Secret Life
Title: Secret Life
Pairings: Jensen/Jared
Rating: nc17
Summary: Jensen and Jared are both agents for an unknown department of defense for the United States government... Think Indiana Jones meets James Bond.
M@5t3R P05t
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Jared awakes with the sun filtering through the blinds of the windows and warm hands ghosting over his chest. Gradually opening his eyes, enjoying the pleasure the deadly hands make him feel, he smiles when he’s greeted with Jensen a few inches from his face. “Morning,” Jared whispers, his voice sounding rough like sandpaper.
“Hey you,” Jensen whispers back, leaning forward the few inches and kissing Jared as his hands continue to play across Jared’s chest.
Jared opens his mouth, ready with a comment about morning breath, when Jensen rolls closer, half his chest pressed to Jared’s and his right leg falling between Jared’s slightly spread ones; Jared forgets what he was going to say.
“Will you move back in?” Jensen asks softly, his hands now playing with Jared’s long strands of silky brown hair, his elbows barely touching the top of Jared’s shoulders.
“Do you want me to?” Jared just as gently questions as he pushes his head further into his pillow so that Jensen is more than just a blur.
“More than anything,” Jensen tells him, his voice feeding the emotion from his heart as he presses a kiss to Jared’s jaw. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything before.”
“I’ll pack my things,” Jared hurriedly whispers, his lips pushing against Jensen’s in a promise Jared plans on keeping. Jared wiggles trying to get up. His lower body pinned to the bed where Jensen is lying on top of him.
“Where’re you going?” Jensen asks, his eyes filled with confusion.
“To go get my things,” Jared replies, stroking lightly over Jensen’s back in reassurance that he’s coming back.
“I have a better idea,” Jensen replies with a smirk before slowly sliding down Jared’s body and hooking his thumbs in the taller man’s boxer to rid them from his slim hips.
Jared half moans, half laughs, as he pushes with his feet, thrusting his hips slightly in the air to make Jensen’s current objective easier; telling Jensen with his body that he’s up for what ever the other man has planned.
Jensen seals his lips slightly under Jared’s hip bone, sucking slightly and listening as the body under him whimpered in need. “Love the sounds you make,” Jensen whispers looking up the long body, his eyes connecting with Jared’s. “I want to be in you,” he pleads, “Need to know what you feel like.”
Jared’s nodding before he even realizes he wants to, “Please,” he whimpers as his body struggles to remain still, “Want you,” he moans his hips moving slightly, trying to get Jensen to pay attention to other things other than that damn spot near his hip.
Jensen softly chuckles as he moves faintly, his fingers reaching for the dresser drawer where he stashed the items he bought the day before. His fingers curl around the tube and the loose foil wrapper and reemerge victorious seconds before he slides back down Jared’s body and pushes the younger man’s legs apart.
Jensen slicks up his fingers, and with agonizingly slow touches he circles around Jared’s virginious hole. Jared hasn’t told Jensen, but by his movements he can tell that Jensen knows he hasn’t had sex in a while. Jared’s body tenses with the first penetration from Jensen’s index finger, his spine contorting as he tries to move away. “Shh,” Jensen whispers, his other hand moving to circle around Jared’s dick and with light strokes begin to calm the younger man. “I’ll go slow,” Jensen promises, his eyes overfilling with love as he gazes up at Jared. Jared nods, his breathe stolen from him and not able to form words. It takes a couple minutes but slowly Jared’s body relaxes allowing Jensen to easily pull his finger out and push it back in with little resistance.
With soft kisses laid over Jared’s thigh, Jensen’s one finger soon becomes two, only with a few strokes and stretching later to become three. Before Jared comprehends that Jensen’s fingers have been removed, Jensen positions the head of his cock at Jared’s now slick and slightly red hole, and gently presses in. It’s only when Jensen has pushed completely inside does Jared realize he must have been out of it not to realize Jensen rolling on the condom and coating himself with lube. “So tight,” Jensen moans, as he seals his lips to Jared’s once more. His tongue moving around Jared’s as he laps into his mouth.
“Please,” Jared whimpers, “God, move,” he pleads when the pressure becomes too much. Leisurely, Jensen pulls out of the constricting heat just to push back inside. Jensen repeats the movements at the same pace watching as Jared’s body begins to cover in sweat, his hair getting weighed down, and his belly button pooling with the salty water. Jared pushes his fingers through Jared’s hair, as he presses back against the older man, taking him faster than Jensen was allowing, “Faster, please,” Jared begs, his dick twitching with every slow scrape over his prostate, “Won’t last long,” he moans his hands falling to Jensen’s shoulders as he waits for Jensen to change the speed “Want to feel you.”
