Wash Me Clean
Title: Wash Me Clean
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 051. Water.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,199
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Just smex. And schmoop.
Summary: Jensen needs to relax after a day of grueling fight scenes. Which of course means J2 in a bathtub.
Author's Notes: I wanted to fic more this weekend, but this was all I managed. So...enjoy?
Jensen takes a slow, deep breath and sinks down a little more in the water, the warmth flowing up further over his body as his head moves down Jared’s broad chest. He’s almost in up to his chin now, eyes closed, cradled between Jared’s legs and leaning back against his body, and he’s so thankful now that they caved and bought this tub. Jared’s arms snake under his and around his body, and he feels Jared kiss the top of his head. He smiles a little, completely relaxed as he breathes in the soothing scent of the bubbles Jared insisted on using.
“Feels nice,” Jared whispers, and Jensen feels the breaths Jared uses to form the words through his chest at the same time he hears them.
“Yeah.”
“Best idea I’ve ever had.”
Jensen’s smile grows wider as he shifts his body in the water. He grunts a little when he still feels those few stubborn muscles that are taking their time loosening, still sore from the day’s work.
“You okay?” Jared asks, and his hand automatically moves to Jensen’s thigh, fingers kneading it gently beneath the water. Jensen moans, wondering how Jared knew exactly where it hurt. But Jared can read him so easily these days.
“’m gettin’ old,” Jensen says softly, and he tries to chuckle a little bit, because he is joking. Sort of. He can’t deny that part of him is a little concerned about how much he feels the effects of the fight scenes these days. Then again, he guesses it could just be five years of the same grueling schedule day in and day out that could wear his body down. He guesses that, if he worked a different job, a different role, where it wasn’t quite so stressful and demanding, he could breeze through the physical scenes with no problem at all. Jared’s other arm slips out from around Jensen’s body, and his hand playfully flicks Jensen’s ear.
“Shut up,” Jared says, and Jensen catches the hint of true annoyance in his tone. He knows Jared hates it when he talks about himself like this. “You’re not old, you moron.” His fingers move a little higher, a little further inward on his thigh, and Jensen inhales deeply, leaning even further back into Jared’s body, his dick slowly beginning to harden.
“Promise?” Jensen whispers, eyes still closed, candlelight flickering over his lids. Jared’s thumb brushes against the base of his cock before his whole hand leaves his thigh and slips around his length, holding him gently, loosely, feeling him lift and fill up.
“I promise.”
There’s a swipe of Jared’s thumb over the head of his cock, and Jensen’s lips part on a low gasp as he shudders. He can feel that his face is flushed, probably his entire body, and then Jared’s stroking him. It’s slow, and not too tight. Almost loving, if Jensen wants to think of it that way, long, drawn out pulls of Jared’s softened palm and fingers. He wonders then just how long they’ve been here, soaking in the water, because he’s definitely lost all track of time. But it doesn’t matter, because it feels good, and he only slightly lifts his hips, letting Jared do most of the work for him.
“That’s it,” Jared soothes, squeezing him a little at the base and then dragging his hand back up. “Just relax.” His other arm is wrapped around Jensen’s body again, and Jensen lets another long breath go, turning his head so that the side of his face is pressed against Jared’s damp chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. He lets his eyes open just a sliver, sees one of the candles on the side of the tub and watches its flame flicker. “Jensen,” Jared whispers, and Jensen feels Jared’s hips move forward and up a little, feels his hardness press against his back.
Jensen cranes his neck, pulls his head back to see Jared looking down at him, and slides back and up against Jared, over him, feels Jared’s thick head against his opening and shivers, even in the warm water. Jared exhales slowly and strokes him again, other arm holding him in place.
“I’ll hurt you,” Jared says softly, and Jensen just lies back against him again and shakes his head.
“You won’t,” he whispers. “I know you won’t.”
He gasps when he feels the pressure of Jared opening him up, but he does his best to not tense up, letting his muscles stay loose. And Jared takes his time, so careful, moving in so slowly. Jensen’s stretching, letting him in, and there’s a slight burn, but it’s okay. Jared’s still stroking him gently, still holding and caressing him, waiting so long for Jensen to relax completely before pushing the slightest bit more in.
