Hide Your Vibe - J2 - NC17 - 1/2
Title: Hide Your Vibe
Author: jeyhawk
Pairings/Characters: Jared/Jensen, Chris, Steve.
Rating: NC17 (If there was a higher rating, I would use it).
Category: Erotica!!!!
Summary: Jensen hides his secret life in faux fur pillows, Jared decides to give him a surprise he'll never forget.
Disclaimer: I don't know them, own them or make any money from them. This is just a bunch of inventive lies.
Wordcount: 10 031.
Warnings: Kink. There be cockrings and panties and nipple clamps and buttplugs.
Beta: ames1010 Love you babe!
Notes: Happy Birthday legolas_is_mine! You're a scary, kinky little fucker but I love you to bits and I can't wait to see you again. :0) Also... This may or may not be the first fic in the kink!verse. *grins*
Jared thought he knew everything there was to know about Jensen, because Jensen was his best friend and they, like, lived in each other’s pockets. He knew that Jensen didn’t like mushrooms, that he slept on the right side of the bed and that Danneel wasn’t really his girlfriend. Jensen never actually told him the truth about Danneel, but that was okay because Jared got that it was hard to be gay in Hollywood. Well, Jensen never told him he was gay, either, but hello… obvious.
Jared was completely down with the gay thing and he figured Jensen probably had a crush on him because, yeah, it wasn’t like Jensen had time to get out and meet that many other guys. He was, like, totally nice and giving about it, too, making sure to fuel Jensen’s jerk off fantasies on a regular basis so he wouldn’t feel all depressed about stuff.
Sandy had told him it was totally okay if he wanted to have sex with Jensen and he had thought about it, but it seemed a bit unfair to Jensen with the whole crush thing. Then Sandy had broken up with him because she thought that his crush on Jensen was getting out of hand, and hello, so not true. But it was cool, Sandy was still a great friend and it gave him a reason to stay over at Jensen’s for an undisclosed period of time. Sandy said that it was crush reasoning that made him want to stay at Jensen’s to heal his not at all broken heart, but he’d told her to fuck off. Stupid bitch had it completely the wrong way around.
Anyway, Jensen was out for the night hanging with Chris and Steve, so Jared had the apartment all to himself, which was actually pretty nice. He loved Jensen like a brother, but he was way too anal about certain things, like his brand new gigantic bed for example. He was all, “don’t touch my pillows, bitch,” about it, and Jared thought it was pretty unfair, especially since he obviously ordered the bed Padalecki-sized for a reason.
So of course the first thing he did when Jensen had left was to throw himself on the bed and sprawl among the stupid pillows. It wasn’t like he was going to ruin the pillows by snuggling them, and besides, if Jensen was so damned protective of his pillows he shouldn’t have bought faux fur ones, they were, like, immensely snugglable. Well at least they would be if they hadn’t been so damned lumpy. What was up with that any way? Who bought pillows with lumpy things in them?
Jared picked one up and held it to his face. It was black and snuggly soft, but when he squeezed it, there were obviously hard lumps in it - how odd. He understood that the pillows were really just for decoration, but still, even decorative pillows should be required to live up to basic pillow requirements. He turned it over and noticed a little zipper on the side and a shit eating grin spread over his face. Jensen was hiding stuff in his pillows and Jared was going to find out exactly what it was.
~*~
Jensen was having a good time with Steve and Chris, he really was. It was Chris and Steve - it was impossible to not have a good time with them - but he was worried about leaving Jared alone in his apartment. It wasn’t like Jared snooped or anything, but Jensen’s secrets just seemed to throw themselves at him. He’d already accidentally found Jensen’s silk panties and okay, he’d said that those were Danneel’s, but still it had been a near miss.
Jared had pointed out that Danneel must have a bigger ass than she looked to have and then he’d held a pair up to himself, and damned if that hadn’t almost made Jensen come in his pants. It wasn’t like Jensen was kinky or anything, but silk panties felt damned nice against his cock and the mere thought of Jared wearing a pair was the stuff jerk off fantasies were made of.
Then there had been the thing with the Gay Kama Sutra that had actually thrown itself from the bookshelf, hitting Jared on the head. So, yeah, Jared had banged into the shelf, but still, any other book could have hit him instead. Jensen had claimed it was a gag gift from Chris and of course Jared had bought it, because it was Chris, he’d totally do something like that.
Jensen had almost died on the spot, though, when Jared started looking through it laughing at some pictures and looking thoughtfully at others. He had then proceeded to tell Jensen that he had never taken it up the ass, but that he wasn’t fully adverse to the idea. It had taken Jensen an hour of private time in the shower before he was ready to face Jared again.
Then there had been the whole thing with Jensen’s jerk off pics of Jared that Jared had accidentally found when looking for tape. Jared had looked them through and then given Jensen a look. Jensen had just been about to give some bullshit explanation about why he had so many pics of Jared shirtless, looking hotter than fucking life, when Jared had said something about whatever it was Jensen was planning for his birthday, he so didn’t want to know.
Of course Jared had then picked out one of the pics where he looked really fucking buff, pulling his shirt off to see in the mirror if he still looked like that. That had been another hour in the shower right there, and Jared really shouldn’t be so forthcoming.
Jensen was dragged out of his musings when his phone vibrated in his pocket and he fished it out, surprised to see Jared's name flashing on the screen, together with a picture of his smiling face. Jensen touched the screen with a finger, grinning to himself.
“Dude, you’re sick,” Chris said, snagging the phone out of his hand. “This is Chris on Jensen’s phone.”
“Give that back,” Jensen said in near panic, trying to get to Chris and the phone. The mere thought of Chris talking to Jared was making kittens drop dead all over the world.
Unfortunately, Steve always had Chris’s back and Jensen found himself pinned down in his seat as Chris took off, talking in his phone.
“You don’t understand,” Jensen said, struggling against Steve's arm around his waist. “Letting Chris talk to Jared is like killing puppies.”
Steve laughed and held him tighter. “Chris's not a bad guy.”
Jensen gave him an incredulous look. “Steve… seriously… you don’t mean that.”
Steve looked thoughtful for a moment. “No, maybe I don’t… but he’s the good kind of bad guy. You’ll see.”
Jensen pressed his lips together and gave up his struggles. He really hated when Chris and Steve teamed up on him, as they said, for his own good. Stupid meddlers were what they were. They thought that just because they sailed through life on a pink tinted cloud, everybody else should, too, but sometimes it didn’t work out like that.
Chris came walking back towards the table, with two new beers in one hand and Jensen’s phone in the other. Jensen didn’t know what worried him more, the fact that Chris hadn’t brought a beer for him, or that he was wearing a shit eating grin that would have been unbecoming on anyone else.
Chris slid back into the booth, putting the beer down in front of Steve and giving Jensen his phone back. Jensen stared at it like it had been polluted, which it had, thank you very much. There was no saying where Chris’s hands last were, but it probably wasn’t on his own cock, Steve looked way too relaxed for that.
“What are you still doing here?” Chris asked after a few moments. “I really, really think you want to go home right about now.”
“What?” Jensen squeaked.
“Oh…” Chris really had a striking resemblance to the devil sometimes. “It’s just a feeling.”
Jensen didn’t even bother to say goodbye before taking off, punching in Jared's number as he went. Chris was a meddling motherfucker and Jensen was going to kill him as soon as he managed to separate him from Steve long enough.
~*~
So the contents of the pillows had been a bit of a surprise, but not really that much, because Jared had figured Jensen was hiding toys somewhere. He hadn’t quite expected there to be so many, though, or so kinky. Seemed Jensen had this whole secret life where he liked to wear panties, ass jewellery and silver cockrings. He hadn’t quite expected his cock to damned near rip his pants from just looking at the stuff either, but, yeah, maybe Sandy did have a point.
He’d brought one of the butt plugs to the bathroom, just holding it in his hand while he jerked off, coming all over the place in about ten seconds. Then he’d gone back to the bounty and slipped one of the cockrings on. He hadn’t worn one for years, not since he first started dating Sandy, but it looked good hugging the base of his cock and balls, especially when he grew fully hard again from just picturing Jensen using some of the stuff laid out on the bed.
It was around that time he’d called Jensen and gotten Chris instead. He’d completely accidentally told Chris about finding the bounty and Chris had laughed for a full two minutes before asking him how he felt about it. Now, Jared didn’t have a filter installed between his mouth and his dick, so he’d admitted that he was incredibly turned on and wearing one of Jensen’s cockrings.
