Of Shirts and Tables
Title: Of Shirts and Tables
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,276
Warnings: Smexin'?
Disclaimer: Don't own them, and this never happened...I don't think.
Synopsis: Jensen wears his Jason Manns shirt to LA con. Sex happens.
Notes: So, I was checking out stuff from the LA con, and I came across growyourwings' pics, and I realized that Jensen was wearing the Jason Manns shirt that sucuri bought at the Cherry Hill con when we went (I was being cheap, and just bought his CDs, since, yeah, I need a job :P). I thought it was adorable and awesome, and I emailed her to tell her. And she said, "God. Write fic for me about how Jared likes how easy it is to feel and see Jensen's hard nipples through the soft cotton, since it's so see-through. And how hard he fucks Jensen." Because, if you didn't know, those shirts are amazingly soft and comfy...and really pretty see-through. lolz. So...I did. And it's ridiculous. XD
Jared’s surprised he isn’t jealous of Jason Manns. He’s a good looking guy who’s been friends with Jensen for longer than Jared has, and his voice…Jared can’t blame Jensen for being a fan of Jason’s talents.
The truth is, he loves it. He loves seeing how loyal and supportive Jensen is when it comes to his friends. It’s an endearing trait that Jared has yet to tire of. He loves that Jensen brings Jason into the limelight as often as he can. He loves that Jensen will occasionally lend his voice to Jason’s songs. He loves that Jensen will buy Jason’s merchandise and wear it out in public.
****
“Hey,” Jensen called on his way down the stairs, hair still damp, blue button-down shirt in hand. “Is this too gay, or what?”
Jensen paused at the bottom of the stairs, awaiting Jared’s answer, soft gray material pulled over his torso, “Jason Manns” printed over his chest in soft, wispy letters. Jared allowed his eyes to roam Jensen’s body, treated with a visual reminder of just how see-through the thin material was. He lifted his coffee to his lips, taking a small sip before answering.
“Can see your nipples, Jen,” he said, smirking. “That really what you’re goin’ for?” Jensen rolled his eyes, but hesitated, glancing down at himself, then at the button-down in his hand, as if wondering whether it would provide enough coverage. “Leave it,” Jared muttered, nodding to the button-down. “Just put that on. We’re running late already.”
****
“What made you think to put that on, anyway?” Jared asked, squirming in his seat.
“I don’t know,” Jensen shrugged, adjusting his seatbelt so that he could lean back further and close his eyes. “It’s comfortable. I enjoy comfortable things.”
Jared grunted in agreement, sipping his coffee and eyeing Jensen, relaxed and slouched in the car, head lolling against the back of the seat as they bounced along the road. He fidgeted again, having already ingested enough caffeine to keep him wired for a week. Slowly, he reached over towards Jensen, pulling at the half-buttoned blue shirt and reaching his hand down under it, over soft cotton and hardening nipples.
“I knew it,” Jensen said, and Jared jumped slightly, startled. He looked back up at Jensen’s face, eyes still closed, but a pleased smirk on his lips.
“Asshole,” Jared muttered, withdrawing his hand and slumping back in his seat.
****
“Jared…flight,” was about all Jensen got out before Jared had a hand shoved down his pants. Any other words he’d planned to say had turned into a groan that was quickly swallowed by Jared, lips clashing and bruising.
“All day, Jen. All fucking day,” Jared cursed, stripping him from the waist down. Jensen caved, forgetting all about the flight, and quickly shrugged out of his button-down, reaching for the hem of the shirt underneath. “No! No.” Jared’s hands stopped him, backing him up against the kitchen table. “Leave it on.”
Jensen felt his cheeks flush with heat, and he licked his lips, deliberately running a hand over the thin material covering his abdomen, slowly reaching up to his chest, almost surprised himself by how easy it was to feel how hard his nipples were. Jared kissed him again, tongue flicking into his mouth, and pushed at him impatiently. Jensen laid back on the table, exposed and eager, and Jared gripped his hips and pulled him to the edge, fitting neatly between his legs.
He watched as Jared reached into his back pocket, withdrawing his wallet and tossing it aside once he’d found what he’d needed. The newly lubed fingers of Jared’s right hand probed at his entrance, slowly sliding in, while Jared’s left hand caressed a path up over his balls, his dick, and Jensen bucked up off the table.
“God…Fuckin’…Look at you,” Jared muttered, left hand continuing to move up over his shirt and smooth over his nipples, alternately pinching and soothing. Jensen gasped at the touch, pushing back onto the fingers pressing inside of him. Jared leaned over him when a third finger was added and took one of Jensen’s nipples in his mouth, licking and sucking it through the material, gently biting and pulling.
