Chasing Prince Charming [FIC]
Title:Chasing Prince Charming
Author: yahnknshadows
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, drug use, abuse, AIDS scare, drag shows, language
Pairing Jared/Jensen, J2/OMC
Total World Count: About 75k
Disclaimer: Lies, all lies!
Summary: Full summary to be found with Master Post
Music: Why Don't You and I? by Carlos Santana featuring Chad Kroeger
Beta: Let's all give a rousing round of applause to Sarah <3 <3 <3 <3! Thanks so much for your help, honey!
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Prologue Chapter One pt.I Chapter One pt.II Chapter 2 Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six pt.I Chapter Six pt. II
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Chapter 7: Awake and Dreaming
Talking about letting someone tattoo his ass and actually being laid out on the table with his pants shoved down below his ass cheeks were two very different things. Jared fisted his hands on the end of the table and stared up at Jensen worriedly. “Pink fades, you know?” he said, waiting while the tattoo artist (“Call me Chris”) got his things together. “Can’t you do a darker color? I mean, I said you could pick, but it’s gonna fade.”
Jensen grinned and ran a hand through Jared's hair. "Could always get it touched up if we had to," he said, but then assumed Jared wouldn't be so thrilled about being laid out again in a few months if it did start to fade. "What about purple?" he asked, knowing it would still be close enough to pink to be cute but dark enough where it wouldn't fade as bad as the pink would as long as it was taken care of. "Or teal could work."
“Can’t we just get it written out in black? Simple and elegant and I’ll always be able to say it was something I got done while I was drunk.” Jared looked hopeful, eyes wide and pleading and every bit the puppy dog expression that usually worked on everyone.
Jensen shook his head, completely shooting down the puppy eyes. "Nope, you’re my princess and I get to mark you the way I want to," he said, nudging Jared. "Come on, baby, it’s going to be hot as hell and black is so boring. I mean at least it is for a tattoo on your ass."
A shiver went down Jared’s spine at the possessive words, even though he knew that wasn’t exactly how Jensen had meant it. “Teal, then,” he conceded and dropped his head to the end of the table, gripping it tighter in knuckle-white hands. It wasn’t that he had a problem with getting tattoos-he had two of them on his inner thighs; getting them was fun-it was the idea that he’d be permanently marked as Jensen’s property, even after Jensen decided that he didn’t want him anymore. It wasn’t like anyone other than Jensen would see it, though, so that was at least a slightly heartening thought.
Jensen wasn't taking it as much to heart as Jared was. It was true the tattoo would be a mark in connection to Jensen but Jensen wasn't trying to claim Jared as his pet or property. Jared was his friend and Jensen loved him, he would think badly of himself if he tried to tie Jared to him. Jared deserved someone who wasn't going to piss himself every time the words ‘commitment’ or ‘love’ found their way into the conversation. Jensen knew Jared wouldn't hurt him but right now he still had Jared at a certain distance because, though affectionate and loving thoughts entered his head now and again, he didn't voice them and therefore there was no power exchange going on. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" he asked, squatting down so he was eye level with Jared and Chris couldn't hear him. "You seem nervous or something."
Jared laughed softly and lifted his head enough to look Jensen in the eye. “I’m good with this, I’m just kind of embarrassed that this guy is getting an eyeful of my ass and I’ve got bruises from your hands still on my hips.”
Jensen looked up at the guy and shrugged a little. "But your ass is cute, so at least he's got something good to look at." He grinned and then kissed Jared's forehead.
“Well,” Jared said casually, “at least it’s my ass this time. The other tattoos required me to take my pants off, and I don’t usually wear boxers, so that tattoo artist ended up with a pretty graphic view.”
Jensen raised his eyebrows. "See now, what would have been awesome was if while he was down there he blew you," he teased. "I mean, kinkier things have happened at a tattoo parlor."
Jared’s smile widened and he tipped his head. “Better than that; afterward, I fucked him and he didn’t charge me for the tattoo.” He raised his brows and peeked over his shoulder at the tattoo artist curiously.
"Mm, hot," Jensen agreed. "Imagine how much free shit we could get around this place between the two of us?" he joked. Chris heard what was being said and looked back at Jared as he brought up a free tattoo. Jensen bit his bottom lip and laughed as well, ducking his head a moment.
"Yeah, we'll talk payment when we're done," Chris said. "Have the Mr. and Mrs. decided on a color yet?" he asked, half rolling his eyes.
The smile slowly fell away and Jared turned back around, crossing his arms on the table and propping his forehead on them. “The prince here is deciding on everything,” he said quietly and made his body relax. Personally, sleeping with Chris to get a free tattoo wasn’t exactly a fair trade and, if nothing else, he’d have Jensen wait outside while he paid for it and then hung out for a long enough time to make Jensen think he’d gone through with it.
"That font and in teal," Jensen said as he stood back up and pointed to the far side of the wall, bottom right hand corner.
Chris nodded his head and moved to the table to start by cleaning the area and looked back to Jensen. "Want to give me a starting point and a size or just leave it up to me?" The guy grinned checking out Jared's ass and making it obvious.
Jensen cleared his throat and moved next to the table. "Here," he said pointedly. "To here."
The tattoo gun started up and Jared took a deep breath. The moment the gun came down there would be no going back. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay perfectly still, despite the hand cupping his butt cheek. The first sting of the needle was a shock, and then it ebbed away into something more visceral. The reason he’d fucked the tattoo artist after his last tattoo was because the entire practice was deeply sensual and it stirred lust in Jared’s belly.