Jared moans softly against Jensen’s wet hair when the head finally pushes through, and Jensen almost feels too hot now. He’s in a warm bath, Jared’s warm body behind him, steam in the air of the room, candles around him, Jared’s dick pressing inside of him, hand around his dick. He breathes deeply, sagging against Jared and opening up further, letting him in deeper. It’s hot, but it’s perfect, gentle thrusts pushing inside of him as Jared’s hand glides over his dick. He’s pretty close already, and he’s pretty sure Jared is, too; can feel it in the way his chest moves beneath him as he breathes. Jared nudges him with his nose, and somehow Jensen knows what he wants, turning his head and craning his neck again, Jared’s lips meeting his immediately.
It’s slow, like everything else is, just a soft press of lips and lazy twining of tongues, but it sparks something between them, and Jared whimpers a little into his mouth, a shiver running through him as he comes inside Jensen. He breaks the kiss, and Jensen settles his head against Jared’s chest again, listening to Jared’s heartbeat calm down as his own speeds up, Jared’s soft hand pulling his orgasm out of him, and he arches and quakes, coming quietly in the water.
It’s all so quiet and intimate, and Jensen closes his eyes and sags when it’s over and Jared’s pulled out. His aches and pains are forgotten, and he’s sated, every muscle relaxed and comfortable. He knows he’ll be wrinkled as hell if he stays in the bathtub much longer, but he can’t bring himself to move. Not until Jared leans up, taking him with him, and starts to drain the water.
“Time to get out,” Jared says, kissing his neck, and he lifts Jensen up with him, drying them both off before leading Jensen into the bedroom. Jensen isn’t cold once, and he likes that. He thinks about how, when he gets out of a nice hot shower, he usually feels a chill when the air hits him. But everything is perfect about this night, and he’s pleasantly warm even before Jared pushes him under the covers and snuggles up behind him, wrapping him up in his arms. He sleeps soundly, everything quiet and peaceful, and he wonders how he’d ever survive this job without having Jared Padalecki beside him through it all.
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 051. Water.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,199
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Just smex. And schmoop.
Summary: Jensen needs to relax after a day of grueling fight scenes. Which of course means J2 in a bathtub.
Author's Notes: I wanted to fic more this weekend, but this was all I managed. So...enjoy?
Jensen takes a slow, deep breath and sinks down a little more in the water, the warmth flowing up further over his body as his head moves down Jared’s broad chest. He’s almost in up to his chin now, eyes closed, cradled between Jared’s legs and leaning back against his body, and he’s so thankful now that they caved and bought this tub. Jared’s arms snake under his and around his body, and he feels Jared kiss the top of his head. He smiles a little, completely relaxed as he breathes in the soothing scent of the bubbles Jared insisted on using.
“Feels nice,” Jared whispers, and Jensen feels the breaths Jared uses to form the words through his chest at the same time he hears them.
“Yeah.”
“Best idea I’ve ever had.”
Jensen’s smile grows wider as he shifts his body in the water. He grunts a little when he still feels those few stubborn muscles that are taking their time loosening, still sore from the day’s work.
“You okay?” Jared asks, and his hand automatically moves to Jensen’s thigh, fingers kneading it gently beneath the water. Jensen moans, wondering how Jared knew exactly where it hurt. But Jared can read him so easily these days.
“’m gettin’ old,” Jensen says softly, and he tries to chuckle a little bit, because he is joking. Sort of. He can’t deny that part of him is a little concerned about how much he feels the effects of the fight scenes these days. Then again, he guesses it could just be five years of the same grueling schedule day in and day out that could wear his body down. He guesses that, if he worked a different job, a different role, where it wasn’t quite so stressful and demanding, he could breeze through the physical scenes with no problem at all. Jared’s other arm slips out from around Jensen’s body, and his hand playfully flicks Jensen’s ear.
“Shut up,” Jared says, and Jensen catches the hint of true annoyance in his tone. He knows Jared hates it when he talks about himself like this. “You’re not old, you moron.” His fingers move a little higher, a little further inward on his thigh, and Jensen inhales deeply, leaning even further back into Jared’s body, his dick slowly beginning to harden.
