, Jen, you gotta say if you don't want…"
"It's good," Jensen says. "Don't be so shy."
He squeezes the cheek of Jared's ass and then tugs him closer. Jared pitches forward, catches himself on the edge of the sink, one knee just brushing Jensen's shoulder. He laughs shakily and flips the faucet back on.
"Gotta rinse you off," he says. Jensen curls his fingers under the waistband of Jared's jeans and Jared's hips flex towards him. "God…"
Jensen smiles serenely as he tilts his head back into the water. All of those fantasies about Alec and CJ and even Eric fucking Brady that Jared keeps tucked away in the back of his mind rise to the surface when he's looking at Jensen like this: young and pretty and happy.
He skims his fingers over the delicate curl of Jensen's ear at the top, where it meets the soft skin of his cheek, smoothing his wet hair back off his face. When Jensen turns his face into Jared's hand, Jared can't help rubbing along the line of his cheekbone, even as he's cupping a hand protectively over Jensen's brow to keep the trickles of water from reaching his eyes.
With the last of the soap gone, Jared hurriedly turns off the faucet, then looks down at Jensen again, who's looking back up at him.
"Suck me?" Jared says. There are jitters in his belly that Jensen might still say no, that he might ruin everything just because he can't help wanting what he does from Jensen.
But Jensen bites his lip and nods, his heated gaze still on Jared's face. "Fuck yes."
In an impressive display of coordination, Jared grabs for a towel with one hand and yanks his fly down with the other. He shoves the towel at Jensen's wet hair but it's abruptly difficult for him to concentrate when Jensen's got his hand in the front of his pants and is jerking his thick dick free. Jared makes a cut-off sound in his throat as he watches Jensen use his precome for slick before he works his hand over the heavy, straining length of Jared's cock.
"Please," Jared says.
Jensen's gaze flicks up to him, just for a second, before he's angling Jared's dick to his mouth, bumping the fat head against his lips before opening up and sucking him in. Jared gasps and slams his knee against the bathroom counter as his hips instinctively jerk towards Jensen. He crowds in closer, all but climbing into Jensen's lap in order to feed more of his cock between Jensen's slick red lips.
Wrapping his hand around the inches of Jared's dick that he can't fit in his mouth, Jensen forms a tight little circle of his lips around the rest. He's still hanging on to the back of Jared's waistband and all Jared can think of is pushing deep inside, stuffing Jensen's mouth full of cock. Instead, he braces one hand on the sink and the other in a handful of Jensen's wet hair.
But Jensen gives an impatient little tug on the back of Jared's jeans. Jared meets his eyes again and groans as he reads the message there. Tentatively, he gives a slow thrust, sees more of his dick disappear in Jensen's mouth, pushes until he feels the back of Jensen's throat, soft and fluttering. He lets go of the sink to rub his thumb over Jensen's cheek, stretches Jensen's mouth wider to slip a finger in alongside his dick, just feeling himself fuck Jensen's face. Jensen makes a helpless, strung-out noise and Jared instantly snatches his finger away.
"Shit, sorry, I'm sorry…" Jared garbles out, but the hand Jensen has at his waistband tightens into a fist and shoves him forward, effectively driving Jared's dick even deeper into Jensen's mouth. There's a moment of stillness and then Jensen tips his head back just a little and lets Jared's cock sink into his throat.
It's over quickly after that. Jared gets so deep his balls are nudging Jensen's lips, and Jensen's just holding still, letting Jared take what he wants. When he comes, Jared has sense enough left in his head to pull out of Jensen's mouth, but not enough to keep his grip on Jensen's long, wet hair loose. Jensen whimpers, neck arched back, as Jared comes in thick, white spurts over his chin and throat.
Afterwards, there's a long silence in which Jared pants for breath while he and Jensen stare at each other. Finally, Jensen drags the towel down to wipe at the strings of come Jared's painted him with.
"Sorry," Jared says again. He gestures vaguely at Jensen's face. "About that… sorry."
"At least you didn't get it in my eye," Jensen says.
He straightens up and rubs a hand over the back of his neck, which must be aching. Jared drops his gaze to the obvious bulge in Jensen's pants. It's way too soon for him to get hard again, but looking at what he's done to Jensen, the effect he's had on Jensen, is still enough to give him ideas.
"You want me to… uh?" He makes the appropriate hand motion.
Jensen stands up, shakes his head. "I'm gonna clean myself up."
Feeling somehow rejected, even though he was the one that got to come, Jared nods, tucks his softening cock back into his jeans. "'Kay," he says, and backs up towards the door.
Jensen shoots him a look. "Where'd you think you're going? Who's gonna keep the water out of my eyes in the shower? You've got a full-time job now, buddy."
~end