Jensen moved closer to Jared's head again and saw him flinch. He smirked a little, knowing that it hurt at first but then would fade. He bit his bottom lip, the truth was Jensen loved seeing Jared laid out and the fact that he was getting a tattoo partly just because Jensen wanted him to was an insane feeling. He cleared his throat and kneeled down again, his attention on Jared. "Like I said, fucking hot."
“You just like staring at my ass,” Jared snorted, forehead resting on his crossed arms. “Don’t forget that we’re piercing your nipples next, dude.” He lifted his head and gave Jensen a small smile. “Too bad it’ll be months before I can play with them.”
"Yeah, well, I don't need to put ink in your ass to do that." Jensen looked up at the tattoo guy again and then back at Jared. "It'll be awhile until I can trace that tattoo with my tongue, too," he added with a sad pout.
“Dude, you can put your mouth on it in about two months; I can’t play with your nipple rings for nearly a year and-” Jared stopped and frowned and then rested his cheek on his arms, eyes closed.
Jensen frowned and moved a little closer again, the guy was getting a look at Jared's ass but it didn't mean he had to hear everything they were saying. "And what?" he asked, frowning.
“Nah, never mind,” Jared said, giving Jensen a small grin. “It wasn’t important. But, just so you know, I’m not fucking this guy for the tattoo or the piercings. You can if you want to, but I’m not.”
Jensen opened his mouth to agree with the idea but then stopped and frowned even more, a more serious look taking over his features. He dismissed the thought crawling through his brain however and rolled his eyes. "Nah, I need a few days rest after the ride you gave me last night," he lied, deciding it was the best answer he could give at the moment.
Jared gave Jensen a disbelieving look and then shrugged his shoulders. “I doubt that, but whatever.” Who Jensen slept with wasn’t Jared’s business, no matter how much he might wish it were. Saying anything to that effect, though, would send Jensen running faster than a woman trying to get into his pants.
Jensen rolled his eyes and just let it go, not allowing himself to even consider fucking the tattoo guy or, more than that, the reason why. He looked away for a second and sighed, shifting so that he was more comfortable. "You know, if we had tied you down before he started, I think I would have exploded like twelve times by now," he joked as he breathed against Jared's ear.
“Jen, ‘m already horny because of the tattoo and you’re not helping,” Jared muttered just softly enough for Jensen to hear. “Gonna have to jerk off after this as it is.”
He nuzzled Jared with his nose and inhaled his scent. "Aw, but, baby, you know how much I love teasing you," Jensen whispered. "Just imagine all the things we could to do each other if last night is any indication. Besides, you should let me show you what I can do with my mouth; the last time you were a little too drunk to really let it sink in."
“Oh my God,” Jared groaned and fought against the urge to shift around on the table, unwilling to fuck up the tattoo. “Please, Jen, don’t talk like that right now. If I move, I’ll fuck up your tattoo and then you’ll be pissed.”
Jensen cocked his head to the side and put his hand on Jared's arm. "No, I wouldn't be but okay. I'll behave myself, for right now." He leaned in and kissed Jared's temple.
The buzz of the tattoo gun went on for another hour and a half until the guy pulled away. "Okay you two, all done." The guy smeared some cream over the tattoo and covered it with a bandage, and then gave Jared tips to taking care of the tattoo, some literature about hazards and home care, and a sheet with a general timeline specifying how long a tattoo like Jared’s would take to heal. Chris washed his hands and gestured for Jensen to strip off his shirt.
“Easier to take it off than hold it up; people tend to drop their shirts at the first sting of pain.”
Jared slid off of the table and eased his jeans up around his hips. “You don’t have to do it, Jen. I mean, I wouldn’t hold you to it if you didn’t want it.” He probably wouldn’t get to play with them anyway, and knowing that Jensen had them and being unable to touch them would be torture.
Jensen rolled his eyes and pulled his shirt up and over his head. "I said I would and I will." He had a ring through his dick already; it wasn't like this was going to be any worse than that and even that hadn't been that bad. He really wanted Jared's tongue on them once they were healed enough and he wondered if he could get Jared to chill out and play with them sooner rather than later but he knew how Jared was.
Chris put everything away and moved for the next set. "What studs are we putting in there and which way, horizontal?" he asked Jensen who then pointed at Jared and at which Chris rolled his eyes.
“Horizontal, and I want the dragons. Both nipples, please,” Jared said as he turned and shifted his weight, keeping the pressure off of his left leg so that the tense muscle under the tattoo wouldn’t cramp.
"You got it." Chris nodded and grabbed a set of the rings and what he would need to do the piercings. Getting a new pair of gloves he set to work, this would be a lot faster than the tattoo was. Jensen was tense at first but that was normal and he leaned back and relaxed as best he could. Green eyes moved to Chris and then stayed on Jared rather than the needles.
There wasn’t a really good place to stand where he’d be able to see it without standing right in the way, so Jared opted for leaning over just enough to see around Chris as he positioned the needle and pushed it halfway through before putting the stud on the end of the needle and pushing it the rest of the way out. Jared’s eyes dilated and his lips parted around a soft gasp, heat flooding his cheeks as he nibbled on the corner of his mouth, eyes avidly trained on Chris’ hands as he affixed the dragon onto the stud.