Chris had laughed for another two minutes before giving Jared some advice on what else he should be wearing when Jensen got home and Jared was a good boy, so he’d followed his instructions very carefully. It turned out that silk panties really felt fucking nice to wear and that Jared was, like, made to have butt sex. Chris had told him that putting the butt plug into his virgin ass might be a bit uncomfortable, but it had just felt really, really fucking nice. So nice, in fact, that if he hadn’t already been wearing the torture device from Hell, he would have come all over himself.
The nipple clamps felt really damned good, too, and by the time he was finished dressing up for Jensen, he was so flushed that it felt as if he was on fire. Every move he made shifted the plug inside of him, sending ripples of pleasure through his body, and the silk chafed against his sensitized cock, keeping it tight against his stomach with the crown peeping out above the waistband, smearing his stomach with precome. When he put his robe on, one of the clamps snagged on the terry cloth and the bolt of pulsing pleasure that went through him almost sent him to his knees.
It was amazing that he actually managed to clear the bed and rearrange the pillows before Jensen came home, because he was a whimpering, sweating, shivering mess when he was done, needing to come so badly he almost couldn’t make himself wait. Jensen better appreciate his hard work, or Jared would probably kill him, after he’d ripped the ring off and come all over Jensen’s prone body, willing participant or not.
Jensen called just as Jared was sliding down on the couch to wait for him, but he didn’t trust himself enough to answer. Just hearing Jensen’s voice would probably have him coming, cockring be damned. As it was, he couldn’t stop squirming on the couch, rubbing the buttplug against his prostate and his hand against the silk of the panties. Little whimpering moans kept escaping his mouth and he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have been able to keep it together for an entire phone conversation, however brief.
~*~
Jensen had a bad feeling as he took the elevator up to his apartment. Jared wasn’t answering his phone and Jared had just been on the phone with Chris of all people. Chris had probably told Jared about the pillows and now Jared was being all mortified and shocked about his findings.
One thing was sure, though, if Chris had just cost Jensen his best friend, Jensen would kill him. He had meant to tell Jared about being gay and maybe, like, drop it into conversation that he didn’t just like vanilla stuff, but the better friends they had become, the harder it had been to tell.
Jared meant the world Jensen, he was the world to Jensen and he knew that it was really fucking stupid of him to be keeping this huge fucking secret. But if he told Jared that he was gay now, Jared would figure out who he was gay for and that just wasn’t kosher. Of course Jared would probably be all great about it, but it would still get in between them and Jensen didn’t want anything between them. Especially not stupid things like clothes and big honking crushes.
He unlocked the door with shaking fingers and stepped inside. Everything seemed normal enough, and Jared's shoes were still inside the door where he’d last kicked them off.
“I’m home,” he called out, nervousness making his voice unusually high pitched.
“In here,” Jared called from the living room and he sounded odd, like he was seriously out of breath.
Jensen toed his shoes off and let his jacket drop to the floor with a frown. Was Jared jerking off again? His cock sure hoped that was the case, and no matter the outcome of the evening, Jensen would need some private time in the bathroom again. It was a good thing he’d taken to wearing the tightest boxer briefs in the history of the world, or Jared would have realized that Jensen had a damned near permanent hard on lately.
Jared was on the couch when Jensen walked in, watching TV with the sound muted, dressed in his ratty old robe. He had his long legs spread wide and Jensen’s mouth watered a little at the sight.
“Hey,” Jensen said with a smile.
“Hey,” Jared answered and he still sounded odd. Come think of it, he looked kind of odd, too, sweaty and flushed like he’d been for a run around the neighbourhood. It was way hot and Jensen squirmed a little, wondering if he could excuse himself to the bathroom right away.
“Seriously,” Jared said, turning his head and pinning Jensen with his eyes, pupils blown so wide they looked black. “If you don’t get over here and blow me right this very second, I’m going to fucking implode.”
Jensen swallowed, biting the inside of his cheek to make sure it wasn’t just another one of those dreams. “I… uh… what do you mean?”
“Blow. Me,” Jared ground out, reaching up and pulling the robe apart.
“Jesus,” Jensen whispered, but he was on his knees between Jared's spread legs in a heartbeat.
Jared moved one hand to cradle his head, while the other pulled the panties down enough to free his rock hard cock and wonderfully tight balls. Jensen whimpered at the sight of the cockring hugging the base of Jared's cock and balls, reaching up to trace the warm metal with a finger. Jared groaned, his entire body convulsing, and Jensen realized he hadn’t been kidding about how worked up he was.
He looked up at Jared's flushed face, his cock throbbing, when his eyes skated over the nipple clamps. Had anyone asked him ten minutes ago, he could have sworn Jared didn’t have a kinky bone in his body, but it seemed that maybe Jensen hadn’t been the only one keeping secrets.
“Jen… Please,” Jared gasped, tightening his hold on Jensen’s skull.
Jensen obediently bent forward, wrapping one hand around the base of Jared's cock as he opened up wide and let the bulbous head slide into his mouth. Jared's taste exploded across his tongue and he moaned deep in his throat, rubbing his tongue over the leaking slit.
“God… Jen…” Jared groaned brokenly, his hips slamming up against Jensen’s face, nearly knocking him over with the force of it.
Jensen gagged and pulled off Jared's cock to suck in a few deep breaths.
“Sorry,” Jared panted, his free hand flittering over Jensen’s face until his thumb found Jensen’s spit slick lips, rubbing over them. “I didn’t mean…”
“S’okay,” Jensen assured him, bending forward again, but making sure to brace his arm against Jared's abdomen this time.
He let Jared's cock slide into his mouth, rubbing his tongue over and around the head while he tried to get used to the girth. Jared was a big boy; Jensen was surprised he’d even found a cockring in Jensen’s selection that he could wear. He bobbed his head up and down, letting his hand move over what couldn’t fit into his mouth. It certainly wasn’t even close to the best blow job he’d ever given, but if Jared's constant stream of moans and incoherent words were anything to judge from, he wasn’t about to file a complaint any time soon.
“God… Jen… Please… Just… Please…” Jared panted, his voice raw and broken.
Jensen intensified his suckling, rubbing his tongue over the sensitive underside while he reached up blindly until he found one of the clamps, tugging on it. Both Jared's hands locked on his head, keeping him still while Jared bucked up and came with a loud yell, jet after jet of semen hitting the back of Jensen’s throat, leaving him struggling to breathe and swallow at the same time.
Jared fell back against the couch, his grip on Jensen’s head loosening to become a light petting as Jensen carefully removed the cockring, putting it to the side. Despite his monumental orgasm, Jared was still half hard and when Jensen looked up, Jared was grinning at him.
“C’mere,” Jared murmured and Jensen practically jumped onto Jared's lap, straddling him with his knees against the couch cushions.
Jared's hands slid around him to cup his ass, making him shudder and press closer.
“I love your mouth,” Jared murmured, resting their foreheads together.
Jensen was going to say something about that Jared had been in no condition to fully appreciate his mouth, when Jared moved one hand to cup him through his jeans and his words died in a groan.
“Yeah,” he moaned when Jared squeezed him, his hips jerking against Jared's palm. “Jared…”
“So hard for me, baby,” Jared mused, sliding his palm slowly up and down the inseam of Jensen’s jeans. “So fucking hard for me.”
“Yeah,” Jensen agreed, shifting his hips in an attempt to spread his legs wider and press harder against Jared's hand. He was so fucking hard for Jared, had been for months, and fuck him if something as simple as a huge ass hand cradling his dick wasn’t going to make him come sometime in the next few seconds.
Jared chuckled when it happened, squeezing Jensen rhythmically through his orgasm, while rubbing circles on his ass. Jensen just clung to Jared's shoulders, shaking and gasping with the force of the white-hot pleasure coursing through his body.
“So hot,” Jared murmured against his ear. “So fucking hot, Jen.”
Jensen shivered, collapsing against Jared's chest, hoping Jared would let him stay in his arms for a while.
~*~
So, Jared had never really considered gay sex. He understood the basics and all, but before Jensen, he had never really considered it something he would be interested in. Guys could get on with guys however much they liked, but Jared, he was a ladies man. Then Jensen happened and maybe he’d been thinking about it a little more often and, uh, with his cock in hand, but he still hadn’t really thought about it - as in really doing it.
