King of the Mountain
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raeschaeTitle: King of the Mountain
Author:raeschae
Rating: Hard R/NC-17 (I suck at ratings)
Pairing: Jared/Jensen; Or maybe it's Jensen/Jared . . .
Warnings: top!Jared and top!Jensen, a lot of talking about the sex, a little having of the sex
Word Count: 2500
Disclaimer: Though the voices in my head sound strangely like Jensen and Jared, I don't own them, or even know them. Or their topping and/or bottoming preferences. I'm pretty sure this is not a depiction of actual events, and if it is? I totally stumbled into it accidentally.
Summary: Jared's a top. So's Jensen. Confict naturally ensues.
A/N: I have clearly been reading way too much J2 fiction as of late. Today, for some reason, totally unprovoked and completely at random, I found myself thinking that it sure is convenient that one of the guys is always a top and one is always a bottom, no matter the incarnation of the particular story. And that led to my wondering what kind of delicious frustration would ensue if they weren't, at the very least, switch hitters. After much banging of my head against the wall (ouch) and much input from the masterful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
neutraldeviance (who also titled this fic for me), this is what I came up with. Hope you like it!
It's not like Jared and Jensen didn't both know they were tops before they even started dating each other. In fact, there's not really a topic of conversation that hasn't passed between them in the last five years. So, yeah, it's come up. But it's not like it's ever really mattered or anything, because they were just friends, right? In fact, Jared has always been kind of glad Jensen agreed that, just because a guy didn't relish the thought of a dick in his ass, it didn't mean he was secretly into chicks. No matter what Chad said.
Even when they actually manned up and acknowledged that this thing between them was something more, it wasn't a big deal. It started with some heated kisses and groping and dry humping on the couch at home or in one of their trailers. And then they graduated to hand and blow jobs, and it still didn't raise any proverbial red flags in either of their minds. Of course, it's hard to think very far into the future with your dick stuffed inside Jensen Ackles's mouth, so Jared figures he can be forgiven for letting the situation slip up on him as it has.
It started out like a normal night in. They were watching a movie on Jared's bed, occasionally drifting closer to each other, casually touching and periodically dropping kisses on whatever exposed stretch of skin was close enough for immediate contact.
Somewhere in the course of the last hour, the movie has been forgotten, though. They've managed to rid each other of all those pesky clothes that just get in the way of being naked, and writhing, and wanting. Panting and gasping and moaning into each other's mouths as they roll around on the bed, struggling for dominance. Gripping and marking and bruising with fingers and lips and teeth.
Yeah, it's all just . . . so fucking good.
“Fuck, Jen,” Jared breathes, hands holding the sides of Jensen's head as he bites another mark into the soft skin behind Jensen's left ear.
“Shit,” Jensen's deep voice grumbles the retort, fingers digging into Jared's hips as he struggles to roll his body over the larger man. “Gotta . . . wanna . . . “ his voice is breathy and desperate against Jared's neck.
“Fuck you,” they both growl in unison.
Jared doesn't pay much attention to Jensen's words , reaching to the bedside table to grab the bottle of lube he left there earlier, just in case. “Come on, Jen,” he encourages, pushing Jensen back far enough to pop the lid and let the wet slickness drizzle over his fingers.
The whimper that escapes Jensen's throat is probably one that he'll deny forever, but Jared hears it. And it's probably the hottest sound on the face of the fucking planet at the moment. “Yeah,” the older man prods, rolling onto his side to watch Jared toss the bottle onto the floor. “Gonna open yourself up for me, Jay?” His hand crosses his own body to rest low on Jared's belly. “Wanna watch you fuck yourself open for me.”
Sex drips from every edge, and out of every corner of Jensen's words as Jared rolls onto his side and lets his hand drop low between Jensen's lax legs. Feels like he's been waiting a lifetime for this moment. To finally be inside Jensen. To feel him hot and tight, surrounding him. To move with him. To fuck him blind.
Except that Jensen grips his wrist so tight, Jared's pretty sure he breaks a few bones, stopping his fingers cold from circling his tightly puckered hold. “Wha?” he starts, hazel eyes wide in shock as he meets Jensen's even wider stare.
“The fuck are you doing?”
“Preppin' you,” Jared answers, as though it's the most obvious thing in the world. And really? What else would he be doing with lubed up fingers in Jensen's ass? “What? You wanna take it dry instead?”
