The Calm After the Storm
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Title: The Calm After the Storm
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 070. Storm.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2,947
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slight angst, slight schmoop, and do the numbers 6 and 9 mean anything to you?
Summary: Jensen has nightmares following the events of Forty-Three Days. Jared is there to calm him.
Jensen never had many dreams before the hellhounds came. Or, if he did, he never remembered them when he woke up. That’s what he told Jared, when Jared asked. He told Jared that, before Jared came to help him, he’d just had muddled visions; times when he couldn’t discern dreams from reality, because reality itself was collapsing around him. The only dream that Jensen truly remembered was the nightmare he’d had of Jared’s fatal last efforts to save Jensen from the hellhounds. That one, he’d never forget.
Ever since that nightmare, ever since the whole incident, there were times when Jensen would dream. It wasn’t every night, and, to be honest, Jared was surprised by that. They were rare, by Jared’s standards, after what Jensen went through. It was a relief, to know they didn’t come so often, because it seemed like one more thing to offer as proof that Jensen had the strength to overcome anything. But that didn’t change the way Jared’s heart broke every time the nightmares came to Jensen. Some feelings and memories were just too potent to disappear forever, and they lingered somewhere in the back of Jensen’s mind, causing him to stir in his sleep. They didn’t always last long, and Jared didn’t always have to wake Jensen from them. But, more often than not, Jared did.
It was the sounds that were the most disturbing. Jared could always sense the changes in Jensen’s posture; the way Jensen’s slackened, resting body would suddenly tense and freeze in fear, sometimes a frantic jerk of a muscle or a limb, a toss of his head. It was still something Jared hated, those physical signs of Jensen’s distress. But they weren’t as bad as Jensen’s moans, his whimpers. They weren’t the freeing, sexual kinds he was used to hearing in bed. They were muted and fractured, whatever part of Jensen that had been broken back when they were jammed in the thick of all they had gone through bubbling up the surface. Sometimes, they turned to cries, to a soft chorus of “No” breathed past Jensen’s lips. The sobs were always the worst, and they nearly always drove Jared to forcing Jensen awake, rather than gently coaxing him to ease him out of it and lessen the shock.
Jared usually woke to the changes and movements in Jensen’s body. He’d pause, listening in the dark, hoping it wasn’t another of Jensen’s nightmares, even though he knew that it was. He much preferred the nights when Jensen slept peacefully, and was grateful that they outnumbered the harsh ones. As soon as Jared heard the slightest hint of Jensen’s breath hitching or his voice pushing out through his lips, Jared would curl up next to Jensen, as much skin-to-skin as possible, and wrap his arms around him. He’d start with soft caresses, gentle touches of his fingertips to Jensen’s body, shushing him and pressing his lips up against Jensen’s neck, cheek, or forehead. If Jensen’s nightmare continued, Jared would whisper softly to him, fingers moving through his hair, “It’s alright. It’s alright, Jen, it’s just a dream. I’m here.”
The better nights were when Jensen’s nightmares ended there. Jared would breathe a sigh of relief and go back to sleep, Jensen never waking in his arms. Other nights, the whispers weren’t enough, and Jensen’s protests would grow louder, body fighting Jared’s because it didn’t know any better. Sometimes, Jared would try to back off and soothe Jensen from a distance, but most times, he would grip Jensen’s arm or shoulder and shake, practically shouting Jensen’s name. He’d feel bad when Jensen would suddenly jolt awake, disoriented, scared, and confused, but it was still better than what had been happening while Jensen was asleep. Jensen wouldn’t relax until his panic subsided and his sleepy eyes focused on Jared. Jared could always see the shame there in Jensen’s eyes, all because he was a grown man frightened by nightmares. But Jared would take the shame away by wrapping himself around Jensen again, kissing him. “Go back to sleep with me” usually slipped past his lips to Jensen’s ears, and Jensen would sigh and close his eyes, cuddling close.
