FIC: Anything You Want
Title: Anything You Want
Author: neros_violin
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3700
Summary: Jared wants it bad.
Warnings: D/s if you squint, first time bottoming, bare-backing
Notes: Written for salt_burn_porn , for fleshflutter 's prompt I want it bad, your bad romance. I have no idea if this fits with the song - I listened to it at least fifty times today, though, so I hope some of it came through. ;) Unbeta'd, so if anyone sees mistakes, let me know!
The door snicks shut with a quiet click and the sound seems significant, somehow. Sweat is still cooling on Jared's chest and his dick is still aching in the leather pants he’s wearing but he’s not sure what’s going to happen now. They’re in uncharted territory, and the dark comfort of their house suddenly seems more dangerous and illicit than the club they’d been in twenty minutes ago, making out in front of a roomful of strangers.
The techno music keeps echoing through Jared’s body, nasty beat of percussion that vibrated up from the floor, into his bones and muscles, into his blood. He watched the people around him through slitted eyes, a writhing, grinding mass of bodies painted in shadows and light by the blinking strobes. The heat of all those people, warmed up by dancing and sex, burned into his skin. Sweat dropped from his soaking wet hair onto his neck and shoulders, snaked its way down his naked chest and under his waistband. Strong hands rested on his waist, soft lips brushed the shell of his ear and a hard dick pressed insistently into his ass through glove-tight leather. The hips that cradled his rocked with small undulations that barely matched the beat of the music, dancing that felt more like fucking.
“They’re all watching you,” Jensen growled, and bit Jared’s jaw. It was true. Anonymous eyes flashed appreciatively as they landed on Jared’s body, raked up and down his torso, starting at the tendons standing out in his neck and finishing around the level of his crotch, which bulged obscenely and obviously with the erection he’d had since Jensen buckled the leather cuff around his wrist. They never quite made it to Jared’s face.
“You like that they’re watching you, watching us, because if they are, they know, don’t they? Know you’re mine.” Jared shuddered all the way down from Jensen’s words, the way he said them, the way he’d done this, for Jared.
Jared had asked in the heat of the moment, mouth running filth the way that it always does when he’s fucking Jensen, like he’s got no filters or walls or boundaries at all. Which, when it comes to Jensen, he really doesn’t. He didn’t expect Jensen to take him seriously - hell, he hadn’t even remembered begging for it until Jensen showed up with leather pants, and even then it was just indistinct impressions of his own breathy moans and pleas - but he was glad Jensen did. It made something warm and loose unfurl in his gut that he could trust Jensen with this, something he’s always been curious about, always wanted to try. He just never felt he could put himself out there or give himself over to anyone else. It surprises Jared sometimes, that it’s Jensen he wants to do everything with, try everything with, but it really shouldn’t. They’re in each other’s hands all day every day on set, in each other’s pockets at night sharing a living space, and it’s all so goddamn easy, always has been.
Jensen wound a hand into Jared’s wet hair, pulled his head where he wanted it. “Think they’re jealous, Jay? I think they’re jealous. Way you look, they’d have to be.” He punctuated the sentence with a vicious twist of Jared’s nipple, soothed the ache with a soft brush of his thumb. Jensen was so good at this, being this, that Jared wasn’t sure how much of it was Jensen’s talent as a performer, throwing himself into another role, and how much of it was genuine enjoyment of being in charge, taking control. “Watch,” Jensen said, and there was an order in his voice that Jared was eager to obey. Jensen’s hand was abnormally white in the unnatural flash of lights and contrasted sharply with Jared’s deep tan. Jensen trailed his fingers from Jared’s pecs, over the prominent bumps of his abs, into the cut of his hipbone revealed by the low-slung pants. Jared groaned as Jensen gripped his cock, traced the shape, massaged the shaft with his palm, rolled Jared’s balls with his fingers.
“They see this, and they want it,” Jensen said with another squeeze. “Want to fuck themselves on this cock, want to fuck your tight ass, see if it feels as good as it looks. But they can’t. I’m the only one gets to fuck you.”
Jared sucked in a gasp of air and his dick jumped against Jensen’s hand. “Jesus,” he muttered. They’ve experimented a lot in the time they’ve been together, in a lot of different ways, discovering each others’ likes and dislikes, and Jensen could have been referring to any of those things they’ve already done but Jared knew he wasn’t. The thought of it, of Jensen’s thick cock filling up his ass, stretching him open, had his body throbbing all over with anticipation and nerves, a thrum of sensation that synced with his pulse and felt like it was trying to beat out of his skin.
“You like that idea,” Jensen said, low and filthy, and it was a statement, not a question. “Want to know how it feels, all spread out and fucked out on my cock.”