Jensen stutters, eyes bulging and mouth gaping like a really baffled fish out of water, and he shakes his head even as he backs away from Jared defensively. “No, I don't wanna take it dry instead!” he mocks. “Thought I was gonna fuck you!” He's headed toward hysterical, with possibly a stop-off at hyperventilation along the way.
And now Jared's confused. “The fuck you are,” he huffs a derisive laugh. “You know I top, man. You've always known that.” He's trying to be rational and reasonable, but his fading hard-on is a little bit depressing and even Jared can hear the whine in his own voice.
“Not exactly a switch-hitter myself, Jay,” Jensen reminds, leaning back against the headboard to rub his hands over his face. “Fuck,” he groans in frustration.
Five minutes ago, they both thought they were on the threshold of taking this relatively new relationship to the next level. That this was going to be the night they stop fooling around like high school kids and actually finally get to the good stuff.
“Never?” Jared asks, his voice soft in the room as he flops back on the mattress and rests his head against Jensen's thigh. Sure, it's irritating to know that his boyfriend doesn't want to be fucked. But he figures Jensen's dealing with the same degree of frustration, so what's he going to say? He's not exactly volunteering to bend over the side of the bed or anything himself.
Jensen raises an eyebrow and let his head roll against the wood behind him. “Not never,” he answers, almost reluctantly. Before Jared can get too hopeful, he holds up a finger. “Once. And it was more than enough to let me know I never wanna do it again.”
Jared nods. Jensen told him about that night once. Jared also remembers Jensen saying that it was the worst sexual experience of his life and he was never, repeat never, doing it again. “Well, this blows,” he huffs, letting out a long sigh that fans his shaggy bangs across his forehead.
“That's about all it's gonna do,” Jensen adds, sounding even more pouty than Jared, if that's even possible.
The worst part is that Jared really, really wants to fuck Jensen. Not just because he wants to feel tight heat around his dick, though that's certainly part of it. No, the real reason is more because he really, really likes the guy. Maybe even loves him. And what he wants is to cover Jensen's body with his own, slide inside of him, and show him just how deep his feelings run.
But he can't. Because Jensen is a giant girl who won't take one for the fucking team. And, yes, he realizes he's being melodramatic, but dammit, he wants to fuck his boyfriend until he's even more bow-legged and Jensen's not spreadin' 'em and begging for it!
“You ever tried it?”
Jensen's voice doesn't sound particularly accusatory, but following on the heels of Jared's thoughts, the younger man still feels guilty. “Told you,” he answers, rolling onto his side, face almost level with Jensen's no-longer-hard cock. “Never even so much as curious. But I'm crazy about you,” as though Jensen is taking this as a personal affront.
“I know, dumbass,” Jensen responds easily, sliding back down on the bed and positioning himself next to Jared. With one leg thrown over Jared's, he lines their bare cocks up and rotates his hips slowly.
“Hey,” Jared protests, though it doesn't sound like much of one over the groan that contact with naked Jensen elicits from him. “What are you doin'?” he asks, voice thick through heavy breaths.
Jensen's teeth scrape against the column of Jared's throat and his voice drops low. “Improvising,” he answers, continuing the slow slip-slide of skin while working his lips over Jared's jaw and throat. “Figure there's still plenty we can do, right?”
Plenty they can do? Like what? Rub up against each other like fucking dogs in heat? Of course, it's not terrible. Thrusting his hips against Jensen's, settling into a rhythm that's enough to get them there, is nice. It's good. It's enough. He knows they'll both get off, and they'll both be sweaty and gasping for breath.
But it isn't what Jared wants. It's Jensen, and it's his name on Jensen's pretty, pretty lips. But it's not everything. He's not sure how to fully love someone he can't fully fuck. He's never been with someone he couldn't show his feelings for that way.
“Jay?” Jensen's voice breaks into the silence that settles over them once their breathing is back to normal once again.
Rolling his head to the side, Jared lets his eyes drift open and suddenly, there he is. Jensen. Flushed and freckled and fully sated. At peace. So fucking gorgeous, it almost hurts Jared's eyes to stare back into those jade orbs.
“You okay, man?” Jensen asks, brow knitting in concern as he struggles to sit.
How do you know you don't want it if you don't even try? The question flits through his brain so quickly, Jared finds himself chasing it just to catch up with the meaning.
He's watched plenty of gay porn, and he knows that every guy he's ever seen bottom looks like he's putting on a show for the camera. Like he's faking pleasure. And kind of like he'd rather be anywhere else. It looks painful. Besides, Jared can't even fit Jensen's whole dick inside his mouth. And he's got a fucking huge mouth. His ass, not so much.