Jared never thought about how other things would affect Jensen’s nightmares until the night of the storm. Of course, it always rained in Vancouver, but this seemed to be the storm, and every time he heard the wind whip past the windows, he was grateful to be snug in bed with Jensen. It took Jared a while to fall asleep, eventually tuning out the sounds of the storm until he’d peacefully drifted off, still able to hear the sound of Jensen breathing beside him.
A clap of thunder wouldn’t have been enough to wake Jared, then, after a long, late night of work on set. But Jensen’s scream that followed shocked Jared to his core, waking to the sound and the feel of the bed jarring, Jensen suddenly bolting upright. Jared’s heart pounded rapid-fire in his chest, eyes flying open wide. The room flashed white for a moment, the lightning almost blinding, and Jared covered his eyes. His brain was slow to catch up, but he could feel the fear and adrenaline running through his veins, terrified that something was happening to Jensen, that Jensen was hurt, or that Jensen had needed Jared, and Jared was sleeping.
But when Jared could look again, when he could see, he saw Jensen sitting upright in bed, silhouetted in the dark, chest heaving so badly that Jared could see it. He saw the tenseness in Jensen’s body, the way Jensen’s head jolted back and forth as he looked around and realized where he was. He watched as Jensen looked down at his hands, saw them shaking, and heard Jensen let out one last, tiny sob.
“Jensen?” Jensen’s head snapped towards Jared, and even in the dark, Jared could see Jensen focusing and relaxing, a healthy deep breath slowly whooshing out of Jensen’s body. “Jesus, Jen,” Jared gasped, pushing himself up off the bed and wrapping his arms around Jensen from behind. “You scared the shit out of me.” He couldn’t keep the shakiness from his own voice, the quiver from his own body, and he rubbed a hand over Jensen’s chest, settling it over Jensen’s heart and feeling it slow to a more normal rhythm. “I thought you were hurt.”
“No,” Jensen said quietly, and Jared strained to hear him. “No, I…It was just a dream. And the storm…” Jensen’s head dropped as he looked down at the blankets still covering his legs. “It scared me.”
Jared closed his eyes against the dejected tone in Jensen’s voice, dropping his hands to pick one of Jensen’s up, fingers playing over it. “That’s okay. Just relax. I’m right here.”
The sheets rustled as Jensen turned in Jared’s grasp and slowly pushed them both back until they were lying down again, facing each other. “I’m sorry I woke you. And scared you.”
Jared slipped his fingers up and down Jensen’s arm. “Don’t worry about it.” He hooked a leg over Jensen’s and moved closer. “All that matters is that you’re okay.”
“I am now,” Jensen answered, voice a little stronger as he slid his arms around Jared and curled in. “Go back to sleep. If you can. Your call’s way before mine.”
Jared nodded and settled, heaving a sigh and closing his eyes as he let the last bit of shock exit his system. “Love you,” he murmured, lips pressed against warm skin that he knew was Jensen’s forehead.
“Love you, too.”
****
Jensen felt Jared’s kiss on his shoulder, the movement of the sheets and mattress, and the loss of body warmth as Jared pulled away and got up for work. He felt Jared attempting to replace himself by tucking the covers up against Jensen, a warmth not human, but still good enough. He heard Jared stumble to the bathroom, and then he stretched, not even opening his eyes as he grabbed Jared’s pillow and hugged it towards him. He could smell Jared on it, and as much as he made fun of Jared and his various odors, the smell was comforting. Jensen shifted on the bed, moving almost sideways and picking his head up from his own pillow just to mash his face into Jared’s. He grunted, sighed, and relaxed, drifting in an almost-reality.
He woke again to Jared’s soft chuckle, though it was considerate and not very loud. He groaned and turned his head, dragging one eyelid up to take a peek at what Jared was laughing at. Then he remembered the pillow and the way he’d sprawled on the bed. He looked up to see Jared standing over him, tossing on a V-neck and smiling, dimples showing.