“Promise?” Jensen whispers, eyes still closed, candlelight flickering over his lids. Jared’s thumb brushes against the base of his cock before his whole hand leaves his thigh and slips around his length, holding him gently, loosely, feeling him lift and fill up.
“I promise.”
There’s a swipe of Jared’s thumb over the head of his cock, and Jensen’s lips part on a low gasp as he shudders. He can feel that his face is flushed, probably his entire body, and then Jared’s stroking him. It’s slow, and not too tight. Almost loving, if Jensen wants to think of it that way, long, drawn out pulls of Jared’s softened palm and fingers. He wonders then just how long they’ve been here, soaking in the water, because he’s definitely lost all track of time. But it doesn’t matter, because it feels good, and he only slightly lifts his hips, letting Jared do most of the work for him.
“That’s it,” Jared soothes, squeezing him a little at the base and then dragging his hand back up. “Just relax.” His other arm is wrapped around Jensen’s body again, and Jensen lets another long breath go, turning his head so that the side of his face is pressed against Jared’s damp chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. He lets his eyes open just a sliver, sees one of the candles on the side of the tub and watches its flame flicker. “Jensen,” Jared whispers, and Jensen feels Jared’s hips move forward and up a little, feels his hardness press against his back.
Jensen cranes his neck, pulls his head back to see Jared looking down at him, and slides back and up against Jared, over him, feels Jared’s thick head against his opening and shivers, even in the warm water. Jared exhales slowly and strokes him again, other arm holding him in place.
“I’ll hurt you,” Jared says softly, and Jensen just lies back against him again and shakes his head.
“You won’t,” he whispers. “I know you won’t.”
He gasps when he feels the pressure of Jared opening him up, but he does his best to not tense up, letting his muscles stay loose. And Jared takes his time, so careful, moving in so slowly. Jensen’s stretching, letting him in, and there’s a slight burn, but it’s okay. Jared’s still stroking him gently, still holding and caressing him, waiting so long for Jensen to relax completely before pushing the slightest bit more in.
Jared moans softly against Jensen’s wet hair when the head finally pushes through, and Jensen almost feels too hot now. He’s in a warm bath, Jared’s warm body behind him, steam in the air of the room, candles around him, Jared’s dick pressing inside of him, hand around his dick. He breathes deeply, sagging against Jared and opening up further, letting him in deeper. It’s hot, but it’s perfect, gentle thrusts pushing inside of him as Jared’s hand glides over his dick. He’s pretty close already, and he’s pretty sure Jared is, too; can feel it in the way his chest moves beneath him as he breathes. Jared nudges him with his nose, and somehow Jensen knows what he wants, turning his head and craning his neck again, Jared’s lips meeting his immediately.
It’s slow, like everything else is, just a soft press of lips and lazy twining of tongues, but it sparks something between them, and Jared whimpers a little into his mouth, a shiver running through him as he comes inside Jensen. He breaks the kiss, and Jensen settles his head against Jared’s chest again, listening to Jared’s heartbeat calm down as his own speeds up, Jared’s soft hand pulling his orgasm out of him, and he arches and quakes, coming quietly in the water.
It’s all so quiet and intimate, and Jensen closes his eyes and sags when it’s over and Jared’s pulled out. His aches and pains are forgotten, and he’s sated, every muscle relaxed and comfortable. He knows he’ll be wrinkled as hell if he stays in the bathtub much longer, but he can’t bring himself to move. Not until Jared leans up, taking him with him, and starts to drain the water.
“Time to get out,” Jared says, kissing his neck, and he lifts Jensen up with him, drying them both off before leading Jensen into the bedroom. Jensen isn’t cold once, and he likes that. He thinks about how, when he gets out of a nice hot shower, he usually feels a chill when the air hits him. But everything is perfect about this night, and he’s pleasantly warm even before Jared pushes him under the covers and snuggles up behind him, wrapping him up in his arms. He sleeps soundly, everything quiet and peaceful, and he wonders how he’d ever survive this job without having Jared Padalecki beside him through it all.