Back In Black
Title: Back In Black
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 023. Lovers.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2,029
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Porn. Lots.
Summary: Jared auctions his shirt off at ChiCon and ends up in just his black V-neck. It drives Jensen crazy. Insert smex back at their hotel room here.
Author's Notes: dugindeep showed me this picture, and told me to write porn. So, I did. Completely ignoring my NaNo that I'm waaaaay behind on, hahaha. But it was worth it. I think.
“Fuck you.”
Jared’s back slammed into the wall as Jensen’s palms shoved hard against his chest. It winded him a little, his breath puffing out as he tried to smile and ask Jensen what was wrong. But then Jensen was on him, body slammed up against him, making his breath whoosh out again. Jensen’s full lips brushed against his neck before his teeth were bared and scraping against his skin, sinking just slightly into the flesh. It wasn’t enough to draw blood, but it was enough to make Jared groan and buck, his dick hardening quickly in his pants.
Jensen’s hands skimmed up beneath his shirt, fingertips smoothing up his sides, and he thrust right back against him, pushing him back against the wall and grinding into him, hard, and Jared moaned with the pressure and friction.
“Something wrong?” Jared huffed out, half laughing as his eyes fluttered closed, and Jensen growled and wrapped a fist in his shirt, tugging. The black V-neck tore down the middle, starting at the point of the V, exposing his chest, and Jensen was on it immediately, teasing and tonguing Jared’s nipple, pinching it a little between his teeth, and Jared bucked again.
“Fuckin’ showoff,” Jensen grumbled, fumbling with Jared’s belt. “Auctioning your shirt off and standing there in…in this.” He pulled Jared’s jeans open, revealing the bulge in Jared’s boxers, and he palmed it, squeezing, Jared letting his head fall back against the wall, panting. “You have any idea what you look like?”
Jared groaned, remembering then what had happened the last time he’d worn this shirt at home: the black V-neck. Jensen had jumped him almost as soon as he saw him, going on and on about arms, and muscles, and veins, his throat.
“So fuckin’ hot like this, Jare,” Jensen muttered against his skin, finally meeting his lips. “Gotta have you.” They were so close, lips and noses touching, and Jared moved, nudging Jensen and whispering against him.
“Take me, then.”
Jensen’s lips sealed against his, tongue thrusting into his mouth, all warm and wet and rubbing against his own, and then Jensen’s hand was moving and pushing down inside his boxers, fingers gripping and stroking him. Jared whimpered into the kiss, trying to suck in a breath, powerless against Jensen when he was like this, and Jensen pulled back, allowed him to take the oxygen he desperately needed.
“So glad I have this,” Jensen said, tightening his grip and tugging roughly, and Jared gasped, his fingers clenching against the smooth surface of the wall behind him. He was wet already, spilling bits of warmth over Jensen’s fist, and Jensen smirked, all cocky and sexy, eyes a lusty dark green, and Jared felt himself twitch in the confines of Jensen’s fingers. “So glad you’re mine.”
Jared shivered at those words, almost gasping for air. He was pushing into Jensen’s fist, already tight and strained, slick and sweaty. He was getting too close too fast, but he wanted it, wanted to give in and release himself, come all over Jensen’s fingers and watch him lick it all off. His breath started hitching, nails grating against the wall, and he moaned just the way Jensen liked, the way Jensen always begged him to in bed, letting go and not caring about how loud he was getting. He was almost there, almost, warmth flooding the lower half of his body, the heat pooling and curling, building up and pushing to get out, almost…
And then Jensen released him. Pulled his wet and reddened palm free of Jared’s boxers and stepped away, pulling his own shirt off and working on his pants.
“Take off your clothes and get on the bed,” Jensen ordered, and Jared whined first, his legs trembling and his body yearning for just that last little push, and Jensen pulled his belt out and whipped it at Jared’s clothed legs, the snap and burn making Jared flinch and his heart beat faster. “Now.”
Jared did as he was told, his dick red and throbbing, aching, but Jensen was in just the same condition. He walked backwards towards the bed, unable to take his eyes off Jensen after the other man had stripped, thick cock glistening and standing out beautifully against his body, dusky red against otherwise pale skin. He backed up as Jensen advanced on him, allowing himself to fall back on the bed when the backs of his legs hit the mattress, his dick bobbing and brushing against his stomach, and he whimpered again, wanting to come so badly. He let his legs fall open, let Jensen stand between them, and Jensen looked down at him, eyes tracing the length of his body and hands rubbing up and down his thighs.