Jensen gasped softly and his dick twitched as the small pain went through one nipple. That mixed with the tattoo that Jared had just gotten, and having Jared tied down again began to seem more and more like a possible way to spend the afternoon. He bit his bottom lip and stayed still, making sure not to move and fuck something up.
The second stud went through just as easily as the first and Chris attached the dragon clasp swiftly, turned and grabbed some Q-tips and dipped them in alcohol to clean around the piercings. He stripped off the gloves and washed his hands again and then gave Jensen his own literature for care and cleaning, warning about hazards and length of time before nipple play would be possible.
All the while, Jared was breathing heavier, eyes clenched closed and his cock was a hard line tenting the front of his jeans. “H-how much do we owe you?” he asked, trying to sound casual, but his voice was husky and gruff, laced with arousal.
Jensen took the literature and moved to put his shirt back on, frowning slightly because he really should have thought to wear a looser one. "Three hundred for both, I'm feeling nice today," Chris joked as he got up and moved towards the front. Jensen took a deep breath, skin pulling tight and jostling the rings a bit. He pressed his lips together and ignored it.
They had already talked about just splitting it; it was just easier that way and both little projects in one way or another were for both of them anyway. His eyes stayed on Jared; the realization that, as they said last night, Jared now owned his nipples was really fucking hot and his dick pulsed in his jeans.
Jared shook himself and forced his eyes open, fumbling to get his wallet out to count out the cash for his half of the bill. He followed Chris out, unable to look at Jensen without wanting to pin him to a wall and fuck him silly, and handed over the cash.
Jensen pulled his money out and handed it over as he pushed the crap Chris had given him into his back pocket, ready to get out of there. He wanted to put his mouth on every part of Jared that he could reach but Chris certainly was not invited to it so he needed to get Jared out of the shop first at least and headed for the door.
“Have a good day, boys,” Chris called after them, the bell above the door ringing loudly as the door slammed behind them.
No sooner were they outside than Jared had Jensen pressed hard against the front of the building, crowded up in his space and panting like he’d just run a marathon. He shoved a thigh between Jensen’s and dipped his head down, catching Jensen’s mouth in a possessive, needy kiss. Jensen opened his mouth to the kiss, his tongue shoving past his teeth and into Jared's mouth, needy and welcoming. He groaned; he wanted to fuck right then and there. He ran his hands down Jared's sides and reached for his belt ready to either ride him or suck him off; he didn't care which, he just needed Jared and he needed him now or he was going to explode.
Jared jerked Jensen’s jeans open and shoved a hand inside, gripping Jensen’s cock in his fist. “Fuck, so goddamn hot,” he growled against Jensen’s mouth and started stroking Jensen’s cock hard and fast, needing to see him come. Jensen was so hard that it was painful. He groaned loudly and let his head fall back onto the wall behind him. He had a death grip on Jared's shirt as he pulled him closer to him and whimpered dry and low in the back of his throat, still fighting his way into Jared's jeans but now finding it harder as his own cock was stroked.
“That’s it, baby; wanna see you lose it for me. So fucking hot,” Jared growled and caught Jensen’s mouth in another kiss, fucking his tongue inside in rhythm with the fast, rough strokes of his fist.
Jensen pushed his tongue against Jared’s, urging him to keep going because Jensen couldn't stand how much Jared got him going and how easily. He didn't know how he had lasted this long without fucking around with Jared; he had been the one-night-stand that Jensen remembered and that alone was saying something. He let his head fall back; he had forgotten trying to get into Jared's jeans, too hooked on the feel of Jared’s hand on his cock. He gripped Jared's shirt tightly, twisting and untwisting it in his hands as he wiggled against the tension building in his balls.
Jared bit at Jensen’s lower lip as he broke the kiss, eyes open and focused on Jensen’s face, watching the pleasure flow over him. “That’s it, baby, just like that,” he murmured, stroking faster, thumb dragging at the head, flicking the ring, swirling up and over the sensitive slit before corkscrewing back down again. “Wanna watch you fall apart for me.”
His fingers twisted and untwisted into the shoulders of Jared's shirt, his head resting against the wall behind him. Jensen was breathing hard and raw. The tattoo, the ownership that it meant even in some small way that Jensen wouldn't admit, the rings and the fact that they were out in the open went completely unnoticed by Jensen. A few more strokes and Jensen couldn't hold out-it was annoying, in a way, just how his body reacted to Jared; he had no shame and no way of stopping it as he came; a cry torn from his lips as he spilled over Jared's fist.
“Such a good boy,” Jared cooed, stroking Jensen through the last tremors of his orgasm, a deeply pleased smile darkening his eyes and quirking his mouth. He carefully tucked Jensen’s spent and dripping cock back into his jeans and then stepped back, licking away the creamy fluid from his hand as he strolled off toward Jensen’s car.
Jensen reached out pull Jared back. "Oh, no you don't; if you can jerk me off out here then you get the same treatment," he said, matter of fact as he pinned Jared against the wall. "I want to drink you down and you have to let me, it’s only fair." He kissed Jared again, his tongue pushing past his teeth and into his mouth.
Jared laughed into Jensen’s mouth, relaxing back against the wall with his arms draped over Jensen’s shoulders and legs casually braced to either side of Jensen’s. He cocked his hips forward, taking pressure off of his new tattoo as well as keeping the denim from scraping the bandage off. “You think so? You think we can get away with a blowjob right out in the open?” he teased once he’d pulled back from the kiss.