He was thinking a whole lot about it now, though, with a lapful of blissed out Jensen, a buttplug sending shivers of excitement up his spine, and his hard on pressed up against his stomach. He wanted gay sex, the whole ordeal. He wanted to fuck Jensen in the ass, then he wanted to lick and suck and tease Jensen until he was fully hard again and then he wanted Jensen to fuck him in the ass.
Jensen clearly thought that this had been the main act and that now was the time for snuggles and heart to hearts. Man, was he wrong. Jared slid his hands down to cup Jensen’s ass again, amazed by how well the firm globes fit into his hands.
“Jen,” he murmured and Jensen lifted his head from Jared's shoulder, giving him a slightly wary look.
“I…” Jensen began, but Jared cut him off with a kiss.
This was so not the time for substantial talking and Jensen should get with the program. Substantial talking would only lead to difficult questions like how and what and why and are you gay? Kissing on the other hand, kissing was good. In fact, so good that Jared wondered if maybe he should spend the rest of his life kissing Jensen, with occasional bouts of ass fucking and cock sucking in between.
Jensen was an awesome kisser, all tongue and lips and hands and tiny little nips that made Jared's head spin and his cock swell even further. He bunched Jensen’s t-shirt up in his hands and pulled it up until Jensen got the hint and broke the kiss long enough to let Jared pull it off, before diving right back into the kiss, twining his tongue around Jared's in slow, lazy circles until Jared sucked it into his mouth.
Jared's fingers made short work of Jensen’s zipper, pushing his jeans down as far as they would go, which wasn’t very far, so he slid his hands into them instead, squeezing Jensen’s Padalecki-sized globes in his hands. Jensen groaned into his mouth, breaking free to suck in a few much needed breaths.
Jared took advantage of the lull in kissing. “Naked. Now,” he ordered with a rasp and Jensen was up from his lap and shimmying out of his jeans and boxer briefs in a second. He pulled off his socks, too, before sliding down onto Jared's lap again, and naked was really so much better.
“I wanna fuck you, Jen,” Jared murmured between heated kisses. “Can I? Please?”
“God, yeah…” Jensen groaned, grinding his hips against Jared's stomach, letting Jared feel just how much he approved of that particular idea.
Jared fumbled around on the couch until he found the lube he’d brought with him, snapping the cap off the tube and coating his fingers liberally. He’d never actually done this before, but it wasn’t rocket science or anything. He was sure he’d be able to get it right. He brought his slick fingers around Jensen to slide down the cleft of his ass, making Jensen moan with appreciation, jutting his ass out to make it easier for Jared to reach his destination.
He licked his lips when his questing fingertips found the puckered opening, rubbing his fingers over and around it until Jensen started rocking his hips impatiently, breathing encouragements against Jared's ear in a husky drawl that set Jared’s cock on fire.
Pressing his lips against Jensen’s collarbone, Jared slowly pushed one finger into Jensen’s body and seriously, one finger was a tight fit, how the fuck would Jensen be able to take his cock? Jensen pushed back against his finger, taking it in as far as it would go, making an appreciative noise against Jared's shoulder. Jared moved his finger in and out a few times, the movement feeling odd and not at all like finger fucking a girl. Jensen was tighter and hotter, but not as slick and welcoming.
“Add another,” Jensen panted against his shoulder, and Jared was glad that one of them knew what they were doing. It had been much easier to prepare himself for the damned buttplug, because he wasn’t scared of hurting himself and he’d been so worked up at the time that he wouldn’t really have cared. He pulled his finger out and pushed two back in, Jensen’s body opening up to let him in and squeezing to keep him there.
“Yeah,” Jensen sighed, rocking back and forth, and Jared couldn’t for the life of him figure out what he got out of it aside from the odd feeling of having someone’s finger up his ass. Jared was nothing if not determined, though, so he scissored his fingers slightly, spreading them to open Jensen up wider.
Jensen groaned, lifting his head from Jared's shoulder to kiss him like a porn star, all tongue and open mouth and panting breath. Since two fingers seemed to be easy enough, Jared pulled his fingers out and added more lube before slowly sliding three fingers in, making Jensen groan and throw his head back. Watching Jensen’s face, Jared crooked his fingers slightly, pushing in and up until Jensen’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and he damned near yelled.
Grinning, Jared made sure to familiarize himself with the spot, working his fingertips over the bundle of nerves until Jensen was near sobbing with pleasure, undulating on Jared's fingers.
“God,” Jensen groaned. “God… Jared… fuck me… please…”
Breath hitching, Jared groped around for the lube with his free hand, finding the slick tube and squeezing a liberal amount over his rock hard cock. He hissed when the lukewarm fluid slithered over his heated skin, making his cock throb even harder. Biting his tongue, he suddenly realized something and, damn, it really had been a long time since he did this with anyone but Sandy.
“Condoms… Jen… I don’t…”
“Fuck the condoms,” Jensen ground out, opening his eyes to look at Jared. “Get that cock inside…. oh god… me now.”
Jared didn’t really need more initiative than that, so he pulled his fingers out of Jensen’s body with a slick pop, scooting down slightly so it would be easier for Jensen to get into position. The shift moved the plug inside of him to grate against his prostate and he groaned out loud.
Jensen shifted around until Jared's cock was nosing at his hole, catching his bottom lip between his lips in such an adorable way that Jared just had to bend forward and suck it into his own mouth instead. Jared canted his hips up a little at the same time as Jensen sank down, both of them groaning as Jared's cock slid past the initial resistance.
“Slow,” Jensen panted, his forehead set in a frown.
“I don’t want to… jesus… hurt you,” Jared panted. Between Jensen’s squeezing the head of his cock like a fucking vice, the buttplug pressing against his prostate and the nipple clamps biting his sensitive nipples, Jared was having a hard time remembering how to breathe.
“It’s good,” Jensen panted, sinking down another inch, but it was very obviously a lie.
Jared moved one of his hands from Jensen’s hip to curl around his wilting cock, jacking it back to full hardness with long, sure strokes. Jensen groaned, tilting his head back, giving Jared a view of his long freckled neck. He sank down another inch and Jared moaned, his hand on Jensen’s cock faltering.
“God… Jen… It’s okay if you can’t… jesus… take me.”
Jensen’s head snapped up and he looked eyes with Jared before sinking all the way down in one long, fluid motion. Jared actually yowled, his hips slamming up to meet Jensen’s ass before he could stop himself.
Jensen made a low keening sound and Jared was so sure he’d hurt him that he just froze, his entire body as tense as a bowstring.
“Jen,” he whispered, his hands coming up to frame his face. “Jen… are you okay?”
Jensen was panting for breath, his mouth open in an ‘O,’ eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.
“God, Jen,” Jared said frantically, rubbing his thumbs over Jensen’s cheekbones. “Talk to me.”
Jensen’s eyes opened wide and they were so black that there was only a sliver of jade left around the pupil. “Now we’re talking,” Jensen croaked, before lifting himself and sliding down again, another whimper escaping him. “Huge and fucking perfect,” he breathed, his fingers digging in to Jared's shoulder.
Jared could only lean back and watch in awe as Jensen fucked himself on his cock, a look of complete bliss on his sweaty, flushed face. Random words kept spilling from Jensen’s lips, an incoherent jumble of huge, yeah, fuck, so good, Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay that was hotter than fucking life. Every down-thrust of Jensen’s hips shifted the plug inside of him and sent pleasure skittering through his body, and in combination with the red hot pressure around his cock, it was enough to have him on the edge in minutes.
Jensen was scrunching up his face and chewing at his lips while he slid one hand down to fist his own cock, seemingly unable to reach that final peak. Jared just couldn’t stop staring at the hotness that was Jensen, his flushed chest, the sweat running down his face, his kiss bruised lips and the cock sliding slickly through his tight fist. It didn’t feel right to let Jensen do all the work, though, so he tightened his hands on Jensen’s hips, halting his movements.
“No,” Jensen whined, the hand on his cock working faster.
“On your knees,” Jared ordered, his voice hoarse with need and relentless moaning. “Let me fuck you… Hard, fast and deep like I know you want it.”
Jensen slid off Jared's cock with a whimper, scrambling to get to his hands and knees on the soft cushions of the couch. He pushed his ass in the air shamelessly, giving Jared a perfect view of his flexing opening. Jared really couldn’t get behind him fast enough, chucking the robe as he went, letting it twine around his knees as he pressed up against Jensen’s back, biting down on one sweaty shoulder.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, feeding Jensen an inch of his aching cock before pulling out again.