Jared’s dick twitched again and Jensen made a noise low in his throat in response. His hands went back to Jared’s hips, steering him off the dance floor and into a dark, quiet corner illuminated by the dim red glow of an emergency exit sign. Jared’s back hit the wall and he had a moment to appreciate the way Jensen looked - green eyes bright with hunger, lips and cheeks and chest flushed with arousal, pale skin of his trim waist cut with black leather, sweat spiking his hair and slicking his body, emphasizing the gentle definition of his muscles - before Jensen crowded his space. He gripped the back of Jared’s neck, brought their mouths close enough that his lips brushed Jared’s when he ordered thickly, “Kiss me.”
Jared whimpered at the sound of Jensen’s voice, just the right combination of authority and care, and pressed their mouths together, a hot, wet slide of lips and tongue. Jensen’s thumbs curled over Jared’s windpipe, hands encircling his neck completely and pressed in slightly as he licked into Jared’s mouth and sucked on his tongue. Jared groaned into the kiss; Jensen wasn’t restricting his air, but he could have been and the possibility of it combined with the knowledge that Jared would let him made his knees weak. He wondered if there’s anything he wouldn’t do with Jensen, if there’s anything he wouldn’t let Jensen to do him or anything he wouldn’t ask for, anything Jensen wouldn’t give him.
Jared took the free reign Jensen gave him with the kiss and savored it, trailing his tongue over the smooth, plump fullness of Jensen’s bottom lip, testing the texture of it between his teeth with small nips and tugs before licking at it again. He could spend hours with Jensen’s mouth, just kissing and licking and sucking at it, and he added that to the list of things he wants to do with Jensen as the kiss got sloppy, tangling tongues in each others’ mouths, bruising pressure of lips and teeth.
“Really want it, don’t you, Jay? Want me to fuck you?” Jensen asked in between small, tasting, teasing licks at the drying salt on Jared’s neck. “Why didn’t you just say something?”
Jared’s brain wasn’t really online at that point, but he stuttered some non-answer as he tried to grind his hips into Jensen’s. Truth was, he couldn’t have answered that question after five cups of coffee with Jensen at the other end of the room, keeping his hands and lips and body to himself. He’d thought about it, wondered what it might be like as he opened Jensen up with his fingers, wondered how it would feel if Jensen pulled his mouth off Jared’s cock and replaced the finger he was working into Jared’s ass with his dick. He just hadn’t been ready, and now that he was, he was damn ready.
But as much as he liked what they were doing, he didn’t want his first time bottoming to happen in the middle of a crowded fetish club. Maybe the third or fourth time, but not the first.
Jensen seemed to read all that in his face, communicating without words like they always did, his eyes boring into Jared’s like he could see everything inside him, read him like a book. “Gonna take you home,” Jensen promised, rubbing a thumb across Jared’s kiss-swollen mouth. “Gonna take you home, get you somewhere I can fuck you right. Make it so good for you, Jay, I swear.”
The ride was deliciously tense, Jensen whispering the goddamn dirtiest things he’d ever heard in his ear while Jared drove, painting mental pictures with his words that Jared saw in 3-D, keeping him worked up and throbbing and barely able to steer, practically panting for all the things Jensen said he was going to do to him up until the moment they pulled into the driveway.
Jared drops the keys on the table in the foyer, and Jensen is on him right away, taking away his apprehension and attacking his mouth with bruising kisses, fingers digging into hips before he releases Jared, almost violently. “Shoes, clothes, off,” Jensen says and Jared agrees. His heavy black boots land somewhere in the dining room, and he almost falls over getting out of his pants, too intent on watching Jensen take off his boots, muscles rippling for Jared’s greedy eyes. Jensen unbuttons his pants and Jared immediately focuses on Jensen’s cock as it’s revealed, engorged with blood, fat and heavy, head shiny with precome in the moonlight streaming in from the windows. His ass clenches at the thought of getting it inside, all that girth pushing into his hole.
“Hurry,” Jared says, and Jensen’s laugh makes his dick twitch. God, he’s so far gone. He doesn’t really care. “Seriously, hurry,” he demands, as Jensen struggles with the leather. “I want that dick inside me, don’t want to wait anymore.”
“Fuck, Jared,” Jensen says, finally kicking off the offending material.
“That’s the idea.”
“Yeah,” Jensen says, reaching for Jared. Jensen’s eyes are so dark, all pupil, dilated with want. His mouth is like sin on Jared’s, kissing him stupid, and his hands are sure, guiding Jared in the dark until his ass hits the back of the couch in the living room.
Jared feels like he’s been hard for fucking days, though it’s only been hours and that’s more than enough foreplay. Jensen seems to agree with him, because he manhandles Jared so that he’s bent over the back of the couch, ass up and fucking presented for Jensen. His dick rubs against the leather, enough friction to feel it, not enough to stimulate. It’s kind of pleasant torture, like working a loose tooth with your tongue - it hurts, and it feels good at the same time, relieves some pressure but makes the need worse.