“Turn over,” Jensen ordered quietly. “And scoot up.”
Jared moved, letting Jensen arrange him the way he wanted him, on all fours, Jensen behind him. Jensen’s hands were running up the backs of his thighs, up to his ass. Thumbs suddenly parted him, and then Jensen was moving in, tongue licking over Jared’s hole, and Jared was pushing back against him before he even realized it.
“Jesus, God,” Jared breathed, wanting more, and Jensen gave it to him, his lips sealing over Jared’s opening as his tongue twisted inward, stroking the sensitive, clenching muscle there. “I’m gonna come right the fuck now,” Jared said in a rush, and he could feel it coiling again inside of him. Jensen pulled off but didn’t move far, his breath still puffing out hot over Jared’s hole.
“Don’t,” was his only response, one simple word, and Jared’s heart hammered in his chest, because there was no fucking way he could hold off when Jensen was doing this to him. Jensen’s tongue flicked against him again, and Jared whined, his head dropping down further between his shoulders. It just wasn’t fair. At all. And he must’ve said that out loud, because Jensen was chuckling against him then, moving away for a moment before Jared heard the flick of a cap of lube opening. “It will be,” Jensen said, and then Jared groaned as one of Jensen’s fingers pushed in, all slick, and he felt his own body pulling it in, hot and yearning for more.
Jensen worked him open, thick fingers moving in and out slowly, adding another and then one more, but not once stroking over his prostate, and Jared longed for the touch, for something, but Jensen wouldn’t give it to him, dragging the moment out for as long as possible. Just as he was about to protest, to scream at Jensen to fucking get moving, Jensen pulled his fingers free, leaving Jared feeling oddly empty, and then Jared felt it. Jensen’s hands gripped his hips, and the head of his cock bumped up against Jared’s entrance, and Jared groaned wanting nothing more than this.
He remembered the first time they’d done this, the first time Jensen had taken him, and even though he’d seen Jensen beforehand, he was still surprised by the feel of him inside him. Jensen’s girth had spread him wide, opened him further than he had thought possible, and Jensen had paused, fighting his urges to make sure Jared was okay. And for a moment, Jared almost thought he wouldn’t be, almost thought it was too much. But then he’d clenched, adjusted, and suddenly the pleasure outweighed the pain. He knew it would be like that now, and he craved it, loved the feel of it, Jensen’s thick, stiff cock pressing into him and pushing him open, widening him as far as he could possible go and reaching that place inside of him that made him curse and tremble and come. He moaned as the burn started, as the pressure increased.
“You like it,” Jensen said, dark and dirty, fingers gripping him tighter as he slid in further. “God. You fuckin’ love me inside you.”
“Yeah,” Jared answered, his voice strained as he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, feeling himself stretch more. “Fuck, yeah.”
Jensen was taking his time, filling him up slowly, and Jared knew what he was doing, knew it all too well. He could tell by Jensen’s sharp intake of breath that he was watching himself disappear into Jared’s body, loved seeing Jared take him all in, inch by inch, rim stretched red and wide around him. He could feel Jensen getting close to where he wanted him, and he was there when he bottomed out, flush against Jared’s backside, tip of his dick pressing just so over his prostate, and a shiver ran through him, his balls already aching.
“Jen,” he whispered, knowing and hoping it wouldn’t be long. Jensen pulled back on a slow drag, and Jared nearly choked with the sweet friction, so tight and sensitive. He pulled back until only the head remained, and Jared hoped, prayed that Jensen wasn’t going to pull out and make this go on even longer. “Fuck!” he shouted when Jensen grabbed him and slammed in, hitting that perfect spot, right there and making him shake, his cock twitching, more pre-come rolling down the shaft. “Jensen, God, please, now, I have to…”
Jensen’s only response was a grunt and a groan as he started thrusting in and out easily, but his thrusts were purposely shallow, and Jared nearly sobbed with the torture of it, the teasing. Jensen’s right hand ran up over his hip, over his ribs, around and down over his abs, and Jared almost expected that hand to wrap around him, bring him off. Instead, the very tip of just one finger lightly touched the tip of his cock, the wetness there sticking to it as it pulled away again.