Jensen realizes two things then, one, he likes Jared’s voice when he begs and it starts to falter, and two, Jensen can’t deny Jared anything. He changes the tempo, and pushes faster into the willing body, his balls smacking Jared’s ass with every inward thrust. He groans when Jared’s muscles tighten around him, like his body is trying to strangle Jensen’s dick, which causes him to move even faster, his blood pumping faster as he heart speeds up, the sweat pouring down his back, and over his nose to land on Jared. He curls his fingers around Jared’s blood engorged cock and pulls once before Jared’s body begins to spasm and come spills over Jensen’s hand to land hot on Jared’s stomach. Three more thrusts and Jensen follows Jared, falling forward when his orgasm zaps his strength away.
Jared strokes up Jensen’s back, his fingers curling around the short hair at the nape of Jensen’s neck, “You okay?” he questions, his voice sounding ragged.
“Yeah,” Jensen answers softly, his head buried in Jared’s neck, “Give me a minute.”
Jared continues to run his hands up and down Jensen’s spine until with a groan, Jensen slips out of him and falls to his side. “I’m hungry,” Jared yawns when his stomach chooses to rumble.
“You sound sleepy,” Jensen observes, his fingers trailing down Jared’s chest and swirling around the mess on his stomach. He idly draws patterns through the drying come before leaning over Jared and grabbing a shirt and cleaning the younger man off. With a grimace he pulls the condom off of his softening dick, ties it, and disposes of it in the small trash can beside his bed. “Take a nap,” Jensen tells him as he moves his legs and sits on the bed, leaning down to seal his lips over Jared’s, “I’ll run out and find us something to eat.”
“Want you,” Jared whines, his eyes closed, as Jensen once more leans down to kiss him again. This time lingering, Jensen’s tongue fleeting over Jared’s lips before he pulls back.
“I’ll be back soon,” Jensen promises, as he stands, goes to his dresser, and pulls on a pair of sweats. He begins to tug a shirt over his head, “We can eat, then you can curl up beside of me and sleep,” Jensen says with a smile, as he drops back down to the bed to kiss Jared again. “I’ll be back in half an hour.”
Jared hums, his eyes still closed. He begins to fall asleep before Jensen even makes it to the bedroom door.
Twenty minutes later, Jensen pushes the front door open. He slips out of his shoes, stops at the refrigerator, pulling out two beers, and makes his way to the bedroom to have an early lunch with Jared. Jensen stops in the doorway of his room, the bags in his hands falling to the floor as he takes in the state of the room. Everything is overturned, the covers from the bed thrown about, and Jared’s missing. Still lying on the floor are Jared’s clothes, his shoes pushed slightly under the bed, and the window to the fire escape is standing open.
Jensen walks further into the room; he pulls out his phone and places a call to Steve. The man had told him to call if he ever needed anything, and he found Jared once maybe he could do it again. The call just does connect with Jensen see’s a fingerprint on the outside of the window. “Get down here, it’s about Jared,” he tells Steve before snapping his cell shut.
Jensen goes to the closet, grabs out on of the duffels his had brought and pulls out a kit. He then returns to the window, slips out onto the fire escape and begins dusting the fingerprint with black powder. With a press of the clear tape to the powder, Jensen has a fingerprint of hopefully the person that has taken Jared. He knows Jared’s been taken against his will, he can feel it in his gut; just like he knows Jared is the one that destroyed his bedroom by putting up a fight with his abductor.
Jensen steps back in his room, moves to the dresser and picks up his laptop and walks to the kitchen when he hears the knocking on the door. He places the laptop and the fingerprint on the table and opens the door to a red faced Steve who obviously had ran to Jensen’s. Jensen leaves the door open and makes his way back to the laptop and powers it up.
“Where’s Jared?” Steve asks, concern laced through his voice.
“He’s been kidnapped,” Jensen tells him, his voice completely devoid of emotion. “How good are you at hacking and not getting caught?” he asks, his mind still whirling with the fact that Jared is missing.
“As good as Jared,” Steve answering, “What do you mean Jared’s been kidnapped?”
“Someone has taken him. I want him back,” Jensen growls, standing and motioning to the laptop. “Go through the FBI, the highest detective has clearance to use AGEN’s fingerprint database. Access it and,” he says holding up the fingerprint, “find the fuckers that took Jared so I can kill them.” Steve doesn’t argue. He just sits at the table and as fast as he can, accesses the information Jensen wants.
Jensen pulls out his cell, getting ready to call Went and Ellen, when the program makes a beeping noise and Steve slides his chair away from the table. Jensen leans over and looks at the program. “No fucking way,” he whispers are he stares at the picture of the owner of the fingerprint, before closing his cell because there is no way in hell Jensen's getting the other two agents involved with this.