"Think I wouldn't at least try?" Jensen answered, fully intending to follow through as he pulled Jared's zipper down and moved his hand inside his jeans. "Besides, it only makes it better," he added as he felt around, curling his fist around Jared's dick and dropping to his knees. "Anyone asks; just tell them you have issues with tying your shoes," he joked as he pulled Jared out, but kept his body positioned as such to block anyone from getting any kind of a real view. He nuzzled against Jared's already hard dick, his nose buried into the curls around it, licking around his balls.
“Fuck, should’ve known you’ve got a public sex kink,” Jared chuckled, sounding slightly strained. “I shouldn’t be surprised that you and I match up pretty well as far as sexual kinks go.” He dropped his chin to his chest, eyes wide and trained on Jensen’s mouth.
Jensen laughed deep in the back of his throat as he took Jared full into his mouth and swallowed him down. Jared was huge but Jensen knew what to expect; he remembered some of that very first night, but above all else he remembered in detail Jared's cock and just how much he had wanted to worship it. No matter if other people were watching or not and, in fact, it only made it better. He licked Jared's dick from balls to base and base to tip before taking him into his mouth again.
A harsh breath punched out of Jared’s lungs and he fisted his hands at his sides to keep from just gripping Jensen’s head in his hands and fucking his face. Jared gritted his jaw and forced his eyes to stay open, flicking briefly around to make sure that there weren’t any police heading their way. Normal people watching weren’t that big a deal, it was the police catching them and tossing them in jail for public indecency that was the real issue. Having any kind of sex in public turned Jared’s crank so fast that it left him breathless.
Jensen gripped either of Jared's hips, trying to keep him off the wall to be careful of his newest tattoo. He pulled back and licked around the head of Jared’s dick, taking it in and enjoying the flavor, the taste of sweet musk and strong salt dancing over his tongue. Jared tasted amazing and Jensen would be happy drinking in the flavor and scent all day if he could get away with it. He tightened his lips, milking Jared quick and deep, trying to drive him slowly to release.
“Fuck,” Jared gasped and had to tip his head back, cheeks flushed and eyes clenched closed, head bouncing off of the brick with a dull thud. “Jesus Christ, your mouth,” he whimpered and fisted his hands in the denim of his jeans, trying like hell to hold on. He’d already been amped up with the tattoo and watching Jensen’s nipples get pierced and stoked further watching as Jensen came apart in his hands that the draw of Jensen’s mouth was whipping at his control. Jensen smiled around Jared's cock, full and hard in his mouth. He loved making Jared come apart. He loved making him moan, beg and scream, loved it like he couldn't remember loving something in a long time. He wrapped his hands around either of Jared's sides, drawing him into his mouth, urging him to come, to fuck his mouth and to let loose. His lips remained tight and his tongue kept in time, moving around Jared's member. He refused to relent and if anything grew more intense with each passing moment.
“Jen, Jen, f-fuck,” Jared groaned and rolled his hips once, twice. The sharply indrawn breath and high whine was all the warning Jensen got. Jared bucked in Jensen’s grasp and came in short, ropy bursts, a strangled cry choking out of his gaping mouth.
Pulling off of Jared just slightly to give him room to take everything that Jared gave him, Jensen began swallowing. He caught each wave of come on his tongue, drinking it down before moving forward again. Kitten soft licks to clean Jared off gently, enjoying the taste and the sounds coming from Jared.
Jared shuddered through his orgasm, lips clamped down tight to keep from making any more embarrassing noises. His breath came in fast, sharp bursts and he cupped Jensen’s head between his hands, finally trusting himself to touch and not just take and ravage. “Thank you, baby,” he murmured softly, voice wobbling just a bit.
Jensen pulled off of Jared and then tucked him back and zipping up his jeans. Getting up, he smiled and nuzzled against Jared. "Thank you for letting me," he whispered with a smile. "Can you walk to the car?" he teased after a moment or two.
“Actually, I dunno. Gimme a minute to get my legs back; I swear to fuck you just sucked my brain out through my dick.” Jared fastened the button of his jeans and then pulled Jensen in, draping the other man over his chest and tucking him in close. Jared was nothing if not a cuddler, and that was doubled whenever he’d had an orgasm. “Loved it, though.”
Jensen breathed Jared in and cuddled his face into Jared's neck, leaning against him. "That was my plan," he answered as he relaxed. He often found himself getting lost in Jared and his embrace. It wasn't at all a good thing to Jensen's mind but to every other part of him it was just fine, natural and comfortable. He shifted a bit as his nipples pressed against Jared, rubbing a little raw but he ignored it.
“Devious plan,” Jared chuckled and gently pushed Jensen back, straightened away from the wall. “Well, now that we’ve given everyone a really hot show, how about we get out of here?” he asked, eyes dipping from Jensen’s to fall on swollen red lips, shiny with spit and come. “Could always go back to my place and let me lick you open on the back porch so that anyone out in the water could watch you.”
Jensen pulled back and looked around before shrugging; he doubted they would hear any complaints about it. He nodded and took Jared's hand, pulled him gently towards the car. "Mm, sounds like a good way to spend the afternoon to me." He didn't really care what they did or where they went to do it; he enjoyed all the time he spent with Jared, didn't matter if there was sex involved or not.