“You hated it,” he answers Jensen's question cryptically and Jensen's eyebrow shoots up to his hair line. “Bottoming,” Jared clarifies, working through the entire situation in his head while trying to explain what he doesn't even understand himself to Jensen. No wonder the older man looks thoroughly confused. “Because it hurts, right?”
Hoisting himself up on an elbow, Jensen catches his bottom lip between his teeth and considers Jared for a minute. “Don't,” he insists. “Don't go trying to talk yourself into something that you don't want, Jared. I meant what I said. There's other stuff we can do, okay? Plenty of tops get together and have perfectly functional relationships. Happy ones, even. We'll work around it.”
It's a Lombardi-esque 'win one for the gipper' motivational speech. Except Jared realizes something while Jensen's talking. Something he thinks his brain should have maybe clued him in to long before now.
This thing with Jensen has always been easy. Since day one, he hasn't had to think about it. Hasn't had to worry. They've just kind of evolved into what they are, from friends to lovers without any of the messy angst and conversation in the middle. All he's had to do, from the very beginning, is listen to his instincts. They haven't steered him wrong yet.
“I wanna try it,” he says, the words spilling out before he even considers that maybe they shouldn't. He doesn't even want to take them back when Jensen grabs the television remote and runs the movie back to the last thing he remembers before all of the nakedness started. “Did you hear me?”
When they're both seated, leaning against the headboard, Jensen turns his face and stares hard into Jared's eyes. Like he's looking for truth under the words or something. “Not tonight,” he insists. Jared opens his mouth to protest, but Jensen shakes his head and crosses his arms, like he's throwing up a shield or something. “Dude, I'm not fucking you because you suddenly decided we need penetration to be a real couple.”
“That's not what this is,” Jared protests.
“Then it'll still not be what this is tomorrow. Or the day after that. Or whenever I get comfortable with the idea of poppin' your ass cherry.” He shifts his shoulders and fixes his eyes back on the television.
Jared pulls a face and smacks Jensen's sternum with the back of his hand. “Call it that again and you won't have to worry about who fucks who. We'll just call the whole damn thing off.” When Jensen smirks, but doesn't turn back toward Jared, the younger man runs his knuckles down the center of his boyfriend's chest and stomach. “Dude, I'm gonna make bottoming look so good, you'll be beggin' to try it again.”
“Jesus, man, what are you twelve?” Jensen finally casts a glance in his direction, “It's not King of the Mountain, dude.” At Jared's confused expression, he rolls his eyes. “You know, the first one to the top wins?”
Chuckling, Jared nods. “Right.” He squeezes the older man's thigh firmly. “You just keep tellin' yourself that.”
Three days later
“Jesus, fuck. Slow down!” Feeling like he'd just impaled himself on a tree trunk was not part of the deal, if he remembers correctly. “God dammit!”
Slow, torturous minutes pass as his body stretches and struggles to accommodate the invasion. His brain is protesting that this is not what he signed up for.
“Ya know what, no. This is not . . . it's not worth it.” It's going to hurt worse coming out, but dammit if he's going to inflict this kind of pain on the man that he loves. It's ludicrous, and he's not sure how anyone ever looked at an ass and thought 'Hey, I know! Looks like a dick would fit in there nicely!' Whoever that person was? He's a fucking idiot.
“No!” comes the insistent response from the man on all fours beneath him. “Dammit,” and with a deep breath, his head drops low between his shoulders, the relaxation of his body evident to the man inside him. “Alright, man. Fuckin' move.”
The rocking of hips, the slap of flesh, and the harsh panting of two men who never really thought they'd end up like this are the only sounds that echo off the walls of Jensen's bedroom. It took three days, a little tequila, and a whole lot of seduction for Jared to get Jensen to agree that it was finally time.
“Jesus, Jared!” He doesn't seem to be complaining near as much as he was a few minutes ago, though. “Feels so fuckin' good.”
“Fuck, Jen,” Jared manages to choke out through pleasure so thick it rattles his brain inside his skull. “Ah, shit, right . . . that's it, man. Yeah.” Both men begin to tremble from the exertion and sweat drips down the smooth, tanned planes of their chests and backs. It's all they can do to hang on as slick fingers scramble for purchase against anything that might keep them anchored to this place. “God . . . fuck, Jensen.”
It was supposed to be awkward, uncomfortable, and just that side of agonizingly painful. He sure as hell wasn't supposed to like it this damn much.
As the first man tumbles over the edge and drags the other right along with him, he figures maybe compromise isn't such a bad thing after all.