“God,” Jensen groaned, trying to spread his legs even wider. “God… Jay… YES.”
Jared slammed into him in one long, hard thrust that had his balls slapping against Jensen’s ass. Jensen shouted hoarsely, throwing his head back, but this time Jared knew that he loved it. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming in again, nearly toppling Jensen over with the force of it, but Jensen was loving every second. Each forceful thrust had him wailing with pleasure, struggling to get enough leverage to push back against Jared's snapping hips.
Jared curled his fingers around Jensen’s hip bones and let himself go, fucking Jensen with abandon, every thrust rocking him to the core. No one had ever been able to take him like this, completely without restraint, no one but Jensen, whose slick, hard body was like an ode to sex and from whose lips the filthiest things spilled with every thrust grinding against his prostate.
Jared didn’t even bother to reach for Jensen’s cock, because he was sure he could make him come with just his cock, and it didn’t take that many thrust before Jensen proved him right, coming all over the couch with a keening wail that must have been heard all the way to Vancouver. Jared grabbed his cock then, drawing out Jensen’s orgasm until his own hips stuttered and he filled Jensen to the brim with his semen, grinding against him through the aftershocks before he finally pulled out, collapsing back on his haunches.
Jensen was still on all fours, panting harshly for breath, sweat gleaming off his body and running down his arms. Jared's eyes zeroed in on his abused hole and the semen slowly trickling out of it. Jensen was his now, inside and out, and he’d be damned if anyone would ever get to touch him again.
~*~
Jensen had never been so thoroughly fucked in his life. Jared Padalecki was a fucking sex god - who would have guessed? Everything about him, from his huge-ass hands and filthy mouth, to his gigantic fucking cock was perfect. He’d just made Jensen ruin his very expensive couch with come stains, and he couldn’t even bring himself to care. That was how fucking great Jared was and as soon as Jensen got his breath back he was going to tell him that.
Of course Jared chose that very moment to bend forward and lick Jensen’s hole, which kind of made coherency impossible. Jensen made an embarrassing sound, his arms giving out on him, leaving him with his face in the cushion and his ass against Jared's face. No one had ever rimmed him before. He’d done it a few times, but no one had ever done him and, oh my fucking god, it was fantastic. Jared's wet-slick tongue slid over his hole over and over again, eating his come out of Jensen’s blissed out body until Jensen couldn’t even remember his own name.
A few minutes ago he would have thought he’d never get an erection again, but fuck if his cock wasn’t trying its damnest, slowly filling up with blood. Jared must be like a fucking energizer bunny to go at it again, not that Jensen was complaining, because, dude, he was flying high.
Jared suddenly flipped him over and Jensen made a surprised little sound, blinking up at Jared, who was all of a sudden hovering above him. He was simply gorgeous, eyes shining, lips pouty and swollen, hair wet with perspiration and roses of high color on his cheeks. Jensen pulled him down for a long, panted, open-mouthed kiss, wrapping his legs around Jared when he collapsed on top of him.
Jared was thrusting lazy against him, Jensen’s cock sliding through the mix of sweat and come between their stomachs until it was fully hard again, aiming for round three.
“Jared,” Jensen panted, tangling his fingers in Jared's wet hair. “Oh my fucking God.”
“Want you to fuck me,” Jared panted against his mouth before licking his way into another kiss. “God… want you inside of me.”
“Jesus,” Jensen groaned, arching up against his stomach. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Want it,” Jared whispered. “Been thinking about it all night.”
Using a strength and agility Jensen didn’t even know he possessed at the moment, he managed to flip them over so that he was on top, looking down into Jared's face.
“You sure?” he asked hoarsely, fumbling around for the lube.
“Oh yeah,” Jared said, his eyes glittering. “I’m so fucking ready for this.”
Jensen’s fingertips found the lube and pulled it up to rest beside Jared's hip, where he would easily be able to find it, before inching down Jared's body. He winced when he realized that Jared was still wearing the clamps. Even though they weren’t set very tightly, Jared's nipples ought to be really sore by now. He gently removed them, making Jared shudder and groan when blood rushed back to the pinched flesh, making the swollen buds glow red against his skin.
“Jesus,” Jensen breathed, bending down and fastening his mouth over one of them, gently rubbing the tip of his tongue over the abused flesh until Jared was doing his best to fuck his stomach, moaning repeatedly.
Jensen lifted his head to find Jared watching him intently with his hands fisted in the pillows under his head.
“Hurry, Jen,” he breathed and Jensen obliged, moving lower.
Jared's cock was curling towards his stomach, already fully hard and Jensen realized that Jared was still wearing the panties bunched up under his balls. If he hadn’t been rock hard already, the sight of the soiled red satin would certainly have done the trick. Keeping his eyes on Jared's face, he ripped the seams of the panties, pulling them away. Jared licked his lips and lifted his long legs towards his stomach with a grin.
Jensen frowned slightly, looking down and, oh my God. Jared was wearing a buttplug. He had been wearing one all this time and, damn, if that thought didn’t almost make Jensen come. It was one of Jensen’s decorative ones with a shiny piece of jewellery for base and the blue crystal glinted at him like it was winking.
“Jesus, Jay,” he groaned, reaching out to press his fingers against the base, earning himself a loud moan from Jared.
Suddenly, he couldn’t be inside Jared fast enough and he grabbed the base, slowly pulling the plug out of Jared's tight body. When it was almost out, Jared stretched wide around it, he let it slip back in, making Jared wail with pleasure. He repeated the move a couple of times, grounding his own cock against the couch before finally pulling it free of Jared's body.
He found the lube and slicked his fingers up, pushing two inside at the same time, as he moved up and sucked Jared's cock into his mouth. Jared nearly shot off the couch, his voice dying in the middle of a scream and, yeah, Jensen wanted to hear more of that. He spread his fingers wide, making sure that Jared was wide open for him, sliding his mouth up and down Jared's cock. Jared tasted like a mix of come and him and that was way hotter than it had any right to be. Jensen couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had unprotected sex, and it felt as if it meant something.
“Now… Please…” Jared grunted, tugging at Jensen’s hair and even though Jensen was pretty damned good where he was, the thought of actually being the first person to fuck Jared was irresistible.
He crawled up Jared's body until he could reach his lips, fusing their mouths together in a long, drowsy kiss while he fumbled with the lube. He finally managed to get the cap open and slicked himself up with massive amounts of the stuff, suddenly scared of hurting Jared. He wasn’t huge like Jared, but he wasn’t tiny either.
“Pull your legs up,” he ordered, looking into Jared's pleasure hazed eyes.
Jared shifted, bringing his knees up against his stomach, keeping his eyes locked on Jensen’s face. Jensen licked his lips and shifted until his cock was pressed up against Jared's opening.
“Do it,” Jared said simply and Jensen pushed forward.
Jared's faced showed nothing but pleasure as Jensen slowly slid into his tight heat, the buttplug having opened him wide enough to take Jensen without much discomfort.
“Yeah,” Jared murmured, once Jensen was fully buried inside. “Just… yeah.”
It was different this time, slower and sweeter, their tongues tangling and moans getting lost between their lips as Jensen rocked into Jared with lazy thrusts. Jared's fingers skated over his back, digging into hard muscles when Jensen shifted to hit the right spot. Jensen had his fingers buried in Jared's hair, showering Jared's face and lips with messy panted kisses.
It felt as every twitch of his hips rocked him to the core, Jared pliant and open beneath him, every lazy thrust of Jensen’s making him groan. It was hard to believe that Jared had never done this before, that he’d never let anyone sink into him like this, but the thinly veiled wonder on his face made it believable, and just that much hotter.
The pleasure was slowly building to a fever pitch in Jensen’s stomach and he wanted to take Jared with him. He shifted slightly, moving his right arms in between their bodies, aiming for Jared's cock, but Jared stopped him with a hand to his wrist, catching Jensen’s hand and interlacing their fingers.
“No,” he murmured. “This is enough.”
Jensen shivered, almost coming at the spot. “You sure?” he asked, pressing a kiss to Jared's jaw line.
“Uh huh,” Jared answered, turning his head and fusing their lips together.
A few seconds later Jared proved he wasn’t a liar by coming all over Jensen’s stomach, arching up from the couch with a load groan and the mere thought that he’d just made Jared come, coupled with the clenching of Jared's already tight body, had Jensen coming too, buried deep inside Jared's pulsing body. He kept moving for a few moments before collapsing on Jared's chest with a blissed out moan. He was never going to move again.