Part II (again with the stupid character limits. >_< )
Author: yahnknshadows
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, drug use, abuse, AIDS scare, drag shows, language
Pairing Jared/Jensen, J2/OMC
Total World Count: About 75k
Disclaimer: Lies, all lies!
Summary: Full summary to be found with Master Post
Music: Why Don't You and I? by Carlos Santana featuring Chad Kroeger
Beta: Let's all give a rousing round of applause to Sarah <3 <3 <3 <3! Thanks so much for your help, honey!
Master Post
Prologue Chapter One pt.I Chapter One pt.II Chapter 2 Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six pt.I Chapter Six pt. II
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Chapter 7: Awake and Dreaming
Talking about letting someone tattoo his ass and actually being laid out on the table with his pants shoved down below his ass cheeks were two very different things. Jared fisted his hands on the end of the table and stared up at Jensen worriedly. “Pink fades, you know?” he said, waiting while the tattoo artist (“Call me Chris”) got his things together. “Can’t you do a darker color? I mean, I said you could pick, but it’s gonna fade.”
Jensen grinned and ran a hand through Jared's hair. "Could always get it touched up if we had to," he said, but then assumed Jared wouldn't be so thrilled about being laid out again in a few months if it did start to fade. "What about purple?" he asked, knowing it would still be close enough to pink to be cute but dark enough where it wouldn't fade as bad as the pink would as long as it was taken care of. "Or teal could work."
“Can’t we just get it written out in black? Simple and elegant and I’ll always be able to say it was something I got done while I was drunk.” Jared looked hopeful, eyes wide and pleading and every bit the puppy dog expression that usually worked on everyone.
Jensen shook his head, completely shooting down the puppy eyes. "Nope, you’re my princess and I get to mark you the way I want to," he said, nudging Jared. "Come on, baby, it’s going to be hot as hell and black is so boring. I mean at least it is for a tattoo on your ass."
A shiver went down Jared’s spine at the possessive words, even though he knew that wasn’t exactly how Jensen had meant it. “Teal, then,” he conceded and dropped his head to the end of the table, gripping it tighter in knuckle-white hands. It wasn’t that he had a problem with getting tattoos-he had two of them on his inner thighs; getting them was fun-it was the idea that he’d be permanently marked as Jensen’s property, even after Jensen decided that he didn’t want him anymore. It wasn’t like anyone other than Jensen would see it, though, so that was at least a slightly heartening thought.
Jensen wasn't taking it as much to heart as Jared was. It was true the tattoo would be a mark in connection to Jensen but Jensen wasn't trying to claim Jared as his pet or property. Jared was his friend and Jensen loved him, he would think badly of himself if he tried to tie Jared to him. Jared deserved someone who wasn't going to piss himself every time the words ‘commitment’ or ‘love’ found their way into the conversation. Jensen knew Jared wouldn't hurt him but right now he still had Jared at a certain distance because, though affectionate and loving thoughts entered his head now and again, he didn't voice them and therefore there was no power exchange going on. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" he asked, squatting down so he was eye level with Jared and Chris couldn't hear him. "You seem nervous or something."
Jared laughed softly and lifted his head enough to look Jensen in the eye. “I’m good with this, I’m just kind of embarrassed that this guy is getting an eyeful of my ass and I’ve got bruises from your hands still on my hips.”
Jensen looked up at the guy and shrugged a little. "But your ass is cute, so at least he's got something good to look at." He grinned and then kissed Jared's forehead.
“Well,” Jared said casually, “at least it’s my ass this time. The other tattoos required me to take my pants off, and I don’t usually wear boxers, so that tattoo artist ended up with a pretty graphic view.”
Jensen raised his eyebrows. "See now, what would have been awesome was if while he was down there he blew you," he teased. "I mean, kinkier things have happened at a tattoo parlor."
Jared’s smile widened and he tipped his head. “Better than that; afterward, I fucked him and he didn’t charge me for the tattoo.” He raised his brows and peeked over his shoulder at the tattoo artist curiously.
"Mm, hot," Jensen agreed. "Imagine how much free shit we could get around this place between the two of us?" he joked. Chris heard what was being said and looked back at Jared as he brought up a free tattoo. Jensen bit his bottom lip and laughed as well, ducking his head a moment.
"Yeah, we'll talk payment when we're done," Chris said. "Have the Mr. and Mrs. decided on a color yet?" he asked, half rolling his eyes.
The smile slowly fell away and Jared turned back around, crossing his arms on the table and propping his forehead on them. “The prince here is deciding on everything,” he said quietly and made his body relax. Personally, sleeping with Chris to get a free tattoo wasn’t exactly a fair trade and, if nothing else, he’d have Jensen wait outside while he paid for it and then hung out for a long enough time to make Jensen think he’d gone through with it.
"That font and in teal," Jensen said as he stood back up and pointed to the far side of the wall, bottom right hand corner.
Chris nodded his head and moved to the table to start by cleaning the area and looked back to Jensen. "Want to give me a starting point and a size or just leave it up to me?" The guy grinned checking out Jared's ass and making it obvious.
Jensen cleared his throat and moved next to the table. "Here," he said pointedly. "To here."
The tattoo gun started up and Jared took a deep breath. The moment the gun came down there would be no going back. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay perfectly still, despite the hand cupping his butt cheek. The first sting of the needle was a shock, and then it ebbed away into something more visceral. The reason he’d fucked the tattoo artist after his last tattoo was because the entire practice was deeply sensual and it stirred lust in Jared’s belly.
