Just Don't Give Up on Me 1/?
Jan. 31st, 2011 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rain_n_snowPairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None really, a little angst, lots of boy smexing
Disclaimer: If I owned them, or either of them (I SOOO wish!!!), I would totally be doing better shit than writing fanfic
Jared and Jensen have both fought their inner battles against what they want for so long. Maybe it's time for them to face it all. But can they weather the storm and make it work, or will reality and the past rear it's ugly head and keep them apart?
This fic is complete and I will be posting every other day or two.
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Jensen pushed Jared against the door of the trailer the minute it shut behind them, fingers curling into shaggy hair and pulling tight, and ‘Oh God’ how long had he wanted to touch that hair, feel it slide between his fingers? Now that he could admit it to himself, it felt like forever. “Shit, Jared, you just had to push and push didn’t you? Fine. I can’t take it anymore…the constant touching, the brushes up against me, the climbing all over me in public…you wanted it, now you got it. I can’t fight anymore, don’t wanna fight anymore. Take it.”
He groaned, leaning into his best friend and pressing a hot, open mouthed kiss there, tongue coming out to brush along his lower lip. And it tasted right, and it felt so good; and right at that moment he couldn’t remember why he fought against this for so long.
Jared moaned deeply, hands coming to encircle Jensen’s waist, digging into ribs and hipbones. He slanted his head, mouth opening to thrust his tongue into the hot sweet mouth beneath his. Tasting, just finally tasting that beautiful, sensual mouth. God, how many times had he imagined how his best friend’s mouth would taste?
How many times while he was on set with him, how many times when they were out in public, or hanging out, or when he saw someone else kissing, licking that mouth. And it was so good, Jensen tasted like coffee and mint and sex, God, he tasted like the best thing Jared could imagine, only before now he couldn’t have imagined it, had no idea it existed.
Fuck he had wanted this for so long. Jensen was right, he had been pushing, waiting for the opening to come, waiting to hear Jensen tell him enough and push him away, or break finally and tell him to take it. He didn’t know when it had started, it had just been building for so long, until it was a constant burn, an ache inside of him. He spent hours, hell days, just imagining the things he wanted to do to this man, to his mouth, with those hands. He couldn’t remember a fantasy in the last year that hadn’t centered around Jensen. Maybe longer. Pretty sure that he had worked himself to orgasm more times moaning Jensen’s name than anyone else in his life.
And what a fucked up mess. He wasn’t gay, dammit. He wasn’t. So why was he obsessed with Jensen? Fuck if he knew, he just knew that this had been coming to a boil for so long he was ate up with it, and now that it was offered, he was going to suck it all in, relish it, wallow in it and take all of it.
“God, Jen.” Jared moaned around the kiss, his lips already bruised and swollen from their frantic mouths fusing and slanting, biting and trying to lick deeper, get closer.
His fingers fell to Jensen’s waistband, desperate to feel the skin there, to touch and learn all the things he had been obsessing over for so long. He traced over taut abs, skating around to the soft lower back he had caught glimpses of so many times during filming, during games of basketball, during times just hanging out at the house. He groaned at the fulfilled promise of that skin under his fingertips before sliding them under the top of his jeans and skimming the muscles of his ass and around until they rested just hovering over the cock he intended to learn fully. Glancing up, he saw Jensen’s eyes were on his hands and their progress. Emerald eyes shielded by long eyelashes swept up to meet hazel.
“Jen?” He asked tentatively.
“Yeah, Jare, yeah,” Jensen’s voice was a harsh whisper in the quiet room as he gave permission, approval for whatever Jared had in mind. He was past thinking and past worrying and just ready.
Jared popped the button on Jensen’s jeans, and slid the zipper down, pushing the jeans and boxer briefs down as his hands skimmed over hips and thighs. His breath caught for a moment as he reached for the hard length displayed in front of him. He had never touched another man’s cock, but this wasn’t another man, this was Jensen and he had wanted this without knowing what he was doing for so long, he wasn’t going to let uncertainty get the best of him now. It couldn’t be that different than touching himself could it? But it was. Oh god, it was. He grasped Jensen tightly, and could have moaned himself at the feel of that hot, soft skin over steely hardness, at how good it felt in his hand, and it was different. And he wanted more. Wanted everything Jensen had to give. But he knew neither of them were going to last that long, not this time.
Jensen hissed out a breath as he felt Jared’s huge hand close over him and start to explore as he shed Jared of his pants as well. He looked down, and was awed. Jared’s cock was as beautiful as the rest of him. Had he really just thought that? Yeah, maybe he had. He stroked his fingers over Jared before taking that hardness into his hand and squeezing, fascinated by the sight of a drop of pre come that bubbled up. He ran his thumb up over the slit, gathering and spreading that moisture, and Jared’s body jerked hard, hips stuttering forward as a moan escaped his lips.
Their eyes met suddenly and they crashed their mouths together moments later, hands stroking and exploring as tongues delved deep, seeking the essence, the flavor so long denied.
“Fuck, Jen….I’m…I…” Jared dove back in to kiss Jensen, biting his bottom lip until he drew blood as he came, his come coating both of their bellies and hands.
Feeling those hot spurts over his own dick, Jensen lost control and his come joined Jared’s, his body shaking before he slumped forward to lean against his best friend.
“Fifteen minutes.” Several hard knocks on the trailer door and the loud call jerked both of them back to reality. They jumped apart as if burned.