Part Two
Author: jeyhawk
Pairings/Characters: Jared/Jensen, Chris, Steve.
Rating: NC17 (If there was a higher rating, I would use it).
Category: Erotica!!!!
Summary: Jensen hides his secret life in faux fur pillows, Jared decides to give him a surprise he'll never forget.
Disclaimer: I don't know them, own them or make any money from them. This is just a bunch of inventive lies.
Wordcount: 10 031.
Warnings: Kink. There be cockrings and panties and nipple clamps and buttplugs.
Beta: ames1010 Love you babe!
Notes: Happy Birthday legolas_is_mine! You're a scary, kinky little fucker but I love you to bits and I can't wait to see you again. :0) Also... This may or may not be the first fic in the kink!verse. *grins*
Jared thought he knew everything there was to know about Jensen, because Jensen was his best friend and they, like, lived in each other’s pockets. He knew that Jensen didn’t like mushrooms, that he slept on the right side of the bed and that Danneel wasn’t really his girlfriend. Jensen never actually told him the truth about Danneel, but that was okay because Jared got that it was hard to be gay in Hollywood. Well, Jensen never told him he was gay, either, but hello… obvious.
Jared was completely down with the gay thing and he figured Jensen probably had a crush on him because, yeah, it wasn’t like Jensen had time to get out and meet that many other guys. He was, like, totally nice and giving about it, too, making sure to fuel Jensen’s jerk off fantasies on a regular basis so he wouldn’t feel all depressed about stuff.
Sandy had told him it was totally okay if he wanted to have sex with Jensen and he had thought about it, but it seemed a bit unfair to Jensen with the whole crush thing. Then Sandy had broken up with him because she thought that his crush on Jensen was getting out of hand, and hello, so not true. But it was cool, Sandy was still a great friend and it gave him a reason to stay over at Jensen’s for an undisclosed period of time. Sandy said that it was crush reasoning that made him want to stay at Jensen’s to heal his not at all broken heart, but he’d told her to fuck off. Stupid bitch had it completely the wrong way around.
Anyway, Jensen was out for the night hanging with Chris and Steve, so Jared had the apartment all to himself, which was actually pretty nice. He loved Jensen like a brother, but he was way too anal about certain things, like his brand new gigantic bed for example. He was all, “don’t touch my pillows, bitch,” about it, and Jared thought it was pretty unfair, especially since he obviously ordered the bed Padalecki-sized for a reason.
So of course the first thing he did when Jensen had left was to throw himself on the bed and sprawl among the stupid pillows. It wasn’t like he was going to ruin the pillows by snuggling them, and besides, if Jensen was so damned protective of his pillows he shouldn’t have bought faux fur ones, they were, like, immensely snugglable. Well at least they would be if they hadn’t been so damned lumpy. What was up with that any way? Who bought pillows with lumpy things in them?
Jared picked one up and held it to his face. It was black and snuggly soft, but when he squeezed it, there were obviously hard lumps in it - how odd. He understood that the pillows were really just for decoration, but still, even decorative pillows should be required to live up to basic pillow requirements. He turned it over and noticed a little zipper on the side and a shit eating grin spread over his face. Jensen was hiding stuff in his pillows and Jared was going to find out exactly what it was.
~*~
Jensen was having a good time with Steve and Chris, he really was. It was Chris and Steve - it was impossible to not have a good time with them - but he was worried about leaving Jared alone in his apartment. It wasn’t like Jared snooped or anything, but Jensen’s secrets just seemed to throw themselves at him. He’d already accidentally found Jensen’s silk panties and okay, he’d said that those were Danneel’s, but still it had been a near miss.
Jared had pointed out that Danneel must have a bigger ass than she looked to have and then he’d held a pair up to himself, and damned if that hadn’t almost made Jensen come in his pants. It wasn’t like Jensen was kinky or anything, but silk panties felt damned nice against his cock and the mere thought of Jared wearing a pair was the stuff jerk off fantasies were made of.
Then there had been the thing with the Gay Kama Sutra that had actually thrown itself from the bookshelf, hitting Jared on the head. So, yeah, Jared had banged into the shelf, but still, any other book could have hit him instead. Jensen had claimed it was a gag gift from Chris and of course Jared had bought it, because it was Chris, he’d totally do something like that.
Jensen had almost died on the spot, though, when Jared started looking through it laughing at some pictures and looking thoughtfully at others. He had then proceeded to tell Jensen that he had never taken it up the ass, but that he wasn’t fully adverse to the idea. It had taken Jensen an hour of private time in the shower before he was ready to face Jared again.
Then there had been the whole thing with Jensen’s jerk off pics of Jared that Jared had accidentally found when looking for tape. Jared had looked them through and then given Jensen a look. Jensen had just been about to give some bullshit explanation about why he had so many pics of Jared shirtless, looking hotter than fucking life, when Jared had said something about whatever it was Jensen was planning for his birthday, he so didn’t want to know.
Of course Jared had then picked out one of the pics where he looked really fucking buff, pulling his shirt off to see in the mirror if he still looked like that. That had been another hour in the shower right there, and Jared really shouldn’t be so forthcoming.
Jensen was dragged out of his musings when his phone vibrated in his pocket and he fished it out, surprised to see Jared's name flashing on the screen, together with a picture of his smiling face. Jensen touched the screen with a finger, grinning to himself.
“Dude, you’re sick,” Chris said, snagging the phone out of his hand. “This is Chris on Jensen’s phone.”
“Give that back,” Jensen said in near panic, trying to get to Chris and the phone. The mere thought of Chris talking to Jared was making kittens drop dead all over the world.
Unfortunately, Steve always had Chris’s back and Jensen found himself pinned down in his seat as Chris took off, talking in his phone.
“You don’t understand,” Jensen said, struggling against Steve's arm around his waist. “Letting Chris talk to Jared is like killing puppies.”
Steve laughed and held him tighter. “Chris's not a bad guy.”
Jensen gave him an incredulous look. “Steve… seriously… you don’t mean that.”
Steve looked thoughtful for a moment. “No, maybe I don’t… but he’s the good kind of bad guy. You’ll see.”
Jensen pressed his lips together and gave up his struggles. He really hated when Chris and Steve teamed up on him, as they said, for his own good. Stupid meddlers were what they were. They thought that just because they sailed through life on a pink tinted cloud, everybody else should, too, but sometimes it didn’t work out like that.
Chris came walking back towards the table, with two new beers in one hand and Jensen’s phone in the other. Jensen didn’t know what worried him more, the fact that Chris hadn’t brought a beer for him, or that he was wearing a shit eating grin that would have been unbecoming on anyone else.
Chris slid back into the booth, putting the beer down in front of Steve and giving Jensen his phone back. Jensen stared at it like it had been polluted, which it had, thank you very much. There was no saying where Chris’s hands last were, but it probably wasn’t on his own cock, Steve looked way too relaxed for that.
“What are you still doing here?” Chris asked after a few moments. “I really, really think you want to go home right about now.”
“What?” Jensen squeaked.
“Oh…” Chris really had a striking resemblance to the devil sometimes. “It’s just a feeling.”
Jensen didn’t even bother to say goodbye before taking off, punching in Jared's number as he went. Chris was a meddling motherfucker and Jensen was going to kill him as soon as he managed to separate him from Steve long enough.
~*~
So the contents of the pillows had been a bit of a surprise, but not really that much, because Jared had figured Jensen was hiding toys somewhere. He hadn’t quite expected there to be so many, though, or so kinky. Seemed Jensen had this whole secret life where he liked to wear panties, ass jewellery and silver cockrings. He hadn’t quite expected his cock to damned near rip his pants from just looking at the stuff either, but, yeah, maybe Sandy did have a point.
He’d brought one of the butt plugs to the bathroom, just holding it in his hand while he jerked off, coming all over the place in about ten seconds. Then he’d gone back to the bounty and slipped one of the cockrings on. He hadn’t worn one for years, not since he first started dating Sandy, but it looked good hugging the base of his cock and balls, especially when he grew fully hard again from just picturing Jensen using some of the stuff laid out on the bed.
It was around that time he’d called Jensen and gotten Chris instead. He’d completely accidentally told Chris about finding the bounty and Chris had laughed for a full two minutes before asking him how he felt about it. Now, Jared didn’t have a filter installed between his mouth and his dick, so he’d admitted that he was incredibly turned on and wearing one of Jensen’s cockrings.
