You're Like Perfection
Title: You're Like Perfection
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 081. How?
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,167
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Porn!
Summary: Soccer and soccer shorts turn Jensen and Jared on, respectively. "Perfect" is up for debate.
Author's Notes: Quite obviously inspired by the amazing shirtless soccer pics hi, Jensen, get on me ( this one might be my favorite...or this one).
Jensen smiled as he fell back on the bed, pushed onto it by Jared, who crawled up with him, hands smoothing over his legs. “See somethin’ you like?” he asked, watching Jared’s eyes darken.
“You’re ridiculous,” Jared breathed, looking down to watch the path his hands were taking, sliding over Jensen’s shins, around to the outside of his calves, following the bow of his legs past the knee, pushing up thin black soccer shorts to squeeze the muscle of his thighs.
Jensen lifted his head to watch, too, saw Jared’s hands pushing at his shorts, bunched up material flanking the obvious bulge in the middle, his hard dick practically outlined in black polyester. He dropped his head back down when Jared moved a hand to rub over it, fingers closing around it through the clothing.
“Not even wearing anything underneath, are you?” Jared asked, tone dark, and Jensen couldn’t help his huffed laugh.
“S’that a rhetorical question?” He lifted his head again and grinned at Jared, pointedly glancing down to where Jared was fully gripping him through his shorts.
“Shut up,” Jared growled, though Jensen caught the hint of a smile just before Jared settled down between his legs, lowering his head.
Jensen’s grin faded on a soft moan as Jared’s mouth closed over the clothed head of his dick. He managed to slide up on an elbow, wanting to see more, reaching down to run his hand through Jared’s hair, hold the bangs back.
Jared’s eyes were closed as he sucked lightly, fingertips rubbing over the shaft. They opened as Jensen got a better grip on his hair, lifting to look up at him as his mouth pushed down further, tongue rubbing along the underside.
Jensen groaned, licking his lips. “You want me to come in these?”
Jared pulled off of Jensen’s dick, fingers still stroking it, and smiled. “That’d be hot.” Jensen made a small disappointed sound in his throat, and Jared laughed. “Unless you want me to swallow.”
“Yeah, that,” Jensen said, hips bucking a little. “That’d be good.”
“But this,” Jared continued, still stroking Jensen’s shaft, the head straining against the soft material, “This would be really hot.”
“Whatever,” Jensen whined, flopping down flat on the bed. “Just make me come, I don’t care how.”
“Didn’t know soccer got you so hard.”
Jensen ignored that comment, closing his eyes when Jared’s mouth closed over him again. He could feel the heat and pressure of Jared’s lips and tongue, could just feel the wetness, thin layer between them growing slick and sliding with the movements. There was something oddly hot about it, Jensen once again reaching down to run his fingers through Jared’s hair, hold and pull it. He was worked up after running around loose on the field, trying desperately to get there, to force Jared lower, to thrust his hips up.
He could feel Jared working hard to keep moving over his clothed dick, the material a bit of a hindrance. He grunted, moaned, whispered a small yes when Jared started humming around him. He could hear Jared jerking himself off while blowing him, and he bucked, his body beginning to tighten.
“Jay…”
His voice was strained and Jared pulled off, keeping the shorts taut over the head of his dick but still feverishly jerking the shaft, free hand working over his own naked cock. Jensen watched it, watched Jared’s big hands blur with movement, thick cock stiff and red, the head moist with pre-come.
Jensen groaned deep in his throat, tense, eyes closing as he shook and came. He felt it soak the material, hot and damp, sticking to him now, and he shuddered and squirmed, but Jared held him still. He opened his eyes and looked down, saw Jared staring in fascination at the dark shine of his stained shorts, the bit of white that had burst through.
Jared moaned and leaned down to lick and suck at the spot, pick the excess up on his tongue and swallow it, savor it. He pulled Jensen’s shorts down, tucked them under his balls, and licked the come from Jensen’s sensitive dick, making him hiss. Finished, he let Jensen slip from his mouth and moved up to his belly, nuzzling and sucking on the skin there. Then he knelt up, one hand on Jensen’s shoulder while the other jerked himself off, movements gradually slowing, then stopping and squeezing, holding, long streaks of come splashing over Jensen’s stomach. He groaned and grunted, a couple more jerks bringing him through the aftershocks, and then he settled, sighing and rolling to lie beside Jensen.
“That was interesting,” Jensen panted, and Jared chuckled next to him.