Jensen’s hands roam the expanse of his back, strong and calloused, before landing on the globes of his ass cheeks, kneading and spreading. In an instant, Jensen is on his knees behind him, between his spread legs, mouthing at that sensitive spot between Jared’s ass and the top of his thigh. Jared shudders, knowing what’s coming next, and while he’s opened Jensen up like this before, he’s never been on the receiving end, not for this purpose.
Jared moans at the first touch of Jensen’s tongue, a teasing lick that moistens his hole, followed by several more, flutters of wet muscle that have Jared’s asshole clenching and releasing, begging like a little mouth. Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod, ohgod, finally, Jensen is licking with more force, broadening and flattening his tongue, interspersing the strokes with sucking kisses that make Jared moan. “Fuck, Jensen, god, that feels-“
“Like that?” Jensen asks between licks. “Like me sucking your asshole? You want, I’ll fuck you, get your hole all messy and loose, fill you up with spunk, and suck it out. Sound good?” Jared’s dick twitches and leaves a slimy trail of precome on the couch, sick roll of desire hitting him in the stomach as he imagines how that would feel. He’d be wet with Jensen’s come and spit, leaking it, and Jensen would just go back down there and start licking it up, putting his mouth on Jared’s abused asshole and dragging his come back out in long, sucking pulls, like getting a blow job in reverse.
“Anything,” Jared manages, and means it.
“Gonna do it, Jared,” he promises with a final hard suck on Jared’s hole.
“Want it,” Jared says, and he’s probably never meant anything more or been so honest in his life. At this minute, he can’t think of a goddamn thing he’d rather have.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking-“ Jensen doesn’t finish, words fading into a groan as he pushes a wet finger into Jared’s spit-slick hole, a slow, gentle glide that makes Jared’s hips stutter. There’s a feeling of fullness that isn’t quite enough, and his body instinctively seeks more. He whines as Jensen withdraws the finger and thrusts it back in, twisting on the way in, turning it over inside and dragging against his inner walls on the way out. Pleasure swirls in his brain, makes him dizzy and breathless. God, it feels so good, Jensen’s fingers inside him with intent, getting Jared nice and open and ready for his dick. “More,” Jared demands, and is that his voice, all cracked and rough with need?
“God, Jared,” Jensen breathes. He works a second finger in beside the first and this time there’s a bit of a burn as the muscle stretches to accommodate the intrusion, but it only adds to the sensation, makes everything good feel sharper and better. Jared bucks his hips back into Jensen’s hand and his dick just gets harder at the press and pull on his insides, blunt fingers catching on the edge of his asshole with each thrust of Jensen’s strong hands. “You want another one?” he asks, and Jared whines an affirmation.
“Yes,” Jared cries, on the verge of begging, full and getting fuller, but he’s sure it’s nothing compared to the way Jensen’s dick is going to feel, if he ever gets around to sticking it in Jared’s ass.
Jensen’s laugh makes its way through Jared’s pleasure haze and he realizes he must have said that last part out loud, which is surprising, because Jensen’s added a third finger and Jared’s brain can’t form words anymore. It’s just sensory input - cool leather brushing his dick, Jensen’s body heat radiating into his back and legs, bitter smell of sweat and precome, taste of Jensen still lingering in his mouth. The ridiculous way his ass feels, stuffed full of three of Jensen’s thick fingers, hole already stretched and sore, and Jensen’s fingers have nothing on the width of his cock. Jared’s muscles seize around Jensen’s fingers, wanting that girth to be in him and Jensen’s breath catches, feeling it from the inside.
“Okay,” he says, sounding as eager as Jared feels. “Okay, baby, gonna fuck you now, you ready?”
“Jesus fuck, Jensen, yes I’m fucking ready!” He’s barely finished when Jensen’s dick head prods at his entrance, slicker than it would be with just spit - Jensen must have snagged the lube from the end table on their way in. The press of that blunt head makes him feel empty, like he’s got to be full or he’s going to fucking die, like he needs something inside of him, and if this is anywhere close to what Jensen feels when Jared fucks him, Jared really doesn’t know how he survives it. “Please, please, just put it in, god, need it, please,” Jared says, broken open and begging.
Jensen makes a small noise of disbelief or arousal - Jared wishes he could see his face, even though he knows this is the easiest way to start, and he swears to himself that he’s going to finish face to face, though he’s really in no position to be making that call - and pushes his hips forward, still slow but with steady pressure, the wide tip breaching Jared inch by inch until Jared's ass is pulled so far open that his throat feels tight with it. “Yes, god, feels so good, keep going, please, don’t stop,” Jared says, string of words coming from deep in his brain where conscious thought doesn’t intrude.