Jared reached for the hand towel lying next to the sink and wiped his hand before cleaning himself up, eyes flicking to Jensen to gauge his reaction. But Jensen had turned around, clean hand pulling his jeans to his hips and heading for the bathroom.
chap 2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None really, a little angst, lots of boy smexing
Disclaimer: If I owned them, or either of them (I SOOO wish!!!), I would totally be doing better shit than writing fanfic
Jared and Jensen have both fought their inner battles against what they want for so long. Maybe it's time for them to face it all. But can they weather the storm and make it work, or will reality and the past rear it's ugly head and keep them apart?
This fic is complete and I will be posting every other day or two.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jensen pushed Jared against the door of the trailer the minute it shut behind them, fingers curling into shaggy hair and pulling tight, and ‘Oh God’ how long had he wanted to touch that hair, feel it slide between his fingers? Now that he could admit it to himself, it felt like forever. “Shit, Jared, you just had to push and push didn’t you? Fine. I can’t take it anymore…the constant touching, the brushes up against me, the climbing all over me in public…you wanted it, now you got it. I can’t fight anymore, don’t wanna fight anymore. Take it.”
He groaned, leaning into his best friend and pressing a hot, open mouthed kiss there, tongue coming out to brush along his lower lip. And it tasted right, and it felt so good; and right at that moment he couldn’t remember why he fought against this for so long.
Jared moaned deeply, hands coming to encircle Jensen’s waist, digging into ribs and hipbones. He slanted his head, mouth opening to thrust his tongue into the hot sweet mouth beneath his. Tasting, just finally tasting that beautiful, sensual mouth. God, how many times had he imagined how his best friend’s mouth would taste?
How many times while he was on set with him, how many times when they were out in public, or hanging out, or when he saw someone else kissing, licking that mouth. And it was so good, Jensen tasted like coffee and mint and sex, God, he tasted like the best thing Jared could imagine, only before now he couldn’t have imagined it, had no idea it existed.
Fuck he had wanted this for so long. Jensen was right, he had been pushing, waiting for the opening to come, waiting to hear Jensen tell him enough and push him away, or break finally and tell him to take it. He didn’t know when it had started, it had just been building for so long, until it was a constant burn, an ache inside of him. He spent hours, hell days, just imagining the things he wanted to do to this man, to his mouth, with those hands. He couldn’t remember a fantasy in the last year that hadn’t centered around Jensen. Maybe longer. Pretty sure that he had worked himself to orgasm more times moaning Jensen’s name than anyone else in his life.
And what a fucked up mess. He wasn’t gay, dammit. He wasn’t. So why was he obsessed with Jensen? Fuck if he knew, he just knew that this had been coming to a boil for so long he was ate up with it, and now that it was offered, he was going to suck it all in, relish it, wallow in it and take all of it.
“God, Jen.” Jared moaned around the kiss, his lips already bruised and swollen from their frantic mouths fusing and slanting, biting and trying to lick deeper, get closer.
His fingers fell to Jensen’s waistband, desperate to feel the skin there, to touch and learn all the things he had been obsessing over for so long. He traced over taut abs, skating around to the soft lower back he had caught glimpses of so many times during filming, during games of basketball, during times just hanging out at the house. He groaned at the fulfilled promise of that skin under his fingertips before sliding them under the top of his jeans and skimming the muscles of his ass and around until they rested just hovering over the cock he intended to learn fully. Glancing up, he saw Jensen’s eyes were on his hands and their progress. Emerald eyes shielded by long eyelashes swept up to meet hazel.
“Jen?” He asked tentatively.
“Yeah, Jare, yeah,” Jensen’s voice was a harsh whisper in the quiet room as he gave permission, approval for whatever Jared had in mind. He was past thinking and past worrying and just ready.
Jared popped the button on Jensen’s jeans, and slid the zipper down, pushing the jeans and boxer briefs down as his hands skimmed over hips and thighs. His breath caught for a moment as he reached for the hard length displayed in front of him. He had never touched another man’s cock, but this wasn’t another man, this was Jensen and he had wanted this without knowing what he was doing for so long, he wasn’t going to let uncertainty get the best of him now. It couldn’t be that different than touching himself could it? But it was. Oh god, it was. He grasped Jensen tightly, and could have moaned himself at the feel of that hot, soft skin over steely hardness, at how good it felt in his hand, and it was different. And he wanted more. Wanted everything Jensen had to give. But he knew neither of them were going to last that long, not this time.
Jensen hissed out a breath as he felt Jared’s huge hand close over him and start to explore as he shed Jared of his pants as well. He looked down, and was awed. Jared’s cock was as beautiful as the rest of him. Had he really just thought that? Yeah, maybe he had. He stroked his fingers over Jared before taking that hardness into his hand and squeezing, fascinated by the sight of a drop of pre come that bubbled up. He ran his thumb up over the slit, gathering and spreading that moisture, and Jared’s body jerked hard, hips stuttering forward as a moan escaped his lips.
Their eyes met suddenly and they crashed their mouths together moments later, hands stroking and exploring as tongues delved deep, seeking the essence, the flavor so long denied.
“Fuck, Jen….I’m…I…” Jared dove back in to kiss Jensen, biting his bottom lip until he drew blood as he came, his come coating both of their bellies and hands.
Feeling those hot spurts over his own dick, Jensen lost control and his come joined Jared’s, his body shaking before he slumped forward to lean against his best friend.
“Fifteen minutes.” Several hard knocks on the trailer door and the loud call jerked both of them back to reality. They jumped apart as if burned.
Jared reached for the hand towel lying next to the sink and wiped his hand before cleaning himself up, eyes flicking to Jensen to gauge his reaction. But Jensen had turned around, clean hand pulling his jeans to his hips and heading for the bathroom.
chap 2
