Fic: The Worst De-Virginizing Ever | cw rps | jensen/jared | adult
The Worst De-Virginizing Ever
Fandom: CW RPS
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: Adult
Comments: Written for madame_d, who requested a Chicagoland timestamp: Jared's first time on the bottom. I think this mostly stands alone, so you don't have to go back and read Chicagoland itself. Almost a year after Easy As Pie.
Jensen had it all planned out, how things would be for Jared's first time. Not that Jared is a virgin or anything because clearly, clearly he's not, but he's never done this before and okay, so maybe Jensen's a little nervous about the whole thing. It's a lot of responsibility, taking someone's ass virginity, and if you do it wrong, Jensen thinks, you can totally scar the guy for life. Also, they'll never let you near their ass again, and the last thing Jensen wants is to fuck this up and ruin his and Jared's sex life forever.
In any case, it's really important that Jensen get everything just right for Jared's first time, which is why he had everything planned out so carefully. It was going to be like in the movies, or at least, in straight romantic comedies starring Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks, but without all the near-misses and chance meetings, and actually ending in sex. So maybe more like a romantic comedy combined with Feisty Firemen 5. Well, not the butt plug scene. Jensen doesn't think Jared's really ready for toys yet
So it was going to be very romantic, with flowers and scented candles (gardenia, because they were all out of vanilla and mocha would just make Jensen crave coffee) and a home cooked meal because Jensen, unlike Jared, can actually cook and knows the difference between the varieties of tofu. Jensen was just in the middle of putting the pie in the oven to bake when he heard Jared at the door, taking off his coat and hat and boots and singing (off-key) to himself.
And that's when everything went terribly, horribly wrong.
Because as it turns out, Jared is allergic to gardenia. Very, very allergic, in that face-puffing-up, can't-breathe, going-to-suffocate-to-death sort of way that some people get with, like, peanuts or horses or whatever. Jared's kryptonite is gardenia, and so now, instead of the lovely, romantic evening ending in some (hopefully) mutually pleasurable ass fucking, they're stuck in triage at the Emergency Room waiting while the Canadians decide whether or not they're obligated to treat Jared, wearing overpriced Canucks t-shirts because the clothes they were wearing reeked so much of gardenia that Jared was starting to break out into hives.
This is officially the worst de-virginizing ever.
*
"What kind of guy buys gardenia-scented candles anyway?" Jared says, fiddling with his hospital gown ties. The Canadians finally relented and showed them to a room, where they've been waiting for almost thirty minutes now, but then again, Jensen guesses that an allergic reaction that's mostly calmed down now probably isn't a high priority. Plus, Jensen doesn't really mind that much. The gown is nice. Well, it provides easy access, anyway, and Jensen wonders how the Canadians would feel if it went missing, because he's always had this doctor fantasy, so, yeah. The gown is pretty nice. If Jared didn't have hives, it'd be even nicer.
"The kind of guy who was trying to have a romantic, de-virginizing evening of mutually pleasurable ass fucking," Jensen says. "I made pie. And now it's ruined."
"What kind of pie?" Jared asks in a small voice. "Was it the special one, with the apples and the stuff on top?"
"Yeah," Jensen says. "And. I really am sorry about the gardenia thing. I knew I should've gotten the mocha candles but I'm trying really hard to break my Starbucks addiction and only buy free-trade coffee so I just thought-"
"Hey," Jared says, giving him a weak smile, fingers twitching like he really wants to itch at the hives. "It's, you know. It's okay. It's sort of cute. You were trying to be all romantic. It's sweet."
"Except for the almost killing you thing."
"Well, yeah. God, where the fuck is the doctor?" Jared says, shifting uncomfortably on the exam table and biting his lip. "The hives are spreading to ah, fuck, places, and it is not good."
Jensen grins. "Places, huh?" He waggles his fingers at Jared. "I could help you scratch that, you know."
"I hate you," Jared says. "And I hate gardenia."
"I know, baby. Life is hard."
*
So Jensen's original plan doesn't work out, pretty much in every way imaginable, and then it's back to work and back to twelve-hour days and back to collapsing into bed at night and waking up at the crack of dawn to start it all over again. They barely have the time for handjobs, much less a full-on devirginizing, and okay, Jensen really loves his job, but it's just sad when he doesn't even have the energy to fuck his boyfriend.
A few weeks later and they finally have some time off, so they end up at the park with the dogs. It's getting colder now, late September and the leaves are changing already, a mix of yellows and reds and browns that Jensen never gets to see back home or in LA. He could do without the cold, but he likes this part-having seasons. He never really thought about it before, but it's nice, living someplace that's constantly changing. It even smells different now. It smells like fall, Jensen thinks, and tosses the football to Jared.
