raeschae

Title: Better Than Sex (a J2 one-shot)
Author:

raeschae
Pairing: J2
Rating: R (Possibly NC-17, I don't know)
Warnings: A lot of intimacy, but no actual sex. Come to think of it, there's not really a plot either - just a lot of naked touching - so I guess it's kind of post-PWP?
Word Count: 1660

Summary: The sex is great, but what comes after might be better. Maybe.
(AU or Non - it's up to you this time!)

A/N: I wanted to write something super-angsty, and then I watched some porn and ended up writing the schmoopiest thing I've ever written. I don't understand my brain! Anyway, I've read - and written - a lot of fic where the guys roll over and fall asleep after sex. That's probably more realistic than this, but I kind of wanted to play with the idea anyway. I hope you like it!

Also, lj is sending my notices out of order and hours late, so if you comment and don't hear back from me right away, I swear I'm not ignoring you. Blame Frank!

Jared's not willing to say this is his favorite part of sex – the actual sex part is still better – but this is pretty damn good. Foreplay is awesome, and watching Jensen come is better than a Cowboys victory on Thanksgiving. There's not much in between that Jared doesn't like, either. All of that is about feeling good, though. This part is about being good – to, and for, each other.

Jensen is flat on his back, eyes still clenched and chest heaving. His hair is soaked, his face flushed, and his limbs loose and heavy against the dark sheets of Jared's bed. He looked like pure sex at dinner tonight, but there is nothing that compares to a fucked out, completely sated Jensen who can barely move after an hour in Jared's bed. He's not sure how many positions they got into tonight – he usually stops counting after three or four – but there were enough to make Jared feel the burn in his arms and thighs. Sometimes he thinks he does more push-ups and squats during sex with Jensen than he does in the gym on a daily basis.

When Jensen's eyes open, he blinks once at the ceiling before turning his face to see Jared smiling at him. The grin starts in the corner of his mouth and lazily takes over half his face as his tongue peeks out to trail his lower lip. “Hey,” he says, voice too lethargic to cover the drawl, so it ends up sounding like two syllables.

“Hi,” Jared answers, nearly whispering in the silence between them.

Jensen manages to roll himself onto his side, one hand winding behind Jared's neck when he leans forward to press their mouths together. Kisses before are hard, fast, and desperate. These are slow, easy, and languid. The lick idly into each others' mouths, moaning barely audible responses to the almost too much sensation of still-swollen lips.

On his stomach, cheek smashed against the pillow, Jared groans when Jensen sits and straddles his hips. This might be better than the actual sex part. Maybe. Jensen's hands are warm and wet with the massage oil Jared keeps next to his bed, and his fingers feel so damn good digging into Jared's shoulders that his dick gives an interested twitch even though he knows he's done for the night.

Jensen's hands work in long, soothing strokes from his shoulders to his waist and back up again, hard enough to keep his muscles from cramping but still gentle enough that Jared doesn't feel over-stimulated. It took a couple of tries to find the balance, but now that Jensen's got it down, it's perfection. “Think I'll keep you,” Jared murmurs against the pillow.

They've never been the kinds of guys who make wild declarations while they're fucking. Their love for what they do to each other is fair game, but Jared knows better than to make any promises about the future while there's a cock in either of their asses. In the hazy moments after, when the fog is lifting and the weight of everything starts to settle back over them, he has a hard time keeping his emotions to himself anymore.

It's not about Jensen's hands on his body, or even the way he leans over to press quick kisses between Jared's shoulder blades. It's about the way Jared is bigger than pretty much everyone else they know, but Jensen still handles him with an almost tender care in the moments between sex and sleep. It's the way Jensen sees him like nobody else has ever even bothered to try.

“Roll over.” Jensen's request is quiet as he shifts off of Jared's hips to give him room while slicking his hands once again with the oil. When Jared is situated on his back, Jensen swings a leg over his thighs and starts working his palms against Jared's chest and arms. “Jesus, you are so,” he shakes his head, and Jared's pretty sure Jensen's talking to himself as he trails off with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth and his hands squeezing a little more firmly at Jared's pecs.

He's kind of surprised he can even lift his arm when it reaches forward to hook the back of Jensen's neck. “C'mere,” he smiles, and Jensen returns the look while falling forward to kiss Jared again. God, there is nothing like that tongue rolling in and out of his mouth while those lips suck against his. If he didn't know it before, Jared is sure now that this is it for him. Jensen is it.

