Dec 11th : Personal Best
Title: Personal Best
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS: Smoke & Lightning AU
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Summary: Jay's got this record to beat..
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
PERSONAL BEST
They have the house to themselves. Jeff and Stevie have gone to visit her family and they left Jensen and Jared with Shelby and Muzz and the run of the house. The puppy and the cat are fast asleep in Shelby's bed, looking adorable even though Jensen knows that come their dinnertime they will be little monsters. Jared is taking the opportunity to wander around in no more than a loose pair of shorts, which is distracting enough if he wasn't also pointing his camera at Jensen every few minutes.
Jensen's trying to cook their dinner so that they can eat before the animals wake up. Jared ignores his protest and wraps an arm around him from behind, his hand sliding under the front of Jensen's sweat pants. He skims his palm over Jensen's dick, breathing out against the side of his neck. The combination makes Jensen shudder back, moaning.
"Jay... You want me to burn your dinner?"
"If it means I get to have sex, then yes."
"We already had sex three times today," Jensen points out. And that's true. Jared woke him up to it, then there was the instance in the shower, and earlier they had a quick, hot fuck on the couch in the garage because Jensen decided to watch some of their more x-rated home movies while Jared did what work he could on his bike. Jared had given up quickly on that when he heard the sounds coming from the TV, and dropped everything in favor of re-enacting some of his favorite scenes.
"So? It's not like you're 90, right? It's not gonna drop off. Sure you can go at least @@@@@@@ more rounds before bedtime."
Jensen knows he won't win, and that they'll just end up ordering in like they did last night, so he turns off the stove and lets Jared have access to his mouth. Jared kisses him, still palming his dick which is definitely not protesting the possibility of more sex.
Jay releases his tongue, kiss sliding away from his mouth, and his head droops forward when Jay's mouth presses wetly to the top of his spine.
"God.. Jay, fuck.."
"Patience, young grasshopper," Jay murmurs, and Jensen shakes with a quiet laugh until he feels Jay's tongue lapping at his collarbone. He isn't letting up on Jensen's dick, either, thumbing over the crown as he slowly pumps it with his hand. Jensen's unsteady on his feet already and he finds himself leaning back against Jay, letting the other man support his weight. He relinquishes control because, secretly, it's a turn-on when Jay starts manhandling him.
Jay does it now, twisting Jensen around and pushing him forward against the kitchen island. His sweats are tugged down and they fall around his ankles, and then Jay's working into him with a finger that's slick with spit. It might bother him, if they hadn't had their third round of sex less than an hour ago. Jensen's fucked out, wide open, and it shows, but Jay's thoughtful enough to tell him to stay right where he is a couple of seconds while he grabs the KY and condoms. He comes back naked and Jensen's exactly where he was, although he's got his own hand on his dick now and is rocking into it.
Jay doesn't stop him, just starts slicking the condom around his dick up. He steps up behind Jensen, wasting no time. Jensen lets Jay take his hips in a tight grip and pull him back until he's slipping inside. Jay groans at the heat of him, at the ease of it, and Jensen tells him to shut up and fuck him because Jay's turned him into this dirty, needy fiend today and now he's got Jay's cock in him he wonders what he was being so reluctant about. He loves being fucked, loves Jay fucking him like this; it makes him appreciate and enjoy it far more when they take their time.
He grips the edge of the counter and Jay moves one arm across his stomach, pulling him back into each push forward. It borders on being too much and, if it wasn't Jay doing it, it probably would be. Jensen can feel two cool spots on his back from where Jay's nipple rings are pressing into his skin, as well as a patch of heat at his nape where Jay is breathing out over the short hair there, trying to make it last.
It doesn't work for long, because Jensen is being pulled back and held there, as Jared's mouth presses hard to his shoulder and he comes with a violent shake and a loud moan.
"Jen..."
He's about to say he can't come, he's just had too much, but then Jay is moving his hand down and curling his fingers around Jensen's, holding tightly as he helps him jack off.
"C'mon, c'mon.." Jay's speaking softly, right against the back of his ear, and he closes his eyes and concentrates on nothing but Jared's hand, his voice and his breathing. "C'mon, Jen, let go..."
Then he is letting go, and Jared's taking all of his weight again, his palm around the head of Jensen's cock to catch as much as he can. It's like he goes boneless, all his strength being released from him along with his orgasm. Jared laughs softly, holding him up as he pulls him to the lounge and down to the sofa, Jensen nearly stumbling over his sweatpants.
"You okay?" Jared asks, as they wrap around one another and come down from their high.
"Mm.."
"So you reckon.. @@@@@@@ more after dinner gets here?"
Jensen just groans, closing his eyes.
"Tryin' to beat my personal best here, Jen. Least you could do is help."
A grunt in response this time, and Jared chuckles at him, kisses the sweaty hair by his ear. "Fine, fine. Sleep it off and maybe tomorrow we can go out and find you some stamina."
Jensen doesn't hear the taunt. He's already halfway into dreams.
