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rain_n_snow ([personal profile] rain_n_snow) wrote2011-02-05 11:26 am

Just Don't Give Up on Me 6 / 19



Jensen started to knock on Jared’s half open door, surprised Jared hadn’t answered when he called out that he was home. Just being gone for a couple of days and
he was surprised at how much he wanted to get a glimpse at that smile, those dimples, the ever changing eyes that saw too much of him. He paused with his knuckles just an inch from the door when he heard a soft moan from the other side of the door and shifted his stance so he was standing where he could look past the door and his breath caught. Jared was spread out on the bed, all loose limbs and tanned skin, a thousand miles of it, with his hand wrapped around his hard cock. His really huge hard cock. Wow. Fuck.

“Jense.” At first, Jensen thought he had been caught, but Jared was lost in his own world. With Jensen’s name on his lips.

Before he realized any intention of doing so, he stepped into the room and silently crossed to the side of the bed. Jared started violently when Jensen came into his periphery and his hand jerked away from his cock for a second, eyes wide and uncertain.

“Don’t stop, Jare. Put your hand back on yourself. I want to see you…please…do it again…touch yourself.” Jensen almost felt surprised at the words coming out of his mouth, but then, this sight before him? Impossible to even think straight.

Jared hissed, and his hand came back out to wrap around himself. “Yeah, Jen…I need…fuck…”

“Tell me, Jared. Tell me what you feel, how your dick feels, what you are thinking about…just tell me. Please.” Jensen’s voice almost sounded like Dean, but it was a voice Jared wasn’t exactly familiar with. His ‘fuck me’ voice, Jared decided, to go with that ‘fuck me’ look on his face. Green eyes half hooded, tongue darting out to moisten those full lips Jared had just been imagining wrapped around his cock.

“Feels so good.” Jared moaned softly. “Been thinking about your mouth, your fucking gorgeous cocksucking mouth wrapped around me, Jen. How hot it would be and you begging me to fuck your face, to come down your throat or all over your face. If I come all over your face will you lick it off, Jensen?”

Their eyes met again, and Jared could see that Jensen was now as flushed and panting as he was, and his hand was pressed hard against the front of his jeans, hips stuttering. “Fuck, Jared. Yeah, that’s fucking…yeah, I would. Want to taste your come, Jared.”

Jared groaned gutturally, hand stroking faster, tighter along his length, watching Jensen’s face and the movement of his own hand against his hard dick. “God, Jense, do you have any idea how beautiful you are? How much I want you all the fucking time, want to fuck you so hard you can’t sit down, can’t stand, can’t even think of anything but how I feel buried inside you? Want you to fuck me, just push me up against something, bend me over and fill me with your cock?”

Jensen dropped his head back, eyes closing against the surge of feeling. He wanted, wanted so bad, and he was so turned on, and he loved hearing those words from Jared’s mouth, words that said he was wanted in return.

The growl that came from Jared snapped Jensen’s attention back to his friend. “Look at me, dammit. Want you to watch me come, Jen. Know that it was you I was thinking about even before you walked in, is you all the fucking time.” Jared’s fingers were glistening in the moonlight from the precum sliding down his length. He twisted his fist on the upstroke, his hand flying over himself. He brought his other hand up to roll his balls between his fingers and then press below them.

Jared let out a long deep moan, Jensen’s name torn from his throat as if in a death throw as his hips canted up and he came. Long spurts across his chest and muscled abdomen, coating his fingers and pooling in his belly button. “God yes, Jensen, fuck yes.”

Jensen wanted to cry out from frustration or hit Jared or…fuck…yeah, that was it: he wanted to fuck Jared, wanted to lean down and lick the come from his belly, taste the essence that was Jared, he could smell it, he now knew what Jared’s come smelled like and it made him crazy. And he wanted to come, dammit, he needed to fucking come.

“Take off your shirt, Jen.” Jared said when he had come down from the first intense moment of orgasmic bliss. He knew Jensen was terrified of this, of course. Hell he had been right there the whole time he fought against it. So he knew Jensen needed to be led through it, needed choices taken away from him. And he also knew that this was going to be a hard sell come tomorrow, so there was very little he could push Jen to do that wouldn’t be too far, too much for him to deal with and recover from at this point. Fuck, but that was hard to remember right now.