"You're throwing like a girl!" Jared calls out from the other end of the field. The dogs are running around wild, sticking their noses in the thin layer of fallen leaves on the grass. Jensen shivers a little in his sweater and smiles.
"I'm just going easy on you," he says, "seeing as I nearly killed you the other week."
And then Jared's making a face and tossing the ball to the ground, running across the field with the dogs barking excitedly after him and tackling Jensen to the ground. "You suck at blocking, too," Jared says, grinning down at him.
"If you don't quit insulting my athletic prowess, I'm not gonna suck at anything." And then Sadie licks his eye and gets her tongue up his nose and Jared rolls off him, laughing and saying, "Good dog, good girl, tell him how you feel!"
They drop the dogs at Jared's and go back to Jensen's place, because Jensen has a real house and not just a hotel, and besides which, he spent three days de-gardeniaing the place just for Jared, he thinks Jared should be grateful. Instead, Jared demands "a beer, or hot chocolate. Or hot chocolate with booze, because it's fucking cold outside, fucking Canada!"
"You know it's only September, right?" Jensen says, grabbing a couple beers from the fridge. He flops down on the couch next to Jared, who already has the football game on, and hands him a beer. "It's just gonna get colder. And colder. And colder."
"Don't remind me," Jared says. The first beer goes fast and the game is boring-college football has never really been Jensen's thing anyway, and these are teams he could give a shit less about. He pokes at Jared until he can spread out against him, face pressed against the soft, worn fabric of Jared's sweatshirt that maybe smells a little from their walk to the park, but in a good way, like leaves and fall and sweat and Jared.
*
He wakes up in bed with Jared pressed against his side, drooling on his arm, which is sort of gross and sort of cute, and yeah, Jensen's pretty gone. He's pretty in love and it's not something he planned, it's not something he was looking for, but when you start to think that someone drooling on you is sort of adorable, that's pretty much it.
It's still daytime outside, the light coming in through his bedroom window a faded yellow. The television is still on in the living room and Jensen can hear the muffled rumble of the announcer's voice calling plays. Notre Dame is winning, he thinks, and rolls over on his side to look at Jared, who sniffles and drools a little more, and yeah, Jensen's completely gone, because that's completely adorable.
He wipes at Jared's mouth with the edge of the sheet and trails his fingers down along the curve of Jared's waist, the slight indent of his hip where's Jensen's thumb fits so perfectly. Jared twitches a bit and Jensen can't help it, he rubs his fingers over the soft line of Jared's dick beneath his boxers. He loves the way this feels, the slow build, the way Jared's dick gets hotter and harder beneath his fingers until Jared's eyes flutter open and he mumbles, "Molesting me in my sleep again, pervert?"
"Yeah," Jensen says, grinning, and slides Jared's boxers down just far enough to wrap his fingers around Jared's dick. Jared's hips stutter forward and his breath catches in his throat and it's, yeah. Jensen could watch this forever and it's always good, it's always so hot with Jared, the way he leans forward and tries to kiss Jensen, but just ends up breathing into his mouth instead.
"I want," Jared says, swallowing hard and rolling his hips forward to force his dick through the circle of Jensen's fingers. "I want you to. We should. Yeah."
Jensen squeezes a little and Jared moans low in his throat. "Yeah?" he says. It's not how he pictured it. It's not, you know, the perfect first time with the candles and the flowers and everything planned out, but that way didn't really work the first time, so. So.
"Yeah," Jared says, and presses his mouth against Jensen's throat, open and wet and hot. "Yeah, come on."
And then it's trying to get naked as fast as possible, Jensen fumbling in his bedside table for lube and nearly having a panic attack when he can't find it right away because it's somehow gotten lodged underneath a magazine ("GQ, Jensen, seriously? You masturbate to GQ?" "It's got Anderson Cooper on the cover."). But then he finds it and it's good, everything's good, everything's fantastic, especially the feel of Jared around his fingers, tight and hot and yes. Yes.
Jensen rests his forehead on Jared's chest, absently mouthing at the skin there while his fingers press inside, slow, so slow, because this is Jared's first time and it might not be the devirginizing Jensen had planned, but it's gonna be pretty good, anyway.
"Is this. This is okay?" Jensen asks, twisting his fingers just so. Jared makes a surprised noise and his hips jerk up, trying to get more inside, deeper. Jensen smiles against his skin and looks up. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Jared says. "Yeah, you should. We should-uh-now."
