The Untitled Blowjob Fic
Title: The Untitled Blowjob Fic
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 083. And.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 3,059
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Horny drunk!Jared?
Summary: Whenever Jared gets drunk, he wants to blow Jensen. Jensen always stops him, until he doesn't.
Author's Notes: Because I got this idea while RPing with itskaylie one night where Jared, for some reason, would get drunk and proceed to paw at Jensen and constantly ask to suck his dick. Because I'm a dirty bitch. IDEK.
It only happens when Jared’s drunk, which doesn’t make Jensen feel any better about it. He doesn’t quite know when or why it started happening. He just knows that drinking with Jared is a little less fun now that he has to be nervous about it. He’s not sure what to do or how he even feels. But he figures going through with it is a bad idea, especially since Jared only does it when he’s drunk. Like now.
They haven’t even been home for five minutes yet, Jensen hyperaware of how much closer Jared’s scooting on the couch with each second. He’s looking at the TV but not focusing on it, and before he knows it, Jared’s warmth is right up against him, hand brushing over his thigh. He tries to move away, but there’s nowhere to go, the arm of the couch pressing into his side. Jared laughs, and it sounds all low and predatory in Jensen’s ear, Jared’s hand getting a full grip of Jensen’s upper thigh and squeezing.
“Y’nervous?” Jared asks, low chuckle still rumbling through him. “Always tryin’ to get away from me.”
As usual, Jensen can feel himself start heating up, but he plays it off with a laugh and shakes his head. “Because I know what you’re trying to do.” He flinches a little when Jared nuzzles into his neck, not yet bold enough to turn his head in Jared’s direction.
“And?”
Jensen takes a deep breath, Jared’s hand moving up and in. “And it’s not gonna happen.”
“Why do y’always stop me?” Jared asks, pulling back to look at Jensen, hand still working to get closer to Jensen’s crotch. Then he shifts and looms in close again, forehead almost touching Jensen’s, forcing Jensen to look at him. “C’mon, Jensen. Just let me suck your dick.”
There’s hot breath on him, Jared’s dark, hooded eyes staring into him, and Jensen feels his dick twitching in response to the words that wash over him, his breath quickening a bit. He swallows hard and reaches for Jared’s hand, grabbing it by the wrist and putting its movement to a halt. He smiles and shakes his head again, as if this is just another of Jared’s antics. As if his heart isn’t now pounding in his chest. And Jared just grins, mischievous and seductive, flipping his hair back out of his face, dimples showing.
“You don’t wanna stop me,” he says quietly, shaking Jensen’s hand off and pressing his palm over Jensen’s crotch. Jensen gasps, and Jared’s grin just widens, the heel of his hand rubbing insistently. “Not really.”
Jensen places a hand on Jared’s chest, a feeble attempt to push him away. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, working hard to keep his hips still, to will his dick down. “You only ever do this when you’re drunk,” he says, and he can smell the alcohol on Jared’s breath, which shouldn’t really turn him on at all. “Why is that?”
Jared laughs, lighter this time, and like Jensen just asked the dumbest question he’s ever heard in his life. “Because I don’t have the balls to do it when I’m not drunk.” He shifts, and Jensen suppresses a whine when the pressure of Jared’s hand is lifted.
But Jared’s hands return, both of them, and Jensen can’t even hear the TV anymore over his pulse pounding in his ears and the sound of his zipper being pulled down. Jared pulls roughly at Jensen’s jeans and underwear, getting them low enough for Jensen’s dick to slip free, and Jensen bites his bottom lip and tries to focus on his breathing. He can’t believe he’s exposed like this, to Jared no less, and he can’t help the way his face reddens as Jared looks down at his cock and lifts a brow, then frowns. The frown hits Jensen hard, like a punch in the face, and he’s about to ask just what’s wrong with it when Jared opens his mouth again.
