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I bring morning porn! *dances*
Title: Jared’s Right. Of Course He Is.
Author: kinkynicky
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Summary: Early morning porn. Breakfasts and showers.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and want everything.
A/N: For jakesdream who clearly deserves this for being such a lovable fangirl. It’s not The Big Fic yet, JD, but its for you anyway. x
Jared’s Right. Of Course He Is.
It’s not something he’s ever felt before, or even imagined feeling. Not the love - he’s felt love before - but the comfort. The way everything fits, and nothing is confusing even though clearly, it should be, and nothing seems as important or dramatic as it would have before.
It’s a bed that’s not really big enough for the both of them, and Jensen had been right to expect the old western joke from Jared, stupid accent and all, although slightly dampened by the need to sleep.
Fifteen hour days, and somehow it’s only right going to sleep when Jared’s there.
* * *
Too early and Jensen blinks awake in an empty bed, the lingering warmth of another presence curling around him and lulling him back to sleep, but there are these noises in the kitchen and a distinct smell of breakfast wafting in the air.
He’ll never get used to the way the cold hits him the second he throws the covers off. Vancouver weather isn’t exactly hellish, but the cold seems as heavy in the air as the heat in Texas summers and to go from one extreme to the other just sucks.
A glance at the window tells him that it’s still dark outside, and the clock confirms that at 4.30am, there is probably no reason for him to be awake yet. Still, the curiosity is too much, especially when Jared’s voice reaches him from downstairs, singing off key and not exactly quietly.
It’s too cold to go downstairs naked, or even in just boxer shorts, and so he kicks around in a pile of clothes until he finds some sweatpants and a shirt.
It’s Jared’s shirt. It’s huge. Suddenly, Jensen feels like a girl.
Still, despite the way it swamps him, it smells like Jared and feels like it’s warming him up already, so he makes his way down the stairs, following the smell.
Pancakes and bacon. Possibly eggs.
The upstairs is carpeted but the downstairs isn’t, and the cold floor on the soles of his feet makes him hiss, and Jared stops singing from the kitchen.
“Jen?”
He rounds the corner with a smile and there Jared stands, frying pan in hand, bed hair, and a too-wide smile for this time in the morning.
“Jay, it’s not even five yet.” Is the first thing he says, managing to get it all out even as his eyes make their way up Jared’s body. Jeans hanging low on his hips and no shirt, natural tan kind of glowing in the light from the kitchen.
He gets one of those goofy grins thrown in his direction before Jared is turning back to the frying pan. “Thought you might be hungry.”
Jensen nods, stepping into the kitchen and hissing again because the tiles in here are somehow even colder than the wood flooring in the hallway. There’s a cup of coffee on the side, steaming a little and he picks it up.
“That’s mine.” Jared mumbles, not like he minds, but like he just thought he’d put that out there. Jensen takes a sip anyway.
“Jay, you thought I’d be hungry at four thirty in the morning?”
He moves to sit behind Jared, watching his back muscles moving and rippling under his skin. “Well,” Jared says “I was hungry so I thought maybe you were.”
Jensen laughs. “You’re always hungry.”
Now he can’t resist it anymore, and so he sets the coffee down and steps right up behind Jared, pressing right up against him until the fabric of that huge shirt meets the skin of Jared’s back. Nuzzling a shoulder blade, he starts to feel a little hazy again and sighs, wrapping one arm around Jared’s waist.
“Like a drug.” He whispers, laying a kiss where he can reach, and letting his fingers slip ever so slightly down into the front of Jared’s jeans, meeting wiry hair disguising smooth skin.
“A hungry drug.” Jared mumbles with a smile, and Jensen hadn’t even realised that his eyes had fallen closed until he opens them now to watch Jared scooping up and egg and laying it down on a plate.
Jensen was right. Pancakes, bacon and eggs. There’s maple syrup somewhere in the cupboard and as Jared reaches up to get it, the shift of muscle against Jensen’s cheek makes him smile.
“Eat, and then shower.” Jared says, turning around in Jensen’s arms to lay a quick kiss on the tip of his nose and then moving to lay both plates on the little table.
Jensen stays where he is and watches Jared sit and reach for the syrup, pouring an obscene amount over his pancake and bacon, before snapping the lid shut and reaching for his fork. He stops at the realisation that Jensen isn’t sitting, and he sighs, standing again and coming over.