Author:
raeschae Rating: Hard R/NC-17 (I suck at ratings)
Pairing: Jared/Jensen; Or maybe it's Jensen/Jared . . .
Warnings: top!Jared and top!Jensen, a lot of talking about the sex, a little having of the sex
Word Count: 2500
Disclaimer: Though the voices in my head sound strangely like Jensen and Jared, I don't own them, or even know them. Or their topping and/or bottoming preferences. I'm pretty sure this is not a depiction of actual events, and if it is? I totally stumbled into it accidentally.
Summary: Jared's a top. So's Jensen. Confict naturally ensues.
A/N: I have clearly been reading way too much J2 fiction as of late. Today, for some reason, totally unprovoked and completely at random, I found myself thinking that it sure is convenient that one of the guys is always a top and one is always a bottom, no matter the incarnation of the particular story. And that led to my wondering what kind of delicious frustration would ensue if they weren't, at the very least, switch hitters. After much banging of my head against the wall (ouch) and much input from the masterful
neutraldeviance (who also titled this fic for me), this is what I came up with. Hope you like it!It's not like Jared and Jensen didn't both know they were tops before they even started dating each other. In fact, there's not really a topic of conversation that hasn't passed between them in the last five years. So, yeah, it's come up. But it's not like it's ever really mattered or anything, because they were just friends, right? In fact, Jared has always been kind of glad Jensen agreed that, just because a guy didn't relish the thought of a dick in his ass, it didn't mean he was secretly into chicks. No matter what Chad said.
Even when they actually manned up and acknowledged that this thing between them was something more, it wasn't a big deal. It started with some heated kisses and groping and dry humping on the couch at home or in one of their trailers. And then they graduated to hand and blow jobs, and it still didn't raise any proverbial red flags in either of their minds. Of course, it's hard to think very far into the future with your dick stuffed inside Jensen Ackles's mouth, so Jared figures he can be forgiven for letting the situation slip up on him as it has.
It started out like a normal night in. They were watching a movie on Jared's bed, occasionally drifting closer to each other, casually touching and periodically dropping kisses on whatever exposed stretch of skin was close enough for immediate contact.
Somewhere in the course of the last hour, the movie has been forgotten, though. They've managed to rid each other of all those pesky clothes that just get in the way of being naked, and writhing, and wanting. Panting and gasping and moaning into each other's mouths as they roll around on the bed, struggling for dominance. Gripping and marking and bruising with fingers and lips and teeth.
Yeah, it's all just . . . so fucking good.
“Fuck, Jen,” Jared breathes, hands holding the sides of Jensen's head as he bites another mark into the soft skin behind Jensen's left ear.
“Shit,” Jensen's deep voice grumbles the retort, fingers digging into Jared's hips as he struggles to roll his body over the larger man. “Gotta . . . wanna . . . “ his voice is breathy and desperate against Jared's neck.
“Fuck you,” they both growl in unison.
Jared doesn't pay much attention to Jensen's words , reaching to the bedside table to grab the bottle of lube he left there earlier, just in case. “Come on, Jen,” he encourages, pushing Jensen back far enough to pop the lid and let the wet slickness drizzle over his fingers.
The whimper that escapes Jensen's throat is probably one that he'll deny forever, but Jared hears it. And it's probably the hottest sound on the face of the fucking planet at the moment. “Yeah,” the older man prods, rolling onto his side to watch Jared toss the bottle onto the floor. “Gonna open yourself up for me, Jay?” His hand crosses his own body to rest low on Jared's belly. “Wanna watch you fuck yourself open for me.”
Sex drips from every edge, and out of every corner of Jensen's words as Jared rolls onto his side and lets his hand drop low between Jensen's lax legs. Feels like he's been waiting a lifetime for this moment. To finally be inside Jensen. To feel him hot and tight, surrounding him. To move with him. To fuck him blind.
Except that Jensen grips his wrist so tight, Jared's pretty sure he breaks a few bones, stopping his fingers cold from circling his tightly puckered hold. “Wha?” he starts, hazel eyes wide in shock as he meets Jensen's even wider stare.
“The fuck are you doing?”
“Preppin' you,” Jared answers, as though it's the most obvious thing in the world. And really? What else would he be doing with lubed up fingers in Jensen's ass? “What? You wanna take it dry instead?”
Jensen stutters, eyes bulging and mouth gaping like a really baffled fish out of water, and he shakes his head even as he backs away from Jared defensively. “No, I don't wanna take it dry instead!” he mocks. “Thought I was gonna fuck you!” He's headed toward hysterical, with possibly a stop-off at hyperventilation along the way.
