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Title: On Fire
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Massage - Foot rub
Medium: Fic
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: Jared goes for a run. A VERY long run. |SOUNDTRACK|
Notes: Beta done by the always-awesome kimberlyfdr. Thanks, hon!
Word Count: 1639
Jared's first mistake is going on a run with Supernatural's stunt coordinator, Todd. The man runs ultramarathons on the weekends, for fun.
His second mistake is thinking he can actually keep up with Todd for the entire 26.2 miles of what he calls a 'long run'. At mile twelve, Jared hears a sickening POP and feels a wet gush fill his right shoe.
Mistake number three is pushing himself so hard that when he comes to an abrupt stop to see why his foot is leaking, his body immediately revolts and forces him to throw up every last bite of omelet he'd had that morning.
Panting hard, he practically throws himself onto a clean patch of moss, the trees thankfully providing shade from the midday sun as he leans back on the gentle slope of the hill.
“Whoa, bro, are you okay?” Todd's already crouching down, offering him water and energy gels, the mere sight of which makes Jared want to puke again.
“Something exploded in my shoe.”
“Gnarly, bro. You under-pronate; probably got a hot spot and boom, pus explosion.”
Jared heaves again at the word, 'pus'. He's really had enough.
“My god. Who ran you over, and how many times?” Jensen crows as he pulls up, parking off the road to avoid oncoming traffic.
“Your mom.”
“Sounds about right-Jesus!”
It's then that Jensen spots the massive blisters on the sole of Jared's foot and his shock turns to mild disgust in a matter of seconds.
“I've puked enough for the both of us. Just take me home, Jen,” Jared sighs, too tired to care that Jensen's grossed out.
He keeps the rotten foot out the window on the way back. The rushing air takes the heat away from his throbbing injuries and, for the first time since stopping on the road, Jared's able to relax. He doesn't even mind that Jensen sprayed him down with Axe the second that he sat in the seat, or that he probably won't be walking correctly for a few days. He's just glad to be going home to a hot shower and a warm bed.
Once they arrive, Jensen's disgust gives way to compassion and, without so much as being asked, he starts getting everything together to patch Jared's foot up.
“I can't believe that twelve measly miles turned my foot into ground beef,” Jared comments as he limps into the bedroom, squinting against the midday sun coming in through the blinds. Sadie and Harley seem to sense something's wrong with their owner, because they tread behind him carefully, sniffing the air as though he smells differently.
“Right?” Jensen asks them, looking from their four-pawed friends back up to their owner. “See? Even the dogs think you reek. You. Into the shower.”
Jared merely laughs, shaking his head and making a 'yeah, yeah, I'm going' motion with his hands. When the shower starts going, Jensen starts setting up. Jared's father had bought them a first aid kit when they moved into the new house. It wasn't just the usual bandages and bug bite spray, but things that one would find in an actual hospital; sterile pads, a scalpel, gloves. Hell, if Jensen looks hard enough, he can probably find a bone saw in the box.
Soon enough, the running water stops and Jared eases his way back to the bed, his face clearly showing discomfort.
“Make that feet,” he comments, walking on the ball of one foot while balancing on the heel of the other. It's all quite comical, and Jensen can't keep from smirking as he takes in the sight.
“Feet?” he questions, looking up from where he's set up the last of the first aid supplies; Jensen ready to take care of the ground beef toes as best he can.
“Yeah, this one hasn't popped yet.”
“I think it's alive,” Jensen deadpans, his soft grin making it clear that he doesn't mind lancing it. Patting the bed in front of him, Jensen indicates for Jared to sit down, feet in his boyfriend's lap. Jared does as he's shown, his own eyes focused on trying to see just what's happening to his poor feet.
“Never thought your dad's first aid kit would come in handy,” Jensen chuckles, grabbing the small needle he'd just opened and heading for the big, un-popped blister first.
Jared winces as it pops, not so much because of the pain, but because of the sensation of his foot exploding yet again. With his eyes closed, it's hard to tell what's happening, but after a few minutes of swiping, prodding, and sticking of tape, it's clear that his feet are worse than he thought. It takes a few minutes for Jared to realize that Jensen has bandaged him up, cleaned up all the scraps of packaging, and taken off his gloves.