One hand comes to rest on Jensen’s cheek while the other finds its place in the middle of his back, pulling him forwards until they’re as close as they can be. Jared tilts his head forwards and makes those three inches into nothing, meeting Jensen’s mouth in a soft but hungry kiss, one that tastes like coffee and early mornings.
“Don’t make me fight you to the table.” He says, pulling away from Jensen’s mouth but staying close. “Cause I will.” The fingers curled around the side of his neck begin to stroke and Jensen closes his eyes. “I know you’re tired.”
A nod. He thought it’d be easier, coming back to work the second time around. Season two, summer over and it’s back to early mornings and long nights, hours upon hours on set only to get home and fall into a bed with Jared where they continue to wear each other out until sleep finally takes hold of them. He thought it’d be easier, and yet they’re only three episodes into filming and he’s starting to feel like he won’t make it through the rest of the season.
“But if we eat, and then shower, you’ll feel more awake, and then we can leave for set in a good mood.” Jared’s right. Of course he is.
* * *
“You taste like sugar.” He mumbles around Jared’s mouth as they tug at each other’s clothes, the shower running beside them, door closed and already a warm steam is surrounding them and masking up the mirror.
“Maple syrup.” Jared grins, lifting his own shirt over Jensen’s head. “Did I mention how cute you looked in that?”
His question is almost lost as he moves to nip at Jensen’s lower lip, but isn’t quite, and Jensen huffs indignantly. “Not cute.”
Jared’s lack of belt means that Jensen has his jeans undone and off in about five seconds, and then bends to take his own sweat pants off. Jared moves to step underneath the spray of hot water, sighing. “Get your ass in here.”
Jensen does as he’s told with a smile and is pulled right up against his co-star’s wet body before he can even blink. Jared turns them to press Jensen against the cold wall, and he makes an embarrassingly desperate noise, pressing himself closer to Jared and away from the wall.
He’d call Jared a prick if it wasn’t for the way their mouths are suddenly attached and his is suddenly full of Jared’s tongue, exploring as always, probably for the essence of syrup in Jensen’s own mouth. Boy’s got a real sweet tooth.
One hands comes down behind him to grab as his ass and Jensen can’t help but thrust forwards onto the thigh that Jared has meticulously placed between his legs. He’s half hard already and they’ve only kissed, and he feels like a teenager again apart from the nakedness and the…you know…the part where he’s kissing a guy.
One shift of Jared’s body and they’re groin to groin, dicks rubbing as they move underneath the spray of the shower, moaning into each other’s mouths and grasping at shoulders and hips and wherever they can reach.
“God, Jay…” he moans, deep and desperate, sliding a hand down Jared’s slick stomach to take both of their dicks in his hand, and yeah, Jared has to dip a little for that to even be possible but he’s too close to coming for that to bother him at all.
The hand on his ass tightens to an almost-bruising force, but he only moans louder, thrusts harder into his own hand and Jared’s cock, and then the awkwardness of it all becomes too much. He needs to come now, but he’d never get himself off and leave Jared to it, so he lets go of his own dick and closes his hand around Jared’s, sighing in an almost pained relief as Jared’s hand envelopes his.
Their mouths meet again and Jensen’s free hand comes up to grasp at Jared’s shoulder, his hips pumping into Jared’s hand, his breaths getting harder and harder.
“Come on.” Jared mumbles, mouth against Jensen’s cheek as they both try to concentrate on breathing, the air thick from shower steam. He feels Jared’s body tense, hand stilling on Jensen’s cock and a slick warmth on his hand and stomach. The corner of his mouth lifts in a smile that Jared came first this time, and then suddenly all the warmth of Jared’s body is gone as he slides to his knees.
The open air enables Jensen to breathe again until his chest tightens at the feel of Jared’s lips on his dick. One hand pumping as the wet heat of Jared’s mouth envelopes the head of his cock, tongue working around him and making him thrust helplessly.
A flick of tongue, one last tug and then Jared pulls back and kneels up slightly, and Jensen opens his eyes in time to watch himself come all over Jared’s neck and chest.
They’re both panting as his tired legs give way until he’s kneeling there too, watching the shower beat down on Jared’s chest and wash away the evidence that they did anything but shower, and he smiles with the realisation that he can face the day.
Really though, he should never have doubted it. Jared’s always right.
The End.
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