Chris had laughed for another two minutes before giving Jared some advice on what else he should be wearing when Jensen got home and Jared was a good boy, so he’d followed his instructions very carefully. It turned out that silk panties really felt fucking nice to wear and that Jared was, like, made to have butt sex. Chris had told him that putting the butt plug into his virgin ass might be a bit uncomfortable, but it had just felt really, really fucking nice. So nice, in fact, that if he hadn’t already been wearing the torture device from Hell, he would have come all over himself.
The nipple clamps felt really damned good, too, and by the time he was finished dressing up for Jensen, he was so flushed that it felt as if he was on fire. Every move he made shifted the plug inside of him, sending ripples of pleasure through his body, and the silk chafed against his sensitized cock, keeping it tight against his stomach with the crown peeping out above the waistband, smearing his stomach with precome. When he put his robe on, one of the clamps snagged on the terry cloth and the bolt of pulsing pleasure that went through him almost sent him to his knees.
It was amazing that he actually managed to clear the bed and rearrange the pillows before Jensen came home, because he was a whimpering, sweating, shivering mess when he was done, needing to come so badly he almost couldn’t make himself wait. Jensen better appreciate his hard work, or Jared would probably kill him, after he’d ripped the ring off and come all over Jensen’s prone body, willing participant or not.
Jensen called just as Jared was sliding down on the couch to wait for him, but he didn’t trust himself enough to answer. Just hearing Jensen’s voice would probably have him coming, cockring be damned. As it was, he couldn’t stop squirming on the couch, rubbing the buttplug against his prostate and his hand against the silk of the panties. Little whimpering moans kept escaping his mouth and he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have been able to keep it together for an entire phone conversation, however brief.
~*~
Jensen had a bad feeling as he took the elevator up to his apartment. Jared wasn’t answering his phone and Jared had just been on the phone with Chris of all people. Chris had probably told Jared about the pillows and now Jared was being all mortified and shocked about his findings.
One thing was sure, though, if Chris had just cost Jensen his best friend, Jensen would kill him. He had meant to tell Jared about being gay and maybe, like, drop it into conversation that he didn’t just like vanilla stuff, but the better friends they had become, the harder it had been to tell.
Jared meant the world Jensen, he was the world to Jensen and he knew that it was really fucking stupid of him to be keeping this huge fucking secret. But if he told Jared that he was gay now, Jared would figure out who he was gay for and that just wasn’t kosher. Of course Jared would probably be all great about it, but it would still get in between them and Jensen didn’t want anything between them. Especially not stupid things like clothes and big honking crushes.
He unlocked the door with shaking fingers and stepped inside. Everything seemed normal enough, and Jared's shoes were still inside the door where he’d last kicked them off.
“I’m home,” he called out, nervousness making his voice unusually high pitched.
“In here,” Jared called from the living room and he sounded odd, like he was seriously out of breath.
Jensen toed his shoes off and let his jacket drop to the floor with a frown. Was Jared jerking off again? His cock sure hoped that was the case, and no matter the outcome of the evening, Jensen would need some private time in the bathroom again. It was a good thing he’d taken to wearing the tightest boxer briefs in the history of the world, or Jared would have realized that Jensen had a damned near permanent hard on lately.
Jared was on the couch when Jensen walked in, watching TV with the sound muted, dressed in his ratty old robe. He had his long legs spread wide and Jensen’s mouth watered a little at the sight.
“Hey,” Jensen said with a smile.
“Hey,” Jared answered and he still sounded odd. Come think of it, he looked kind of odd, too, sweaty and flushed like he’d been for a run around the neighbourhood. It was way hot and Jensen squirmed a little, wondering if he could excuse himself to the bathroom right away.
“Seriously,” Jared said, turning his head and pinning Jensen with his eyes, pupils blown so wide they looked black. “If you don’t get over here and blow me right this very second, I’m going to fucking implode.”
Jensen swallowed, biting the inside of his cheek to make sure it wasn’t just another one of those dreams. “I… uh… what do you mean?”
“Blow. Me,” Jared ground out, reaching up and pulling the robe apart.
“Jesus,” Jensen whispered, but he was on his knees between Jared's spread legs in a heartbeat.
Jared moved one hand to cradle his head, while the other pulled the panties down enough to free his rock hard cock and wonderfully tight balls. Jensen whimpered at the sight of the cockring hugging the base of Jared's cock and balls, reaching up to trace the warm metal with a finger. Jared groaned, his entire body convulsing, and Jensen realized he hadn’t been kidding about how worked up he was.
He looked up at Jared's flushed face, his cock throbbing, when his eyes skated over the nipple clamps. Had anyone asked him ten minutes ago, he could have sworn Jared didn’t have a kinky bone in his body, but it seemed that maybe Jensen hadn’t been the only one keeping secrets.
“Jen… Please,” Jared gasped, tightening his hold on Jensen’s skull.
Jensen obediently bent forward, wrapping one hand around the base of Jared's cock as he opened up wide and let the bulbous head slide into his mouth. Jared's taste exploded across his tongue and he moaned deep in his throat, rubbing his tongue over the leaking slit.
“God… Jen…” Jared groaned brokenly, his hips slamming up against Jensen’s face, nearly knocking him over with the force of it.
Jensen gagged and pulled off Jared's cock to suck in a few deep breaths.
“Sorry,” Jared panted, his free hand flittering over Jensen’s face until his thumb found Jensen’s spit slick lips, rubbing over them. “I didn’t mean…”
“S’okay,” Jensen assured him, bending forward again, but making sure to brace his arm against Jared's abdomen this time.
He let Jared's cock slide into his mouth, rubbing his tongue over and around the head while he tried to get used to the girth. Jared was a big boy; Jensen was surprised he’d even found a cockring in Jensen’s selection that he could wear. He bobbed his head up and down, letting his hand move over what couldn’t fit into his mouth. It certainly wasn’t even close to the best blow job he’d ever given, but if Jared's constant stream of moans and incoherent words were anything to judge from, he wasn’t about to file a complaint any time soon.
“God… Jen… Please… Just… Please…” Jared panted, his voice raw and broken.
Jensen intensified his suckling, rubbing his tongue over the sensitive underside while he reached up blindly until he found one of the clamps, tugging on it. Both Jared's hands locked on his head, keeping him still while Jared bucked up and came with a loud yell, jet after jet of semen hitting the back of Jensen’s throat, leaving him struggling to breathe and swallow at the same time.
Jared fell back against the couch, his grip on Jensen’s head loosening to become a light petting as Jensen carefully removed the cockring, putting it to the side. Despite his monumental orgasm, Jared was still half hard and when Jensen looked up, Jared was grinning at him.
“C’mere,” Jared murmured and Jensen practically jumped onto Jared's lap, straddling him with his knees against the couch cushions.
Jared's hands slid around him to cup his ass, making him shudder and press closer.
“I love your mouth,” Jared murmured, resting their foreheads together.
Jensen was going to say something about that Jared had been in no condition to fully appreciate his mouth, when Jared moved one hand to cup him through his jeans and his words died in a groan.
“Yeah,” he moaned when Jared squeezed him, his hips jerking against Jared's palm. “Jared…”
“So hard for me, baby,” Jared mused, sliding his palm slowly up and down the inseam of Jensen’s jeans. “So fucking hard for me.”
“Yeah,” Jensen agreed, shifting his hips in an attempt to spread his legs wider and press harder against Jared's hand. He was so fucking hard for Jared, had been for months, and fuck him if something as simple as a huge ass hand cradling his dick wasn’t going to make him come sometime in the next few seconds.
Jared chuckled when it happened, squeezing Jensen rhythmically through his orgasm, while rubbing circles on his ass. Jensen just clung to Jared's shoulders, shaking and gasping with the force of the white-hot pleasure coursing through his body.
“So hot,” Jared murmured against his ear. “So fucking hot, Jen.”
Jensen shivered, collapsing against Jared's chest, hoping Jared would let him stay in his arms for a while.
~*~
So, Jared had never really considered gay sex. He understood the basics and all, but before Jensen, he had never really considered it something he would be interested in. Guys could get on with guys however much they liked, but Jared, he was a ladies man. Then Jensen happened and maybe he’d been thinking about it a little more often and, uh, with his cock in hand, but he still hadn’t really thought about it - as in really doing it.