And then he's pressing inside, slow, so slow, and it's, god. It's been a while, a really long time since Jensen was inside anyone and he forgot how fucking good this is, or maybe it was never this good before, but it's, yeah, it's hard not to just shove forward. He wants in, wants more, but Jared is biting down hard on his lip, fingers wrapped bruisingly tight around Jensen's forearms and Jensen knew. He knew it'd be harder this way, but he wanted to see Jared's face when this. When they-
"Okay?" Jensen asks, leaning down to brush his lips across Jared's cheek. "Should I. Want to stop?"
"No. Keep. Just, come on," Jared says, trying to shift his hips up. And then Jensen's in, all the way in with another small twist of his hips and Jared's mouth opens and closes, opens again on a gasp when Jensen starts to move in small, slow thrusts. "It's, yeah, it's good," Jared says, and reaches down to pulls Jensen in tighter, grinds up against him hard.
It's good, Jensen thinks as he pulls out and slides back in, slick and hot and yeah, it's good. It's better than good, his hips seems to have a mind of their own and it's just, in in, he always wants to be here. He wraps his fingers around Jared's dick and pulls once, twice, swipes his thumb over the head and thrusts in, a fast slide forward and then Jared's shaking and coming over Jensen's fingers, spasming around Jensen's dick and he can't help it. Can't stop himself from fucking Jared through it until he's coming himself in short, grinding thrusts, Jared's legs wrapped around his hips, holding him in.
Later, after they've showered and changed the sheets and eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwiches standing over the counter in the kitchen, after they've brushed their teeth and flossed and gotten back into bed, Jensen says, "So, was it, you know. How you thought it would be?"
"The bread was a little hard and I still don't get the whole natural peanut butter thing, like, what's the deal with the oil and how you have to stir it in, that's pretty weird. But yeah, it was pretty good for a sandwich."
"Fucker," Jensen says, kicking him under the blankets. He traces the thin blue spiderweb of veins on the inside of Jared's wrist. "You know what I mean."
"Was it everything I ever hoped for in an ass devirginizing?" Jared laughs a little and tightens his arm around Jensen's shoulders. "Yeah, it was pretty awesome. I knew I'd be good at it, though. I'm good at everything."
"Everything?" Jensen says. "Even pie making?"
"Shut it. You'll just have to bake my pies for me from now on."
From now on, Jensen thinks, and smiles a little in the dark. From now on sounds pretty good.
Fandom: CW RPS
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: Adult
Comments: Written for madame_d, who requested a Chicagoland timestamp: Jared's first time on the bottom. I think this mostly stands alone, so you don't have to go back and read Chicagoland itself. Almost a year after Easy As Pie.
Jensen had it all planned out, how things would be for Jared's first time. Not that Jared is a virgin or anything because clearly, clearly he's not, but he's never done this before and okay, so maybe Jensen's a little nervous about the whole thing. It's a lot of responsibility, taking someone's ass virginity, and if you do it wrong, Jensen thinks, you can totally scar the guy for life. Also, they'll never let you near their ass again, and the last thing Jensen wants is to fuck this up and ruin his and Jared's sex life forever.
In any case, it's really important that Jensen get everything just right for Jared's first time, which is why he had everything planned out so carefully. It was going to be like in the movies, or at least, in straight romantic comedies starring Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks, but without all the near-misses and chance meetings, and actually ending in sex. So maybe more like a romantic comedy combined with Feisty Firemen 5. Well, not the butt plug scene. Jensen doesn't think Jared's really ready for toys yet
So it was going to be very romantic, with flowers and scented candles (gardenia, because they were all out of vanilla and mocha would just make Jensen crave coffee) and a home cooked meal because Jensen, unlike Jared, can actually cook and knows the difference between the varieties of tofu. Jensen was just in the middle of putting the pie in the oven to bake when he heard Jared at the door, taking off his coat and hat and boots and singing (off-key) to himself.
And that's when everything went terribly, horribly wrong.
Because as it turns out, Jared is allergic to gardenia. Very, very allergic, in that face-puffing-up, can't-breathe, going-to-suffocate-to-death sort of way that some people get with, like, peanuts or horses or whatever. Jared's kryptonite is gardenia, and so now, instead of the lovely, romantic evening ending in some (hopefully) mutually pleasurable ass fucking, they're stuck in triage at the Emergency Room waiting while the Canadians decide whether or not they're obligated to treat Jared, wearing overpriced Canucks t-shirts because the clothes they were wearing reeked so much of gardenia that Jared was starting to break out into hives.
This is officially the worst de-virginizing ever.