“Jared, Jesus, you’re so tight, I can’t-“ Jensen swivels his hips and sinks in another inch, fat cock head finally popping through the strong ring of muscle. They both moan at the same time, incredible heat and tightness, and Jensen rocks forward another inch, nearing the end point of where his fingers could reach, where Jared has been stretched. “Gotta work you open, god, you’re so goddamn tight, look so good, feel so good, gonna make you feel it,” Jensen says. Jared has no idea what any of that means, just knows he could probably come from listening to Jensen talk, so he whines with loss when Jensen withdraws until only the head of his cock remains inside Jared’s body. “Shhh, shhh, I’m coming back,” Jensen soothes and he does what he said he was going to, pushes his shaft back into Jared, thick length filling Jared up to bursting even though he knows Jensen’s only giving him the first four inches, maybe five this time, if the burning ache of his insides is any indication. Jared holds his breath on the next pull out, exhales on the push in, and takes another inch as his body opens up for Jensen.
Jensen fucks him slow, at first, short strokes that get easier with each one, less catch and drag, more smooth friction, until Jared is writhing on the end of Jensen’s cock, rocking his hips back and forth, trying to get some relief. “Jensen, deeper, please, harder,” he pants, and Jensen must have been waiting for him, because his next few thrusts are uncontrolled, deep slams into Jared’s guts that have both of them grunting and groaning. Sweat drips from the tips of Jared’s hair onto the couch, big round drops that darken the color, and he’s seeing starbursts as Jensen’s dick drags over his prostate, making his entire body jerk like he’s touched a live wire. “Fuck, Jensen!”
Jensen angles his next thrusts toward that spot, hitting it every other push in, stimulating it on the pull out and pressure gathers at the base of Jared's spine. “Stop, stop, stop,” he says, desperate, and Jensen does, right away, sliding from Jared’s body with an obscene squelching sound.
“What? Are you okay? Jared, are you okay?”
Jared wobbles on pleasure-shaky muscles and kisses Jensen’s full mouth. “I’m great. But I wanna come like this, wanna see your face while you fuck me,” he says, folding himself down onto the rug. Jensen stares at him with his mouth agape, dick bobbing and jerking in the air, and Jared laughs. “Or you could just watch me finish.”
“No, no, no,” Jensen says, falling to his knees and crawling over Jared. “No, your plan is good.” Jensen is so goddamn gorgeous that it’s unbelievable, splotchy red cheeks and kiss swollen mouth and sweat covered torso spattered with freckles. Jared watches his face as Jensen gets on his knees and grasps Jared’s hips to pull him close, watches the emotion flicker from disbelief to gratitude to lust as he lines up his dick and slides right in to Jared’s hole, all slick and open now, an easy glide that has him balls deep. “Oh, fuck, god, Jared.” Jensen’s stomach muscles ripple as he starts to thrust, working his hips in a graceful figure eight motion that Jared’s not sure he could ever duplicate. He keeps a steady, firm pace and Jared’s pleasure spikes with a gradual intensity as the new angle gives Jensen more control and precision of movement. Jared’s balls are drawing up tight, and Jensen’s ears are turning pink the way they do just before he’s about to blow. Jared gets a hand on his dick and strokes, the long shaft so wet with precome that there’s a dirty, slick sound as he jerks himself rough and fast and relentless. Jensen matches his pace, pounding into his body, thick, hard dick sliding in and out, maddening friction and fullness that swells impossibly further as Jensen gets closer.
“Jared,” he gasps, reaching down to rub Jared’s hole where his dick is sawing in and out, and Jared just fucking explodes at the touch of Jensen’s fingers on his rim, shooting come all the way up his chest, hitting his chin with it. His ass clenches painfully around Jensen, pulsing with every spurt from his cock and that feels, god, that feels so goddamn incredible, his muscles squeezing around Jensen’s flesh.
“Jared,” Jensen says, again, like he’s choking. Jared’s orgasm is still seizing his muscles when Jensen lets go, hips twisting and grinding into Jared. Wet, hot pulses of come flood Jared's insides, and that causes another shudder, another spurt from his dick, knowing he did that to Jensen and knowing that Jensen’s come is deep in his body. Jensen shakes above him, riding it out with short, jerky thrusts, but he’s looking right at Jared, green eyes hot and wet. He collapses after it’s over, weight on his elbows and his head on Jared’s shoulder.
“God,” Jensen says, warm breath ghosting over Jared’s sensitive skin. “You... wow.”
“Yeah. Wow,” Jared says, trying to get his breath back, staring at the ceiling, hand on the back of Jensen’s sweaty neck.
Jensen presses a kiss to Jared’s shoulder and pulls out carefully. Come immediately leaks from Jared’s loose hole in a slow trickle, and Jensen slides down his body with trembling muscles, clearly exhausted.
“Turn over,” Jensen says and Jared flushes from head to toe as he remembers what he asked for during sex. He’s not really going to...
Jensen’s smile is wolfish and happily tired and beautiful as he leans in to lick Jared’s inner thigh. “I promised.”