Pairings: Jensen/Jared
Rating: nc17
Summary: Jensen and Jared are both agents for an unknown department of defense for the United States government... Think Indiana Jones meets James Bond.
M@5t3R P05t
< 009519 >
Jared awakes with the sun filtering through the blinds of the windows and warm hands ghosting over his chest. Gradually opening his eyes, enjoying the pleasure the deadly hands make him feel, he smiles when he’s greeted with Jensen a few inches from his face. “Morning,” Jared whispers, his voice sounding rough like sandpaper.
“Hey you,” Jensen whispers back, leaning forward the few inches and kissing Jared as his hands continue to play across Jared’s chest.
Jared opens his mouth, ready with a comment about morning breath, when Jensen rolls closer, half his chest pressed to Jared’s and his right leg falling between Jared’s slightly spread ones; Jared forgets what he was going to say.
“Will you move back in?” Jensen asks softly, his hands now playing with Jared’s long strands of silky brown hair, his elbows barely touching the top of Jared’s shoulders.
“Do you want me to?” Jared just as gently questions as he pushes his head further into his pillow so that Jensen is more than just a blur.
“More than anything,” Jensen tells him, his voice feeding the emotion from his heart as he presses a kiss to Jared’s jaw. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything before.”
“I’ll pack my things,” Jared hurriedly whispers, his lips pushing against Jensen’s in a promise Jared plans on keeping. Jared wiggles trying to get up. His lower body pinned to the bed where Jensen is lying on top of him.
“Where’re you going?” Jensen asks, his eyes filled with confusion.
“To go get my things,” Jared replies, stroking lightly over Jensen’s back in reassurance that he’s coming back.
“I have a better idea,” Jensen replies with a smirk before slowly sliding down Jared’s body and hooking his thumbs in the taller man’s boxer to rid them from his slim hips.
Jared half moans, half laughs, as he pushes with his feet, thrusting his hips slightly in the air to make Jensen’s current objective easier; telling Jensen with his body that he’s up for what ever the other man has planned.
Jensen seals his lips slightly under Jared’s hip bone, sucking slightly and listening as the body under him whimpered in need. “Love the sounds you make,” Jensen whispers looking up the long body, his eyes connecting with Jared’s. “I want to be in you,” he pleads, “Need to know what you feel like.”
Jared’s nodding before he even realizes he wants to, “Please,” he whimpers as his body struggles to remain still, “Want you,” he moans his hips moving slightly, trying to get Jensen to pay attention to other things other than that damn spot near his hip.
Jensen softly chuckles as he moves faintly, his fingers reaching for the dresser drawer where he stashed the items he bought the day before. His fingers curl around the tube and the loose foil wrapper and reemerge victorious seconds before he slides back down Jared’s body and pushes the younger man’s legs apart.
Jensen slicks up his fingers, and with agonizingly slow touches he circles around Jared’s virginious hole. Jared hasn’t told Jensen, but by his movements he can tell that Jensen knows he hasn’t had sex in a while. Jared’s body tenses with the first penetration from Jensen’s index finger, his spine contorting as he tries to move away. “Shh,” Jensen whispers, his other hand moving to circle around Jared’s dick and with light strokes begin to calm the younger man. “I’ll go slow,” Jensen promises, his eyes overfilling with love as he gazes up at Jared. Jared nods, his breathe stolen from him and not able to form words. It takes a couple minutes but slowly Jared’s body relaxes allowing Jensen to easily pull his finger out and push it back in with little resistance.
With soft kisses laid over Jared’s thigh, Jensen’s one finger soon becomes two, only with a few strokes and stretching later to become three. Before Jared comprehends that Jensen’s fingers have been removed, Jensen positions the head of his cock at Jared’s now slick and slightly red hole, and gently presses in. It’s only when Jensen has pushed completely inside does Jared realize he must have been out of it not to realize Jensen rolling on the condom and coating himself with lube. “So tight,” Jensen moans, as he seals his lips to Jared’s once more. His tongue moving around Jared’s as he laps into his mouth.
“Please,” Jared whimpers, “God, move,” he pleads when the pressure becomes too much. Leisurely, Jensen pulls out of the constricting heat just to push back inside. Jensen repeats the movements at the same pace watching as Jared’s body begins to cover in sweat, his hair getting weighed down, and his belly button pooling with the salty water. Jared pushes his fingers through Jared’s hair, as he presses back against the older man, taking him faster than Jensen was allowing, “Faster, please,” Jared begs, his dick twitching with every slow scrape over his prostate, “Won’t last long,” he moans his hands falling to Jensen’s shoulders as he waits for Jensen to change the speed “Want to feel you.”