Jensen moved closer to Jared's head again and saw him flinch. He smirked a little, knowing that it hurt at first but then would fade. He bit his bottom lip, the truth was Jensen loved seeing Jared laid out and the fact that he was getting a tattoo partly just because Jensen wanted him to was an insane feeling. He cleared his throat and kneeled down again, his attention on Jared. "Like I said, fucking hot."
“You just like staring at my ass,” Jared snorted, forehead resting on his crossed arms. “Don’t forget that we’re piercing your nipples next, dude.” He lifted his head and gave Jensen a small smile. “Too bad it’ll be months before I can play with them.”
"Yeah, well, I don't need to put ink in your ass to do that." Jensen looked up at the tattoo guy again and then back at Jared. "It'll be awhile until I can trace that tattoo with my tongue, too," he added with a sad pout.
“Dude, you can put your mouth on it in about two months; I can’t play with your nipple rings for nearly a year and-” Jared stopped and frowned and then rested his cheek on his arms, eyes closed.
Jensen frowned and moved a little closer again, the guy was getting a look at Jared's ass but it didn't mean he had to hear everything they were saying. "And what?" he asked, frowning.
“Nah, never mind,” Jared said, giving Jensen a small grin. “It wasn’t important. But, just so you know, I’m not fucking this guy for the tattoo or the piercings. You can if you want to, but I’m not.”
Jensen opened his mouth to agree with the idea but then stopped and frowned even more, a more serious look taking over his features. He dismissed the thought crawling through his brain however and rolled his eyes. "Nah, I need a few days rest after the ride you gave me last night," he lied, deciding it was the best answer he could give at the moment.
Jared gave Jensen a disbelieving look and then shrugged his shoulders. “I doubt that, but whatever.” Who Jensen slept with wasn’t Jared’s business, no matter how much he might wish it were. Saying anything to that effect, though, would send Jensen running faster than a woman trying to get into his pants.
Jensen rolled his eyes and just let it go, not allowing himself to even consider fucking the tattoo guy or, more than that, the reason why. He looked away for a second and sighed, shifting so that he was more comfortable. "You know, if we had tied you down before he started, I think I would have exploded like twelve times by now," he joked as he breathed against Jared's ear.
“Jen, ‘m already horny because of the tattoo and you’re not helping,” Jared muttered just softly enough for Jensen to hear. “Gonna have to jerk off after this as it is.”
He nuzzled Jared with his nose and inhaled his scent. "Aw, but, baby, you know how much I love teasing you," Jensen whispered. "Just imagine all the things we could to do each other if last night is any indication. Besides, you should let me show you what I can do with my mouth; the last time you were a little too drunk to really let it sink in."
“Oh my God,” Jared groaned and fought against the urge to shift around on the table, unwilling to fuck up the tattoo. “Please, Jen, don’t talk like that right now. If I move, I’ll fuck up your tattoo and then you’ll be pissed.”
Jensen cocked his head to the side and put his hand on Jared's arm. "No, I wouldn't be but okay. I'll behave myself, for right now." He leaned in and kissed Jared's temple.
The buzz of the tattoo gun went on for another hour and a half until the guy pulled away. "Okay you two, all done." The guy smeared some cream over the tattoo and covered it with a bandage, and then gave Jared tips to taking care of the tattoo, some literature about hazards and home care, and a sheet with a general timeline specifying how long a tattoo like Jared’s would take to heal. Chris washed his hands and gestured for Jensen to strip off his shirt.
“Easier to take it off than hold it up; people tend to drop their shirts at the first sting of pain.”
Jared slid off of the table and eased his jeans up around his hips. “You don’t have to do it, Jen. I mean, I wouldn’t hold you to it if you didn’t want it.” He probably wouldn’t get to play with them anyway, and knowing that Jensen had them and being unable to touch them would be torture.
Jensen rolled his eyes and pulled his shirt up and over his head. "I said I would and I will." He had a ring through his dick already; it wasn't like this was going to be any worse than that and even that hadn't been that bad. He really wanted Jared's tongue on them once they were healed enough and he wondered if he could get Jared to chill out and play with them sooner rather than later but he knew how Jared was.
Chris put everything away and moved for the next set. "What studs are we putting in there and which way, horizontal?" he asked Jensen who then pointed at Jared and at which Chris rolled his eyes.
“Horizontal, and I want the dragons. Both nipples, please,” Jared said as he turned and shifted his weight, keeping the pressure off of his left leg so that the tense muscle under the tattoo wouldn’t cramp.
"You got it." Chris nodded and grabbed a set of the rings and what he would need to do the piercings. Getting a new pair of gloves he set to work, this would be a lot faster than the tattoo was. Jensen was tense at first but that was normal and he leaned back and relaxed as best he could. Green eyes moved to Chris and then stayed on Jared rather than the needles.
There wasn’t a really good place to stand where he’d be able to see it without standing right in the way, so Jared opted for leaning over just enough to see around Chris as he positioned the needle and pushed it halfway through before putting the stud on the end of the needle and pushing it the rest of the way out. Jared’s eyes dilated and his lips parted around a soft gasp, heat flooding his cheeks as he nibbled on the corner of his mouth, eyes avidly trained on Chris’ hands as he affixed the dragon onto the stud.