Author: neros_violin
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3700
Summary: Jared wants it bad.
Warnings: D/s if you squint, first time bottoming, bare-backing
Notes: Written for salt_burn_porn , for fleshflutter 's prompt I want it bad, your bad romance. I have no idea if this fits with the song - I listened to it at least fifty times today, though, so I hope some of it came through. ;) Unbeta'd, so if anyone sees mistakes, let me know!
The door snicks shut with a quiet click and the sound seems significant, somehow. Sweat is still cooling on Jared's chest and his dick is still aching in the leather pants he’s wearing but he’s not sure what’s going to happen now. They’re in uncharted territory, and the dark comfort of their house suddenly seems more dangerous and illicit than the club they’d been in twenty minutes ago, making out in front of a roomful of strangers.
The techno music keeps echoing through Jared’s body, nasty beat of percussion that vibrated up from the floor, into his bones and muscles, into his blood. He watched the people around him through slitted eyes, a writhing, grinding mass of bodies painted in shadows and light by the blinking strobes. The heat of all those people, warmed up by dancing and sex, burned into his skin. Sweat dropped from his soaking wet hair onto his neck and shoulders, snaked its way down his naked chest and under his waistband. Strong hands rested on his waist, soft lips brushed the shell of his ear and a hard dick pressed insistently into his ass through glove-tight leather. The hips that cradled his rocked with small undulations that barely matched the beat of the music, dancing that felt more like fucking.
“They’re all watching you,” Jensen growled, and bit Jared’s jaw. It was true. Anonymous eyes flashed appreciatively as they landed on Jared’s body, raked up and down his torso, starting at the tendons standing out in his neck and finishing around the level of his crotch, which bulged obscenely and obviously with the erection he’d had since Jensen buckled the leather cuff around his wrist. They never quite made it to Jared’s face.
“You like that they’re watching you, watching us, because if they are, they know, don’t they? Know you’re mine.” Jared shuddered all the way down from Jensen’s words, the way he said them, the way he’d done this, for Jared.
Jared had asked in the heat of the moment, mouth running filth the way that it always does when he’s fucking Jensen, like he’s got no filters or walls or boundaries at all. Which, when it comes to Jensen, he really doesn’t. He didn’t expect Jensen to take him seriously - hell, he hadn’t even remembered begging for it until Jensen showed up with leather pants, and even then it was just indistinct impressions of his own breathy moans and pleas - but he was glad Jensen did. It made something warm and loose unfurl in his gut that he could trust Jensen with this, something he’s always been curious about, always wanted to try. He just never felt he could put himself out there or give himself over to anyone else. It surprises Jared sometimes, that it’s Jensen he wants to do everything with, try everything with, but it really shouldn’t. They’re in each other’s hands all day every day on set, in each other’s pockets at night sharing a living space, and it’s all so goddamn easy, always has been.
Jensen wound a hand into Jared’s wet hair, pulled his head where he wanted it. “Think they’re jealous, Jay? I think they’re jealous. Way you look, they’d have to be.” He punctuated the sentence with a vicious twist of Jared’s nipple, soothed the ache with a soft brush of his thumb. Jensen was so good at this, being this, that Jared wasn’t sure how much of it was Jensen’s talent as a performer, throwing himself into another role, and how much of it was genuine enjoyment of being in charge, taking control. “Watch,” Jensen said, and there was an order in his voice that Jared was eager to obey. Jensen’s hand was abnormally white in the unnatural flash of lights and contrasted sharply with Jared’s deep tan. Jensen trailed his fingers from Jared’s pecs, over the prominent bumps of his abs, into the cut of his hipbone revealed by the low-slung pants. Jared groaned as Jensen gripped his cock, traced the shape, massaged the shaft with his palm, rolled Jared’s balls with his fingers.
“They see this, and they want it,” Jensen said with another squeeze. “Want to fuck themselves on this cock, want to fuck your tight ass, see if it feels as good as it looks. But they can’t. I’m the only one gets to fuck you.”
Jared sucked in a gasp of air and his dick jumped against Jensen’s hand. “Jesus,” he muttered. They’ve experimented a lot in the time they’ve been together, in a lot of different ways, discovering each others’ likes and dislikes, and Jensen could have been referring to any of those things they’ve already done but Jared knew he wasn’t. The thought of it, of Jensen’s thick cock filling up his ass, stretching him open, had his body throbbing all over with anticipation and nerves, a thrum of sensation that synced with his pulse and felt like it was trying to beat out of his skin.
“You like that idea,” Jensen said, low and filthy, and it was a statement, not a question. “Want to know how it feels, all spread out and fucked out on my cock.”
