New Sensation
Title: New Sensation
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17, because Jensen can't have a birthday without me writing porn.
Word Count: 1,398
Warnings: Schmoop. :)
Disclaimer: Oh, I wish!
Synopsis: It's Jensen's birthday, which of course means porn and a proposal. Logic!
Notes: This is totally part of the Forty-Three Days 'verse in my head. And I'm working on other little follow-ups to that, because it just won't die.
Jensen woke up slowly to sensation, light kisses and caresses on his body gently brushing away the thick fog of a deep sleep as the sheets were pulled away, images from a dream fading away on the backs of his eyelids. He stirred a little, head rolling on his pillow, muscles flexing and stretching as he was coaxed from sleep to arousal, cock already hard and throbbing between his legs.
Warm touches left his skin, cool air making him shiver. He kept his eyes closed, still drifting slightly, but aware enough of movement and deep grunts and groans next to him for his own lips to part in a slight gasp, cock twitching where it curved up over his belly.
He’d almost drifted completely off again when he felt legs around his body, straddling him, and then he was being held firmly in place, fingers gripping his shaft until slick heat pressed down onto the head, opening up and then squeezing around it. There was a moan above him, a moan that he would’ve echoed, but his voice had yet to start waking up with his body, his jaw falling open in silence as his fingers twisted in the sheets. His eyes were still shut tight, chest heaving, when skin finally met skin, his partner whimpering and moaning and rocking against him.
“Jensen…”
Jensen mouthed Jared’s name, the barest rasp scraping its way out of his throat, his fingers moving down to find the meat of Jared’s thighs and grasping, gripping, holding. His breath hitched as Jared started to move, lifting up only to push back down again, hips rolling slightly when their bodies came together. He felt one of Jared’s hands come down to rest on top of his, where it rested on Jared’s thigh, Jared moaning and moving at a pace that quickened slowly, hissing when Jensen’s fingertips pressed bruises into his skin.
Jensen could feel sweat breaking out on his body, his muscles jerking, frantically trying to keep up with Jared as he lifted his hips to drive himself deeper when Jared came down. His eyes were still closed, body undulating beneath Jared with effort, the pleasured shock of waking up to this leaving him gasping for breath, body desperate for release. He didn’t find his voice until he finally opened his eyes, the first sight to greet him the sight of Jared arched and moaning, head thrown back and eyes closed, long span of strong muscles bunching beneath sweat-soaked skin, the hand not resting on Jensen’s wrapped tight around Jared’s flushed cock.
His throat opened up, noises pouring out of it that he could barely identify, losing his breath. He was close already, getting closer with each passing second, closing his eyes to try to compose himself. But when he opened them again, he saw unruly hair falling in half-lidded hazel eyes, Jared staring down at him while riding him, and he lost all control, a strangled yell forcing itself past his lips as he came violently.
He was almost convinced that he’d passed out, fallen back into oblivion, until sensation brought him back once again, this time on overload. Jared was still moving, still trying to get off on his sensitive softening dick, and Jensen squirmed beneath him. He heard the distinct sound of flesh on flesh and knew that Jared was jerking himself off. There was a bitten off curse and then a long, low moan, and then Jared was clenching around him, coming hard. Jensen cried out, his dick giving one last twitch, and then it was over, Jared falling forward slightly, hands resting on Jensen’s chest to steady himself. Those hands brushed his nipples, one sticky wet, and Jensen looked up into tired, loving eyes.
Jared leaned down further, Jensen still inside of him, and brought their lips together, the kiss sleepy and sensual, lazy and passionate, tongues seeking each other and slowly swirling together. It lasted for as long as they could without oxygen, Jared lifting himself enough for Jensen to pull out after they’d separated, Jared groaning and Jensen pulling in a sharp breath as his soft cock fell to rest against his thigh, the same sticky wet as Jared’s hand. Jared lay down on top of him, arms wrapping around him, kissing him softly on the lips.
“Happy birthday, Jensen,” Jared whispered, lips pressing down over Jensen’s heart before Jared moved to rest his head on Jensen’s chest.
His birthday. Jensen closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, wrapping his arms around Jared, one hand caressing Jared’s back while the other stroked dampened hair. He was thirty-one, alive and fresh and new. He’d made it through another year, and the entire reason that he had was the warm body he held in his arms at that moment.
“Fuckin’ beautiful, Jared, you know that?” His voice wavered a bit more than he’d thought it would, and he held Jared tighter, reveling in the feeling of being alive and loved and comforted. This life was a gift. So was Jared. And it was moments like this one when Jensen realized that he loved Jared so much, it was almost frightening. Jared shifted above him.
“Wanted to do something special for you,” Jared mumbled against his skin, sounding almost disappointed, “But I couldn’t think of anything good enough.”
Jensen shook his head slightly, but there was a small smile on his lips. He couldn’t believe that Jared would feel as though he had to do anything more than this, anything more than he’d already done. There was nothing else that could make this more perfect. Nothing, except for the words that Jensen spoke before he’d barely even thought of them.