“You’re so adorable,” Jared teased, and Jensen groaned again, closing his eyes and hiding his face in Jared’s pillow. Jared laughed louder, then, and dropped down on the edge of the bed, putting his shoes on. “You look pretty damn comfortable, though, I can tell you that.”
There was a warmth in Jared’s voice that Jensen both loved and couldn’t comprehend; the blinding love that he knew he felt for Jared, but didn’t quite know what he did to deserve it from Jared. He lifted his head and opened his eyes again, then reached a hand out, beckoning. “Come back to bed with me.”
“Dammit, Jen, you know that’s tempting,” Jared said, hesitating before turning back to his shoes. “I haven’t even let the dogs out yet.”
“I don’t care,” Jensen said, even though he did, because shit on the floor was never a fun thing. But he crawled over to Jared, gripping Jared’s shirtsleeve and yanking him back. “Come back to bed with me.”
Jared fell onto the bed struggling and laughing, music to Jensen’s ears. “You bastard!” Jared cursed, swatting at Jensen’s hand. “You always blame me for being late, and now look at you.” Jensen ignored Jared and just crept in close, almost nose-to-nose, taking all the heat out of Jared’s next words: “You’re such a bad influence.”
Jensen closed his eyes and kissed Jared, a few chaste touches until Jared gave in completely. Jared’s hand cupped Jensen’s jaw, thumb rubbing over Jensen’s bottom lip before his tongue pushed past it, and Jensen pushed back, rolling on top of Jared. Jensen knew it couldn’t have been pleasant, Jared being all minty-fresh while he was, well, not. But Jared was still holding on to him, still working his jaw and thrusting his tongue into Jensen’s mouth, dirty and deliberate. Jensen whined when Jared actually pushed him away.
“Fuck, Jensen, I just got dressed,” Jared muttered, trying to catch his breath. “I have to go to work. You know we don’t have time for this.”
“For what?” Jensen asked, playing innocent, even as he slid his palm over the outline of hard dick in Jared’s jeans. “For this?”
Jared’s hips jolted. “Jensen…” He arched a little, and it was clear that his protests wouldn’t go very far. He laughed, one hand rubbing lightly over Jensen’s. “What do you want from me? You’re gonna ruin my reputation.”
“What reputation?” Jensen asked, tossing Jared’s hand aside and using both of his own hands to open Jared’s fly. He reached beneath the waistband of Jared’s boxers and pulled Jared’s dick out, stroking lazily. Jared hissed through his teeth and started thrusting, and Jensen smirked. “That you’re a whore?”
Jared smirked back, wrapping his hand around Jensen’s and making him go faster. “That I’m a good boy.” Jensen chuckled and tightened his grip a little, moving at Jared’s pace, his own dick hard against his belly, already naked from when he’d gone to bed the night before. Jared nodded towards it and looked up at Jensen, licking his lips. “You want me to help you with that?”
Jensen stared at Jared, eyes darkening. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Not enough time, fuck,” Jared groaned, arching again. He looked up at Jensen, hard, helpless, and pleading. “Jen, I have to go to work.”
Jensen let go of Jared’s dick and leaned down over him, kissing his lips, his neck. “I know,” he said, tone dark but sympathetic. “I know.” He nipped at the shell of Jared’s ear. “I’ll suck you, if you suck me.” It wasn’t eloquent, but Jared nodded immediately.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Come on, fuck, I want you.”
Jensen hurriedly pushed up at the hem of Jared’s shirt, and Jared lifted up to pull it off. Jensen turned around quickly, knees on either side of Jared’s shoulders, Jared’s hands already on his thighs as he pushed at Jared’s jeans and boxers, getting them down to Jared’s knees. Jared was already palming Jensen’s dick, holding it down so he could take it into his mouth. Jensen grunted and lowered his hips, licking the tip of Jared’s dick before closing his lips around it, moaning when he felt the satisfying wetness of Jared’s mouth on him.