“Just interesting?”
“Okay, it was good,” Jensen admitted, turning his head to grin at Jared. “Really good.” He glanced down at his stomach. “Except you made a mess of me.”
“Couldn’t help it,” Jared said, snuggling close. “S’like my brain short-circuited, and it was the only thing I could think about, coming all over your stomach.” He kissed Jensen’s shoulder. “You’re goddamn perfect, you know that.”
Jensen snorted. “Says you.” He pointedly ran a finger down Jared’s chest and into the grooves of his abs.
“Come on,” Jared complained, pushing his hand away. “I’m not…I’m not like you. You’re so comfortable with yourself. Confident.”
Jensen raised an eyebrow, giving the hint of a smirk to let Jared know that he wasn’t really offended. “You mean my personality makes up for how out of shape I am?”
Jared didn’t smirk back, his expression serious, hand smoothing over Jensen’s chest. “You know that’s not what I mean.” He made a face then, half-angrily poking Jensen in the side, hard. “You’re not out of shape. Nowhere near. You’re too athletic.” He huffed, then dropped the anger, leaning in to press his lips against Jensen’s. “You look great.” He moved down to Jensen’s neck, kissing and sucking. “You look amazing.” He stopped and sighed against Jensen’s skin, hot air blowing over it. “You’re a better man than I am, Jensen Ackles.”
“Liar,” Jensen said, pushing at Jared. He stared back when Jared looked up at him, almost challenging Jared to put himself down, because he wouldn’t have it. Instead, Jared sighed again, moving to lay his head on Jensen’s chest.
“How do you do it?”
Jensen shrugged. “Helps to have people around who love me for who I am.” He lightly pinched Jared’s arm. “You have that, too, you know.”
“I know that,” Jared said softly, hand on Jensen’s hip. “But I still feel like I have to be…perfect.”
He hesitated and said it like he knew that it wasn’t perfect; like he knew that perfect wasn’t weights, muscles, and strength. Jensen stroked over the spot that he pinched, fingertips light and gentle.
“You don’t have to be.”
Jared smiled against Jensen’s skin. “Are you saying you’d love me even if I had a beer gut and love handles?”
Jensen smiled. “Of course.”
“Liar.”
He said it like he knew that Jensen was telling the truth.
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 081. How?
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,167
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Porn!
Summary: Soccer and soccer shorts turn Jensen and Jared on, respectively. "Perfect" is up for debate.
Author's Notes: Quite obviously inspired by the amazing shirtless soccer pics hi, Jensen, get on me ( this one might be my favorite...or this one).
Jensen smiled as he fell back on the bed, pushed onto it by Jared, who crawled up with him, hands smoothing over his legs. “See somethin’ you like?” he asked, watching Jared’s eyes darken.
“You’re ridiculous,” Jared breathed, looking down to watch the path his hands were taking, sliding over Jensen’s shins, around to the outside of his calves, following the bow of his legs past the knee, pushing up thin black soccer shorts to squeeze the muscle of his thighs.
Jensen lifted his head to watch, too, saw Jared’s hands pushing at his shorts, bunched up material flanking the obvious bulge in the middle, his hard dick practically outlined in black polyester. He dropped his head back down when Jared moved a hand to rub over it, fingers closing around it through the clothing.
“Not even wearing anything underneath, are you?” Jared asked, tone dark, and Jensen couldn’t help his huffed laugh.
“S’that a rhetorical question?” He lifted his head again and grinned at Jared, pointedly glancing down to where Jared was fully gripping him through his shorts.
“Shut up,” Jared growled, though Jensen caught the hint of a smile just before Jared settled down between his legs, lowering his head.
Jensen’s grin faded on a soft moan as Jared’s mouth closed over the clothed head of his dick. He managed to slide up on an elbow, wanting to see more, reaching down to run his hand through Jared’s hair, hold the bangs back.
Jared’s eyes were closed as he sucked lightly, fingertips rubbing over the shaft. They opened as Jensen got a better grip on his hair, lifting to look up at him as his mouth pushed down further, tongue rubbing along the underside.
Jensen groaned, licking his lips. “You want me to come in these?”
Jared pulled off of Jensen’s dick, fingers still stroking it, and smiled. “That’d be hot.” Jensen made a small disappointed sound in his throat, and Jared laughed. “Unless you want me to swallow.”
“Yeah, that,” Jensen said, hips bucking a little. “That’d be good.”