And now Jared's confused. “The fuck you are,” he huffs a derisive laugh. “You know I top, man. You've always known that.” He's trying to be rational and reasonable, but his fading hard-on is a little bit depressing and even Jared can hear the whine in his own voice.
“Not exactly a switch-hitter myself, Jay,” Jensen reminds, leaning back against the headboard to rub his hands over his face. “Fuck,” he groans in frustration.
Five minutes ago, they both thought they were on the threshold of taking this relatively new relationship to the next level. That this was going to be the night they stop fooling around like high school kids and actually finally get to the good stuff.
“Never?” Jared asks, his voice soft in the room as he flops back on the mattress and rests his head against Jensen's thigh. Sure, it's irritating to know that his boyfriend doesn't want to be fucked. But he figures Jensen's dealing with the same degree of frustration, so what's he going to say? He's not exactly volunteering to bend over the side of the bed or anything himself.
Jensen raises an eyebrow and let his head roll against the wood behind him. “Not never,” he answers, almost reluctantly. Before Jared can get too hopeful, he holds up a finger. “Once. And it was more than enough to let me know I never wanna do it again.”
Jared nods. Jensen told him about that night once. Jared also remembers Jensen saying that it was the worst sexual experience of his life and he was never, repeat never, doing it again. “Well, this blows,” he huffs, letting out a long sigh that fans his shaggy bangs across his forehead.
“That's about all it's gonna do,” Jensen adds, sounding even more pouty than Jared, if that's even possible.
The worst part is that Jared really, really wants to fuck Jensen. Not just because he wants to feel tight heat around his dick, though that's certainly part of it. No, the real reason is more because he really, really likes the guy. Maybe even loves him. And what he wants is to cover Jensen's body with his own, slide inside of him, and show him just how deep his feelings run.
But he can't. Because Jensen is a giant girl who won't take one for the fucking team. And, yes, he realizes he's being melodramatic, but dammit, he wants to fuck his boyfriend until he's even more bow-legged and Jensen's not spreadin' 'em and begging for it!
“You ever tried it?”
Jensen's voice doesn't sound particularly accusatory, but following on the heels of Jared's thoughts, the younger man still feels guilty. “Told you,” he answers, rolling onto his side, face almost level with Jensen's no-longer-hard cock. “Never even so much as curious. But I'm crazy about you,” as though Jensen is taking this as a personal affront.
“I know, dumbass,” Jensen responds easily, sliding back down on the bed and positioning himself next to Jared. With one leg thrown over Jared's, he lines their bare cocks up and rotates his hips slowly.
“Hey,” Jared protests, though it doesn't sound like much of one over the groan that contact with naked Jensen elicits from him. “What are you doin'?” he asks, voice thick through heavy breaths.
Jensen's teeth scrape against the column of Jared's throat and his voice drops low. “Improvising,” he answers, continuing the slow slip-slide of skin while working his lips over Jared's jaw and throat. “Figure there's still plenty we can do, right?”
Plenty they can do? Like what? Rub up against each other like fucking dogs in heat? Of course, it's not terrible. Thrusting his hips against Jensen's, settling into a rhythm that's enough to get them there, is nice. It's good. It's enough. He knows they'll both get off, and they'll both be sweaty and gasping for breath.
But it isn't what Jared wants. It's Jensen, and it's his name on Jensen's pretty, pretty lips. But it's not everything. He's not sure how to fully love someone he can't fully fuck. He's never been with someone he couldn't show his feelings for that way.
“Jay?” Jensen's voice breaks into the silence that settles over them once their breathing is back to normal once again.
Rolling his head to the side, Jared lets his eyes drift open and suddenly, there he is. Jensen. Flushed and freckled and fully sated. At peace. So fucking gorgeous, it almost hurts Jared's eyes to stare back into those jade orbs.
“You okay, man?” Jensen asks, brow knitting in concern as he struggles to sit.
How do you know you don't want it if you don't even try? The question flits through his brain so quickly, Jared finds himself chasing it just to catch up with the meaning.
He's watched plenty of gay porn, and he knows that every guy he's ever seen bottom looks like he's putting on a show for the camera. Like he's faking pleasure. And kind of like he'd rather be anywhere else. It looks painful. Besides, Jared can't even fit Jensen's whole dick inside his mouth. And he's got a fucking huge mouth. His ass, not so much.