Almost startled from his internal speculation, Jensen’s eyes flickered from Jared’s abdomen to his face, and his hands immediately went to the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. Jared admired the length of toned, muscled skin bared to his sight, and wished for a moment that the light were brighter so he could see the smattering of freckles he knew was spread there.

Jensen was standing there, hard and leaking and looking like he wasn’t sure what was happening, but his eyes were bleeding out his need and Jared tried to look sure of the situation, confident and relaxed. “Now your jeans, Jensen. Just take them off. Wanna see you, see your dick, hard for me.”

Fingers scrabbled to undo his belt and button and zipper before pushing the jeans off his hips and stepping out. No underwear. “Fuck, Jensen. Now I gotta know that you walk around with no fucking underwear on? How often?”

Jensen shrugged , “I dunno, just sometimes.” He flushed slightly and Jared wondered if there was more to the story that he wasn’t getting, but all that talk was for another time.

Jared licked his lips unconsciously as his eyes dropped to take in the sight of Jensen hard and leaking and flushed. “Come here, Jen.” Jared spread his legs as he wiped his stomach with the corner of the sheet.

Jensen paused and Jared sighed softly, “Just come here, I promise I won’t attack you. Just gonna watch like you did, ok? I just want to see you come apart, fuck your hand and come for me. I want to feel your body shake and break apart when you come thinking about me.”

Shuddering almost violently at those words and the images they conjured up, Jensen stepped to the bed and hesitated before sitting where Jared was indicating, between his legs and settled back with his back resting against the long muscled length of his best friend, head against his chest, their legs lined up together on the soft sheets.

Jared whispered hot into Jensen’s ear once the other man was settled. “You ever think about me when you jack off, Jen? Do you? Do you ever imagine me fucking you, or riding your cock when you touch yourself?”

Jensen’s hand immediately covered his shaft, squeezing hard before starting to stroke, the sound of Jared’s voice all around him, his hot breath seeping into his ear and throat. He stroked softly, wanting in some unconscious part of himself to make it last, this piece of time outside of time.

Jared wanted everything. He had just come but the feel of Jensen’s naked body pressed to his, the smell of Jensen in his head, it was making him hard again already. He wanted to touch, to lick, kiss, smell, taste, fuck every inch of the man sprawled between his thighs, but he had promised and he would keep that promise, for now. Tonight was just this, and he would enjoy every moment for what it was. “Answer me, Jensen. Do you fucking think about me when you touch yourself? Do you?”

“Yesss,” the word was a hiss from Jensen’s lips as his fingers ghosted up the underside of his cock, pausing to press against the spot just under the head, then circle the ridge before pressing into the slit and gathering the precum there and spreading it over the head.

Jared watched intently, small groans spilling from both of them, as he learned what Jensen liked, committed it to memory to pull out and use when ‘god please’ the opportunity presented itself again. “That’s so good, Jen. You think about me, think about all the ways I want to use you, fucking take you, slow and sweet, and hard and rough. How sometimes even on set I want to just push you up against something, like the fucking Impala and jerk Dean’s pants down and fuck you hard and fast. And other times I think about walking right into your bedroom while you are sleeping and wake you up by dragging my tongue over every inch of your body, then beg you to put that gorgeous cock deep inside me? I don’t think there are ways to fuck you that I haven’t thought about, Jensen.”

Jensen keened, he knew he was close, he was fucking crazy with need and want, the feel of Jared, pressed all along him, dick now hard again riding the small of his back, the smell of him, sweat and cologne and come and just Jared. His cheeks flushed hotter as he thought of what he wanted, but tonight was not for holding back in this. He could have this. He could do this part. He brought his free hand up to Jared’s mouth, his head shifting just enough on Jared’s chest to watch as he opened to take Jensen’s fingers inside.

Jensen pressed two fingers into Jared’s mouth and watched that pretty mouth as he sucked, his tongue laving all around them, wetting them. Then Jensen pulled them out and shifted on the bed, bringing his feet up to rest flat just below his ass, eyes never leaving Jared’s.

Jared hissed in a harsh breath as he realized what Jensen was about to do. “God, yes. So beautiful, Jen. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, Jensen. Do you fuck your fingers thinking about me inside you?”