“You motherfucker!” Jared cursed, twitching and ready to burst out of his skin. “You, oh.” There it was, Jensen fucking him in earnest now, chest to his back, body pressed all up against his, sliding and moving over it, hips smacking into him, and dick finally pressing in nice and hard and deep. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Jensen.”
“Say it again,” Jensen said, begged, his voice strained and urgent, and Jared actually half smiled in spite of all the tension in his body, pushing back into Jensen’s thrusts and saying his name again.
“Jensen…”
Teeth scraped against his neck but didn’t bite, replaced by soft lips and a stuttered moan as Jensen’s hips jerked , dick pressing in tight and deep in just the right spot, warmth suddenly flooding over it, and Jared shook, his balls pulling up tight and his eyes squeezing shut. He gasped, fingers digging into the mattress beneath him, and it almost hurt when he finally came, until the high finally hit him, euphoria flowing through his veins, and then he thought he’d never felt this good in his life.
Jensen whimpered a little before he pulled out, spent, and slowly lay down on the bed, flushed and panting, eyelashes fanning out over his cheeks. Jared looked down at him and smiled, his heart calming down as he felt a warmth settle in it. He loved moments like this. When Jensen was all powerful and possessive during sex, teasing and seemingly in control, but then just as taxed by it as Jared was in the end, all relaxed and vulnerable with the exertion of it. Jared moved over closer to Jensen, away from where he’d come on the sheets and gently lowered himself down onto the pillows, facing him. He reached a shaky hand up and let his fingers run through Jensen’s short, spiky hair, and Jensen’s eyes opened halfway, tired and sated.
“Don’t know why you do it if it takes this much out of you,” Jared whispered, smiling at him, and Jensen closed his eyes and smiled, too, moving forward and down to burrow into Jared’s chest.
“I like it,” he whispered back, fitting a leg between Jared’s. Jared wrapped his arms around him. He’d always liked how it could still be like this, him giving himself up to Jensen but still being the strong one after, cradling and cuddling Jensen to him. “It’s good.”
“Yeah,” Jared said, kissing the top of Jensen’s head. “Yeah, it is.”
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 023. Lovers.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2,029
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Porn. Lots.
Summary: Jared auctions his shirt off at ChiCon and ends up in just his black V-neck. It drives Jensen crazy. Insert smex back at their hotel room here.
Author's Notes: dugindeep showed me this picture, and told me to write porn. So, I did. Completely ignoring my NaNo that I'm waaaaay behind on, hahaha. But it was worth it. I think.
“Fuck you.”
Jared’s back slammed into the wall as Jensen’s palms shoved hard against his chest. It winded him a little, his breath puffing out as he tried to smile and ask Jensen what was wrong. But then Jensen was on him, body slammed up against him, making his breath whoosh out again. Jensen’s full lips brushed against his neck before his teeth were bared and scraping against his skin, sinking just slightly into the flesh. It wasn’t enough to draw blood, but it was enough to make Jared groan and buck, his dick hardening quickly in his pants.
Jensen’s hands skimmed up beneath his shirt, fingertips smoothing up his sides, and he thrust right back against him, pushing him back against the wall and grinding into him, hard, and Jared moaned with the pressure and friction.
“Something wrong?” Jared huffed out, half laughing as his eyes fluttered closed, and Jensen growled and wrapped a fist in his shirt, tugging. The black V-neck tore down the middle, starting at the point of the V, exposing his chest, and Jensen was on it immediately, teasing and tonguing Jared’s nipple, pinching it a little between his teeth, and Jared bucked again.
“Fuckin’ showoff,” Jensen grumbled, fumbling with Jared’s belt. “Auctioning your shirt off and standing there in…in this.” He pulled Jared’s jeans open, revealing the bulge in Jared’s boxers, and he palmed it, squeezing, Jared letting his head fall back against the wall, panting. “You have any idea what you look like?”
Jared groaned, remembering then what had happened the last time he’d worn this shirt at home: the black V-neck. Jensen had jumped him almost as soon as he saw him, going on and on about arms, and muscles, and veins, his throat.
“So fuckin’ hot like this, Jare,” Jensen muttered against his skin, finally meeting his lips. “Gotta have you.” They were so close, lips and noses touching, and Jared moved, nudging Jensen and whispering against him.