“How come you’re not hard?” Jared asks, accent thick, and Jensen’s dick stiffens up like fucking magic. He’d been halfway there, but all the panic and trying to not be hard kind of got in the way of things. Jared, drunk as he is, is a little slow in his reactions, and he looks back up at Jensen’s face first, smirking and saying, “What’m I not good enough for you?” Then he looks back down, and his eyes widen a little as he licks his lips. “There we go.” He reaches down, fingers wrapping around it experimentally, and Jensen grunts and swallows hard, fighting the shiver that runs down his spine. “What fuckin’ took you so long?”
“Jared, I’m…I’m scared.” Jensen blurts it out before he even realizes it, doesn’t even really think about it, his brain derailed for the moment. But he feels stupid when he hears it, wondering if it really came out of his own mouth, even if he knows the reason for it.
“Of a blowjob?” Jared asks, laughing at him again. He tightens his fist and jerks a couple of times, still looking at Jensen as he does it, like it’s no big deal. So nonchalant. Like he isn’t fucking taking Jensen’s breath away.
“No,” Jensen forces out, hips instinctively pushing him up into Jared’s fist, dick pulsing with heat at the contact, the friction. He can’t remember what his answer was going to be at first, and then he looks at Jared’s face, at Jared’s dumb, crooked grin, and he remembers. “You’re my best friend.”
Jared shrugs, again like it’s nothing. “So?” he retorts, smile not faltering as he starts moving beside Jensen on the couch, shifting his body lower. Jensen doesn’t know whether to pay attention to all the red flags going up in his mind or the feeling that he really, really wants this to happen. “Let me do you a big favor then. Like a best friend would.”
Before Jensen can react, before he can do anything, Jared’s smile disappears as his head turns away and then drops down, long fingers gripping the base of Jensen’s dick as his mouth opens up over the head. Jensen utters a shocked cry, pleasure and slight discomfort shooting through him, because as much as Jared wants to do this, he’s both drunk and a novice. His mouth is warm, wet, and inviting, but it’s a little too insistent, and Jared’s teeth are a little too close to where Jensen doesn’t want them to be. Still, his dick aches in disagreement when he hurriedly pulls Jared off, leaving a slobbery mess behind.
“We can’t,” Jensen murmurs, and Jared looks back at him, dazed and confused. Jensen’s hand is in Jared’s hair, Jared’s hand on his, probably because yanking him by the hair hurt, and Jensen lets go and pushes up from the couch.
“What d’you mean?”
Jensen rushes to frantically get his underwear and pants back on, wincing as he zips up over his hard dick. “I mean we can’t. It’s just…I don’t know what’ll happen.” He’s got his back to Jared, which is a mistake, because Jared’s suddenly on his back, right up against him, arms circling him and hands moving down over his crotch, rubbing him through tight denim.
“What happens is I’ll suck your dick,” Jared says, chin resting on Jared’s shoulder, and Jensen just moans helplessly and watches as Jared undoes his jeans all over again. “You’ll come. I’ll beat off to the memory of it until you let me do it again.” Jeans open, Jared’s palm smoothes over the hard outline in Jensen’s boxers. “So why don’t you let me do it?”
Jensen closes his eyes and rocks his hips back and forth, feels Jared’s hard body behind him and the press of what can only be Jared’s hard-on. “Why?” he chokes out, and he knows he’s giving in even as he’s asking. “Why do you want to?”
Jared surprises Jensen by turning his head and nipping at Jensen’s earlobe, then licking over the tiny bite. “Because you turn me the fuck on, that’s why. Why else do you think I’m asking?” His voice is a low growl, and Jensen shivers, then gasps as Jared’s hand moves harder, faster. “Never felt this way before,” Jared whispers, sounding breathless and horny, and Jensen can smell the familiar scent of a hot, sweaty Jared, but it’s having a completely different effect on him now, knees almost buckling. “I watch you walking around set, and all I can think is how much I wanna suck you off. Every day, Jensen. Every fucking day, I want your dick in my mouth. S’that a good enough answer for you?”