“But this,” Jared continued, still stroking Jensen’s shaft, the head straining against the soft material, “This would be really hot.”
“Whatever,” Jensen whined, flopping down flat on the bed. “Just make me come, I don’t care how.”
“Didn’t know soccer got you so hard.”
Jensen ignored that comment, closing his eyes when Jared’s mouth closed over him again. He could feel the heat and pressure of Jared’s lips and tongue, could just feel the wetness, thin layer between them growing slick and sliding with the movements. There was something oddly hot about it, Jensen once again reaching down to run his fingers through Jared’s hair, hold and pull it. He was worked up after running around loose on the field, trying desperately to get there, to force Jared lower, to thrust his hips up.
He could feel Jared working hard to keep moving over his clothed dick, the material a bit of a hindrance. He grunted, moaned, whispered a small yes when Jared started humming around him. He could hear Jared jerking himself off while blowing him, and he bucked, his body beginning to tighten.
“Jay…”
His voice was strained and Jared pulled off, keeping the shorts taut over the head of his dick but still feverishly jerking the shaft, free hand working over his own naked cock. Jensen watched it, watched Jared’s big hands blur with movement, thick cock stiff and red, the head moist with pre-come.
Jensen groaned deep in his throat, tense, eyes closing as he shook and came. He felt it soak the material, hot and damp, sticking to him now, and he shuddered and squirmed, but Jared held him still. He opened his eyes and looked down, saw Jared staring in fascination at the dark shine of his stained shorts, the bit of white that had burst through.
Jared moaned and leaned down to lick and suck at the spot, pick the excess up on his tongue and swallow it, savor it. He pulled Jensen’s shorts down, tucked them under his balls, and licked the come from Jensen’s sensitive dick, making him hiss. Finished, he let Jensen slip from his mouth and moved up to his belly, nuzzling and sucking on the skin there. Then he knelt up, one hand on Jensen’s shoulder while the other jerked himself off, movements gradually slowing, then stopping and squeezing, holding, long streaks of come splashing over Jensen’s stomach. He groaned and grunted, a couple more jerks bringing him through the aftershocks, and then he settled, sighing and rolling to lie beside Jensen.
“That was interesting,” Jensen panted, and Jared chuckled next to him.
“Just interesting?”
“Okay, it was good,” Jensen admitted, turning his head to grin at Jared. “Really good.” He glanced down at his stomach. “Except you made a mess of me.”
“Couldn’t help it,” Jared said, snuggling close. “S’like my brain short-circuited, and it was the only thing I could think about, coming all over your stomach.” He kissed Jensen’s shoulder. “You’re goddamn perfect, you know that.”
Jensen snorted. “Says you.” He pointedly ran a finger down Jared’s chest and into the grooves of his abs.
“Come on,” Jared complained, pushing his hand away. “I’m not…I’m not like you. You’re so comfortable with yourself. Confident.”
Jensen raised an eyebrow, giving the hint of a smirk to let Jared know that he wasn’t really offended. “You mean my personality makes up for how out of shape I am?”
Jared didn’t smirk back, his expression serious, hand smoothing over Jensen’s chest. “You know that’s not what I mean.” He made a face then, half-angrily poking Jensen in the side, hard. “You’re not out of shape. Nowhere near. You’re too athletic.” He huffed, then dropped the anger, leaning in to press his lips against Jensen’s. “You look great.” He moved down to Jensen’s neck, kissing and sucking. “You look amazing.” He stopped and sighed against Jensen’s skin, hot air blowing over it. “You’re a better man than I am, Jensen Ackles.”
“Liar,” Jensen said, pushing at Jared. He stared back when Jared looked up at him, almost challenging Jared to put himself down, because he wouldn’t have it. Instead, Jared sighed again, moving to lay his head on Jensen’s chest.
“How do you do it?”
Jensen shrugged. “Helps to have people around who love me for who I am.” He lightly pinched Jared’s arm. “You have that, too, you know.”
“I know that,” Jared said softly, hand on Jensen’s hip. “But I still feel like I have to be…perfect.”
He hesitated and said it like he knew that it wasn’t perfect; like he knew that perfect wasn’t weights, muscles, and strength. Jensen stroked over the spot that he pinched, fingertips light and gentle.
“You don’t have to be.”
Jared smiled against Jensen’s skin. “Are you saying you’d love me even if I had a beer gut and love handles?”
Jensen smiled. “Of course.”
“Liar.”
He said it like he knew that Jensen was telling the truth.