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS: Smoke & Lightning AU
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Summary: Jay's got this record to beat..
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
PERSONAL BEST
They have the house to themselves. Jeff and Stevie have gone to visit her family and they left Jensen and Jared with Shelby and Muzz and the run of the house. The puppy and the cat are fast asleep in Shelby's bed, looking adorable even though Jensen knows that come their dinnertime they will be little monsters. Jared is taking the opportunity to wander around in no more than a loose pair of shorts, which is distracting enough if he wasn't also pointing his camera at Jensen every few minutes.
Jensen's trying to cook their dinner so that they can eat before the animals wake up. Jared ignores his protest and wraps an arm around him from behind, his hand sliding under the front of Jensen's sweat pants. He skims his palm over Jensen's dick, breathing out against the side of his neck. The combination makes Jensen shudder back, moaning.
"Jay... You want me to burn your dinner?"
"If it means I get to have sex, then yes."
"We already had sex three times today," Jensen points out. And that's true. Jared woke him up to it, then there was the instance in the shower, and earlier they had a quick, hot fuck on the couch in the garage because Jensen decided to watch some of their more x-rated home movies while Jared did what work he could on his bike. Jared had given up quickly on that when he heard the sounds coming from the TV, and dropped everything in favor of re-enacting some of his favorite scenes.
"So? It's not like you're 90, right? It's not gonna drop off. Sure you can go at least @@@@@@@ more rounds before bedtime."
Jensen knows he won't win, and that they'll just end up ordering in like they did last night, so he turns off the stove and lets Jared have access to his mouth. Jared kisses him, still palming his dick which is definitely not protesting the possibility of more sex.
Jay releases his tongue, kiss sliding away from his mouth, and his head droops forward when Jay's mouth presses wetly to the top of his spine.
"God.. Jay, fuck.."
"Patience, young grasshopper," Jay murmurs, and Jensen shakes with a quiet laugh until he feels Jay's tongue lapping at his collarbone. He isn't letting up on Jensen's dick, either, thumbing over the crown as he slowly pumps it with his hand. Jensen's unsteady on his feet already and he finds himself leaning back against Jay, letting the other man support his weight. He relinquishes control because, secretly, it's a turn-on when Jay starts manhandling him.
Jay does it now, twisting Jensen around and pushing him forward against the kitchen island. His sweats are tugged down and they fall around his ankles, and then Jay's working into him with a finger that's slick with spit. It might bother him, if they hadn't had their third round of sex less than an hour ago. Jensen's fucked out, wide open, and it shows, but Jay's thoughtful enough to tell him to stay right where he is a couple of seconds while he grabs the KY and condoms. He comes back naked and Jensen's exactly where he was, although he's got his own hand on his dick now and is rocking into it.
Jay doesn't stop him, just starts slicking the condom around his dick up. He steps up behind Jensen, wasting no time. Jensen lets Jay take his hips in a tight grip and pull him back until he's slipping inside. Jay groans at the heat of him, at the ease of it, and Jensen tells him to shut up and fuck him because Jay's turned him into this dirty, needy fiend today and now he's got Jay's cock in him he wonders what he was being so reluctant about. He loves being fucked, loves Jay fucking him like this; it makes him appreciate and enjoy it far more when they take their time.
He grips the edge of the counter and Jay moves one arm across his stomach, pulling him back into each push forward. It borders on being too much and, if it wasn't Jay doing it, it probably would be. Jensen can feel two cool spots on his back from where Jay's nipple rings are pressing into his skin, as well as a patch of heat at his nape where Jay is breathing out over the short hair there, trying to make it last.
It doesn't work for long, because Jensen is being pulled back and held there, as Jared's mouth presses hard to his shoulder and he comes with a violent shake and a loud moan.
"Jen..."
He's about to say he can't come, he's just had too much, but then Jay is moving his hand down and curling his fingers around Jensen's, holding tightly as he helps him jack off.
"C'mon, c'mon.." Jay's speaking softly, right against the back of his ear, and he closes his eyes and concentrates on nothing but Jared's hand, his voice and his breathing. "C'mon, Jen, let go..."
Then he is letting go, and Jared's taking all of his weight again, his palm around the head of Jensen's cock to catch as much as he can. It's like he goes boneless, all his strength being released from him along with his orgasm. Jared laughs softly, holding him up as he pulls him to the lounge and down to the sofa, Jensen nearly stumbling over his sweatpants.
"You okay?" Jared asks, as they wrap around one another and come down from their high.
"Mm.."
"So you reckon.. @@@@@@@ more after dinner gets here?"
Jensen just groans, closing his eyes.
"Tryin' to beat my personal best here, Jen. Least you could do is help."
A grunt in response this time, and Jared chuckles at him, kisses the sweaty hair by his ear. "Fine, fine. Sleep it off and maybe tomorrow we can go out and find you some stamina."
Jensen doesn't hear the taunt. He's already halfway into dreams.