“You hated it,” he answers Jensen's question cryptically and Jensen's eyebrow shoots up to his hair line. “Bottoming,” Jared clarifies, working through the entire situation in his head while trying to explain what he doesn't even understand himself to Jensen. No wonder the older man looks thoroughly confused. “Because it hurts, right?”
Hoisting himself up on an elbow, Jensen catches his bottom lip between his teeth and considers Jared for a minute. “Don't,” he insists. “Don't go trying to talk yourself into something that you don't want, Jared. I meant what I said. There's other stuff we can do, okay? Plenty of tops get together and have perfectly functional relationships. Happy ones, even. We'll work around it.”
It's a Lombardi-esque 'win one for the gipper' motivational speech. Except Jared realizes something while Jensen's talking. Something he thinks his brain should have maybe clued him in to long before now.
This thing with Jensen has always been easy. Since day one, he hasn't had to think about it. Hasn't had to worry. They've just kind of evolved into what they are, from friends to lovers without any of the messy angst and conversation in the middle. All he's had to do, from the very beginning, is listen to his instincts. They haven't steered him wrong yet.
“I wanna try it,” he says, the words spilling out before he even considers that maybe they shouldn't. He doesn't even want to take them back when Jensen grabs the television remote and runs the movie back to the last thing he remembers before all of the nakedness started. “Did you hear me?”
When they're both seated, leaning against the headboard, Jensen turns his face and stares hard into Jared's eyes. Like he's looking for truth under the words or something. “Not tonight,” he insists. Jared opens his mouth to protest, but Jensen shakes his head and crosses his arms, like he's throwing up a shield or something. “Dude, I'm not fucking you because you suddenly decided we need penetration to be a real couple.”
“That's not what this is,” Jared protests.
“Then it'll still not be what this is tomorrow. Or the day after that. Or whenever I get comfortable with the idea of poppin' your ass cherry.” He shifts his shoulders and fixes his eyes back on the television.
Jared pulls a face and smacks Jensen's sternum with the back of his hand. “Call it that again and you won't have to worry about who fucks who. We'll just call the whole damn thing off.” When Jensen smirks, but doesn't turn back toward Jared, the younger man runs his knuckles down the center of his boyfriend's chest and stomach. “Dude, I'm gonna make bottoming look so good, you'll be beggin' to try it again.”
“Jesus, man, what are you twelve?” Jensen finally casts a glance in his direction, “It's not King of the Mountain, dude.” At Jared's confused expression, he rolls his eyes. “You know, the first one to the top wins?”
Chuckling, Jared nods. “Right.” He squeezes the older man's thigh firmly. “You just keep tellin' yourself that.”
Three days later
“Jesus, fuck. Slow down!” Feeling like he'd just impaled himself on a tree trunk was not part of the deal, if he remembers correctly. “God dammit!”
Slow, torturous minutes pass as his body stretches and struggles to accommodate the invasion. His brain is protesting that this is not what he signed up for.
“Ya know what, no. This is not . . . it's not worth it.” It's going to hurt worse coming out, but dammit if he's going to inflict this kind of pain on the man that he loves. It's ludicrous, and he's not sure how anyone ever looked at an ass and thought 'Hey, I know! Looks like a dick would fit in there nicely!' Whoever that person was? He's a fucking idiot.
“No!” comes the insistent response from the man on all fours beneath him. “Dammit,” and with a deep breath, his head drops low between his shoulders, the relaxation of his body evident to the man inside him. “Alright, man. Fuckin' move.”
The rocking of hips, the slap of flesh, and the harsh panting of two men who never really thought they'd end up like this are the only sounds that echo off the walls of Jensen's bedroom. It took three days, a little tequila, and a whole lot of seduction for Jared to get Jensen to agree that it was finally time.
“Jesus, Jared!” He doesn't seem to be complaining near as much as he was a few minutes ago, though. “Feels so fuckin' good.”
“Fuck, Jen,” Jared manages to choke out through pleasure so thick it rattles his brain inside his skull. “Ah, shit, right . . . that's it, man. Yeah.” Both men begin to tremble from the exertion and sweat drips down the smooth, tanned planes of their chests and backs. It's all they can do to hang on as slick fingers scramble for purchase against anything that might keep them anchored to this place. “God . . . fuck, Jensen.”
It was supposed to be awkward, uncomfortable, and just that side of agonizingly painful. He sure as hell wasn't supposed to like it this damn much.
As the first man tumbles over the edge and drags the other right along with him, he figures maybe compromise isn't such a bad thing after all.
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