Jensen bucks, cursing low under his breath, because there’s no fucking way he’s pushing Jared away now. He tries to laugh, tries to have as much control as Jared does and make a joke out of it. “You gonna spit or swallow?”
Jared gives him that dark chuckle again, hand slipping beneath the waistband of Jensen’s boxers to grip him fully, jerking him hard and tight. “Bet I can make you come so fucking fast.”
To Jared’s credit, Jensen almost comes right then and there, groaning loud enough to make Jared thrust hard against his ass in response. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he does, as fair warning. Because if Jared’s gonna suck his dick, he should probably start now and stop jacking him off. “Jared, this probably isn’t gonna last long.”
He can feel Jared smile against his neck, and he’d roll his eyes at Jared’s arrogance if he weren’t hard and dripping over Jared’s fingers. “Knew you were hot for me,” Jared says, and Jensen doesn’t even know why he tries to deny it, other than the habit of their banter.
“It’s not that, it’s-”
“It’s the thought of my lips wrapped around your dick,” Jared finishes for him, and Jensen groans again, tilting his had back on Jared’s shoulder, letting Jared support him as a fresh burst of pre-come gushes from the slit of his dick, Jared’s thumb sweeping over it and smoothing it down the shaft. “The thought of me on my knees in front of you.”
Just like that, Jared’s hand is gone, and Jared’s moving him and pushing him so that his back hits the nearest wall. He’s a little dizzy from the sudden movement, and he catches Jared’s arm before Jared can actually drop to his knees, his own knees feeling a bit weak. “M-Maybe we shouldn’t do it like this,” he stutters, face flushed. He licks his lips, trying to ignore Jared’s satisfied grin. “Maybe the couch is better.”
There’s a twinkle in Jared’s eye, and then he’s grabbing Jensen and moving him again, this time up the stairs, and Jensen’s heart pounds at the thought of them going into Jared’s bedroom. He stops thinking then and just lets Jared maneuver him, lets himself be shoved down onto Jared’s bed and stripped from the waist down. Lets his legs be parted so Jared can settle in between them, head hovering over his dick.
“Just be careful,” Jensen says while he still has full command of the English language, dropping his head back on the pillows and closing his eyes. “It’s my dick, not a fuckin’ steak dinner.”
He stops talking and shudders through a relieved sigh when Jared’s tongue licks up his cock from base to tip. It’s one long swipe, and then it’s gone, and Jensen feels his dick lifting and smacking back down over his belly. Jared’s fingers lift it back up, leaving a sticky trail on his skin, and he tries to relax, tries to prepare himself, but nothing can prepare him for the soft, tentative kiss of Jared’s lips on his dick, so much more careful than the mess of the first time. He feels Jared’s lips part over the head, the tip of Jared’s tongue eager to push out past them, slippery and thick. He curses again, Jared’s arm holding Jensen’s hips down while he sucks gently on the head, getting a feel and taste for it.
Jensen moans and squirms when Jared hums with pleasure, mouth opening wider to slip down the shaft a couple of inches. He would lift his head to look, but he knows that that’d be the end of it, balls already aching with the need to get off. He figures if this were anything like a porno flick, this would be the part where he’d start talking dirty and giving Jared orders. Instead, all he can do is whimper, one forearm thrown over his forehead while the other lies flat on the mattress, fingers digging into the sheets.
It’s when Jared starts moving and setting a real pace with his mouth and hand that Jensen completely loses it. Jensen generally isn’t loud during sex, but Jared’s pulling moans out of him that he had no idea were trapped inside his chest. He turns from reluctant to desperate in the blink of an eye, hips fighting to thrust up into Jared’s mouth, Jared using the strength in his arms in an active struggle to keep Jensen still while he picks up the pace and sucks harder, lips getting tighter and mouth moving a little rougher, but in a good way this time. In a really fucking good way. In a way that’s aiming to get Jensen off and do it fast.
