'Cause it's just you and it's just me (J2 + Misha kind of, nc-17, 1160 words)
So, this might be a pwp. It might also be non-AU J2, set at the recent con. It might even also include Misha and a couple of hinted at kinks that are a bit weird.
No, I don't really have an excuse or even an explanation.
'Cause it's just you and it's just me
(J2 + Misha kind of, nc-17, 1160 words)
Jensen wakes at the bottom of the pile. It's night, and it's hot and sticky under Jared and Misha. His head is spinning and his mouth is dry, and he's still drunk. He remembers Jared suggesting tequila, he remembers being unable to make it back to his own hotel room and crawling to Jared's bed to pass out instead; he doesn't remember Jared and Misha deciding to pass out on top of him.
He's pinned beneath them, barely able to breath in the hot, stale scent of their bodies, the bedsheet burning up under him. Unconsciously, they've spread out over him: Jensen has his face pressed into the crook of Misha's neck and the heavy, intimate weight of Jared's thigh over his hip.
A strange panic at being trapped tugs at him but he's too out of his head for it to be able to properly take hold of him. He's exhausted yet too uncomfortable to sleep. Instead, he lies there, and the ceiling spins overhead and the distant noises of the hotel blur together.
Night stretches on interminably.
Behind him, Jared grunts and shifts. Jensen lies very still, alert for any sign that Jared might be near waking. Jared makes another noise, low and pleased, and rolls closer, pressing more body weight down on Jensen. He mouths a warm, sloppy kiss to Jensen's neck.
"Jen?" Jared mumbles. "You awake?" He kisses Jensen's neck again - slow, languorous - and leaves the skin wet and aching. "Jen, c'mon, wanna fuck." He rocks his hips forwards, rubbing his hard dick against the curve of Jensen's ass.
"Jesus, Jared," Jensen hisses, eyes wide. "We're sharing a bed with Misha."
"Don't care," Jared says in a thick whisper. He squeezes a hand between them, rubbing the knobs of Jensen's vertebrae, and then dipping below the waistband of Jensen's jeans, palming Jensen's ass. "Wanna fuck you, Jensen." He tugs at the rim of Jensen's asshole, blunt tips of his fingers pushing insistently to get inside. "Shit, tight little hole. Wanna put my dick in you, right here, fill you right up with me."
The dry stretch is uncomfortable and Jared's fingers won't stop playing with him. Jensen jerks away from it instinctively then freezes when Misha lets out a heavier breath. The noise Jared makes behind him is maybe a groan, maybe a chuckle. He reaches round with a surprisingly steady hand and tugs Jensen's fly down, and it's somehow more naked, more exposed, than Jensen's ever been. Jensen doesn't even dare move as Jared works his jeans down lower, until he can properly spread Jensen's ass open for himself.
His fingers disappear briefly and then Jensen hears the sound of his mouth and something snaps tight in his belly: Jared's fingers are in his mouth.
Half-desperate, both turned on and shocked out of his mind, Jensen pleads with Jared. "He'll wake up. Misha'll wake up."
And all Jared says is, "Don't care," before he's working his fingers back into Jensen's ass. "Pretty little hole," he mumbles, then kisses Jensen's neck again, wet and filthy. "God, so fucking pretty, Jensen."
All Jensen's able to do while Jared's opening him up, fucking him awkwardly with his fingers until Jensen's ass is clenching around them greedily for more, is keep his eyes on Misha and pray he goes on sleeping. Jared's humping his ass, like even this is beyond his patience, and the coarse fabric of his jeans over and over on Jensen's skin makes him crazily over-sensitive.
The bed rocks gently under them. Jensen's dick hardens against Misha's knee and Jared catches it in his grip, jacks him crudely, and heat burns through Jensen, even as he's watching Jared's hand skim against Misha.
"Shh, shh, careful," he whispers. "Please, Jared, don't wake him up."
He doesn't want Misha to see him like this. He's got his pride and, even though he knows appreciating the sensation of a good, thick cock like Jared's shoved up his ass doesn't make him any less of a man, he can't let Misha see what Jared can turn him into: the dirty little cockslut who'll beg and push, just for a harder fucking.