*
"What kind of guy buys gardenia-scented candles anyway?" Jared says, fiddling with his hospital gown ties. The Canadians finally relented and showed them to a room, where they've been waiting for almost thirty minutes now, but then again, Jensen guesses that an allergic reaction that's mostly calmed down now probably isn't a high priority. Plus, Jensen doesn't really mind that much. The gown is nice. Well, it provides easy access, anyway, and Jensen wonders how the Canadians would feel if it went missing, because he's always had this doctor fantasy, so, yeah. The gown is pretty nice. If Jared didn't have hives, it'd be even nicer.
"The kind of guy who was trying to have a romantic, de-virginizing evening of mutually pleasurable ass fucking," Jensen says. "I made pie. And now it's ruined."
"What kind of pie?" Jared asks in a small voice. "Was it the special one, with the apples and the stuff on top?"
"Yeah," Jensen says. "And. I really am sorry about the gardenia thing. I knew I should've gotten the mocha candles but I'm trying really hard to break my Starbucks addiction and only buy free-trade coffee so I just thought-"
"Hey," Jared says, giving him a weak smile, fingers twitching like he really wants to itch at the hives. "It's, you know. It's okay. It's sort of cute. You were trying to be all romantic. It's sweet."
"Except for the almost killing you thing."
"Well, yeah. God, where the fuck is the doctor?" Jared says, shifting uncomfortably on the exam table and biting his lip. "The hives are spreading to ah, fuck, places, and it is not good."
Jensen grins. "Places, huh?" He waggles his fingers at Jared. "I could help you scratch that, you know."
"I hate you," Jared says. "And I hate gardenia."
"I know, baby. Life is hard."
*
So Jensen's original plan doesn't work out, pretty much in every way imaginable, and then it's back to work and back to twelve-hour days and back to collapsing into bed at night and waking up at the crack of dawn to start it all over again. They barely have the time for handjobs, much less a full-on devirginizing, and okay, Jensen really loves his job, but it's just sad when he doesn't even have the energy to fuck his boyfriend.
A few weeks later and they finally have some time off, so they end up at the park with the dogs. It's getting colder now, late September and the leaves are changing already, a mix of yellows and reds and browns that Jensen never gets to see back home or in LA. He could do without the cold, but he likes this part-having seasons. He never really thought about it before, but it's nice, living someplace that's constantly changing. It even smells different now. It smells like fall, Jensen thinks, and tosses the football to Jared.
"You're throwing like a girl!" Jared calls out from the other end of the field. The dogs are running around wild, sticking their noses in the thin layer of fallen leaves on the grass. Jensen shivers a little in his sweater and smiles.
"I'm just going easy on you," he says, "seeing as I nearly killed you the other week."
And then Jared's making a face and tossing the ball to the ground, running across the field with the dogs barking excitedly after him and tackling Jensen to the ground. "You suck at blocking, too," Jared says, grinning down at him.
"If you don't quit insulting my athletic prowess, I'm not gonna suck at anything." And then Sadie licks his eye and gets her tongue up his nose and Jared rolls off him, laughing and saying, "Good dog, good girl, tell him how you feel!"
They drop the dogs at Jared's and go back to Jensen's place, because Jensen has a real house and not just a hotel, and besides which, he spent three days de-gardeniaing the place just for Jared, he thinks Jared should be grateful. Instead, Jared demands "a beer, or hot chocolate. Or hot chocolate with booze, because it's fucking cold outside, fucking Canada!"
"You know it's only September, right?" Jensen says, grabbing a couple beers from the fridge. He flops down on the couch next to Jared, who already has the football game on, and hands him a beer. "It's just gonna get colder. And colder. And colder."
"Don't remind me," Jared says. The first beer goes fast and the game is boring-college football has never really been Jensen's thing anyway, and these are teams he could give a shit less about. He pokes at Jared until he can spread out against him, face pressed against the soft, worn fabric of Jared's sweatshirt that maybe smells a little from their walk to the park, but in a good way, like leaves and fall and sweat and Jared.
*
He wakes up in bed with Jared pressed against his side, drooling on his arm, which is sort of gross and sort of cute, and yeah, Jensen's pretty gone. He's pretty in love and it's not something he planned, it's not something he was looking for, but when you start to think that someone drooling on you is sort of adorable, that's pretty much it.
It's still daytime outside, the light coming in through his bedroom window a faded yellow. The television is still on in the living room and Jensen can hear the muffled rumble of the announcer's voice calling plays. Notre Dame is winning, he thinks, and rolls over on his side to look at Jared, who sniffles and drools a little more, and yeah, Jensen's completely gone, because that's completely adorable.