Jared interrupts the flow to pull up on Jensen’s dick and suck on the head again, harder this time, tongue swirling around it and flickering over that spot just underneath it that gets Jensen’s back arching, flirting with the slit. Jared moans again at the taste of him, a sound that reverberates in Jared’s throat and over Jensen’s dick, and the hand that’s clenched in the sheets lifts up only to smack back down again, fuck ripping from Jensen’s throat in a harsh scream that sounds so foreign to him.
A few more moans and bobs of Jared’s head, a few more strokes of Jared’s hand, and Jensen’s right there on the edge, so fucking close. His chest is heaving, whole body damp with sweat, shirt clinging to him, and it feels so suffocating that he wishes he’d taken it off, but it’s too late now. Jared pulls off, and Jensen practically sobs with the loss until Jared’s manhandling him again, maneuvering them so that Jared’s on his back, Jensen’s knees on either side of him, hovering over his head, palms flat out on the pillows to steady himself. Jensen’s thrown for a loop until he looks down and realizes what’s happening, sees the lust and want on Jared’s face, and then he groans and barely gets a hand on himself before he’s bucking and coming, spine hot and tingling as his balls tighten and the first shot of white slicks across Jared’s slightly parted lips. Jared’s mouth opens wider, and Jensen doesn’t think to stop himself, can’t stop himself from shoving his dick back into Jared’s mouth and thrusting through the rest of his orgasm. Jared’s hands quickly grab onto his hips to keep him from going too deep, and Jensen just moans loudly as his whole body shudders, breath hitching with the release of each spurt into Jared’s mouth. He finishes and waits to pull out until the aftershocks have slowed and his muscles finally start to relax.
His body feels heavy when he slips back past Jared’s lips, breath still coming a little too quickly. He’s less than graceful when he flops over next to Jared, closing his eyes as he recovers.
“Holy shit,” Jared whispers, and it comes out raspy and thick, and Jensen groans with the knowledge of why. He hears the sound of Jared’s zipper and opens his eyes, turning his head to watch as Jared reaches in and pulls his dick out, all hard and flushed. It only takes a handful of sloppy, quick strokes before Jared’s coming with a low whine, legs shifting on the mattress as he gives into it, losing control. Jensen watches as streaks of white cover Jared’s fist and wonders if this is how Jared felt before, wanting to taste it.
He doesn’t mind too much when Jared falls asleep beside him, taking that moment to drift off himself. It’s when he wakes up later that it all hits him again. He can hear Jared up and moving around, cleaning himself up, from the sound of the water running. Jensen thinks he should feel more nervous than he is to face this thing when Jared’s sober, but he’s calm in a way he didn’t think he would be. Of course, that could still just be the aftereffects of the orgasm. He opens his eyes and finds that he turned onto his side in his sleep, facing the bathroom. Jared’s standing in the doorway, shirtless and actually looking uncomfortable about it, biting his lip and offering Jensen a small, nervous smile.
“Are we okay?” Jared asks quietly, fidgeting awkwardly and looking like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, leave them at his sides or use them to cover up his torso.
Jensen looks at him for a minute, thinking but not really thinking about it. It doesn’t seem so complicated now, and he lifts a hand to beckon to Jared. “C’mere,” he says in his sleep-ridden voice.
Jared looks relieved, if still a bit confused, and he obeys, lying back down beside Jensen, facing him. Jensen barely even hesitates, just slips a hand around the back of Jared’s neck and pulls him in, kissing him softly. He feels the tension in Jared’s body break and parts his lips the same time Jared does, leading him in a simple kiss before tentatively slipping his tongue out against Jared’s. Jared moans and cups Jensen’s face, matching Jensen’s movements. And then Jensen pulls away, breaking the kiss to look into Jared’s eyes, though Jared’s eyes are still focused on Jensen’s lips.
“Thank God you brushed your teeth,” Jensen murmurs, and that gets Jared’s attention, youthful happiness lighting up hazel eyes that finally lift to meet his. Jared smiles slowly, then breaks into laughter that shakes the whole bed, and Jensen just grins and pulls him closer, hands just beginning to learn the feel of Jared’s body.
