Housework a J2
Jensen and Jared had begun to set into a routine. Monday through Friday was work. Friday night was drinks, dinner and whatever with friends. Saturday was their day. A movie, the park with the dogs, whatever they felt like. Saturday night was a big dinner that they would cook together. Jensen would always breakdown and call his mom for advise, sure that they were over or undercooking something. They'd spend the rest of the night together and leave the messy kitchen for morning. Which brought them to Sunday. Cleaning day. By Sunday, Jared's house was pretty demolished from the busy week and the boys would spend the day washing the dishes, straightening up the house and doing the laundry.
So on Sunday morning, when Jensen untangled himself from Jared's iron grasp and hobbled to the kitchen he was met with the destruction from the night before. That Saturday's dinner had been especially challenging. Jensen shook his head as he followed the trail of orange sauce that dribbled along the stove top. He set the coffee pot to began brewing and shuffled to the table to start clearing the dishes from the night before. When everything was scraped and on the counter, he filled the sink with hot soapy water.
He stood before the sink, his grey drawstring pants hanging low on his hip. His bare foot stepping in a puddle of splashed dishwater. Jensen began scrubbing the dirty dishes, water dancing around his forearms as they dove down into the sloppy suds. He splattered the soap on his bare chest and futiley wiped it with his wet hand. The suds shimmered across his collarbone. He shifted his weight to rinse a dish under a hot stream of water.
Jensen was about half finished, lost in his own world, humming to himself, when he felt Jared's strong arms envelope his waste. The boney point of his chin nestled into Jensen's shoulder. "Good morning, Jen." Jared's voice purred with the thickness of morning still in his throat.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty, did you come to finally help with the dishes?" Jensen mocked, rubbing his backend into Jared's morning wood.
"You are doing a great job! Wouldn't want to interupt." Jared began pulling away from the shorter man. Jensen wrapped his arms back around Jared and clasped his wet hands around his boxers. As he grasped the filmy fabric, images of it wet and plastered to Jared's ass caused movement in his own pants.
Jared hissed at the dampness dripping down his bare legs. "You are gonna pay for that Ackles!" He dipped his hand in the water infront of them and thrust the suds filled hand down the front of Jensen's pants. He fondled the half hard dick he found with the silky suds. Jensen bucked his hips into Jared's own erection again as he slid in and out of the tightening grasp.
"Pay, Padalecki?? You really don't get the meaning of punishment do you?" Jensen's breath hitched at each pump of Jared's fist.
"Wanna bet?" Jared pulled his hand from inside Jensen's sweats and stepped away from his costars shivering body.
Jensen spun around. His eyes were liquid green pools trying desperatly to focus on the tall man across from him. "Dude, you did not just leave me hangin' like that!" Jensen rubbed his throbbing cock through his pants.
"'Fraid so!" Jared laughed, his own erection obviously outlined by the white boxers that he was wearing.
Jensen stared at Jared's hard dick bobbing in and out of the opening flap. He grabbed the spray gun from the sink and shot a stream of ice cold water to Jared's shorts, watching as Jared's head lolled back at the assault.
"You did not just, Oh God!! Oh!" Jared steadied his weight on the refridgerator door and swallowed noticably.
Jensen couldn't hear him. He was too busy coming toward the taller man and falling to his knees as the now transparent fabric hugged the long hard arousal before him. "What have we here?" Jen licked the dick from top to bottom, the warmth of his tongue bringing a groan from Jared.
Jared dropped next to Jen, dragging his lips across Jensen's exposed neck and shoulder. Jared clung to the naked flesh of Jensen's chest. His palm lightly stroking the patch of muscle across the front. He inched closer to the nipple with his fingertips as his teeth grazed the shoulder a bit harder.
Jensen's hands searched out the round taunt ass again and kneaded the flesh in his eager hands. His finger grazed the sensative area that hid the warm crevice he yearned to explore.
With each stroke, Jared whimpered a little louder and pushed back into his exploring finger.
Finally, Jared spoke, reaching back to guide Jen's finger to the opening. "I want you to! Please, I'll let you." Jared's voice was soft. Jensen looked up at the soft hazel eyes and watched them darken as he sunk his finger into Jared. Jensen twisted around so his chest was flat against Jared's. On there knees they were closer in hieght, Jared being more legs and Jensen having a longer upper body. Jensen's hand snaked down to his throbbing manhood, the other hand pumping Jared's ass with two of the fingers now. He pushed the erection into Jared's. Fishing around in the front of the boxers, he pulled Jared's dick free and grasped them both in his hand. Jared bucked back and forth, the assualt from both directions slowly undoing him. The incoherant babble that tumbled from Jared's mouth only made Jensen's dick harder. "Jen, love that. . . Oh,oh, God Jen,. . . . can we. . . there, there yes,"
Jensen leaned in to kiss the slack mouth that was rambling the most beautiful nonsense he'd ever heard. "Yeah, Jared,you are so hot!!" He licked the sweat that dotted Jared's upper lip. "I can't help myself around you! Gotta do dirty things to you!" He felt the heat start to swarm his belly, his dick tightening toward eruption. "Oh Jar, I'm gonna cum for you."
The rough timber of Jensen's yell were all Jared needed to send him reeling into ecstasy. They leaned into each other, holding on for what seemed like an eternity. Jensen licked the salty sweat from Jared's shoulder. He felt a shiver go through the taller man and leaned back to see the amusement dancing in the hazel eyes.