Jared’s hands moved to grip Jensen’s ass, fingers digging in, almost kneading, and Jensen held the base of Jared’s dick, head bobbing at a quick pace as he started thrusting into Jared’s mouth. Jared’s phone was already buzzing from the pocket of his jeans, probably Clif waiting outside for him, and Jensen just moved faster, pausing to flick his tongue just under the head, then taking Jared’s dick as deep as he could, swallowing around it.
Their muffled moans and grunts got louder as they got more frantic, the vibrations of Jared’s phone becoming more frequent. Jared held the base of Jensen’s dick and pulled off with a wet pop, lifting his head to slip his tongue along the shaft to Jensen’s balls. He took them into his mouth one by one, sucking gently, free hand moving inward to slip a finger into the crack of Jensen’s ass, tip rubbing against the hole. He felt Jensen shudder, felt the hole clench beneath his finger, and he just smiled and kept rubbing, licking the seam between Jensen’s balls before moving back to Jensen’s dick, taking it back in his mouth and letting him thrust, Jensen’s hands on his thighs to keep him from doing the same.
Jared’s phone vibrated again, nowhere near his crotch, but Jared swore every sensation was growing in his body. Jensen’s hips were stuttering, separate vibrations of pleasure rushing from his throat to the base of Jared’s dick. Jared arched, his moan silenced by the deeper thrust he took over his tongue. He could feel the hard pulse of Jensen’s dick as it pushed in, felt the painful throb of his own dick, the tightness where Jensen’s fingers passed over his balls, and he braced himself, ready to take all of Jensen as Jensen took him.
The last sound Jared heard before he came was Jensen’s whimper, the groan and whine of Jensen’s climax, and those were the sounds Jared loved to hear, hips spiking up despite the weight of Jensen’s hands trying to hold him down. Jensen came, thick and hot, and Jared had to remind himself to keep swallowing, as much and as fast as he could, even as his body spasmed and shook. He gagged once, arched again as Jensen went back down on him to chase the come that was slipping from his lips down Jared’s dick, then swallowed some more. Jared took it all, then quickly pushed up on Jensen’s hips and pulled off, gasping, heart thudding in his chest. He twitched and shivered as Jensen kept licking at the bits he’d missed, then relaxed as Jensen flopped over to the side, the two of them catching their breath.
“That was…Why don’t we do that more often?” Jared asked, voice wrecked.
Jensen laughed, even while his chest still heaved. “Glad I talked you into it, then?”
“Yes.” Jared groaned when his phone went off again, and Jensen rolled off the bed and hurried away, returning with a damp cloth to clean Jared up with. Jared laughed when Jensen winked at him and said, “Just in case I missed any.”
Jared sat up, grateful for the towel Jensen handed him, because God knows he was sweating like a pig. Jensen kissed Jared, helped him pull his shirt back on, then kissed him again. “Get up, get your pants up, and go wash your hands. Unless you want everybody knowing what my ass smells like. Maybe gargle a bit of mouthwash, too. Hurry up.”
Jared laughed, loud and happy, and he kissed Jensen one more time before getting up. “Yes, sir,” he said, quickly doing as Jensen asked. He frowned as he came out of the bathroom. “I still didn’t even let the dogs out.”
Jensen waved him off. “Go. I’ll do it.”
“Thank you,” Jared said, heading for the door. He turned back before he left. “But get some more rest after, okay? You have plenty of time before you have to come in.”
“I will,” Jensen said, throwing some old clothes on and following him out of the bedroom. They walked down the stairs together, the dogs greeting them and immediately running for the back door. Jensen slapped Jared’s ass as they parted ways. “Love you. Kick some ass.”
Jared grinned back at him. “Love you, too.” He walked out, closing and locking the door behind him, then hurried to the car, unable to wipe the smile from his face. He waited until the car pulled away from the curb to pull out his phone and text Jensen. Fucking you nice and slow tonight. We’ll take our time.
Oh, I’ll mark my calendar. Get to work, you pervert.
Jared laughed, not bothering to explain.
