Bumps and Bruises (prompt 16, table 04)
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Character(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #16 - Ache
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: The seduction has been smooth. Until now.
Jared manages to knock his shins against the stairs no less than four times en route to his apartment door. If anyone had asked him how this night was going to end, he sure as hell wouldn't have said with Jensen attached to his lips while they stumbled toward his bed. His answer would have been far less awesome earlier tonight.
It was easier to forget that Jared is the bigger of them when Jensen was shoving him up against the wall, but by the time they finish the clumsy fumble up the stairs he's starting to think he should be controlling this thing. At least that way, his legs wouldn't be bruised and aching when he shoulders into the dark apartment and nearly lands on his ass under Jensen's weight.
He shuts and locks the door, and when he turns back, Jensen is laughing. “What?” he asks, backing Jensen up as he stalks him in the general direction of his bedroom.
“Nothing,” Jensen shakes his head, tripping over the leg of the coffee table to fall back on the couch with an 'oomph.' “Fuckin' OW!”
Now Jared is laughing, too, because this is the most ridiculous night of his life in more ways than one. Until now, things have been easy and, in Jared's opinion, they've both come off pretty smooth. Maybe it was inevitable that it all turned into a clusterfuck the second they tried to turn it into something more than it already is. If it's not funny, it's incredibly tragic, so Jared decides it's kind of hilarious.
With a roll of his eyes, Jensen pushes up off the couch and bends to rub his ankle. Looking up, he hitches a thumb over his shoulder and growls, “Get your ass on the bed before we kill ourselves.”
Jared just grabs his arm and pulls him until Jensen is standing in front of him. Hands on his shoulders, he pushes Jensen toward the bedroom, taking the opportunity to nip at the skin just above his collar. “Sure you wanna risk it?”
Jensen doesn't try to bite his groan back before he answers, “Fuck yeah,” in that gruff tone zings right to Jared's dick.
They make it across the threshold before Jensen turns on him, hunger obvious in his eyes, and rips Jared's shirt over his head. It snags on his ears, but Jared doesn't complain when Jensen leans forward to suck on one of his nipples. “Shit, Jensen.”
Jensen implied that they might kill themselves if they didn't get on the bed, but Jared thinks he might die now that they're here. He's only really been watching Jensen for a few months, but it feels like its taken a lifetime to get here. When he pops the button on Jensen's jeans, he ignores the fact that his fingers are shaking a little.
“I'd ask if it's been awhile, but I already know the answer to that,” Jensen says, lips quirked in that sexy smirk that seems even hotter now that they're here. When Jared doesn't respond, Jensen shoves his own pants over his hips and lets them pool to the floor at his feet. “Man, don't zone out on me yet.”
“Not,” Jared shakes his head, even though it's obviously a lie. He can't help that he wants to take his time; Jensen doesn't do relationships and Jared is well-aware this may be the only chance he gets. He doesn't want to miss anything.
Jensen circles him, hands circling his waist and sliding up over his chest. “Fuckin' want you so bad,” he says against Jared's shoulder, teeth scraping against his muscle while his fingers deftly unbutton Jared's jeans. “Watched you with that guy,” he goes on, hand sliding over Jared's underwear to squeeze at his rapidly hardening cock. “Fuck, Jared.”
The combination of Jensen's hand and his cock against Jared's ass is going to be the end of him, so he shoves his jeans over his hips and covers Jensen's hand. “Was thinkin' 'bout you that night, man,” he hears himself say, though the echo of rushing blood is loud in his ears.
Jensen tucks his thumbs into Jared's underwear and drags them to the floor, following to his knees. “I know,” is his response to Jared's confession, just before his teeth sink into the firm muscle of Jared's ass.
“Fucker,” Jared flinches, not because it hurts, but because he certainly wasn't expecting Jensen to start there. “You haven't bruised me enough?” he plays it off, but he doesn't mean that he wants Jensen to stop. Far from it.
The chuckle that vibrates against his skin is downright filthy. “Jared?” When Jared mumbles a response, Jensen nips at his tailbone. “You gonna shut up and let me play or you wanna keep whinin' for awhile?” He punctuates his question by sliding his hand over Jared's hip and wrapping it around the base of his cock.
Letting his head fall back, Jared can't help laughing at the overwhelming sensation of Jensen's fingers stroking painfully slow up his dick while his tongue traces along the cheek of his ass. “Do whatever you want, man.”
“Yeah, that's what I wanna hear,” he growls against Jared's skin before he takes another hard bite of his ass.
Leaning forward to brace his hands against the bed, Jared drops his head between his shoulders and lets every other thought go. It doesn't matter how long it takes, or how many bruises, aches, and pains he has in the morning. Right now, the only thing that matters is the way Jensen feels against him. The rest will work itself out later.