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 083. And.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 3,059
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Horny drunk!Jared?
Summary: Whenever Jared gets drunk, he wants to blow Jensen. Jensen always stops him, until he doesn't.
Author's Notes: Because I got this idea while RPing with itskaylie one night where Jared, for some reason, would get drunk and proceed to paw at Jensen and constantly ask to suck his dick. Because I'm a dirty bitch. IDEK.
It only happens when Jared’s drunk, which doesn’t make Jensen feel any better about it. He doesn’t quite know when or why it started happening. He just knows that drinking with Jared is a little less fun now that he has to be nervous about it. He’s not sure what to do or how he even feels. But he figures going through with it is a bad idea, especially since Jared only does it when he’s drunk. Like now.
They haven’t even been home for five minutes yet, Jensen hyperaware of how much closer Jared’s scooting on the couch with each second. He’s looking at the TV but not focusing on it, and before he knows it, Jared’s warmth is right up against him, hand brushing over his thigh. He tries to move away, but there’s nowhere to go, the arm of the couch pressing into his side. Jared laughs, and it sounds all low and predatory in Jensen’s ear, Jared’s hand getting a full grip of Jensen’s upper thigh and squeezing.
“Y’nervous?” Jared asks, low chuckle still rumbling through him. “Always tryin’ to get away from me.”
As usual, Jensen can feel himself start heating up, but he plays it off with a laugh and shakes his head. “Because I know what you’re trying to do.” He flinches a little when Jared nuzzles into his neck, not yet bold enough to turn his head in Jared’s direction.
“And?”
Jensen takes a deep breath, Jared’s hand moving up and in. “And it’s not gonna happen.”
“Why do y’always stop me?” Jared asks, pulling back to look at Jensen, hand still working to get closer to Jensen’s crotch. Then he shifts and looms in close again, forehead almost touching Jensen’s, forcing Jensen to look at him. “C’mon, Jensen. Just let me suck your dick.”
There’s hot breath on him, Jared’s dark, hooded eyes staring into him, and Jensen feels his dick twitching in response to the words that wash over him, his breath quickening a bit. He swallows hard and reaches for Jared’s hand, grabbing it by the wrist and putting its movement to a halt. He smiles and shakes his head again, as if this is just another of Jared’s antics. As if his heart isn’t now pounding in his chest. And Jared just grins, mischievous and seductive, flipping his hair back out of his face, dimples showing.
“You don’t wanna stop me,” he says quietly, shaking Jensen’s hand off and pressing his palm over Jensen’s crotch. Jensen gasps, and Jared’s grin just widens, the heel of his hand rubbing insistently. “Not really.”
Jensen places a hand on Jared’s chest, a feeble attempt to push him away. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, working hard to keep his hips still, to will his dick down. “You only ever do this when you’re drunk,” he says, and he can smell the alcohol on Jared’s breath, which shouldn’t really turn him on at all. “Why is that?”
Jared laughs, lighter this time, and like Jensen just asked the dumbest question he’s ever heard in his life. “Because I don’t have the balls to do it when I’m not drunk.” He shifts, and Jensen suppresses a whine when the pressure of Jared’s hand is lifted.
But Jared’s hands return, both of them, and Jensen can’t even hear the TV anymore over his pulse pounding in his ears and the sound of his zipper being pulled down. Jared pulls roughly at Jensen’s jeans and underwear, getting them low enough for Jensen’s dick to slip free, and Jensen bites his bottom lip and tries to focus on his breathing. He can’t believe he’s exposed like this, to Jared no less, and he can’t help the way his face reddens as Jared looks down at his cock and lifts a brow, then frowns. The frown hits Jensen hard, like a punch in the face, and he’s about to ask just what’s wrong with it when Jared opens his mouth again.