Jared’s dick twitched again and Jensen made a noise low in his throat in response. His hands went back to Jared’s hips, steering him off the dance floor and into a dark, quiet corner illuminated by the dim red glow of an emergency exit sign. Jared’s back hit the wall and he had a moment to appreciate the way Jensen looked - green eyes bright with hunger, lips and cheeks and chest flushed with arousal, pale skin of his trim waist cut with black leather, sweat spiking his hair and slicking his body, emphasizing the gentle definition of his muscles - before Jensen crowded his space. He gripped the back of Jared’s neck, brought their mouths close enough that his lips brushed Jared’s when he ordered thickly, “Kiss me.”
Jared whimpered at the sound of Jensen’s voice, just the right combination of authority and care, and pressed their mouths together, a hot, wet slide of lips and tongue. Jensen’s thumbs curled over Jared’s windpipe, hands encircling his neck completely and pressed in slightly as he licked into Jared’s mouth and sucked on his tongue. Jared groaned into the kiss; Jensen wasn’t restricting his air, but he could have been and the possibility of it combined with the knowledge that Jared would let him made his knees weak. He wondered if there’s anything he wouldn’t do with Jensen, if there’s anything he wouldn’t let Jensen to do him or anything he wouldn’t ask for, anything Jensen wouldn’t give him.
Jared took the free reign Jensen gave him with the kiss and savored it, trailing his tongue over the smooth, plump fullness of Jensen’s bottom lip, testing the texture of it between his teeth with small nips and tugs before licking at it again. He could spend hours with Jensen’s mouth, just kissing and licking and sucking at it, and he added that to the list of things he wants to do with Jensen as the kiss got sloppy, tangling tongues in each others’ mouths, bruising pressure of lips and teeth.
“Really want it, don’t you, Jay? Want me to fuck you?” Jensen asked in between small, tasting, teasing licks at the drying salt on Jared’s neck. “Why didn’t you just say something?”
Jared’s brain wasn’t really online at that point, but he stuttered some non-answer as he tried to grind his hips into Jensen’s. Truth was, he couldn’t have answered that question after five cups of coffee with Jensen at the other end of the room, keeping his hands and lips and body to himself. He’d thought about it, wondered what it might be like as he opened Jensen up with his fingers, wondered how it would feel if Jensen pulled his mouth off Jared’s cock and replaced the finger he was working into Jared’s ass with his dick. He just hadn’t been ready, and now that he was, he was damn ready.
But as much as he liked what they were doing, he didn’t want his first time bottoming to happen in the middle of a crowded fetish club. Maybe the third or fourth time, but not the first.
Jensen seemed to read all that in his face, communicating without words like they always did, his eyes boring into Jared’s like he could see everything inside him, read him like a book. “Gonna take you home,” Jensen promised, rubbing a thumb across Jared’s kiss-swollen mouth. “Gonna take you home, get you somewhere I can fuck you right. Make it so good for you, Jay, I swear.”
The ride was deliciously tense, Jensen whispering the goddamn dirtiest things he’d ever heard in his ear while Jared drove, painting mental pictures with his words that Jared saw in 3-D, keeping him worked up and throbbing and barely able to steer, practically panting for all the things Jensen said he was going to do to him up until the moment they pulled into the driveway.
Jared drops the keys on the table in the foyer, and Jensen is on him right away, taking away his apprehension and attacking his mouth with bruising kisses, fingers digging into hips before he releases Jared, almost violently. “Shoes, clothes, off,” Jensen says and Jared agrees. His heavy black boots land somewhere in the dining room, and he almost falls over getting out of his pants, too intent on watching Jensen take off his boots, muscles rippling for Jared’s greedy eyes. Jensen unbuttons his pants and Jared immediately focuses on Jensen’s cock as it’s revealed, engorged with blood, fat and heavy, head shiny with precome in the moonlight streaming in from the windows. His ass clenches at the thought of getting it inside, all that girth pushing into his hole.
“Hurry,” Jared says, and Jensen’s laugh makes his dick twitch. God, he’s so far gone. He doesn’t really care. “Seriously, hurry,” he demands, as Jensen struggles with the leather. “I want that dick inside me, don’t want to wait anymore.”
“Fuck, Jared,” Jensen says, finally kicking off the offending material.
“That’s the idea.”
“Yeah,” Jensen says, reaching for Jared. Jensen’s eyes are so dark, all pupil, dilated with want. His mouth is like sin on Jared’s, kissing him stupid, and his hands are sure, guiding Jared in the dark until his ass hits the back of the couch in the living room.
Jared feels like he’s been hard for fucking days, though it’s only been hours and that’s more than enough foreplay. Jensen seems to agree with him, because he manhandles Jared so that he’s bent over the back of the couch, ass up and fucking presented for Jensen. His dick rubs against the leather, enough friction to feel it, not enough to stimulate. It’s kind of pleasant torture, like working a loose tooth with your tongue - it hurts, and it feels good at the same time, relieves some pressure but makes the need worse.