He wipes at Jared's mouth with the edge of the sheet and trails his fingers down along the curve of Jared's waist, the slight indent of his hip where's Jensen's thumb fits so perfectly. Jared twitches a bit and Jensen can't help it, he rubs his fingers over the soft line of Jared's dick beneath his boxers. He loves the way this feels, the slow build, the way Jared's dick gets hotter and harder beneath his fingers until Jared's eyes flutter open and he mumbles, "Molesting me in my sleep again, pervert?"
"Yeah," Jensen says, grinning, and slides Jared's boxers down just far enough to wrap his fingers around Jared's dick. Jared's hips stutter forward and his breath catches in his throat and it's, yeah. Jensen could watch this forever and it's always good, it's always so hot with Jared, the way he leans forward and tries to kiss Jensen, but just ends up breathing into his mouth instead.
"I want," Jared says, swallowing hard and rolling his hips forward to force his dick through the circle of Jensen's fingers. "I want you to. We should. Yeah."
Jensen squeezes a little and Jared moans low in his throat. "Yeah?" he says. It's not how he pictured it. It's not, you know, the perfect first time with the candles and the flowers and everything planned out, but that way didn't really work the first time, so. So.
"Yeah," Jared says, and presses his mouth against Jensen's throat, open and wet and hot. "Yeah, come on."
And then it's trying to get naked as fast as possible, Jensen fumbling in his bedside table for lube and nearly having a panic attack when he can't find it right away because it's somehow gotten lodged underneath a magazine ("GQ, Jensen, seriously? You masturbate to GQ?" "It's got Anderson Cooper on the cover."). But then he finds it and it's good, everything's good, everything's fantastic, especially the feel of Jared around his fingers, tight and hot and yes. Yes.
Jensen rests his forehead on Jared's chest, absently mouthing at the skin there while his fingers press inside, slow, so slow, because this is Jared's first time and it might not be the devirginizing Jensen had planned, but it's gonna be pretty good, anyway.
"Is this. This is okay?" Jensen asks, twisting his fingers just so. Jared makes a surprised noise and his hips jerk up, trying to get more inside, deeper. Jensen smiles against his skin and looks up. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Jared says. "Yeah, you should. We should-uh-now."
And then he's pressing inside, slow, so slow, and it's, god. It's been a while, a really long time since Jensen was inside anyone and he forgot how fucking good this is, or maybe it was never this good before, but it's, yeah, it's hard not to just shove forward. He wants in, wants more, but Jared is biting down hard on his lip, fingers wrapped bruisingly tight around Jensen's forearms and Jensen knew. He knew it'd be harder this way, but he wanted to see Jared's face when this. When they-
"Okay?" Jensen asks, leaning down to brush his lips across Jared's cheek. "Should I. Want to stop?"
"No. Keep. Just, come on," Jared says, trying to shift his hips up. And then Jensen's in, all the way in with another small twist of his hips and Jared's mouth opens and closes, opens again on a gasp when Jensen starts to move in small, slow thrusts. "It's, yeah, it's good," Jared says, and reaches down to pulls Jensen in tighter, grinds up against him hard.
It's good, Jensen thinks as he pulls out and slides back in, slick and hot and yeah, it's good. It's better than good, his hips seems to have a mind of their own and it's just, in in, he always wants to be here. He wraps his fingers around Jared's dick and pulls once, twice, swipes his thumb over the head and thrusts in, a fast slide forward and then Jared's shaking and coming over Jensen's fingers, spasming around Jensen's dick and he can't help it. Can't stop himself from fucking Jared through it until he's coming himself in short, grinding thrusts, Jared's legs wrapped around his hips, holding him in.
Later, after they've showered and changed the sheets and eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwiches standing over the counter in the kitchen, after they've brushed their teeth and flossed and gotten back into bed, Jensen says, "So, was it, you know. How you thought it would be?"
"The bread was a little hard and I still don't get the whole natural peanut butter thing, like, what's the deal with the oil and how you have to stir it in, that's pretty weird. But yeah, it was pretty good for a sandwich."
"Fucker," Jensen says, kicking him under the blankets. He traces the thin blue spiderweb of veins on the inside of Jared's wrist. "You know what I mean."
"Was it everything I ever hoped for in an ass devirginizing?" Jared laughs a little and tightens his arm around Jensen's shoulders. "Yeah, it was pretty awesome. I knew I'd be good at it, though. I'm good at everything."
"Everything?" Jensen says. "Even pie making?"
"Shut it. You'll just have to bake my pies for me from now on."
From now on, Jensen thinks, and smiles a little in the dark. From now on sounds pretty good.