“Take me, then.”
Jensen’s lips sealed against his, tongue thrusting into his mouth, all warm and wet and rubbing against his own, and then Jensen’s hand was moving and pushing down inside his boxers, fingers gripping and stroking him. Jared whimpered into the kiss, trying to suck in a breath, powerless against Jensen when he was like this, and Jensen pulled back, allowed him to take the oxygen he desperately needed.
“So glad I have this,” Jensen said, tightening his grip and tugging roughly, and Jared gasped, his fingers clenching against the smooth surface of the wall behind him. He was wet already, spilling bits of warmth over Jensen’s fist, and Jensen smirked, all cocky and sexy, eyes a lusty dark green, and Jared felt himself twitch in the confines of Jensen’s fingers. “So glad you’re mine.”
Jared shivered at those words, almost gasping for air. He was pushing into Jensen’s fist, already tight and strained, slick and sweaty. He was getting too close too fast, but he wanted it, wanted to give in and release himself, come all over Jensen’s fingers and watch him lick it all off. His breath started hitching, nails grating against the wall, and he moaned just the way Jensen liked, the way Jensen always begged him to in bed, letting go and not caring about how loud he was getting. He was almost there, almost, warmth flooding the lower half of his body, the heat pooling and curling, building up and pushing to get out, almost…
And then Jensen released him. Pulled his wet and reddened palm free of Jared’s boxers and stepped away, pulling his own shirt off and working on his pants.
“Take off your clothes and get on the bed,” Jensen ordered, and Jared whined first, his legs trembling and his body yearning for just that last little push, and Jensen pulled his belt out and whipped it at Jared’s clothed legs, the snap and burn making Jared flinch and his heart beat faster. “Now.”
Jared did as he was told, his dick red and throbbing, aching, but Jensen was in just the same condition. He walked backwards towards the bed, unable to take his eyes off Jensen after the other man had stripped, thick cock glistening and standing out beautifully against his body, dusky red against otherwise pale skin. He backed up as Jensen advanced on him, allowing himself to fall back on the bed when the backs of his legs hit the mattress, his dick bobbing and brushing against his stomach, and he whimpered again, wanting to come so badly. He let his legs fall open, let Jensen stand between them, and Jensen looked down at him, eyes tracing the length of his body and hands rubbing up and down his thighs.
“Turn over,” Jensen ordered quietly. “And scoot up.”
Jared moved, letting Jensen arrange him the way he wanted him, on all fours, Jensen behind him. Jensen’s hands were running up the backs of his thighs, up to his ass. Thumbs suddenly parted him, and then Jensen was moving in, tongue licking over Jared’s hole, and Jared was pushing back against him before he even realized it.
“Jesus, God,” Jared breathed, wanting more, and Jensen gave it to him, his lips sealing over Jared’s opening as his tongue twisted inward, stroking the sensitive, clenching muscle there. “I’m gonna come right the fuck now,” Jared said in a rush, and he could feel it coiling again inside of him. Jensen pulled off but didn’t move far, his breath still puffing out hot over Jared’s hole.
“Don’t,” was his only response, one simple word, and Jared’s heart hammered in his chest, because there was no fucking way he could hold off when Jensen was doing this to him. Jensen’s tongue flicked against him again, and Jared whined, his head dropping down further between his shoulders. It just wasn’t fair. At all. And he must’ve said that out loud, because Jensen was chuckling against him then, moving away for a moment before Jared heard the flick of a cap of lube opening. “It will be,” Jensen said, and then Jared groaned as one of Jensen’s fingers pushed in, all slick, and he felt his own body pulling it in, hot and yearning for more.
Jensen worked him open, thick fingers moving in and out slowly, adding another and then one more, but not once stroking over his prostate, and Jared longed for the touch, for something, but Jensen wouldn’t give it to him, dragging the moment out for as long as possible. Just as he was about to protest, to scream at Jensen to fucking get moving, Jensen pulled his fingers free, leaving Jared feeling oddly empty, and then Jared felt it. Jensen’s hands gripped his hips, and the head of his cock bumped up against Jared’s entrance, and Jared groaned wanting nothing more than this.