“Marry me.”
He’d said the words out loud, and he felt his heart begin beating a little faster, not because he was afraid of those words, but because he’d meant them, more than he could ever remember meaning anything in his life. Jared froze, almost holding his breath as he slowly lifted himself up to look down at Jensen, gaze questioning, as if wondering whether or not he’d heard Jensen right.
“What?”
Jensen looked up at Jared, held his gaze, heart still thundering in his chest.
“Marry me, Jared.”
He watched the look in Jared’s eyes change from confused to skeptical, as if maybe Jensen was just joking. Jensen stared back at him, any trace of humor gone from his features, and watched Jared’s now hopeful eyes brighten and shine with a tender joy that only he was capable of showing.
“Yes,” Jared breathed, choked with emotion. “Yes, I’ll marry you. God…” He leaned down, and Jensen opened up for him, his heart now running double time as they kissed again. “I’ll marry you, Jensen.”
“Happy birthday to me,” Jensen said, grinning and pushing to roll them over so that he was on top. “You’re not just saying yes because it’s my special day, are you?”
“Of course,” Jared answered, attempting to be serious but completely failing at keeping his blinding grin at bay.
“That a fact?” Jensen asked, playfully licking a stripe up the length of Jared’s neck, beginning to feel heated again now that he was fully awake and wrapped up in the happiness and excitement of the moment. “Because you know that’s not very nice, Jared. Playing with my emotions like that.” He fit a hand down between them, lightly caressing Jared’s spent cock with his fingertips, and Jared groaned.
“Sorry,” Jared whispered. “Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. Guess I’ll just have to marry you for real, then.”
“Don’t be silly,” Jensen chided, grinning as he dipped a finger into the slit of Jared’s dick, feeling it slowly beginning to harden again in the palm of his hand. “Don’t want you to just settle for me, now.”
“I love you,” Jared blurted out, all pretense of joking pushed aside, now. He was flushed, breathing more heavily, twitching in Jensen’s hand, and Jensen looked down at him in awe. “I love you, and I wanna marry you.”
Jensen immediately brought their lips together again, then moved down to Jared’s jaw, his neck, sucking on the pulse point he found there, Jared grinding against him.
“’M gonna fuck you again,” Jensen growled against the damp skin on Jared’s neck, and Jared threw his head back and opened his legs.
“Please.”
End! :) Also? Totally stole the title from this song:
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17, because Jensen can't have a birthday without me writing porn.
Word Count: 1,398
Warnings: Schmoop. :)
Disclaimer: Oh, I wish!
Synopsis: It's Jensen's birthday, which of course means porn and a proposal. Logic!
Notes: This is totally part of the Forty-Three Days 'verse in my head. And I'm working on other little follow-ups to that, because it just won't die.
Jensen woke up slowly to sensation, light kisses and caresses on his body gently brushing away the thick fog of a deep sleep as the sheets were pulled away, images from a dream fading away on the backs of his eyelids. He stirred a little, head rolling on his pillow, muscles flexing and stretching as he was coaxed from sleep to arousal, cock already hard and throbbing between his legs.
Warm touches left his skin, cool air making him shiver. He kept his eyes closed, still drifting slightly, but aware enough of movement and deep grunts and groans next to him for his own lips to part in a slight gasp, cock twitching where it curved up over his belly.
He’d almost drifted completely off again when he felt legs around his body, straddling him, and then he was being held firmly in place, fingers gripping his shaft until slick heat pressed down onto the head, opening up and then squeezing around it. There was a moan above him, a moan that he would’ve echoed, but his voice had yet to start waking up with his body, his jaw falling open in silence as his fingers twisted in the sheets. His eyes were still shut tight, chest heaving, when skin finally met skin, his partner whimpering and moaning and rocking against him.
“Jensen…”
Jensen mouthed Jared’s name, the barest rasp scraping its way out of his throat, his fingers moving down to find the meat of Jared’s thighs and grasping, gripping, holding. His breath hitched as Jared started to move, lifting up only to push back down again, hips rolling slightly when their bodies came together. He felt one of Jared’s hands come down to rest on top of his, where it rested on Jared’s thigh, Jared moaning and moving at a pace that quickened slowly, hissing when Jensen’s fingertips pressed bruises into his skin.
Jensen could feel sweat breaking out on his body, his muscles jerking, frantically trying to keep up with Jared as he lifted his hips to drive himself deeper when Jared came down. His eyes were still closed, body undulating beneath Jared with effort, the pleasured shock of waking up to this leaving him gasping for breath, body desperate for release. He didn’t find his voice until he finally opened his eyes, the first sight to greet him the sight of Jared arched and moaning, head thrown back and eyes closed, long span of strong muscles bunching beneath sweat-soaked skin, the hand not resting on Jensen’s wrapped tight around Jared’s flushed cock.