This Is Different
Author:
raeschaeCharacter(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #16 - Ache
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: The seduction has been smooth. Until now.
Jared manages to knock his shins against the stairs no less than four times en route to his apartment door. If anyone had asked him how this night was going to end, he sure as hell wouldn't have said with Jensen attached to his lips while they stumbled toward his bed. His answer would have been far less awesome earlier tonight.
It was easier to forget that Jared is the bigger of them when Jensen was shoving him up against the wall, but by the time they finish the clumsy fumble up the stairs he's starting to think he should be controlling this thing. At least that way, his legs wouldn't be bruised and aching when he shoulders into the dark apartment and nearly lands on his ass under Jensen's weight.
He shuts and locks the door, and when he turns back, Jensen is laughing. “What?” he asks, backing Jensen up as he stalks him in the general direction of his bedroom.
“Nothing,” Jensen shakes his head, tripping over the leg of the coffee table to fall back on the couch with an 'oomph.' “Fuckin' OW!”
Now Jared is laughing, too, because this is the most ridiculous night of his life in more ways than one. Until now, things have been easy and, in Jared's opinion, they've both come off pretty smooth. Maybe it was inevitable that it all turned into a clusterfuck the second they tried to turn it into something more than it already is. If it's not funny, it's incredibly tragic, so Jared decides it's kind of hilarious.
With a roll of his eyes, Jensen pushes up off the couch and bends to rub his ankle. Looking up, he hitches a thumb over his shoulder and growls, “Get your ass on the bed before we kill ourselves.”
Jared just grabs his arm and pulls him until Jensen is standing in front of him. Hands on his shoulders, he pushes Jensen toward the bedroom, taking the opportunity to nip at the skin just above his collar. “Sure you wanna risk it?”
Jensen doesn't try to bite his groan back before he answers, “Fuck yeah,” in that gruff tone zings right to Jared's dick.
They make it across the threshold before Jensen turns on him, hunger obvious in his eyes, and rips Jared's shirt over his head. It snags on his ears, but Jared doesn't complain when Jensen leans forward to suck on one of his nipples. “Shit, Jensen.”
Jensen implied that they might kill themselves if they didn't get on the bed, but Jared thinks he might die now that they're here. He's only really been watching Jensen for a few months, but it feels like its taken a lifetime to get here. When he pops the button on Jensen's jeans, he ignores the fact that his fingers are shaking a little.
“I'd ask if it's been awhile, but I already know the answer to that,” Jensen says, lips quirked in that sexy smirk that seems even hotter now that they're here. When Jared doesn't respond, Jensen shoves his own pants over his hips and lets them pool to the floor at his feet. “Man, don't zone out on me yet.”
“Not,” Jared shakes his head, even though it's obviously a lie. He can't help that he wants to take his time; Jensen doesn't do relationships and Jared is well-aware this may be the only chance he gets. He doesn't want to miss anything.
Jensen circles him, hands circling his waist and sliding up over his chest. “Fuckin' want you so bad,” he says against Jared's shoulder, teeth scraping against his muscle while his fingers deftly unbutton Jared's jeans. “Watched you with that guy,” he goes on, hand sliding over Jared's underwear to squeeze at his rapidly hardening cock. “Fuck, Jared.”
The combination of Jensen's hand and his cock against Jared's ass is going to be the end of him, so he shoves his jeans over his hips and covers Jensen's hand. “Was thinkin' 'bout you that night, man,” he hears himself say, though the echo of rushing blood is loud in his ears.
Jensen tucks his thumbs into Jared's underwear and drags them to the floor, following to his knees. “I know,” is his response to Jared's confession, just before his teeth sink into the firm muscle of Jared's ass.
“Fucker,” Jared flinches, not because it hurts, but because he certainly wasn't expecting Jensen to start there. “You haven't bruised me enough?” he plays it off, but he doesn't mean that he wants Jensen to stop. Far from it.
The chuckle that vibrates against his skin is downright filthy. “Jared?” When Jared mumbles a response, Jensen nips at his tailbone. “You gonna shut up and let me play or you wanna keep whinin' for awhile?” He punctuates his question by sliding his hand over Jared's hip and wrapping it around the base of his cock.
Letting his head fall back, Jared can't help laughing at the overwhelming sensation of Jensen's fingers stroking painfully slow up his dick while his tongue traces along the cheek of his ass. “Do whatever you want, man.”
“Yeah, that's what I wanna hear,” he growls against Jared's skin before he takes another hard bite of his ass.
Leaning forward to brace his hands against the bed, Jared drops his head between his shoulders and lets every other thought go. It doesn't matter how long it takes, or how many bruises, aches, and pains he has in the morning. Right now, the only thing that matters is the way Jensen feels against him. The rest will work itself out later.
This Is Different