He was thinking a whole lot about it now, though, with a lapful of blissed out Jensen, a buttplug sending shivers of excitement up his spine, and his hard on pressed up against his stomach. He wanted gay sex, the whole ordeal. He wanted to fuck Jensen in the ass, then he wanted to lick and suck and tease Jensen until he was fully hard again and then he wanted Jensen to fuck him in the ass.
Jensen clearly thought that this had been the main act and that now was the time for snuggles and heart to hearts. Man, was he wrong. Jared slid his hands down to cup Jensen’s ass again, amazed by how well the firm globes fit into his hands.
“Jen,” he murmured and Jensen lifted his head from Jared's shoulder, giving him a slightly wary look.
“I…” Jensen began, but Jared cut him off with a kiss.
This was so not the time for substantial talking and Jensen should get with the program. Substantial talking would only lead to difficult questions like how and what and why and are you gay? Kissing on the other hand, kissing was good. In fact, so good that Jared wondered if maybe he should spend the rest of his life kissing Jensen, with occasional bouts of ass fucking and cock sucking in between.
Jensen was an awesome kisser, all tongue and lips and hands and tiny little nips that made Jared's head spin and his cock swell even further. He bunched Jensen’s t-shirt up in his hands and pulled it up until Jensen got the hint and broke the kiss long enough to let Jared pull it off, before diving right back into the kiss, twining his tongue around Jared's in slow, lazy circles until Jared sucked it into his mouth.
Jared's fingers made short work of Jensen’s zipper, pushing his jeans down as far as they would go, which wasn’t very far, so he slid his hands into them instead, squeezing Jensen’s Padalecki-sized globes in his hands. Jensen groaned into his mouth, breaking free to suck in a few much needed breaths.
Jared took advantage of the lull in kissing. “Naked. Now,” he ordered with a rasp and Jensen was up from his lap and shimmying out of his jeans and boxer briefs in a second. He pulled off his socks, too, before sliding down onto Jared's lap again, and naked was really so much better.
“I wanna fuck you, Jen,” Jared murmured between heated kisses. “Can I? Please?”
“God, yeah…” Jensen groaned, grinding his hips against Jared's stomach, letting Jared feel just how much he approved of that particular idea.
Jared fumbled around on the couch until he found the lube he’d brought with him, snapping the cap off the tube and coating his fingers liberally. He’d never actually done this before, but it wasn’t rocket science or anything. He was sure he’d be able to get it right. He brought his slick fingers around Jensen to slide down the cleft of his ass, making Jensen moan with appreciation, jutting his ass out to make it easier for Jared to reach his destination.
He licked his lips when his questing fingertips found the puckered opening, rubbing his fingers over and around it until Jensen started rocking his hips impatiently, breathing encouragements against Jared's ear in a husky drawl that set Jared’s cock on fire.
Pressing his lips against Jensen’s collarbone, Jared slowly pushed one finger into Jensen’s body and seriously, one finger was a tight fit, how the fuck would Jensen be able to take his cock? Jensen pushed back against his finger, taking it in as far as it would go, making an appreciative noise against Jared's shoulder. Jared moved his finger in and out a few times, the movement feeling odd and not at all like finger fucking a girl. Jensen was tighter and hotter, but not as slick and welcoming.
“Add another,” Jensen panted against his shoulder, and Jared was glad that one of them knew what they were doing. It had been much easier to prepare himself for the damned buttplug, because he wasn’t scared of hurting himself and he’d been so worked up at the time that he wouldn’t really have cared. He pulled his finger out and pushed two back in, Jensen’s body opening up to let him in and squeezing to keep him there.
“Yeah,” Jensen sighed, rocking back and forth, and Jared couldn’t for the life of him figure out what he got out of it aside from the odd feeling of having someone’s finger up his ass. Jared was nothing if not determined, though, so he scissored his fingers slightly, spreading them to open Jensen up wider.
Jensen groaned, lifting his head from Jared's shoulder to kiss him like a porn star, all tongue and open mouth and panting breath. Since two fingers seemed to be easy enough, Jared pulled his fingers out and added more lube before slowly sliding three fingers in, making Jensen groan and throw his head back. Watching Jensen’s face, Jared crooked his fingers slightly, pushing in and up until Jensen’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and he damned near yelled.
Grinning, Jared made sure to familiarize himself with the spot, working his fingertips over the bundle of nerves until Jensen was near sobbing with pleasure, undulating on Jared's fingers.
“God,” Jensen groaned. “God… Jared… fuck me… please…”
Breath hitching, Jared groped around for the lube with his free hand, finding the slick tube and squeezing a liberal amount over his rock hard cock. He hissed when the lukewarm fluid slithered over his heated skin, making his cock throb even harder. Biting his tongue, he suddenly realized something and, damn, it really had been a long time since he did this with anyone but Sandy.
“Condoms… Jen… I don’t…”
“Fuck the condoms,” Jensen ground out, opening his eyes to look at Jared. “Get that cock inside…. oh god… me now.”
Jared didn’t really need more initiative than that, so he pulled his fingers out of Jensen’s body with a slick pop, scooting down slightly so it would be easier for Jensen to get into position. The shift moved the plug inside of him to grate against his prostate and he groaned out loud.
Jensen shifted around until Jared's cock was nosing at his hole, catching his bottom lip between his lips in such an adorable way that Jared just had to bend forward and suck it into his own mouth instead. Jared canted his hips up a little at the same time as Jensen sank down, both of them groaning as Jared's cock slid past the initial resistance.
“Slow,” Jensen panted, his forehead set in a frown.
“I don’t want to… jesus… hurt you,” Jared panted. Between Jensen’s squeezing the head of his cock like a fucking vice, the buttplug pressing against his prostate and the nipple clamps biting his sensitive nipples, Jared was having a hard time remembering how to breathe.
“It’s good,” Jensen panted, sinking down another inch, but it was very obviously a lie.
Jared moved one of his hands from Jensen’s hip to curl around his wilting cock, jacking it back to full hardness with long, sure strokes. Jensen groaned, tilting his head back, giving Jared a view of his long freckled neck. He sank down another inch and Jared moaned, his hand on Jensen’s cock faltering.
“God… Jen… It’s okay if you can’t… jesus… take me.”
Jensen’s head snapped up and he looked eyes with Jared before sinking all the way down in one long, fluid motion. Jared actually yowled, his hips slamming up to meet Jensen’s ass before he could stop himself.
Jensen made a low keening sound and Jared was so sure he’d hurt him that he just froze, his entire body as tense as a bowstring.
“Jen,” he whispered, his hands coming up to frame his face. “Jen… are you okay?”
Jensen was panting for breath, his mouth open in an ‘O,’ eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.
“God, Jen,” Jared said frantically, rubbing his thumbs over Jensen’s cheekbones. “Talk to me.”
Jensen’s eyes opened wide and they were so black that there was only a sliver of jade left around the pupil. “Now we’re talking,” Jensen croaked, before lifting himself and sliding down again, another whimper escaping him. “Huge and fucking perfect,” he breathed, his fingers digging in to Jared's shoulder.
Jared could only lean back and watch in awe as Jensen fucked himself on his cock, a look of complete bliss on his sweaty, flushed face. Random words kept spilling from Jensen’s lips, an incoherent jumble of huge, yeah, fuck, so good, Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay that was hotter than fucking life. Every down-thrust of Jensen’s hips shifted the plug inside of him and sent pleasure skittering through his body, and in combination with the red hot pressure around his cock, it was enough to have him on the edge in minutes.
Jensen was scrunching up his face and chewing at his lips while he slid one hand down to fist his own cock, seemingly unable to reach that final peak. Jared just couldn’t stop staring at the hotness that was Jensen, his flushed chest, the sweat running down his face, his kiss bruised lips and the cock sliding slickly through his tight fist. It didn’t feel right to let Jensen do all the work, though, so he tightened his hands on Jensen’s hips, halting his movements.
“No,” Jensen whined, the hand on his cock working faster.
“On your knees,” Jared ordered, his voice hoarse with need and relentless moaning. “Let me fuck you… Hard, fast and deep like I know you want it.”
Jensen slid off Jared's cock with a whimper, scrambling to get to his hands and knees on the soft cushions of the couch. He pushed his ass in the air shamelessly, giving Jared a perfect view of his flexing opening. Jared really couldn’t get behind him fast enough, chucking the robe as he went, letting it twine around his knees as he pressed up against Jensen’s back, biting down on one sweaty shoulder.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, feeding Jensen an inch of his aching cock before pulling out again.
“God,” Jensen groaned, trying to spread his legs even wider. “God… Jay… YES.”