Jensen gasped softly and his dick twitched as the small pain went through one nipple. That mixed with the tattoo that Jared had just gotten, and having Jared tied down again began to seem more and more like a possible way to spend the afternoon. He bit his bottom lip and stayed still, making sure not to move and fuck something up.
The second stud went through just as easily as the first and Chris attached the dragon clasp swiftly, turned and grabbed some Q-tips and dipped them in alcohol to clean around the piercings. He stripped off the gloves and washed his hands again and then gave Jensen his own literature for care and cleaning, warning about hazards and length of time before nipple play would be possible.
All the while, Jared was breathing heavier, eyes clenched closed and his cock was a hard line tenting the front of his jeans. “H-how much do we owe you?” he asked, trying to sound casual, but his voice was husky and gruff, laced with arousal.
Jensen took the literature and moved to put his shirt back on, frowning slightly because he really should have thought to wear a looser one. "Three hundred for both, I'm feeling nice today," Chris joked as he got up and moved towards the front. Jensen took a deep breath, skin pulling tight and jostling the rings a bit. He pressed his lips together and ignored it.
They had already talked about just splitting it; it was just easier that way and both little projects in one way or another were for both of them anyway. His eyes stayed on Jared; the realization that, as they said last night, Jared now owned his nipples was really fucking hot and his dick pulsed in his jeans.
Jared shook himself and forced his eyes open, fumbling to get his wallet out to count out the cash for his half of the bill. He followed Chris out, unable to look at Jensen without wanting to pin him to a wall and fuck him silly, and handed over the cash.
Jensen pulled his money out and handed it over as he pushed the crap Chris had given him into his back pocket, ready to get out of there. He wanted to put his mouth on every part of Jared that he could reach but Chris certainly was not invited to it so he needed to get Jared out of the shop first at least and headed for the door.
“Have a good day, boys,” Chris called after them, the bell above the door ringing loudly as the door slammed behind them.
No sooner were they outside than Jared had Jensen pressed hard against the front of the building, crowded up in his space and panting like he’d just run a marathon. He shoved a thigh between Jensen’s and dipped his head down, catching Jensen’s mouth in a possessive, needy kiss. Jensen opened his mouth to the kiss, his tongue shoving past his teeth and into Jared's mouth, needy and welcoming. He groaned; he wanted to fuck right then and there. He ran his hands down Jared's sides and reached for his belt ready to either ride him or suck him off; he didn't care which, he just needed Jared and he needed him now or he was going to explode.
Jared jerked Jensen’s jeans open and shoved a hand inside, gripping Jensen’s cock in his fist. “Fuck, so goddamn hot,” he growled against Jensen’s mouth and started stroking Jensen’s cock hard and fast, needing to see him come. Jensen was so hard that it was painful. He groaned loudly and let his head fall back onto the wall behind him. He had a death grip on Jared's shirt as he pulled him closer to him and whimpered dry and low in the back of his throat, still fighting his way into Jared's jeans but now finding it harder as his own cock was stroked.
“That’s it, baby; wanna see you lose it for me. So fucking hot,” Jared growled and caught Jensen’s mouth in another kiss, fucking his tongue inside in rhythm with the fast, rough strokes of his fist.
Jensen pushed his tongue against Jared’s, urging him to keep going because Jensen couldn't stand how much Jared got him going and how easily. He didn't know how he had lasted this long without fucking around with Jared; he had been the one-night-stand that Jensen remembered and that alone was saying something. He let his head fall back; he had forgotten trying to get into Jared's jeans, too hooked on the feel of Jared’s hand on his cock. He gripped Jared's shirt tightly, twisting and untwisting it in his hands as he wiggled against the tension building in his balls.
Jared bit at Jensen’s lower lip as he broke the kiss, eyes open and focused on Jensen’s face, watching the pleasure flow over him. “That’s it, baby, just like that,” he murmured, stroking faster, thumb dragging at the head, flicking the ring, swirling up and over the sensitive slit before corkscrewing back down again. “Wanna watch you fall apart for me.”
His fingers twisted and untwisted into the shoulders of Jared's shirt, his head resting against the wall behind him. Jensen was breathing hard and raw. The tattoo, the ownership that it meant even in some small way that Jensen wouldn't admit, the rings and the fact that they were out in the open went completely unnoticed by Jensen. A few more strokes and Jensen couldn't hold out-it was annoying, in a way, just how his body reacted to Jared; he had no shame and no way of stopping it as he came; a cry torn from his lips as he spilled over Jared's fist.
“Such a good boy,” Jared cooed, stroking Jensen through the last tremors of his orgasm, a deeply pleased smile darkening his eyes and quirking his mouth. He carefully tucked Jensen’s spent and dripping cock back into his jeans and then stepped back, licking away the creamy fluid from his hand as he strolled off toward Jensen’s car.
Jensen reached out pull Jared back. "Oh, no you don't; if you can jerk me off out here then you get the same treatment," he said, matter of fact as he pinned Jared against the wall. "I want to drink you down and you have to let me, it’s only fair." He kissed Jared again, his tongue pushing past his teeth and into his mouth.
Jared laughed into Jensen’s mouth, relaxing back against the wall with his arms draped over Jensen’s shoulders and legs casually braced to either side of Jensen’s. He cocked his hips forward, taking pressure off of his new tattoo as well as keeping the denim from scraping the bandage off. “You think so? You think we can get away with a blowjob right out in the open?” he teased once he’d pulled back from the kiss.