“How come you’re not hard?” Jared asks, accent thick, and Jensen’s dick stiffens up like fucking magic. He’d been halfway there, but all the panic and trying to not be hard kind of got in the way of things. Jared, drunk as he is, is a little slow in his reactions, and he looks back up at Jensen’s face first, smirking and saying, “What’m I not good enough for you?” Then he looks back down, and his eyes widen a little as he licks his lips. “There we go.” He reaches down, fingers wrapping around it experimentally, and Jensen grunts and swallows hard, fighting the shiver that runs down his spine. “What fuckin’ took you so long?”
“Jared, I’m…I’m scared.” Jensen blurts it out before he even realizes it, doesn’t even really think about it, his brain derailed for the moment. But he feels stupid when he hears it, wondering if it really came out of his own mouth, even if he knows the reason for it.
“Of a blowjob?” Jared asks, laughing at him again. He tightens his fist and jerks a couple of times, still looking at Jensen as he does it, like it’s no big deal. So nonchalant. Like he isn’t fucking taking Jensen’s breath away.
“No,” Jensen forces out, hips instinctively pushing him up into Jared’s fist, dick pulsing with heat at the contact, the friction. He can’t remember what his answer was going to be at first, and then he looks at Jared’s face, at Jared’s dumb, crooked grin, and he remembers. “You’re my best friend.”
Jared shrugs, again like it’s nothing. “So?” he retorts, smile not faltering as he starts moving beside Jensen on the couch, shifting his body lower. Jensen doesn’t know whether to pay attention to all the red flags going up in his mind or the feeling that he really, really wants this to happen. “Let me do you a big favor then. Like a best friend would.”
Before Jensen can react, before he can do anything, Jared’s smile disappears as his head turns away and then drops down, long fingers gripping the base of Jensen’s dick as his mouth opens up over the head. Jensen utters a shocked cry, pleasure and slight discomfort shooting through him, because as much as Jared wants to do this, he’s both drunk and a novice. His mouth is warm, wet, and inviting, but it’s a little too insistent, and Jared’s teeth are a little too close to where Jensen doesn’t want them to be. Still, his dick aches in disagreement when he hurriedly pulls Jared off, leaving a slobbery mess behind.
“We can’t,” Jensen murmurs, and Jared looks back at him, dazed and confused. Jensen’s hand is in Jared’s hair, Jared’s hand on his, probably because yanking him by the hair hurt, and Jensen lets go and pushes up from the couch.
“What d’you mean?”
Jensen rushes to frantically get his underwear and pants back on, wincing as he zips up over his hard dick. “I mean we can’t. It’s just…I don’t know what’ll happen.” He’s got his back to Jared, which is a mistake, because Jared’s suddenly on his back, right up against him, arms circling him and hands moving down over his crotch, rubbing him through tight denim.
“What happens is I’ll suck your dick,” Jared says, chin resting on Jared’s shoulder, and Jensen just moans helplessly and watches as Jared undoes his jeans all over again. “You’ll come. I’ll beat off to the memory of it until you let me do it again.” Jeans open, Jared’s palm smoothes over the hard outline in Jensen’s boxers. “So why don’t you let me do it?”
Jensen closes his eyes and rocks his hips back and forth, feels Jared’s hard body behind him and the press of what can only be Jared’s hard-on. “Why?” he chokes out, and he knows he’s giving in even as he’s asking. “Why do you want to?”
Jared surprises Jensen by turning his head and nipping at Jensen’s earlobe, then licking over the tiny bite. “Because you turn me the fuck on, that’s why. Why else do you think I’m asking?” His voice is a low growl, and Jensen shivers, then gasps as Jared’s hand moves harder, faster. “Never felt this way before,” Jared whispers, sounding breathless and horny, and Jensen can smell the familiar scent of a hot, sweaty Jared, but it’s having a completely different effect on him now, knees almost buckling. “I watch you walking around set, and all I can think is how much I wanna suck you off. Every day, Jensen. Every fucking day, I want your dick in my mouth. S’that a good enough answer for you?”