His throat opened up, noises pouring out of it that he could barely identify, losing his breath. He was close already, getting closer with each passing second, closing his eyes to try to compose himself. But when he opened them again, he saw unruly hair falling in half-lidded hazel eyes, Jared staring down at him while riding him, and he lost all control, a strangled yell forcing itself past his lips as he came violently.
He was almost convinced that he’d passed out, fallen back into oblivion, until sensation brought him back once again, this time on overload. Jared was still moving, still trying to get off on his sensitive softening dick, and Jensen squirmed beneath him. He heard the distinct sound of flesh on flesh and knew that Jared was jerking himself off. There was a bitten off curse and then a long, low moan, and then Jared was clenching around him, coming hard. Jensen cried out, his dick giving one last twitch, and then it was over, Jared falling forward slightly, hands resting on Jensen’s chest to steady himself. Those hands brushed his nipples, one sticky wet, and Jensen looked up into tired, loving eyes.
Jared leaned down further, Jensen still inside of him, and brought their lips together, the kiss sleepy and sensual, lazy and passionate, tongues seeking each other and slowly swirling together. It lasted for as long as they could without oxygen, Jared lifting himself enough for Jensen to pull out after they’d separated, Jared groaning and Jensen pulling in a sharp breath as his soft cock fell to rest against his thigh, the same sticky wet as Jared’s hand. Jared lay down on top of him, arms wrapping around him, kissing him softly on the lips.
“Happy birthday, Jensen,” Jared whispered, lips pressing down over Jensen’s heart before Jared moved to rest his head on Jensen’s chest.
His birthday. Jensen closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, wrapping his arms around Jared, one hand caressing Jared’s back while the other stroked dampened hair. He was thirty-one, alive and fresh and new. He’d made it through another year, and the entire reason that he had was the warm body he held in his arms at that moment.
“Fuckin’ beautiful, Jared, you know that?” His voice wavered a bit more than he’d thought it would, and he held Jared tighter, reveling in the feeling of being alive and loved and comforted. This life was a gift. So was Jared. And it was moments like this one when Jensen realized that he loved Jared so much, it was almost frightening. Jared shifted above him.
“Wanted to do something special for you,” Jared mumbled against his skin, sounding almost disappointed, “But I couldn’t think of anything good enough.”
Jensen shook his head slightly, but there was a small smile on his lips. He couldn’t believe that Jared would feel as though he had to do anything more than this, anything more than he’d already done. There was nothing else that could make this more perfect. Nothing, except for the words that Jensen spoke before he’d barely even thought of them.
“Marry me.”
He’d said the words out loud, and he felt his heart begin beating a little faster, not because he was afraid of those words, but because he’d meant them, more than he could ever remember meaning anything in his life. Jared froze, almost holding his breath as he slowly lifted himself up to look down at Jensen, gaze questioning, as if wondering whether or not he’d heard Jensen right.
“What?”
Jensen looked up at Jared, held his gaze, heart still thundering in his chest.
“Marry me, Jared.”
He watched the look in Jared’s eyes change from confused to skeptical, as if maybe Jensen was just joking. Jensen stared back at him, any trace of humor gone from his features, and watched Jared’s now hopeful eyes brighten and shine with a tender joy that only he was capable of showing.
“Yes,” Jared breathed, choked with emotion. “Yes, I’ll marry you. God…” He leaned down, and Jensen opened up for him, his heart now running double time as they kissed again. “I’ll marry you, Jensen.”
“Happy birthday to me,” Jensen said, grinning and pushing to roll them over so that he was on top. “You’re not just saying yes because it’s my special day, are you?”
“Of course,” Jared answered, attempting to be serious but completely failing at keeping his blinding grin at bay.
“That a fact?” Jensen asked, playfully licking a stripe up the length of Jared’s neck, beginning to feel heated again now that he was fully awake and wrapped up in the happiness and excitement of the moment. “Because you know that’s not very nice, Jared. Playing with my emotions like that.” He fit a hand down between them, lightly caressing Jared’s spent cock with his fingertips, and Jared groaned.
“Sorry,” Jared whispered. “Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. Guess I’ll just have to marry you for real, then.”
“Don’t be silly,” Jensen chided, grinning as he dipped a finger into the slit of Jared’s dick, feeling it slowly beginning to harden again in the palm of his hand. “Don’t want you to just settle for me, now.”
“I love you,” Jared blurted out, all pretense of joking pushed aside, now. He was flushed, breathing more heavily, twitching in Jensen’s hand, and Jensen looked down at him in awe. “I love you, and I wanna marry you.”
Jensen immediately brought their lips together again, then moved down to Jared’s jaw, his neck, sucking on the pulse point he found there, Jared grinding against him.
“’M gonna fuck you again,” Jensen growled against the damp skin on Jared’s neck, and Jared threw his head back and opened his legs.
“Please.”
End! :) Also? Totally stole the title from this song:
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