Jensen narrowed his eyes. "Was that a funny orgasm?"
Jared cupped Jensen's chin and kissed him full on the lips. "I was just wondering, now that I know exactly how hot you are doing dishes, how are we ever gonna get the kitchen cleaned."
So on Sunday morning, when Jensen untangled himself from Jared's iron grasp and hobbled to the kitchen he was met with the destruction from the night before. That Saturday's dinner had been especially challenging. Jensen shook his head as he followed the trail of orange sauce that dribbled along the stove top. He set the coffee pot to began brewing and shuffled to the table to start clearing the dishes from the night before. When everything was scraped and on the counter, he filled the sink with hot soapy water.
He stood before the sink, his grey drawstring pants hanging low on his hip. His bare foot stepping in a puddle of splashed dishwater. Jensen began scrubbing the dirty dishes, water dancing around his forearms as they dove down into the sloppy suds. He splattered the soap on his bare chest and futiley wiped it with his wet hand. The suds shimmered across his collarbone. He shifted his weight to rinse a dish under a hot stream of water.
Jensen was about half finished, lost in his own world, humming to himself, when he felt Jared's strong arms envelope his waste. The boney point of his chin nestled into Jensen's shoulder. "Good morning, Jen." Jared's voice purred with the thickness of morning still in his throat.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty, did you come to finally help with the dishes?" Jensen mocked, rubbing his backend into Jared's morning wood.
"You are doing a great job! Wouldn't want to interupt." Jared began pulling away from the shorter man. Jensen wrapped his arms back around Jared and clasped his wet hands around his boxers. As he grasped the filmy fabric, images of it wet and plastered to Jared's ass caused movement in his own pants.
Jared hissed at the dampness dripping down his bare legs. "You are gonna pay for that Ackles!" He dipped his hand in the water infront of them and thrust the suds filled hand down the front of Jensen's pants. He fondled the half hard dick he found with the silky suds. Jensen bucked his hips into Jared's own erection again as he slid in and out of the tightening grasp.
"Pay, Padalecki?? You really don't get the meaning of punishment do you?" Jensen's breath hitched at each pump of Jared's fist.
"Wanna bet?" Jared pulled his hand from inside Jensen's sweats and stepped away from his costars shivering body.
Jensen spun around. His eyes were liquid green pools trying desperatly to focus on the tall man across from him. "Dude, you did not just leave me hangin' like that!" Jensen rubbed his throbbing cock through his pants.
"'Fraid so!" Jared laughed, his own erection obviously outlined by the white boxers that he was wearing.
Jensen stared at Jared's hard dick bobbing in and out of the opening flap. He grabbed the spray gun from the sink and shot a stream of ice cold water to Jared's shorts, watching as Jared's head lolled back at the assault.
"You did not just, Oh God!! Oh!" Jared steadied his weight on the refridgerator door and swallowed noticably.
Jensen couldn't hear him. He was too busy coming toward the taller man and falling to his knees as the now transparent fabric hugged the long hard arousal before him. "What have we here?" Jen licked the dick from top to bottom, the warmth of his tongue bringing a groan from Jared.
Jared dropped next to Jen, dragging his lips across Jensen's exposed neck and shoulder. Jared clung to the naked flesh of Jensen's chest. His palm lightly stroking the patch of muscle across the front. He inched closer to the nipple with his fingertips as his teeth grazed the shoulder a bit harder.
Jensen's hands searched out the round taunt ass again and kneaded the flesh in his eager hands. His finger grazed the sensative area that hid the warm crevice he yearned to explore.
With each stroke, Jared whimpered a little louder and pushed back into his exploring finger.
Finally, Jared spoke, reaching back to guide Jen's finger to the opening. "I want you to! Please, I'll let you." Jared's voice was soft. Jensen looked up at the soft hazel eyes and watched them darken as he sunk his finger into Jared. Jensen twisted around so his chest was flat against Jared's. On there knees they were closer in hieght, Jared being more legs and Jensen having a longer upper body. Jensen's hand snaked down to his throbbing manhood, the other hand pumping Jared's ass with two of the fingers now. He pushed the erection into Jared's. Fishing around in the front of the boxers, he pulled Jared's dick free and grasped them both in his hand. Jared bucked back and forth, the assualt from both directions slowly undoing him. The incoherant babble that tumbled from Jared's mouth only made Jensen's dick harder. "Jen, love that. . . Oh,oh, God Jen,. . . . can we. . . there, there yes,"
Jensen leaned in to kiss the slack mouth that was rambling the most beautiful nonsense he'd ever heard. "Yeah, Jared,you are so hot!!" He licked the sweat that dotted Jared's upper lip. "I can't help myself around you! Gotta do dirty things to you!" He felt the heat start to swarm his belly, his dick tightening toward eruption. "Oh Jar, I'm gonna cum for you."
The rough timber of Jensen's yell were all Jared needed to send him reeling into ecstasy. They leaned into each other, holding on for what seemed like an eternity. Jensen licked the salty sweat from Jared's shoulder. He felt a shiver go through the taller man and leaned back to see the amusement dancing in the hazel eyes.
Jensen narrowed his eyes. "Was that a funny orgasm?"
Jared cupped Jensen's chin and kissed him full on the lips. "I was just wondering, now that I know exactly how hot you are doing dishes, how are we ever gonna get the kitchen cleaned."