It's a struggle to pull himself into a seated position, especially with Jensen half-draped over him, but Jared manages. Arms around Jensen's waist, he pulls him closer and lets out a shaky chuckle.

“You're killin' me,” Jensen's voice rumbles low against his mouth while Jared's hand his trailing the line of his back and settling on the swell of his ass.

“You're still hard,” Jared whispers against Jensen's ear, and Jensen drags his open mouth along Jared's neck in response.

The look Jensen gives when he pulls back can only be described as wicked. “I'm a machine,” he winks.

Jared just grabs the back of Jensen's head and nips at his earlobe. “Lemme take care of it.”

“'s okay,” Jensen manages between kisses to Jared's neck and collar bone.

It's weird, the differences Jared notices between them in these times. Jared throws his entire person into everything that he does – laughing, crying, fucking, coming. Jensen is more reserved about pretty much everything. Occasionally, he'll throw his head back when he laughs deep and there's no doubt that he's one hundred percent in the moment when they're fucking, but Jared's never seen him cry and he's usually still hard after he comes. He used to think it was weird, but he's dated guys who were just like himself before, and it never ended well. Now he thinks the differences between them are pretty fucking awesome.

It's almost as though Jensen likes staying hard after, rubbing against Jared's thigh or his stomach while the rest of his body is too sensitive to do anything more. If that's the way Jensen wants it, that's the way he'll have it because Jared has yet to figure out how to deny him anything. He doesn't plan to start trying any time soon, either.

Releasing his hold, Jared shifts around on the bed until he's resting his head against his hands at the foot of the bed, his weight on forearms and knees. “C'mon.”

It's all the invitation Jensen needs, and Jared makes deep, contented sounds when Jensen's thighs bracket his and his hands smooth the sweat-moistened skin at Jared's hips. He leans forward and presses a few kisses to the small of Jared's back before he pulls away and rests his cock in the groove of Jared's ass. There's no intent – this won't turn into anything else – but it feels as good as the rub-down did earlier, and Jared can't help moaning into his hands.

“You like that, huh?” One of Jensen's hands is stroking Jared's hip when he asks, and the other is dragging down the back of his thigh. Twenty minutes ago, his answer would have been a 'Fuck yes, Jensen, fuck me.' Now he just whimpers because there are no words for how it feels, especially when Jensen does it again, and adds, “Me, too,” just before he dips his face to lay another line of kisses across Jared's ass. “Yeah,” he breathes, like an answer to some question Jared never asked.

His legs give, a little too spent to hold his weight, and Jensen lets him go down to the mattress before dragging the point of his tongue from Jared's tailbone all the way up to his neck. “Ah...ha...ah,” Jared's voice sounds surprised to his own ears when Jensen's teeth bite the swell of his shoulder, his nerves too raw, too exposed. “Fuck,” he laughs on the exhale of a breath he didn't even know he'd sucked back.

Jensen withdraws and lays down, his feet hanging off the side of the bed as his cheek rests against the center of Jared's back. Jared's arms are dangling over the end of mattress, his eyes trained on the thick carpeting as his brains struggles to form a few coherent thoughts. “You stayin'?” is the one that finally manages to come together. He feels Jensen's stubble brush against his skin when he nods. “Hungry?”

“Tired,” Jensen answers, drawl shortening the word to one syllable this time.

They both grunt a little as they move back to the head of the bed. Jensen is on his knees, looking incredibly confused, when he turns to Jared. “Where's my pillow?”

“Think you threw it over there,” Jared says, his arm flopping in a vague direction that doesn't clarify anything.

“Fuck,” Jensen grumbles, leaning over the side of the bed. He swings the pillow back haphazardly, knocking it against Jared's stomach.

Jared lets out a little 'oomph' at the contact, but he can't stop the short laugh that barks out when Jensen smiles and sinks into the bed with a contented sigh. “We should shower.”

Rolling onto his stomach, Jensen throws an arm across Jared's chest. “Later,” he mumbles into his shoulder.

Yeah, he can wait until later. Jared settles his hand over Jensen's arm and turns his face to nudge at Jensen's head with his nose. “Love you,” he whispers, though he's not even sure Jensen's still awake to hear him.

Jensen's fingers barely move against his side when he manages to mutter, “You too,” into Jared's skin.

If he could stay awake long enough to admit, Jared would probably concede that this is better than sex.