He remembered the first time they’d done this, the first time Jensen had taken him, and even though he’d seen Jensen beforehand, he was still surprised by the feel of him inside him. Jensen’s girth had spread him wide, opened him further than he had thought possible, and Jensen had paused, fighting his urges to make sure Jared was okay. And for a moment, Jared almost thought he wouldn’t be, almost thought it was too much. But then he’d clenched, adjusted, and suddenly the pleasure outweighed the pain. He knew it would be like that now, and he craved it, loved the feel of it, Jensen’s thick, stiff cock pressing into him and pushing him open, widening him as far as he could possible go and reaching that place inside of him that made him curse and tremble and come. He moaned as the burn started, as the pressure increased.
“You like it,” Jensen said, dark and dirty, fingers gripping him tighter as he slid in further. “God. You fuckin’ love me inside you.”
“Yeah,” Jared answered, his voice strained as he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, feeling himself stretch more. “Fuck, yeah.”
Jensen was taking his time, filling him up slowly, and Jared knew what he was doing, knew it all too well. He could tell by Jensen’s sharp intake of breath that he was watching himself disappear into Jared’s body, loved seeing Jared take him all in, inch by inch, rim stretched red and wide around him. He could feel Jensen getting close to where he wanted him, and he was there when he bottomed out, flush against Jared’s backside, tip of his dick pressing just so over his prostate, and a shiver ran through him, his balls already aching.
“Jen,” he whispered, knowing and hoping it wouldn’t be long. Jensen pulled back on a slow drag, and Jared nearly choked with the sweet friction, so tight and sensitive. He pulled back until only the head remained, and Jared hoped, prayed that Jensen wasn’t going to pull out and make this go on even longer. “Fuck!” he shouted when Jensen grabbed him and slammed in, hitting that perfect spot, right there and making him shake, his cock twitching, more pre-come rolling down the shaft. “Jensen, God, please, now, I have to…”
Jensen’s only response was a grunt and a groan as he started thrusting in and out easily, but his thrusts were purposely shallow, and Jared nearly sobbed with the torture of it, the teasing. Jensen’s right hand ran up over his hip, over his ribs, around and down over his abs, and Jared almost expected that hand to wrap around him, bring him off. Instead, the very tip of just one finger lightly touched the tip of his cock, the wetness there sticking to it as it pulled away again.
“You motherfucker!” Jared cursed, twitching and ready to burst out of his skin. “You, oh.” There it was, Jensen fucking him in earnest now, chest to his back, body pressed all up against his, sliding and moving over it, hips smacking into him, and dick finally pressing in nice and hard and deep. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Jensen.”
“Say it again,” Jensen said, begged, his voice strained and urgent, and Jared actually half smiled in spite of all the tension in his body, pushing back into Jensen’s thrusts and saying his name again.
“Jensen…”
Teeth scraped against his neck but didn’t bite, replaced by soft lips and a stuttered moan as Jensen’s hips jerked , dick pressing in tight and deep in just the right spot, warmth suddenly flooding over it, and Jared shook, his balls pulling up tight and his eyes squeezing shut. He gasped, fingers digging into the mattress beneath him, and it almost hurt when he finally came, until the high finally hit him, euphoria flowing through his veins, and then he thought he’d never felt this good in his life.
Jensen whimpered a little before he pulled out, spent, and slowly lay down on the bed, flushed and panting, eyelashes fanning out over his cheeks. Jared looked down at him and smiled, his heart calming down as he felt a warmth settle in it. He loved moments like this. When Jensen was all powerful and possessive during sex, teasing and seemingly in control, but then just as taxed by it as Jared was in the end, all relaxed and vulnerable with the exertion of it. Jared moved over closer to Jensen, away from where he’d come on the sheets and gently lowered himself down onto the pillows, facing him. He reached a shaky hand up and let his fingers run through Jensen’s short, spiky hair, and Jensen’s eyes opened halfway, tired and sated.
“Don’t know why you do it if it takes this much out of you,” Jared whispered, smiling at him, and Jensen closed his eyes and smiled, too, moving forward and down to burrow into Jared’s chest.
“I like it,” he whispered back, fitting a leg between Jared’s. Jared wrapped his arms around him. He’d always liked how it could still be like this, him giving himself up to Jensen but still being the strong one after, cradling and cuddling Jensen to him. “It’s good.”
“Yeah,” Jared said, kissing the top of Jensen’s head. “Yeah, it is.”