Jensen bucks, cursing low under his breath, because there’s no fucking way he’s pushing Jared away now. He tries to laugh, tries to have as much control as Jared does and make a joke out of it. “You gonna spit or swallow?”
Jared gives him that dark chuckle again, hand slipping beneath the waistband of Jensen’s boxers to grip him fully, jerking him hard and tight. “Bet I can make you come so fucking fast.”
To Jared’s credit, Jensen almost comes right then and there, groaning loud enough to make Jared thrust hard against his ass in response. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he does, as fair warning. Because if Jared’s gonna suck his dick, he should probably start now and stop jacking him off. “Jared, this probably isn’t gonna last long.”
He can feel Jared smile against his neck, and he’d roll his eyes at Jared’s arrogance if he weren’t hard and dripping over Jared’s fingers. “Knew you were hot for me,” Jared says, and Jensen doesn’t even know why he tries to deny it, other than the habit of their banter.
“It’s not that, it’s-”
“It’s the thought of my lips wrapped around your dick,” Jared finishes for him, and Jensen groans again, tilting his had back on Jared’s shoulder, letting Jared support him as a fresh burst of pre-come gushes from the slit of his dick, Jared’s thumb sweeping over it and smoothing it down the shaft. “The thought of me on my knees in front of you.”
Just like that, Jared’s hand is gone, and Jared’s moving him and pushing him so that his back hits the nearest wall. He’s a little dizzy from the sudden movement, and he catches Jared’s arm before Jared can actually drop to his knees, his own knees feeling a bit weak. “M-Maybe we shouldn’t do it like this,” he stutters, face flushed. He licks his lips, trying to ignore Jared’s satisfied grin. “Maybe the couch is better.”
There’s a twinkle in Jared’s eye, and then he’s grabbing Jensen and moving him again, this time up the stairs, and Jensen’s heart pounds at the thought of them going into Jared’s bedroom. He stops thinking then and just lets Jared maneuver him, lets himself be shoved down onto Jared’s bed and stripped from the waist down. Lets his legs be parted so Jared can settle in between them, head hovering over his dick.
“Just be careful,” Jensen says while he still has full command of the English language, dropping his head back on the pillows and closing his eyes. “It’s my dick, not a fuckin’ steak dinner.”
He stops talking and shudders through a relieved sigh when Jared’s tongue licks up his cock from base to tip. It’s one long swipe, and then it’s gone, and Jensen feels his dick lifting and smacking back down over his belly. Jared’s fingers lift it back up, leaving a sticky trail on his skin, and he tries to relax, tries to prepare himself, but nothing can prepare him for the soft, tentative kiss of Jared’s lips on his dick, so much more careful than the mess of the first time. He feels Jared’s lips part over the head, the tip of Jared’s tongue eager to push out past them, slippery and thick. He curses again, Jared’s arm holding Jensen’s hips down while he sucks gently on the head, getting a feel and taste for it.
Jensen moans and squirms when Jared hums with pleasure, mouth opening wider to slip down the shaft a couple of inches. He would lift his head to look, but he knows that that’d be the end of it, balls already aching with the need to get off. He figures if this were anything like a porno flick, this would be the part where he’d start talking dirty and giving Jared orders. Instead, all he can do is whimper, one forearm thrown over his forehead while the other lies flat on the mattress, fingers digging into the sheets.
It’s when Jared starts moving and setting a real pace with his mouth and hand that Jensen completely loses it. Jensen generally isn’t loud during sex, but Jared’s pulling moans out of him that he had no idea were trapped inside his chest. He turns from reluctant to desperate in the blink of an eye, hips fighting to thrust up into Jared’s mouth, Jared using the strength in his arms in an active struggle to keep Jensen still while he picks up the pace and sucks harder, lips getting tighter and mouth moving a little rougher, but in a good way this time. In a really fucking good way. In a way that’s aiming to get Jensen off and do it fast.