Jensen’s hands roam the expanse of his back, strong and calloused, before landing on the globes of his ass cheeks, kneading and spreading. In an instant, Jensen is on his knees behind him, between his spread legs, mouthing at that sensitive spot between Jared’s ass and the top of his thigh. Jared shudders, knowing what’s coming next, and while he’s opened Jensen up like this before, he’s never been on the receiving end, not for this purpose.
Jared moans at the first touch of Jensen’s tongue, a teasing lick that moistens his hole, followed by several more, flutters of wet muscle that have Jared’s asshole clenching and releasing, begging like a little mouth. Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod, ohgod, finally, Jensen is licking with more force, broadening and flattening his tongue, interspersing the strokes with sucking kisses that make Jared moan. “Fuck, Jensen, god, that feels-“
“Like that?” Jensen asks between licks. “Like me sucking your asshole? You want, I’ll fuck you, get your hole all messy and loose, fill you up with spunk, and suck it out. Sound good?” Jared’s dick twitches and leaves a slimy trail of precome on the couch, sick roll of desire hitting him in the stomach as he imagines how that would feel. He’d be wet with Jensen’s come and spit, leaking it, and Jensen would just go back down there and start licking it up, putting his mouth on Jared’s abused asshole and dragging his come back out in long, sucking pulls, like getting a blow job in reverse.
“Anything,” Jared manages, and means it.
“Gonna do it, Jared,” he promises with a final hard suck on Jared’s hole.
“Want it,” Jared says, and he’s probably never meant anything more or been so honest in his life. At this minute, he can’t think of a goddamn thing he’d rather have.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking-“ Jensen doesn’t finish, words fading into a groan as he pushes a wet finger into Jared’s spit-slick hole, a slow, gentle glide that makes Jared’s hips stutter. There’s a feeling of fullness that isn’t quite enough, and his body instinctively seeks more. He whines as Jensen withdraws the finger and thrusts it back in, twisting on the way in, turning it over inside and dragging against his inner walls on the way out. Pleasure swirls in his brain, makes him dizzy and breathless. God, it feels so good, Jensen’s fingers inside him with intent, getting Jared nice and open and ready for his dick. “More,” Jared demands, and is that his voice, all cracked and rough with need?
“God, Jared,” Jensen breathes. He works a second finger in beside the first and this time there’s a bit of a burn as the muscle stretches to accommodate the intrusion, but it only adds to the sensation, makes everything good feel sharper and better. Jared bucks his hips back into Jensen’s hand and his dick just gets harder at the press and pull on his insides, blunt fingers catching on the edge of his asshole with each thrust of Jensen’s strong hands. “You want another one?” he asks, and Jared whines an affirmation.
“Yes,” Jared cries, on the verge of begging, full and getting fuller, but he’s sure it’s nothing compared to the way Jensen’s dick is going to feel, if he ever gets around to sticking it in Jared’s ass.
Jensen’s laugh makes its way through Jared’s pleasure haze and he realizes he must have said that last part out loud, which is surprising, because Jensen’s added a third finger and Jared’s brain can’t form words anymore. It’s just sensory input - cool leather brushing his dick, Jensen’s body heat radiating into his back and legs, bitter smell of sweat and precome, taste of Jensen still lingering in his mouth. The ridiculous way his ass feels, stuffed full of three of Jensen’s thick fingers, hole already stretched and sore, and Jensen’s fingers have nothing on the width of his cock. Jared’s muscles seize around Jensen’s fingers, wanting that girth to be in him and Jensen’s breath catches, feeling it from the inside.
“Okay,” he says, sounding as eager as Jared feels. “Okay, baby, gonna fuck you now, you ready?”
“Jesus fuck, Jensen, yes I’m fucking ready!” He’s barely finished when Jensen’s dick head prods at his entrance, slicker than it would be with just spit - Jensen must have snagged the lube from the end table on their way in. The press of that blunt head makes him feel empty, like he’s got to be full or he’s going to fucking die, like he needs something inside of him, and if this is anywhere close to what Jensen feels when Jared fucks him, Jared really doesn’t know how he survives it. “Please, please, just put it in, god, need it, please,” Jared says, broken open and begging.
Jensen makes a small noise of disbelief or arousal - Jared wishes he could see his face, even though he knows this is the easiest way to start, and he swears to himself that he’s going to finish face to face, though he’s really in no position to be making that call - and pushes his hips forward, still slow but with steady pressure, the wide tip breaching Jared inch by inch until Jared's ass is pulled so far open that his throat feels tight with it. “Yes, god, feels so good, keep going, please, don’t stop,” Jared says, string of words coming from deep in his brain where conscious thought doesn’t intrude.