“Jared,” Jensen panted, moaning at the sensation. He breathed a harsh laugh, trying to play it cool even as he was writhing beneath Jared on the table. “The shirt…”
“I’ll buy you a new one,” Jared growled, removing his fingers as he straightened back up. Jensen lifted his head to watch as Jared made quick work of his pants and boxers, the clothing falling around his ankles as he stroked himself a few times before slipping a condom on. “Jen…”
Jensen let his head fall back, his legs fall open even wider, Jared guiding himself forward and then gripping Jensen’s hips as he slowly pushed inside. He allowed his mouth to fall open, allowed himself to moan Jared’s name, and then any thoughts of “slow” were gone. Jensen lost his breath as Jared thrusted hard while pulling him forward, filling him completely. He was at Jared’s mercy, fingertips bruising his skin, a savage and unforgiving pace causing him to claw at the table, nails scraping against polished wood. He could feel moisture spilling from the head of his dick, air caressing the wet patch that Jared had left over his nipple making him shiver. He could hear Jared grunting with each pull, each thrust, his right hand immediately reaching for his dick when Jared struck that spot inside of him that made him arch up off of the table.
It was quick and dirty, hard and raw, Jensen’s hand unable to keep in time with Jared’s frantic thrusts. He held himself, squeezing gently and caressing the head of his dick, free hand still trying desperately to grasp at a smooth surface. He watched as Jared’s hair fell into his face, strands of it clinging to sweaty skin, moisture soaking through the shirts Jared hadn’t taken off in his rush to fuck Jensen as hard as he possibly could. Something like a helpless, pleasured whimper escaped Jensen’s lips, and Jared smiled, driving in deep. The smile flickered soon after, and Jared's eyes squeezed shut as he threw his head back, moaning his release, hips stuttering and fingers pressing harder into Jensen’s skin.
Jensen felt as though he was shaking from head to toe when Jared finally stilled inside of him. His muscles tensed as he stroked himself once, twice, and finally came, clenching hard around Jared, who hissed and squirmed, slowly pulling out as Jensen’s body relaxed. He looked down at himself, at the come now staining his Jason Manns shirt, groaning when Jared leaned down to lick some of it off before retreating to dispose of the condom. Jensen didn’t even move from the table, boneless and pleasantly sore.
“I don’t think Jason would approve of this,” he said hoarsely, looking up at Jared, who was refastening his jeans.
“Sure he would,” Jared said, smiling and retrieving Jensen’s clothes from the floor. “It means we have to buy more of his shit, doesn’t it? We’re just helping to keep him in business.”
“Yeah,” Jensen laughed, accepting the hand Jared offered him and slowly getting to his feet, where Jared helped him dress. “I’m sure he’ll see it that way.” He yawned while Jared pulled the soiled shirt over his head and replaced it with just the button-down. “Fuck. No time to even shower, huh?”
“Nope,” Jared confirmed, kissing him quickly on the lips. “But, hell, that’s what cologne is for, right?”
“Right.” Jensen patted Jared’s chest and walked away. “I can’t believe we just christened my kitchen table.”
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,276
Warnings: Smexin'?
Disclaimer: Don't own them, and this never happened...I don't think.
Synopsis: Jensen wears his Jason Manns shirt to LA con. Sex happens.
Notes: So, I was checking out stuff from the LA con, and I came across growyourwings' pics, and I realized that Jensen was wearing the Jason Manns shirt that sucuri bought at the Cherry Hill con when we went (I was being cheap, and just bought his CDs, since, yeah, I need a job :P). I thought it was adorable and awesome, and I emailed her to tell her. And she said, "God. Write fic for me about how Jared likes how easy it is to feel and see Jensen's hard nipples through the soft cotton, since it's so see-through. And how hard he fucks Jensen." Because, if you didn't know, those shirts are amazingly soft and comfy...and really pretty see-through. lolz. So...I did. And it's ridiculous. XD
Jared’s surprised he isn’t jealous of Jason Manns. He’s a good looking guy who’s been friends with Jensen for longer than Jared has, and his voice…Jared can’t blame Jensen for being a fan of Jason’s talents.
The truth is, he loves it. He loves seeing how loyal and supportive Jensen is when it comes to his friends. It’s an endearing trait that Jared has yet to tire of. He loves that Jensen brings Jason into the limelight as often as he can. He loves that Jensen will occasionally lend his voice to Jason’s songs. He loves that Jensen will buy Jason’s merchandise and wear it out in public.
****
“Hey,” Jensen called on his way down the stairs, hair still damp, blue button-down shirt in hand. “Is this too gay, or what?”
Jensen paused at the bottom of the stairs, awaiting Jared’s answer, soft gray material pulled over his torso, “Jason Manns” printed over his chest in soft, wispy letters. Jared allowed his eyes to roam Jensen’s body, treated with a visual reminder of just how see-through the thin material was. He lifted his coffee to his lips, taking a small sip before answering.
“Can see your nipples, Jen,” he said, smirking. “That really what you’re goin’ for?” Jensen rolled his eyes, but hesitated, glancing down at himself, then at the button-down in his hand, as if wondering whether it would provide enough coverage. “Leave it,” Jared muttered, nodding to the button-down. “Just put that on. We’re running late already.”
****
“What made you think to put that on, anyway?” Jared asked, squirming in his seat.
“I don’t know,” Jensen shrugged, adjusting his seatbelt so that he could lean back further and close his eyes. “It’s comfortable. I enjoy comfortable things.”