Title: The Calm After the Storm
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 070. Storm.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2,947
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slight angst, slight schmoop, and do the numbers 6 and 9 mean anything to you?
Summary: Jensen has nightmares following the events of Forty-Three Days. Jared is there to calm him.
Jensen never had many dreams before the hellhounds came. Or, if he did, he never remembered them when he woke up. That’s what he told Jared, when Jared asked. He told Jared that, before Jared came to help him, he’d just had muddled visions; times when he couldn’t discern dreams from reality, because reality itself was collapsing around him. The only dream that Jensen truly remembered was the nightmare he’d had of Jared’s fatal last efforts to save Jensen from the hellhounds. That one, he’d never forget.
Ever since that nightmare, ever since the whole incident, there were times when Jensen would dream. It wasn’t every night, and, to be honest, Jared was surprised by that. They were rare, by Jared’s standards, after what Jensen went through. It was a relief, to know they didn’t come so often, because it seemed like one more thing to offer as proof that Jensen had the strength to overcome anything. But that didn’t change the way Jared’s heart broke every time the nightmares came to Jensen. Some feelings and memories were just too potent to disappear forever, and they lingered somewhere in the back of Jensen’s mind, causing him to stir in his sleep. They didn’t always last long, and Jared didn’t always have to wake Jensen from them. But, more often than not, Jared did.
It was the sounds that were the most disturbing. Jared could always sense the changes in Jensen’s posture; the way Jensen’s slackened, resting body would suddenly tense and freeze in fear, sometimes a frantic jerk of a muscle or a limb, a toss of his head. It was still something Jared hated, those physical signs of Jensen’s distress. But they weren’t as bad as Jensen’s moans, his whimpers. They weren’t the freeing, sexual kinds he was used to hearing in bed. They were muted and fractured, whatever part of Jensen that had been broken back when they were jammed in the thick of all they had gone through bubbling up the surface. Sometimes, they turned to cries, to a soft chorus of “No” breathed past Jensen’s lips. The sobs were always the worst, and they nearly always drove Jared to forcing Jensen awake, rather than gently coaxing him to ease him out of it and lessen the shock.
Jared usually woke to the changes and movements in Jensen’s body. He’d pause, listening in the dark, hoping it wasn’t another of Jensen’s nightmares, even though he knew that it was. He much preferred the nights when Jensen slept peacefully, and was grateful that they outnumbered the harsh ones. As soon as Jared heard the slightest hint of Jensen’s breath hitching or his voice pushing out through his lips, Jared would curl up next to Jensen, as much skin-to-skin as possible, and wrap his arms around him. He’d start with soft caresses, gentle touches of his fingertips to Jensen’s body, shushing him and pressing his lips up against Jensen’s neck, cheek, or forehead. If Jensen’s nightmare continued, Jared would whisper softly to him, fingers moving through his hair, “It’s alright. It’s alright, Jen, it’s just a dream. I’m here.”
The better nights were when Jensen’s nightmares ended there. Jared would breathe a sigh of relief and go back to sleep, Jensen never waking in his arms. Other nights, the whispers weren’t enough, and Jensen’s protests would grow louder, body fighting Jared’s because it didn’t know any better. Sometimes, Jared would try to back off and soothe Jensen from a distance, but most times, he would grip Jensen’s arm or shoulder and shake, practically shouting Jensen’s name. He’d feel bad when Jensen would suddenly jolt awake, disoriented, scared, and confused, but it was still better than what had been happening while Jensen was asleep. Jensen wouldn’t relax until his panic subsided and his sleepy eyes focused on Jared. Jared could always see the shame there in Jensen’s eyes, all because he was a grown man frightened by nightmares. But Jared would take the shame away by wrapping himself around Jensen again, kissing him. “Go back to sleep with me” usually slipped past his lips to Jensen’s ears, and Jensen would sigh and close his eyes, cuddling close.