Jared interrupts the flow to pull up on Jensen’s dick and suck on the head again, harder this time, tongue swirling around it and flickering over that spot just underneath it that gets Jensen’s back arching, flirting with the slit. Jared moans again at the taste of him, a sound that reverberates in Jared’s throat and over Jensen’s dick, and the hand that’s clenched in the sheets lifts up only to smack back down again, fuck ripping from Jensen’s throat in a harsh scream that sounds so foreign to him.
A few more moans and bobs of Jared’s head, a few more strokes of Jared’s hand, and Jensen’s right there on the edge, so fucking close. His chest is heaving, whole body damp with sweat, shirt clinging to him, and it feels so suffocating that he wishes he’d taken it off, but it’s too late now. Jared pulls off, and Jensen practically sobs with the loss until Jared’s manhandling him again, maneuvering them so that Jared’s on his back, Jensen’s knees on either side of him, hovering over his head, palms flat out on the pillows to steady himself. Jensen’s thrown for a loop until he looks down and realizes what’s happening, sees the lust and want on Jared’s face, and then he groans and barely gets a hand on himself before he’s bucking and coming, spine hot and tingling as his balls tighten and the first shot of white slicks across Jared’s slightly parted lips. Jared’s mouth opens wider, and Jensen doesn’t think to stop himself, can’t stop himself from shoving his dick back into Jared’s mouth and thrusting through the rest of his orgasm. Jared’s hands quickly grab onto his hips to keep him from going too deep, and Jensen just moans loudly as his whole body shudders, breath hitching with the release of each spurt into Jared’s mouth. He finishes and waits to pull out until the aftershocks have slowed and his muscles finally start to relax.
His body feels heavy when he slips back past Jared’s lips, breath still coming a little too quickly. He’s less than graceful when he flops over next to Jared, closing his eyes as he recovers.
“Holy shit,” Jared whispers, and it comes out raspy and thick, and Jensen groans with the knowledge of why. He hears the sound of Jared’s zipper and opens his eyes, turning his head to watch as Jared reaches in and pulls his dick out, all hard and flushed. It only takes a handful of sloppy, quick strokes before Jared’s coming with a low whine, legs shifting on the mattress as he gives into it, losing control. Jensen watches as streaks of white cover Jared’s fist and wonders if this is how Jared felt before, wanting to taste it.
He doesn’t mind too much when Jared falls asleep beside him, taking that moment to drift off himself. It’s when he wakes up later that it all hits him again. He can hear Jared up and moving around, cleaning himself up, from the sound of the water running. Jensen thinks he should feel more nervous than he is to face this thing when Jared’s sober, but he’s calm in a way he didn’t think he would be. Of course, that could still just be the aftereffects of the orgasm. He opens his eyes and finds that he turned onto his side in his sleep, facing the bathroom. Jared’s standing in the doorway, shirtless and actually looking uncomfortable about it, biting his lip and offering Jensen a small, nervous smile.
“Are we okay?” Jared asks quietly, fidgeting awkwardly and looking like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, leave them at his sides or use them to cover up his torso.
Jensen looks at him for a minute, thinking but not really thinking about it. It doesn’t seem so complicated now, and he lifts a hand to beckon to Jared. “C’mere,” he says in his sleep-ridden voice.
Jared looks relieved, if still a bit confused, and he obeys, lying back down beside Jensen, facing him. Jensen barely even hesitates, just slips a hand around the back of Jared’s neck and pulls him in, kissing him softly. He feels the tension in Jared’s body break and parts his lips the same time Jared does, leading him in a simple kiss before tentatively slipping his tongue out against Jared’s. Jared moans and cups Jensen’s face, matching Jensen’s movements. And then Jensen pulls away, breaking the kiss to look into Jared’s eyes, though Jared’s eyes are still focused on Jensen’s lips.
“Thank God you brushed your teeth,” Jensen murmurs, and that gets Jared’s attention, youthful happiness lighting up hazel eyes that finally lift to meet his. Jared smiles slowly, then breaks into laughter that shakes the whole bed, and Jensen just grins and pulls him closer, hands just beginning to learn the feel of Jared’s body.