Jared grunted in agreement, sipping his coffee and eyeing Jensen, relaxed and slouched in the car, head lolling against the back of the seat as they bounced along the road. He fidgeted again, having already ingested enough caffeine to keep him wired for a week. Slowly, he reached over towards Jensen, pulling at the half-buttoned blue shirt and reaching his hand down under it, over soft cotton and hardening nipples.
“I knew it,” Jensen said, and Jared jumped slightly, startled. He looked back up at Jensen’s face, eyes still closed, but a pleased smirk on his lips.
“Asshole,” Jared muttered, withdrawing his hand and slumping back in his seat.
****
“Jared…flight,” was about all Jensen got out before Jared had a hand shoved down his pants. Any other words he’d planned to say had turned into a groan that was quickly swallowed by Jared, lips clashing and bruising.
“All day, Jen. All fucking day,” Jared cursed, stripping him from the waist down. Jensen caved, forgetting all about the flight, and quickly shrugged out of his button-down, reaching for the hem of the shirt underneath. “No! No.” Jared’s hands stopped him, backing him up against the kitchen table. “Leave it on.”
Jensen felt his cheeks flush with heat, and he licked his lips, deliberately running a hand over the thin material covering his abdomen, slowly reaching up to his chest, almost surprised himself by how easy it was to feel how hard his nipples were. Jared kissed him again, tongue flicking into his mouth, and pushed at him impatiently. Jensen laid back on the table, exposed and eager, and Jared gripped his hips and pulled him to the edge, fitting neatly between his legs.
He watched as Jared reached into his back pocket, withdrawing his wallet and tossing it aside once he’d found what he’d needed. The newly lubed fingers of Jared’s right hand probed at his entrance, slowly sliding in, while Jared’s left hand caressed a path up over his balls, his dick, and Jensen bucked up off the table.
“God…Fuckin’…Look at you,” Jared muttered, left hand continuing to move up over his shirt and smooth over his nipples, alternately pinching and soothing. Jensen gasped at the touch, pushing back onto the fingers pressing inside of him. Jared leaned over him when a third finger was added and took one of Jensen’s nipples in his mouth, licking and sucking it through the material, gently biting and pulling.
“Jared,” Jensen panted, moaning at the sensation. He breathed a harsh laugh, trying to play it cool even as he was writhing beneath Jared on the table. “The shirt…”
“I’ll buy you a new one,” Jared growled, removing his fingers as he straightened back up. Jensen lifted his head to watch as Jared made quick work of his pants and boxers, the clothing falling around his ankles as he stroked himself a few times before slipping a condom on. “Jen…”
Jensen let his head fall back, his legs fall open even wider, Jared guiding himself forward and then gripping Jensen’s hips as he slowly pushed inside. He allowed his mouth to fall open, allowed himself to moan Jared’s name, and then any thoughts of “slow” were gone. Jensen lost his breath as Jared thrusted hard while pulling him forward, filling him completely. He was at Jared’s mercy, fingertips bruising his skin, a savage and unforgiving pace causing him to claw at the table, nails scraping against polished wood. He could feel moisture spilling from the head of his dick, air caressing the wet patch that Jared had left over his nipple making him shiver. He could hear Jared grunting with each pull, each thrust, his right hand immediately reaching for his dick when Jared struck that spot inside of him that made him arch up off of the table.
It was quick and dirty, hard and raw, Jensen’s hand unable to keep in time with Jared’s frantic thrusts. He held himself, squeezing gently and caressing the head of his dick, free hand still trying desperately to grasp at a smooth surface. He watched as Jared’s hair fell into his face, strands of it clinging to sweaty skin, moisture soaking through the shirts Jared hadn’t taken off in his rush to fuck Jensen as hard as he possibly could. Something like a helpless, pleasured whimper escaped Jensen’s lips, and Jared smiled, driving in deep. The smile flickered soon after, and Jared's eyes squeezed shut as he threw his head back, moaning his release, hips stuttering and fingers pressing harder into Jensen’s skin.
Jensen felt as though he was shaking from head to toe when Jared finally stilled inside of him. His muscles tensed as he stroked himself once, twice, and finally came, clenching hard around Jared, who hissed and squirmed, slowly pulling out as Jensen’s body relaxed. He looked down at himself, at the come now staining his Jason Manns shirt, groaning when Jared leaned down to lick some of it off before retreating to dispose of the condom. Jensen didn’t even move from the table, boneless and pleasantly sore.
“I don’t think Jason would approve of this,” he said hoarsely, looking up at Jared, who was refastening his jeans.
“Sure he would,” Jared said, smiling and retrieving Jensen’s clothes from the floor. “It means we have to buy more of his shit, doesn’t it? We’re just helping to keep him in business.”
“Yeah,” Jensen laughed, accepting the hand Jared offered him and slowly getting to his feet, where Jared helped him dress. “I’m sure he’ll see it that way.” He yawned while Jared pulled the soiled shirt over his head and replaced it with just the button-down. “Fuck. No time to even shower, huh?”
“Nope,” Jared confirmed, kissing him quickly on the lips. “But, hell, that’s what cologne is for, right?”
“Right.” Jensen patted Jared’s chest and walked away. “I can’t believe we just christened my kitchen table.”