“What are you-” Jared's words turn into a tender moan as Jensen's hands, warm and well-oiled, begin massaging his sore muscles. His thumbs dig into the whip-tight arches, his fingers thread between Jared's toes, and when he gets to the heels, Jared lays back against the mattress; his face one of pure pleasure.
“You are a god among men,” he chuckles, cracking an eye open to blow a teasing kiss to Jensen.
“I've been told.” Jensen grins back, giving Jared's feet long, slow strokes; moving from the bottom to the tops, where the imprints of his socks still dimple his skin. With one last rub, Jensen gently lays Jared's feet on the mattress, checking his work to make sure none of the bandages are coming off.
“Better, there, road warrior?” He grins softly, patting Jared's thigh as he climbs into bed next to him.
“Much, thank you.”
Jared barely has time to get the words out before his lips are taken in a soft kiss; Jensen's mouth as soft and warm as his hands. All the aches in his body are forgotten as his boyfriend's tongue slides into his mouth, Jared's mind going hazy from how good it feels.
Since only one of them is clothed, Jared takes it upon himself to slowly slide his hands under the elastic of Jensen's shorts, ruching the material as he slides it over his delectable backside. Jensen groans softly as he shucks the shorts off, his shirt following soon after. He wants nothing between them, that much is clear.
“You're so fuckin' sexy,” he growls once he's thrown the shirt over his shoulder, Jensen looking at Jared like he's the hottest guy on the planet.
“Blisters and all?” Jared jokes, the words earning him another kiss.
“The fact that you ran twelve miles today just makes you that much more attractive in my book.”
Jensen's words are whispers, his breathing filled with lust, heavy and hard in his lungs as he trails his lips down Jared's clavicle, moving as far south as his boyfriend will let him. Jared moans again, kissing Jensen passionately and rolling his hips up, telling his lover exactly what he wants.
No one needs to speak as Jensen grabs the lube and Jared rolls them over so he's on top. All of Jensen's words have him feeling incredibly turned-on and Jared wants to give him a good show for all the trouble he went through patching him up.
“Jesus, look at you. Couldn't get any hotter if you tried.” Jensen's words accompany a bright smile, his hands gliding up Jared's thighs; meeting around his lover's cock where Jared can't stop the moans from coming out as Jensen strokes him slowly.
Jared's not sure whether it's Jensen's compliments or his fingers which have moved on to caressing him open, but his body suddenly rushes with warmth and he lets loos a guttural moan. Jensen just smiles, slipping another lubed finger deep inside.
“Get inside me, Jen! Wanna ride you,” Jared pants, his hands scrambling for Jensen's cock. He lines his lover up with his entrance, desperation and need filling every last vein.
Jensen's chest is heaving as hard as Jared's, his cock throbbing in his lover's hand as Jared guides him inside with a shared moan.
Jensen looks like he's in awe as Jared starts to writhe above him, hips snake-like as he pulls Jensen deeper with each rock and sway. His hands are everywhere, and Jared can't think of a time when he's felt more alive. Jensen never fails to make him feel like gold and now is definitely one of those times.
“Like what you see?” He grins down at Jensen; his boyfriend's hands bumping up his abs with what feels like slow reverence.
“I officially love it,” Jensen replies, bucking up deep into Jared. It's all Jared can do to keep the rhythm steady, but with his own hands on Jensen's flat stomach, their bodies pushing and pulling in unison, the heat quickly turns to boiling. It feels ten times better than the burn from running.
“Jensen, I'm gonna-” Jared's words are cut off, stamped into a half-cry as he comes hard, completely sated physically.
Jensen gives one more hard thrust and then he too is falling over the edge. Jared collapses limply in Jensen's arms, his breathing slowing as they both come down off their highs. With his wits returning, he can't help but joke with his boyfriend about the craziness of the day. Jared knows it'll get easier to run long distances the more he does it, but he isn't going out with Todd again. With a smirk, he looks up at Jensen.
“You going to come out on the next run with me?”
The prompt spank to his ass and the accompanying laugh is all the answer he needs.