Jared never thought about how other things would affect Jensen’s nightmares until the night of the storm. Of course, it always rained in Vancouver, but this seemed to be the storm, and every time he heard the wind whip past the windows, he was grateful to be snug in bed with Jensen. It took Jared a while to fall asleep, eventually tuning out the sounds of the storm until he’d peacefully drifted off, still able to hear the sound of Jensen breathing beside him.
A clap of thunder wouldn’t have been enough to wake Jared, then, after a long, late night of work on set. But Jensen’s scream that followed shocked Jared to his core, waking to the sound and the feel of the bed jarring, Jensen suddenly bolting upright. Jared’s heart pounded rapid-fire in his chest, eyes flying open wide. The room flashed white for a moment, the lightning almost blinding, and Jared covered his eyes. His brain was slow to catch up, but he could feel the fear and adrenaline running through his veins, terrified that something was happening to Jensen, that Jensen was hurt, or that Jensen had needed Jared, and Jared was sleeping.
But when Jared could look again, when he could see, he saw Jensen sitting upright in bed, silhouetted in the dark, chest heaving so badly that Jared could see it. He saw the tenseness in Jensen’s body, the way Jensen’s head jolted back and forth as he looked around and realized where he was. He watched as Jensen looked down at his hands, saw them shaking, and heard Jensen let out one last, tiny sob.
“Jensen?” Jensen’s head snapped towards Jared, and even in the dark, Jared could see Jensen focusing and relaxing, a healthy deep breath slowly whooshing out of Jensen’s body. “Jesus, Jen,” Jared gasped, pushing himself up off the bed and wrapping his arms around Jensen from behind. “You scared the shit out of me.” He couldn’t keep the shakiness from his own voice, the quiver from his own body, and he rubbed a hand over Jensen’s chest, settling it over Jensen’s heart and feeling it slow to a more normal rhythm. “I thought you were hurt.”
“No,” Jensen said quietly, and Jared strained to hear him. “No, I…It was just a dream. And the storm…” Jensen’s head dropped as he looked down at the blankets still covering his legs. “It scared me.”
Jared closed his eyes against the dejected tone in Jensen’s voice, dropping his hands to pick one of Jensen’s up, fingers playing over it. “That’s okay. Just relax. I’m right here.”
The sheets rustled as Jensen turned in Jared’s grasp and slowly pushed them both back until they were lying down again, facing each other. “I’m sorry I woke you. And scared you.”
Jared slipped his fingers up and down Jensen’s arm. “Don’t worry about it.” He hooked a leg over Jensen’s and moved closer. “All that matters is that you’re okay.”
“I am now,” Jensen answered, voice a little stronger as he slid his arms around Jared and curled in. “Go back to sleep. If you can. Your call’s way before mine.”
Jared nodded and settled, heaving a sigh and closing his eyes as he let the last bit of shock exit his system. “Love you,” he murmured, lips pressed against warm skin that he knew was Jensen’s forehead.
“Love you, too.”
****
Jensen felt Jared’s kiss on his shoulder, the movement of the sheets and mattress, and the loss of body warmth as Jared pulled away and got up for work. He felt Jared attempting to replace himself by tucking the covers up against Jensen, a warmth not human, but still good enough. He heard Jared stumble to the bathroom, and then he stretched, not even opening his eyes as he grabbed Jared’s pillow and hugged it towards him. He could smell Jared on it, and as much as he made fun of Jared and his various odors, the smell was comforting. Jensen shifted on the bed, moving almost sideways and picking his head up from his own pillow just to mash his face into Jared’s. He grunted, sighed, and relaxed, drifting in an almost-reality.
He woke again to Jared’s soft chuckle, though it was considerate and not very loud. He groaned and turned his head, dragging one eyelid up to take a peek at what Jared was laughing at. Then he remembered the pillow and the way he’d sprawled on the bed. He looked up to see Jared standing over him, tossing on a V-neck and smiling, dimples showing.