“Jared, Jesus, you’re so tight, I can’t-“ Jensen swivels his hips and sinks in another inch, fat cock head finally popping through the strong ring of muscle. They both moan at the same time, incredible heat and tightness, and Jensen rocks forward another inch, nearing the end point of where his fingers could reach, where Jared has been stretched. “Gotta work you open, god, you’re so goddamn tight, look so good, feel so good, gonna make you feel it,” Jensen says. Jared has no idea what any of that means, just knows he could probably come from listening to Jensen talk, so he whines with loss when Jensen withdraws until only the head of his cock remains inside Jared’s body. “Shhh, shhh, I’m coming back,” Jensen soothes and he does what he said he was going to, pushes his shaft back into Jared, thick length filling Jared up to bursting even though he knows Jensen’s only giving him the first four inches, maybe five this time, if the burning ache of his insides is any indication. Jared holds his breath on the next pull out, exhales on the push in, and takes another inch as his body opens up for Jensen.
Jensen fucks him slow, at first, short strokes that get easier with each one, less catch and drag, more smooth friction, until Jared is writhing on the end of Jensen’s cock, rocking his hips back and forth, trying to get some relief. “Jensen, deeper, please, harder,” he pants, and Jensen must have been waiting for him, because his next few thrusts are uncontrolled, deep slams into Jared’s guts that have both of them grunting and groaning. Sweat drips from the tips of Jared’s hair onto the couch, big round drops that darken the color, and he’s seeing starbursts as Jensen’s dick drags over his prostate, making his entire body jerk like he’s touched a live wire. “Fuck, Jensen!”
Jensen angles his next thrusts toward that spot, hitting it every other push in, stimulating it on the pull out and pressure gathers at the base of Jared's spine. “Stop, stop, stop,” he says, desperate, and Jensen does, right away, sliding from Jared’s body with an obscene squelching sound.
“What? Are you okay? Jared, are you okay?”
Jared wobbles on pleasure-shaky muscles and kisses Jensen’s full mouth. “I’m great. But I wanna come like this, wanna see your face while you fuck me,” he says, folding himself down onto the rug. Jensen stares at him with his mouth agape, dick bobbing and jerking in the air, and Jared laughs. “Or you could just watch me finish.”
“No, no, no,” Jensen says, falling to his knees and crawling over Jared. “No, your plan is good.” Jensen is so goddamn gorgeous that it’s unbelievable, splotchy red cheeks and kiss swollen mouth and sweat covered torso spattered with freckles. Jared watches his face as Jensen gets on his knees and grasps Jared’s hips to pull him close, watches the emotion flicker from disbelief to gratitude to lust as he lines up his dick and slides right in to Jared’s hole, all slick and open now, an easy glide that has him balls deep. “Oh, fuck, god, Jared.” Jensen’s stomach muscles ripple as he starts to thrust, working his hips in a graceful figure eight motion that Jared’s not sure he could ever duplicate. He keeps a steady, firm pace and Jared’s pleasure spikes with a gradual intensity as the new angle gives Jensen more control and precision of movement. Jared’s balls are drawing up tight, and Jensen’s ears are turning pink the way they do just before he’s about to blow. Jared gets a hand on his dick and strokes, the long shaft so wet with precome that there’s a dirty, slick sound as he jerks himself rough and fast and relentless. Jensen matches his pace, pounding into his body, thick, hard dick sliding in and out, maddening friction and fullness that swells impossibly further as Jensen gets closer.
“Jared,” he gasps, reaching down to rub Jared’s hole where his dick is sawing in and out, and Jared just fucking explodes at the touch of Jensen’s fingers on his rim, shooting come all the way up his chest, hitting his chin with it. His ass clenches painfully around Jensen, pulsing with every spurt from his cock and that feels, god, that feels so goddamn incredible, his muscles squeezing around Jensen’s flesh.
“Jared,” Jensen says, again, like he’s choking. Jared’s orgasm is still seizing his muscles when Jensen lets go, hips twisting and grinding into Jared. Wet, hot pulses of come flood Jared's insides, and that causes another shudder, another spurt from his dick, knowing he did that to Jensen and knowing that Jensen’s come is deep in his body. Jensen shakes above him, riding it out with short, jerky thrusts, but he’s looking right at Jared, green eyes hot and wet. He collapses after it’s over, weight on his elbows and his head on Jared’s shoulder.
“God,” Jensen says, warm breath ghosting over Jared’s sensitive skin. “You... wow.”
“Yeah. Wow,” Jared says, trying to get his breath back, staring at the ceiling, hand on the back of Jensen’s sweaty neck.
Jensen presses a kiss to Jared’s shoulder and pulls out carefully. Come immediately leaks from Jared’s loose hole in a slow trickle, and Jensen slides down his body with trembling muscles, clearly exhausted.
“Turn over,” Jensen says and Jared flushes from head to toe as he remembers what he asked for during sex. He’s not really going to...
Jensen’s smile is wolfish and happily tired and beautiful as he leans in to lick Jared’s inner thigh. “I promised.”