Jensen realizes two things then, one, he likes Jared’s voice when he begs and it starts to falter, and two, Jensen can’t deny Jared anything. He changes the tempo, and pushes faster into the willing body, his balls smacking Jared’s ass with every inward thrust. He groans when Jared’s muscles tighten around him, like his body is trying to strangle Jensen’s dick, which causes him to move even faster, his blood pumping faster as he heart speeds up, the sweat pouring down his back, and over his nose to land on Jared. He curls his fingers around Jared’s blood engorged cock and pulls once before Jared’s body begins to spasm and come spills over Jensen’s hand to land hot on Jared’s stomach. Three more thrusts and Jensen follows Jared, falling forward when his orgasm zaps his strength away.
Jared strokes up Jensen’s back, his fingers curling around the short hair at the nape of Jensen’s neck, “You okay?” he questions, his voice sounding ragged.
“Yeah,” Jensen answers softly, his head buried in Jared’s neck, “Give me a minute.”
Jared continues to run his hands up and down Jensen’s spine until with a groan, Jensen slips out of him and falls to his side. “I’m hungry,” Jared yawns when his stomach chooses to rumble.
“You sound sleepy,” Jensen observes, his fingers trailing down Jared’s chest and swirling around the mess on his stomach. He idly draws patterns through the drying come before leaning over Jared and grabbing a shirt and cleaning the younger man off. With a grimace he pulls the condom off of his softening dick, ties it, and disposes of it in the small trash can beside his bed. “Take a nap,” Jensen tells him as he moves his legs and sits on the bed, leaning down to seal his lips over Jared’s, “I’ll run out and find us something to eat.”
“Want you,” Jared whines, his eyes closed, as Jensen once more leans down to kiss him again. This time lingering, Jensen’s tongue fleeting over Jared’s lips before he pulls back.
“I’ll be back soon,” Jensen promises, as he stands, goes to his dresser, and pulls on a pair of sweats. He begins to tug a shirt over his head, “We can eat, then you can curl up beside of me and sleep,” Jensen says with a smile, as he drops back down to the bed to kiss Jared again. “I’ll be back in half an hour.”
Jared hums, his eyes still closed. He begins to fall asleep before Jensen even makes it to the bedroom door.
Twenty minutes later, Jensen pushes the front door open. He slips out of his shoes, stops at the refrigerator, pulling out two beers, and makes his way to the bedroom to have an early lunch with Jared. Jensen stops in the doorway of his room, the bags in his hands falling to the floor as he takes in the state of the room. Everything is overturned, the covers from the bed thrown about, and Jared’s missing. Still lying on the floor are Jared’s clothes, his shoes pushed slightly under the bed, and the window to the fire escape is standing open.
Jensen walks further into the room; he pulls out his phone and places a call to Steve. The man had told him to call if he ever needed anything, and he found Jared once maybe he could do it again. The call just does connect with Jensen see’s a fingerprint on the outside of the window. “Get down here, it’s about Jared,” he tells Steve before snapping his cell shut.
Jensen goes to the closet, grabs out on of the duffels his had brought and pulls out a kit. He then returns to the window, slips out onto the fire escape and begins dusting the fingerprint with black powder. With a press of the clear tape to the powder, Jensen has a fingerprint of hopefully the person that has taken Jared. He knows Jared’s been taken against his will, he can feel it in his gut; just like he knows Jared is the one that destroyed his bedroom by putting up a fight with his abductor.
Jensen steps back in his room, moves to the dresser and picks up his laptop and walks to the kitchen when he hears the knocking on the door. He places the laptop and the fingerprint on the table and opens the door to a red faced Steve who obviously had ran to Jensen’s. Jensen leaves the door open and makes his way back to the laptop and powers it up.
“Where’s Jared?” Steve asks, concern laced through his voice.
“He’s been kidnapped,” Jensen tells him, his voice completely devoid of emotion. “How good are you at hacking and not getting caught?” he asks, his mind still whirling with the fact that Jared is missing.
“As good as Jared,” Steve answering, “What do you mean Jared’s been kidnapped?”
“Someone has taken him. I want him back,” Jensen growls, standing and motioning to the laptop. “Go through the FBI, the highest detective has clearance to use AGEN’s fingerprint database. Access it and,” he says holding up the fingerprint, “find the fuckers that took Jared so I can kill them.” Steve doesn’t argue. He just sits at the table and as fast as he can, accesses the information Jensen wants.
Jensen pulls out his cell, getting ready to call Went and Ellen, when the program makes a beeping noise and Steve slides his chair away from the table. Jensen leans over and looks at the program. “No fucking way,” he whispers are he stares at the picture of the owner of the fingerprint, before closing his cell because there is no way in hell Jensen's getting the other two agents involved with this.