“You’re so adorable,” Jared teased, and Jensen groaned again, closing his eyes and hiding his face in Jared’s pillow. Jared laughed louder, then, and dropped down on the edge of the bed, putting his shoes on. “You look pretty damn comfortable, though, I can tell you that.”
There was a warmth in Jared’s voice that Jensen both loved and couldn’t comprehend; the blinding love that he knew he felt for Jared, but didn’t quite know what he did to deserve it from Jared. He lifted his head and opened his eyes again, then reached a hand out, beckoning. “Come back to bed with me.”
“Dammit, Jen, you know that’s tempting,” Jared said, hesitating before turning back to his shoes. “I haven’t even let the dogs out yet.”
“I don’t care,” Jensen said, even though he did, because shit on the floor was never a fun thing. But he crawled over to Jared, gripping Jared’s shirtsleeve and yanking him back. “Come back to bed with me.”
Jared fell onto the bed struggling and laughing, music to Jensen’s ears. “You bastard!” Jared cursed, swatting at Jensen’s hand. “You always blame me for being late, and now look at you.” Jensen ignored Jared and just crept in close, almost nose-to-nose, taking all the heat out of Jared’s next words: “You’re such a bad influence.”
Jensen closed his eyes and kissed Jared, a few chaste touches until Jared gave in completely. Jared’s hand cupped Jensen’s jaw, thumb rubbing over Jensen’s bottom lip before his tongue pushed past it, and Jensen pushed back, rolling on top of Jared. Jensen knew it couldn’t have been pleasant, Jared being all minty-fresh while he was, well, not. But Jared was still holding on to him, still working his jaw and thrusting his tongue into Jensen’s mouth, dirty and deliberate. Jensen whined when Jared actually pushed him away.
“Fuck, Jensen, I just got dressed,” Jared muttered, trying to catch his breath. “I have to go to work. You know we don’t have time for this.”
“For what?” Jensen asked, playing innocent, even as he slid his palm over the outline of hard dick in Jared’s jeans. “For this?”
Jared’s hips jolted. “Jensen…” He arched a little, and it was clear that his protests wouldn’t go very far. He laughed, one hand rubbing lightly over Jensen’s. “What do you want from me? You’re gonna ruin my reputation.”
“What reputation?” Jensen asked, tossing Jared’s hand aside and using both of his own hands to open Jared’s fly. He reached beneath the waistband of Jared’s boxers and pulled Jared’s dick out, stroking lazily. Jared hissed through his teeth and started thrusting, and Jensen smirked. “That you’re a whore?”
Jared smirked back, wrapping his hand around Jensen’s and making him go faster. “That I’m a good boy.” Jensen chuckled and tightened his grip a little, moving at Jared’s pace, his own dick hard against his belly, already naked from when he’d gone to bed the night before. Jared nodded towards it and looked up at Jensen, licking his lips. “You want me to help you with that?”
Jensen stared at Jared, eyes darkening. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Not enough time, fuck,” Jared groaned, arching again. He looked up at Jensen, hard, helpless, and pleading. “Jen, I have to go to work.”
Jensen let go of Jared’s dick and leaned down over him, kissing his lips, his neck. “I know,” he said, tone dark but sympathetic. “I know.” He nipped at the shell of Jared’s ear. “I’ll suck you, if you suck me.” It wasn’t eloquent, but Jared nodded immediately.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Come on, fuck, I want you.”
Jensen hurriedly pushed up at the hem of Jared’s shirt, and Jared lifted up to pull it off. Jensen turned around quickly, knees on either side of Jared’s shoulders, Jared’s hands already on his thighs as he pushed at Jared’s jeans and boxers, getting them down to Jared’s knees. Jared was already palming Jensen’s dick, holding it down so he could take it into his mouth. Jensen grunted and lowered his hips, licking the tip of Jared’s dick before closing his lips around it, moaning when he felt the satisfying wetness of Jared’s mouth on him.