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Massage - Foot rub
Medium: Fic
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: Jared goes for a run. A VERY long run. |SOUNDTRACK|
Notes: Beta done by the always-awesome kimberlyfdr. Thanks, hon!
Word Count: 1639
Jared's first mistake is going on a run with Supernatural's stunt coordinator, Todd. The man runs ultramarathons on the weekends, for fun.
His second mistake is thinking he can actually keep up with Todd for the entire 26.2 miles of what he calls a 'long run'. At mile twelve, Jared hears a sickening POP and feels a wet gush fill his right shoe.
Mistake number three is pushing himself so hard that when he comes to an abrupt stop to see why his foot is leaking, his body immediately revolts and forces him to throw up every last bite of omelet he'd had that morning.
Panting hard, he practically throws himself onto a clean patch of moss, the trees thankfully providing shade from the midday sun as he leans back on the gentle slope of the hill.
“Whoa, bro, are you okay?” Todd's already crouching down, offering him water and energy gels, the mere sight of which makes Jared want to puke again.
“Something exploded in my shoe.”
“Gnarly, bro. You under-pronate; probably got a hot spot and boom, pus explosion.”
Jared heaves again at the word, 'pus'. He's really had enough.
“My god. Who ran you over, and how many times?” Jensen crows as he pulls up, parking off the road to avoid oncoming traffic.
“Your mom.”
“Sounds about right-Jesus!”
It's then that Jensen spots the massive blisters on the sole of Jared's foot and his shock turns to mild disgust in a matter of seconds.
“I've puked enough for the both of us. Just take me home, Jen,” Jared sighs, too tired to care that Jensen's grossed out.
He keeps the rotten foot out the window on the way back. The rushing air takes the heat away from his throbbing injuries and, for the first time since stopping on the road, Jared's able to relax. He doesn't even mind that Jensen sprayed him down with Axe the second that he sat in the seat, or that he probably won't be walking correctly for a few days. He's just glad to be going home to a hot shower and a warm bed.
Once they arrive, Jensen's disgust gives way to compassion and, without so much as being asked, he starts getting everything together to patch Jared's foot up.
“I can't believe that twelve measly miles turned my foot into ground beef,” Jared comments as he limps into the bedroom, squinting against the midday sun coming in through the blinds. Sadie and Harley seem to sense something's wrong with their owner, because they tread behind him carefully, sniffing the air as though he smells differently.
“Right?” Jensen asks them, looking from their four-pawed friends back up to their owner. “See? Even the dogs think you reek. You. Into the shower.”
Jared merely laughs, shaking his head and making a 'yeah, yeah, I'm going' motion with his hands. When the shower starts going, Jensen starts setting up. Jared's father had bought them a first aid kit when they moved into the new house. It wasn't just the usual bandages and bug bite spray, but things that one would find in an actual hospital; sterile pads, a scalpel, gloves. Hell, if Jensen looks hard enough, he can probably find a bone saw in the box.
Soon enough, the running water stops and Jared eases his way back to the bed, his face clearly showing discomfort.
“Make that feet,” he comments, walking on the ball of one foot while balancing on the heel of the other. It's all quite comical, and Jensen can't keep from smirking as he takes in the sight.
“Feet?” he questions, looking up from where he's set up the last of the first aid supplies; Jensen ready to take care of the ground beef toes as best he can.
“Yeah, this one hasn't popped yet.”
“I think it's alive,” Jensen deadpans, his soft grin making it clear that he doesn't mind lancing it. Patting the bed in front of him, Jensen indicates for Jared to sit down, feet in his boyfriend's lap. Jared does as he's shown, his own eyes focused on trying to see just what's happening to his poor feet.
“Never thought your dad's first aid kit would come in handy,” Jensen chuckles, grabbing the small needle he'd just opened and heading for the big, un-popped blister first.
Jared winces as it pops, not so much because of the pain, but because of the sensation of his foot exploding yet again. With his eyes closed, it's hard to tell what's happening, but after a few minutes of swiping, prodding, and sticking of tape, it's clear that his feet are worse than he thought. It takes a few minutes for Jared to realize that Jensen has bandaged him up, cleaned up all the scraps of packaging, and taken off his gloves.