Jared slammed into him in one long, hard thrust that had his balls slapping against Jensen’s ass. Jensen shouted hoarsely, throwing his head back, but this time Jared knew that he loved it. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming in again, nearly toppling Jensen over with the force of it, but Jensen was loving every second. Each forceful thrust had him wailing with pleasure, struggling to get enough leverage to push back against Jared's snapping hips.
Jared curled his fingers around Jensen’s hip bones and let himself go, fucking Jensen with abandon, every thrust rocking him to the core. No one had ever been able to take him like this, completely without restraint, no one but Jensen, whose slick, hard body was like an ode to sex and from whose lips the filthiest things spilled with every thrust grinding against his prostate.
Jared didn’t even bother to reach for Jensen’s cock, because he was sure he could make him come with just his cock, and it didn’t take that many thrust before Jensen proved him right, coming all over the couch with a keening wail that must have been heard all the way to Vancouver. Jared grabbed his cock then, drawing out Jensen’s orgasm until his own hips stuttered and he filled Jensen to the brim with his semen, grinding against him through the aftershocks before he finally pulled out, collapsing back on his haunches.
Jensen was still on all fours, panting harshly for breath, sweat gleaming off his body and running down his arms. Jared's eyes zeroed in on his abused hole and the semen slowly trickling out of it. Jensen was his now, inside and out, and he’d be damned if anyone would ever get to touch him again.
~*~
Jensen had never been so thoroughly fucked in his life. Jared Padalecki was a fucking sex god - who would have guessed? Everything about him, from his huge-ass hands and filthy mouth, to his gigantic fucking cock was perfect. He’d just made Jensen ruin his very expensive couch with come stains, and he couldn’t even bring himself to care. That was how fucking great Jared was and as soon as Jensen got his breath back he was going to tell him that.
Of course Jared chose that very moment to bend forward and lick Jensen’s hole, which kind of made coherency impossible. Jensen made an embarrassing sound, his arms giving out on him, leaving him with his face in the cushion and his ass against Jared's face. No one had ever rimmed him before. He’d done it a few times, but no one had ever done him and, oh my fucking god, it was fantastic. Jared's wet-slick tongue slid over his hole over and over again, eating his come out of Jensen’s blissed out body until Jensen couldn’t even remember his own name.
A few minutes ago he would have thought he’d never get an erection again, but fuck if his cock wasn’t trying its damnest, slowly filling up with blood. Jared must be like a fucking energizer bunny to go at it again, not that Jensen was complaining, because, dude, he was flying high.
Jared suddenly flipped him over and Jensen made a surprised little sound, blinking up at Jared, who was all of a sudden hovering above him. He was simply gorgeous, eyes shining, lips pouty and swollen, hair wet with perspiration and roses of high color on his cheeks. Jensen pulled him down for a long, panted, open-mouthed kiss, wrapping his legs around Jared when he collapsed on top of him.
Jared was thrusting lazy against him, Jensen’s cock sliding through the mix of sweat and come between their stomachs until it was fully hard again, aiming for round three.
“Jared,” Jensen panted, tangling his fingers in Jared's wet hair. “Oh my fucking God.”
“Want you to fuck me,” Jared panted against his mouth before licking his way into another kiss. “God… want you inside of me.”
“Jesus,” Jensen groaned, arching up against his stomach. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Want it,” Jared whispered. “Been thinking about it all night.”
Using a strength and agility Jensen didn’t even know he possessed at the moment, he managed to flip them over so that he was on top, looking down into Jared's face.
“You sure?” he asked hoarsely, fumbling around for the lube.
“Oh yeah,” Jared said, his eyes glittering. “I’m so fucking ready for this.”
Jensen’s fingertips found the lube and pulled it up to rest beside Jared's hip, where he would easily be able to find it, before inching down Jared's body. He winced when he realized that Jared was still wearing the clamps. Even though they weren’t set very tightly, Jared's nipples ought to be really sore by now. He gently removed them, making Jared shudder and groan when blood rushed back to the pinched flesh, making the swollen buds glow red against his skin.
“Jesus,” Jensen breathed, bending down and fastening his mouth over one of them, gently rubbing the tip of his tongue over the abused flesh until Jared was doing his best to fuck his stomach, moaning repeatedly.
Jensen lifted his head to find Jared watching him intently with his hands fisted in the pillows under his head.
“Hurry, Jen,” he breathed and Jensen obliged, moving lower.
Jared's cock was curling towards his stomach, already fully hard and Jensen realized that Jared was still wearing the panties bunched up under his balls. If he hadn’t been rock hard already, the sight of the soiled red satin would certainly have done the trick. Keeping his eyes on Jared's face, he ripped the seams of the panties, pulling them away. Jared licked his lips and lifted his long legs towards his stomach with a grin.
Jensen frowned slightly, looking down and, oh my God. Jared was wearing a buttplug. He had been wearing one all this time and, damn, if that thought didn’t almost make Jensen come. It was one of Jensen’s decorative ones with a shiny piece of jewellery for base and the blue crystal glinted at him like it was winking.
“Jesus, Jay,” he groaned, reaching out to press his fingers against the base, earning himself a loud moan from Jared.
Suddenly, he couldn’t be inside Jared fast enough and he grabbed the base, slowly pulling the plug out of Jared's tight body. When it was almost out, Jared stretched wide around it, he let it slip back in, making Jared wail with pleasure. He repeated the move a couple of times, grounding his own cock against the couch before finally pulling it free of Jared's body.
He found the lube and slicked his fingers up, pushing two inside at the same time, as he moved up and sucked Jared's cock into his mouth. Jared nearly shot off the couch, his voice dying in the middle of a scream and, yeah, Jensen wanted to hear more of that. He spread his fingers wide, making sure that Jared was wide open for him, sliding his mouth up and down Jared's cock. Jared tasted like a mix of come and him and that was way hotter than it had any right to be. Jensen couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had unprotected sex, and it felt as if it meant something.
“Now… Please…” Jared grunted, tugging at Jensen’s hair and even though Jensen was pretty damned good where he was, the thought of actually being the first person to fuck Jared was irresistible.
He crawled up Jared's body until he could reach his lips, fusing their mouths together in a long, drowsy kiss while he fumbled with the lube. He finally managed to get the cap open and slicked himself up with massive amounts of the stuff, suddenly scared of hurting Jared. He wasn’t huge like Jared, but he wasn’t tiny either.
“Pull your legs up,” he ordered, looking into Jared's pleasure hazed eyes.
Jared shifted, bringing his knees up against his stomach, keeping his eyes locked on Jensen’s face. Jensen licked his lips and shifted until his cock was pressed up against Jared's opening.
“Do it,” Jared said simply and Jensen pushed forward.
Jared's faced showed nothing but pleasure as Jensen slowly slid into his tight heat, the buttplug having opened him wide enough to take Jensen without much discomfort.
“Yeah,” Jared murmured, once Jensen was fully buried inside. “Just… yeah.”
It was different this time, slower and sweeter, their tongues tangling and moans getting lost between their lips as Jensen rocked into Jared with lazy thrusts. Jared's fingers skated over his back, digging into hard muscles when Jensen shifted to hit the right spot. Jensen had his fingers buried in Jared's hair, showering Jared's face and lips with messy panted kisses.
It felt as every twitch of his hips rocked him to the core, Jared pliant and open beneath him, every lazy thrust of Jensen’s making him groan. It was hard to believe that Jared had never done this before, that he’d never let anyone sink into him like this, but the thinly veiled wonder on his face made it believable, and just that much hotter.
The pleasure was slowly building to a fever pitch in Jensen’s stomach and he wanted to take Jared with him. He shifted slightly, moving his right arms in between their bodies, aiming for Jared's cock, but Jared stopped him with a hand to his wrist, catching Jensen’s hand and interlacing their fingers.
“No,” he murmured. “This is enough.”
Jensen shivered, almost coming at the spot. “You sure?” he asked, pressing a kiss to Jared's jaw line.
“Uh huh,” Jared answered, turning his head and fusing their lips together.
A few seconds later Jared proved he wasn’t a liar by coming all over Jensen’s stomach, arching up from the couch with a load groan and the mere thought that he’d just made Jared come, coupled with the clenching of Jared's already tight body, had Jensen coming too, buried deep inside Jared's pulsing body. He kept moving for a few moments before collapsing on Jared's chest with a blissed out moan. He was never going to move again.
Part Two