Jared's making these rough little mumbles, more to himself than Jensen, and they're filth and they're getting louder. He's got his fingers buried up Jensen's ass and they're too big, and Jensen's hole is sloppy with the amount of spit Jared's had to use to fit them up there. Jensen's heart is pounding against his ribs, and he can practically taste the sweat on Misha's collarbone, and Jared won't stop playing with his ass, making him want, want more, want Jared's big, brutal cock splitting him open, taking him like it's the reason Jensen got into this bed in the first place.
"God, wanna be in you," Jared groans. "Just gonna slip right in, just like you like. Gonna hold you down and fuck you."
Misha snores and turns ever so slightly in the bed, pinning Jensen even tighter between them. Jared feels huge behind Jensen, like he's everywhere. Jared drags his fingers free and Jensen feels them, hot and sticky, over the small of his back. Then Jared's mouth is on his throat again, sucking at Jensen's jumping pulse, while he fumbles with his own fly.
And Jensen's strung out and still drunk, and Jared's cock is bumping awkwardly at Jensen's ass but not where he needs it, and Jensen's eyes burn suddenly with tears because he just doesn't know what he wants, except that he always wants Jared.
Jensen's trembling, weak-kneed, when Jared finally loses patience, reaches down to position his dick right, and sinks right in and up.
"Oh shit," Jared says, his voice almost at speaking level, and Jensen opens his mouth to beg him to be quiet, but he can't. Jared's cock is forcing all the breath out of his lungs as it fills him up without pause, just spreads his ass wide and makes him take it. Jared doesn't stop pushing into him until Jensen can feel the smooth heaviness of his balls resting against his ass.
Tears blur Jensen's vision as he stares at Misha and tries to catch his breath. It feels like Jared's cock is so big and hard inside of him that it should be bending Jensen's body out of shape, the hugeness of it a bulge beneath Jensen's burning skin. Jared's hands are all over him, grabbing at his hips and his side and his ass, possessive and desperate. He doesn't even fuck Jensen, just fills him up with his dick and leaves him there. His breath is hot and heavy on Jensen's neck, close enough that it's ghosting over Misha's skin too.
Jared nuzzles at Jensen's throat, kisses his damp cheek. He goes still, then moans, sweeps his tongue through Jensen's tears eagerly, licking them up as he rocks his hips, tiny and sharp, and burying himself a little deeper in Jensen's ass.
Jensen can't help the small, keening cry it drives out of him.
Can't help waking Misha.
~end
No, I don't really have an excuse or even an explanation.
'Cause it's just you and it's just me
(J2 + Misha kind of, nc-17, 1160 words)
Jensen wakes at the bottom of the pile. It's night, and it's hot and sticky under Jared and Misha. His head is spinning and his mouth is dry, and he's still drunk. He remembers Jared suggesting tequila, he remembers being unable to make it back to his own hotel room and crawling to Jared's bed to pass out instead; he doesn't remember Jared and Misha deciding to pass out on top of him.
He's pinned beneath them, barely able to breath in the hot, stale scent of their bodies, the bedsheet burning up under him. Unconsciously, they've spread out over him: Jensen has his face pressed into the crook of Misha's neck and the heavy, intimate weight of Jared's thigh over his hip.
A strange panic at being trapped tugs at him but he's too out of his head for it to be able to properly take hold of him. He's exhausted yet too uncomfortable to sleep. Instead, he lies there, and the ceiling spins overhead and the distant noises of the hotel blur together.
Night stretches on interminably.
Behind him, Jared grunts and shifts. Jensen lies very still, alert for any sign that Jared might be near waking. Jared makes another noise, low and pleased, and rolls closer, pressing more body weight down on Jensen. He mouths a warm, sloppy kiss to Jensen's neck.
"Jen?" Jared mumbles. "You awake?" He kisses Jensen's neck again - slow, languorous - and leaves the skin wet and aching. "Jen, c'mon, wanna fuck." He rocks his hips forwards, rubbing his hard dick against the curve of Jensen's ass.
"Jesus, Jared," Jensen hisses, eyes wide. "We're sharing a bed with Misha."
"Don't care," Jared says in a thick whisper. He squeezes a hand between them, rubbing the knobs of Jensen's vertebrae, and then dipping below the waistband of Jensen's jeans, palming Jensen's ass. "Wanna fuck you, Jensen." He tugs at the rim of Jensen's asshole, blunt tips of his fingers pushing insistently to get inside. "Shit, tight little hole. Wanna put my dick in you, right here, fill you right up with me."