"Think I wouldn't at least try?" Jensen answered, fully intending to follow through as he pulled Jared's zipper down and moved his hand inside his jeans. "Besides, it only makes it better," he added as he felt around, curling his fist around Jared's dick and dropping to his knees. "Anyone asks; just tell them you have issues with tying your shoes," he joked as he pulled Jared out, but kept his body positioned as such to block anyone from getting any kind of a real view. He nuzzled against Jared's already hard dick, his nose buried into the curls around it, licking around his balls.
“Fuck, should’ve known you’ve got a public sex kink,” Jared chuckled, sounding slightly strained. “I shouldn’t be surprised that you and I match up pretty well as far as sexual kinks go.” He dropped his chin to his chest, eyes wide and trained on Jensen’s mouth.
Jensen laughed deep in the back of his throat as he took Jared full into his mouth and swallowed him down. Jared was huge but Jensen knew what to expect; he remembered some of that very first night, but above all else he remembered in detail Jared's cock and just how much he had wanted to worship it. No matter if other people were watching or not and, in fact, it only made it better. He licked Jared's dick from balls to base and base to tip before taking him into his mouth again.
A harsh breath punched out of Jared’s lungs and he fisted his hands at his sides to keep from just gripping Jensen’s head in his hands and fucking his face. Jared gritted his jaw and forced his eyes to stay open, flicking briefly around to make sure that there weren’t any police heading their way. Normal people watching weren’t that big a deal, it was the police catching them and tossing them in jail for public indecency that was the real issue. Having any kind of sex in public turned Jared’s crank so fast that it left him breathless.
Jensen gripped either of Jared's hips, trying to keep him off the wall to be careful of his newest tattoo. He pulled back and licked around the head of Jared’s dick, taking it in and enjoying the flavor, the taste of sweet musk and strong salt dancing over his tongue. Jared tasted amazing and Jensen would be happy drinking in the flavor and scent all day if he could get away with it. He tightened his lips, milking Jared quick and deep, trying to drive him slowly to release.
“Fuck,” Jared gasped and had to tip his head back, cheeks flushed and eyes clenched closed, head bouncing off of the brick with a dull thud. “Jesus Christ, your mouth,” he whimpered and fisted his hands in the denim of his jeans, trying like hell to hold on. He’d already been amped up with the tattoo and watching Jensen’s nipples get pierced and stoked further watching as Jensen came apart in his hands that the draw of Jensen’s mouth was whipping at his control. Jensen smiled around Jared's cock, full and hard in his mouth. He loved making Jared come apart. He loved making him moan, beg and scream, loved it like he couldn't remember loving something in a long time. He wrapped his hands around either of Jared's sides, drawing him into his mouth, urging him to come, to fuck his mouth and to let loose. His lips remained tight and his tongue kept in time, moving around Jared's member. He refused to relent and if anything grew more intense with each passing moment.
“Jen, Jen, f-fuck,” Jared groaned and rolled his hips once, twice. The sharply indrawn breath and high whine was all the warning Jensen got. Jared bucked in Jensen’s grasp and came in short, ropy bursts, a strangled cry choking out of his gaping mouth.
Pulling off of Jared just slightly to give him room to take everything that Jared gave him, Jensen began swallowing. He caught each wave of come on his tongue, drinking it down before moving forward again. Kitten soft licks to clean Jared off gently, enjoying the taste and the sounds coming from Jared.
Jared shuddered through his orgasm, lips clamped down tight to keep from making any more embarrassing noises. His breath came in fast, sharp bursts and he cupped Jensen’s head between his hands, finally trusting himself to touch and not just take and ravage. “Thank you, baby,” he murmured softly, voice wobbling just a bit.
Jensen pulled off of Jared and then tucked him back and zipping up his jeans. Getting up, he smiled and nuzzled against Jared. "Thank you for letting me," he whispered with a smile. "Can you walk to the car?" he teased after a moment or two.
“Actually, I dunno. Gimme a minute to get my legs back; I swear to fuck you just sucked my brain out through my dick.” Jared fastened the button of his jeans and then pulled Jensen in, draping the other man over his chest and tucking him in close. Jared was nothing if not a cuddler, and that was doubled whenever he’d had an orgasm. “Loved it, though.”
Jensen breathed Jared in and cuddled his face into Jared's neck, leaning against him. "That was my plan," he answered as he relaxed. He often found himself getting lost in Jared and his embrace. It wasn't at all a good thing to Jensen's mind but to every other part of him it was just fine, natural and comfortable. He shifted a bit as his nipples pressed against Jared, rubbing a little raw but he ignored it.
“Devious plan,” Jared chuckled and gently pushed Jensen back, straightened away from the wall. “Well, now that we’ve given everyone a really hot show, how about we get out of here?” he asked, eyes dipping from Jensen’s to fall on swollen red lips, shiny with spit and come. “Could always go back to my place and let me lick you open on the back porch so that anyone out in the water could watch you.”
Jensen pulled back and looked around before shrugging; he doubted they would hear any complaints about it. He nodded and took Jared's hand, pulled him gently towards the car. "Mm, sounds like a good way to spend the afternoon to me." He didn't really care what they did or where they went to do it; he enjoyed all the time he spent with Jared, didn't matter if there was sex involved or not.
Part II (again with the stupid character limits. >_< )