“Yes. Fucking ride my fingers thinking about you spreading me open with yours, preparing my ass for your huge cock, Jared. Then I think about being impaled on you, feeling you fucking filling me up.” He moaned out the words as he did just that, pressing both fingers inside himself, knowing he was so close, especially with the effect this was having on Jared.

Jared watched as Jensen’s fingers disappeared inside himself, then his hips moved. He fucking pressed down over and over with his hips, dammit, instead of moving his fingers, he was literally fucking himself on his own hand. Jared rutted just barely against Jensen’s ass, hoping he didn’t earn himself a freak out from Jensen, but unable to stop the small movement.

The hand wrapped around his cock was gripping tightly, stripping his cock in time to the thrust of his hips and Jensen finally lost control, coming hard, spurting over and over again as he arched his entire body off the bed and back hard into Jared. He felt Jared’s come spurt up his back and slide down between his ass cheeks, making his own cock jerk a few extra times, even when he had nothing left to give.

Jared lay, sated with Jensen tucked between his legs, getting his breathing under control, unsure about moving and what reaction he would get now that the heat of the moment had passed. His mind was racing, even as his body started to return to normal. Having Jensen between his thighs, pressed against him, the smell of his sweat and cum lingering in the air, was making him feel warmed and melted inside. He wanted nothing so much as to be able to profess his feelings and hear them returned. That was, however, a wish he feared might never be granted. He was afraid Jensen was going to realize what had transpired and freak completely out. Fuck. What if it meant he lost Jensen completely? His heart squeezed painfully.

Jensen smiled languidly, the feel of being surrounded by Jared was soothing and comforting and he let it roll through him. He wanted to pull those long arms and legs around himself and disappear from the real world. Jared hadn’t said anything yet, and he worried that once he did the illusion would shatter, perhaps this, like the last time, was something Jared would rather forget and pretend had never happened.

Finally unable to bear the suspense any longer, Jensen pushed up and out of Jared’s arms, wondering briefly if he imagined the quick tightening just momentarily before he was released.

Jared watched Jensen walk away, enjoying the view of his friend’s beautiful back even as he wanted to pull him back down and never let go.

In the bathroom, Jensen drew a few deep breaths and ran water, splashing his flushed face before wetting a towel and wiping himself down. He wasn’t ready to just let this all go. This time he was going to ask for more, demand more, if necessary. He had no one to answer to anymore and he was tired of denying himself the thing he had wanted and maybe needed for so long

Dropping the washcloth on Jared’s stomach, Jensen met his eyes briefly before looking away. Jared hadn’t run, that was surely a good sign, right? He hesitated only a moment before throwing a leg over and climbing into bed to lay on the other side of his co-star, who had hastily wiped himself down and tossed the towel away.

Turning away slowly, Jensen lay tense until he felt Jared shift to lay down next to him, then reached back and found a hand, pulling his arm over and holding that hand under his own against his chest.

Jared sighed deeply and fitted himself up against Jensen. It felt like home and he lay awake, long after his friend had drifted off, soaking in the feeling, hoping morning would not bring a rude awakening.

Jensen woke sometime in the night to find himself draped over Jared’s body, one hand on his heart, one leg tucked between two longer ones. Despite the fact that his head told him it should feel wrong, it felt perfect. Jared wasn’t small and curvy and strewn across him. He was large and muscled and hot enough to heat the room, and Jensen decided it felt just exactly right finding himself the smaller, the one draped across. He burrowed his face into Jared’s neck, breathing in the scent he knew so well, but never so close, and let himself enjoy the sensation.

Slowly releasing the breath he had been holding since coming to awareness at Jensen’s waking, Jared let the tension ebb from his body. He had been sure that his friend was going to become aware of their position, reality and remembrance setting in, and he would be out of the bed and the room in a split second. But he hadn’t, instead he had taken note of the situation and then if anything, snuggled closer and gone right back to sleep.

Never one to question gifts and small miracles, Jared pressed a soft kiss to his head, inhaling deeply and enjoying the feel of warm, tempting flesh pressed all along his length, soft breath against his neck and shoulder, and drifted back into slumber.


chap 7




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