The dry stretch is uncomfortable and Jared's fingers won't stop playing with him. Jensen jerks away from it instinctively then freezes when Misha lets out a heavier breath. The noise Jared makes behind him is maybe a groan, maybe a chuckle. He reaches round with a surprisingly steady hand and tugs Jensen's fly down, and it's somehow more naked, more exposed, than Jensen's ever been. Jensen doesn't even dare move as Jared works his jeans down lower, until he can properly spread Jensen's ass open for himself.
His fingers disappear briefly and then Jensen hears the sound of his mouth and something snaps tight in his belly: Jared's fingers are in his mouth.
Half-desperate, both turned on and shocked out of his mind, Jensen pleads with Jared. "He'll wake up. Misha'll wake up."
And all Jared says is, "Don't care," before he's working his fingers back into Jensen's ass. "Pretty little hole," he mumbles, then kisses Jensen's neck again, wet and filthy. "God, so fucking pretty, Jensen."
All Jensen's able to do while Jared's opening him up, fucking him awkwardly with his fingers until Jensen's ass is clenching around them greedily for more, is keep his eyes on Misha and pray he goes on sleeping. Jared's humping his ass, like even this is beyond his patience, and the coarse fabric of his jeans over and over on Jensen's skin makes him crazily over-sensitive.
The bed rocks gently under them. Jensen's dick hardens against Misha's knee and Jared catches it in his grip, jacks him crudely, and heat burns through Jensen, even as he's watching Jared's hand skim against Misha.
"Shh, shh, careful," he whispers. "Please, Jared, don't wake him up."
He doesn't want Misha to see him like this. He's got his pride and, even though he knows appreciating the sensation of a good, thick cock like Jared's shoved up his ass doesn't make him any less of a man, he can't let Misha see what Jared can turn him into: the dirty little cockslut who'll beg and push, just for a harder fucking.
Jared's making these rough little mumbles, more to himself than Jensen, and they're filth and they're getting louder. He's got his fingers buried up Jensen's ass and they're too big, and Jensen's hole is sloppy with the amount of spit Jared's had to use to fit them up there. Jensen's heart is pounding against his ribs, and he can practically taste the sweat on Misha's collarbone, and Jared won't stop playing with his ass, making him want, want more, want Jared's big, brutal cock splitting him open, taking him like it's the reason Jensen got into this bed in the first place.
"God, wanna be in you," Jared groans. "Just gonna slip right in, just like you like. Gonna hold you down and fuck you."
Misha snores and turns ever so slightly in the bed, pinning Jensen even tighter between them. Jared feels huge behind Jensen, like he's everywhere. Jared drags his fingers free and Jensen feels them, hot and sticky, over the small of his back. Then Jared's mouth is on his throat again, sucking at Jensen's jumping pulse, while he fumbles with his own fly.
And Jensen's strung out and still drunk, and Jared's cock is bumping awkwardly at Jensen's ass but not where he needs it, and Jensen's eyes burn suddenly with tears because he just doesn't know what he wants, except that he always wants Jared.
Jensen's trembling, weak-kneed, when Jared finally loses patience, reaches down to position his dick right, and sinks right in and up.
"Oh shit," Jared says, his voice almost at speaking level, and Jensen opens his mouth to beg him to be quiet, but he can't. Jared's cock is forcing all the breath out of his lungs as it fills him up without pause, just spreads his ass wide and makes him take it. Jared doesn't stop pushing into him until Jensen can feel the smooth heaviness of his balls resting against his ass.
Tears blur Jensen's vision as he stares at Misha and tries to catch his breath. It feels like Jared's cock is so big and hard inside of him that it should be bending Jensen's body out of shape, the hugeness of it a bulge beneath Jensen's burning skin. Jared's hands are all over him, grabbing at his hips and his side and his ass, possessive and desperate. He doesn't even fuck Jensen, just fills him up with his dick and leaves him there. His breath is hot and heavy on Jensen's neck, close enough that it's ghosting over Misha's skin too.
Jared nuzzles at Jensen's throat, kisses his damp cheek. He goes still, then moans, sweeps his tongue through Jensen's tears eagerly, licking them up as he rocks his hips, tiny and sharp, and burying himself a little deeper in Jensen's ass.
Jensen can't help the small, keening cry it drives out of him.
Can't help waking Misha.
~end