Jared’s hands moved to grip Jensen’s ass, fingers digging in, almost kneading, and Jensen held the base of Jared’s dick, head bobbing at a quick pace as he started thrusting into Jared’s mouth. Jared’s phone was already buzzing from the pocket of his jeans, probably Clif waiting outside for him, and Jensen just moved faster, pausing to flick his tongue just under the head, then taking Jared’s dick as deep as he could, swallowing around it.
Their muffled moans and grunts got louder as they got more frantic, the vibrations of Jared’s phone becoming more frequent. Jared held the base of Jensen’s dick and pulled off with a wet pop, lifting his head to slip his tongue along the shaft to Jensen’s balls. He took them into his mouth one by one, sucking gently, free hand moving inward to slip a finger into the crack of Jensen’s ass, tip rubbing against the hole. He felt Jensen shudder, felt the hole clench beneath his finger, and he just smiled and kept rubbing, licking the seam between Jensen’s balls before moving back to Jensen’s dick, taking it back in his mouth and letting him thrust, Jensen’s hands on his thighs to keep him from doing the same.
Jared’s phone vibrated again, nowhere near his crotch, but Jared swore every sensation was growing in his body. Jensen’s hips were stuttering, separate vibrations of pleasure rushing from his throat to the base of Jared’s dick. Jared arched, his moan silenced by the deeper thrust he took over his tongue. He could feel the hard pulse of Jensen’s dick as it pushed in, felt the painful throb of his own dick, the tightness where Jensen’s fingers passed over his balls, and he braced himself, ready to take all of Jensen as Jensen took him.
The last sound Jared heard before he came was Jensen’s whimper, the groan and whine of Jensen’s climax, and those were the sounds Jared loved to hear, hips spiking up despite the weight of Jensen’s hands trying to hold him down. Jensen came, thick and hot, and Jared had to remind himself to keep swallowing, as much and as fast as he could, even as his body spasmed and shook. He gagged once, arched again as Jensen went back down on him to chase the come that was slipping from his lips down Jared’s dick, then swallowed some more. Jared took it all, then quickly pushed up on Jensen’s hips and pulled off, gasping, heart thudding in his chest. He twitched and shivered as Jensen kept licking at the bits he’d missed, then relaxed as Jensen flopped over to the side, the two of them catching their breath.
“That was…Why don’t we do that more often?” Jared asked, voice wrecked.
Jensen laughed, even while his chest still heaved. “Glad I talked you into it, then?”
“Yes.” Jared groaned when his phone went off again, and Jensen rolled off the bed and hurried away, returning with a damp cloth to clean Jared up with. Jared laughed when Jensen winked at him and said, “Just in case I missed any.”
Jared sat up, grateful for the towel Jensen handed him, because God knows he was sweating like a pig. Jensen kissed Jared, helped him pull his shirt back on, then kissed him again. “Get up, get your pants up, and go wash your hands. Unless you want everybody knowing what my ass smells like. Maybe gargle a bit of mouthwash, too. Hurry up.”
Jared laughed, loud and happy, and he kissed Jensen one more time before getting up. “Yes, sir,” he said, quickly doing as Jensen asked. He frowned as he came out of the bathroom. “I still didn’t even let the dogs out.”
Jensen waved him off. “Go. I’ll do it.”
“Thank you,” Jared said, heading for the door. He turned back before he left. “But get some more rest after, okay? You have plenty of time before you have to come in.”
“I will,” Jensen said, throwing some old clothes on and following him out of the bedroom. They walked down the stairs together, the dogs greeting them and immediately running for the back door. Jensen slapped Jared’s ass as they parted ways. “Love you. Kick some ass.”
Jared grinned back at him. “Love you, too.” He walked out, closing and locking the door behind him, then hurried to the car, unable to wipe the smile from his face. He waited until the car pulled away from the curb to pull out his phone and text Jensen. Fucking you nice and slow tonight. We’ll take our time.
Oh, I’ll mark my calendar. Get to work, you pervert.
Jared laughed, not bothering to explain.