“What are you-” Jared's words turn into a tender moan as Jensen's hands, warm and well-oiled, begin massaging his sore muscles. His thumbs dig into the whip-tight arches, his fingers thread between Jared's toes, and when he gets to the heels, Jared lays back against the mattress; his face one of pure pleasure.
“You are a god among men,” he chuckles, cracking an eye open to blow a teasing kiss to Jensen.
“I've been told.” Jensen grins back, giving Jared's feet long, slow strokes; moving from the bottom to the tops, where the imprints of his socks still dimple his skin. With one last rub, Jensen gently lays Jared's feet on the mattress, checking his work to make sure none of the bandages are coming off.
“Better, there, road warrior?” He grins softly, patting Jared's thigh as he climbs into bed next to him.
“Much, thank you.”
Jared barely has time to get the words out before his lips are taken in a soft kiss; Jensen's mouth as soft and warm as his hands. All the aches in his body are forgotten as his boyfriend's tongue slides into his mouth, Jared's mind going hazy from how good it feels.
Since only one of them is clothed, Jared takes it upon himself to slowly slide his hands under the elastic of Jensen's shorts, ruching the material as he slides it over his delectable backside. Jensen groans softly as he shucks the shorts off, his shirt following soon after. He wants nothing between them, that much is clear.
“You're so fuckin' sexy,” he growls once he's thrown the shirt over his shoulder, Jensen looking at Jared like he's the hottest guy on the planet.
“Blisters and all?” Jared jokes, the words earning him another kiss.
“The fact that you ran twelve miles today just makes you that much more attractive in my book.”
Jensen's words are whispers, his breathing filled with lust, heavy and hard in his lungs as he trails his lips down Jared's clavicle, moving as far south as his boyfriend will let him. Jared moans again, kissing Jensen passionately and rolling his hips up, telling his lover exactly what he wants.
No one needs to speak as Jensen grabs the lube and Jared rolls them over so he's on top. All of Jensen's words have him feeling incredibly turned-on and Jared wants to give him a good show for all the trouble he went through patching him up.
“Jesus, look at you. Couldn't get any hotter if you tried.” Jensen's words accompany a bright smile, his hands gliding up Jared's thighs; meeting around his lover's cock where Jared can't stop the moans from coming out as Jensen strokes him slowly.
Jared's not sure whether it's Jensen's compliments or his fingers which have moved on to caressing him open, but his body suddenly rushes with warmth and he lets loos a guttural moan. Jensen just smiles, slipping another lubed finger deep inside.
“Get inside me, Jen! Wanna ride you,” Jared pants, his hands scrambling for Jensen's cock. He lines his lover up with his entrance, desperation and need filling every last vein.
Jensen's chest is heaving as hard as Jared's, his cock throbbing in his lover's hand as Jared guides him inside with a shared moan.
Jensen looks like he's in awe as Jared starts to writhe above him, hips snake-like as he pulls Jensen deeper with each rock and sway. His hands are everywhere, and Jared can't think of a time when he's felt more alive. Jensen never fails to make him feel like gold and now is definitely one of those times.
“Like what you see?” He grins down at Jensen; his boyfriend's hands bumping up his abs with what feels like slow reverence.
“I officially love it,” Jensen replies, bucking up deep into Jared. It's all Jared can do to keep the rhythm steady, but with his own hands on Jensen's flat stomach, their bodies pushing and pulling in unison, the heat quickly turns to boiling. It feels ten times better than the burn from running.
“Jensen, I'm gonna-” Jared's words are cut off, stamped into a half-cry as he comes hard, completely sated physically.
Jensen gives one more hard thrust and then he too is falling over the edge. Jared collapses limply in Jensen's arms, his breathing slowing as they both come down off their highs. With his wits returning, he can't help but joke with his boyfriend about the craziness of the day. Jared knows it'll get easier to run long distances the more he does it, but he isn't going out with Todd again. With a smirk, he looks up at Jensen.
“You going to come out on the next run with me?”
The prompt spank to his ass and the accompanying laugh is all the answer he needs.