raeschae | Good Morning (prompt 02, table 04)

Title: Good Morning
Author:

raeschae
Character(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #02 - Bite
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Does rimming still need a warning?
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Jensen has an epiphany while watching Jared sleep.

Jensen's been with a few guys in his time, and some of them have been ridiculously hot. He's had emo boys with wrist bands and eyeliner, a couple of bikers decked out in leather, muscle-headed gym rats, and Bohemian artists with bare feet and stained jeans; they all appeal to his eclectic interests. If Jensen had to pick his type, he wouldn't know where to begin.

This guy sleeping next to him now could easily fit into a few of Jensen's categories. Without the laugh, the groping hands, and the blush that sometimes creeps into the tips of his ears when he can't quite find the words to express what he's thinking, Jared isn't much different than most of the guys Jensen knew in college and after. Before they got to know each other, Jensen didn't see what set Jared apart.

On his stomach, face smashed into the pillow, Jared's shoulders rise and fall with each steady breath. A few months ago, Jensen would have been thrilled to have this body in his bed, but that's all it would have been – a body in his bed. As an artist, he would have appreciated the angles and lines and planes of it, and as a man, he would have enjoyed the feeling and the touch of it. Back then, he would have totally missed the most important parts.

He wouldn't know how aware Jared is of exactly where Jensen is, whether they're around other people or not. The way he can reach out, find Jensen's arm or the back of his neck without even looking, would have gone completely unnoticed months ago. He would have missed the way Jared can glance up, find him immediately, and smile like that's all it takes to make him happy.

When they met, Jensen was drawn to the easy way Jared owns who he is. There's never been anything forced or fake about him; not when they were dancing around the sexual tension between them, and not now. What he never could have predicted, though, is the way Jared is just as comfortable with who Jensen is. Other guys have told him that the past doesn't matter – they've told him a lot of things they didn't really mean – but the way Jared still looks at him, knowing everything that he knows, proves it in a way none of the others could.

He rolls onto his side and takes a second to run his fingers over the line of Jared's back. This is his. Even after three months of waking up next to the guy – a marathon by Jensen's relationship standards – it's as awesome as it was that first morning.

Sometimes, he thinks it would be totally justifiable for this to be some kind of cosmic joke. He couldn't blame the gods for dangling this perfect thing in front of him and then yanking it away when Jensen gets close. Fuck knows he did that to enough people to deserve it in return.

Rolling onto his side, he presses his lips against the jut of Jared's shoulder blade before sinking his teeth softly into the muscle there. When Jared only grunts, Jensen sucks at the bite marks and then does it again, this time a few inches lower. His body is like a soft canvas, stretched tight and inviting, and all Jensen wants is to mark every inch of it. He wants to leave his signature here, to make sure everyone knows that this brilliant work of art belongs to him.

He makes it all the way down to the sheet draped haphazardly over Jared's hips before Jared lifts his head from the pillow and mumbles, “Don't stop.” As if that's an option.

Ripping the sheet away, Jensen maneuvers himself between Jared's knees and pushes on the insides of his thighs. “Spread out for me,” he says, voice low in the stillness of the room.

Jared complies, lazily pushing up onto his forearms to look over his shoulder. His eyes are puffy and the lines from the pillow streak his forehead and cheek as he licks his sleep-dried lips and then lifts his ass a little. “Want me on my knees?”

There will never be a time when the answer to that question is 'no' for Jensen, but right now he wants something else more. “Lay back down,” he suggests, one hand rubbing against the small of Jared's back while the other slides back and forth over his ass.

With a contented sigh, Jared melts back into the mattress while Jensen sucks and nips at the soft skin inside his thighs. Jared is writhing now, begging in incoherent moans, his fists pulling a little at the sheets. Jensen knows him well enough now to know this isn't going to take long. He smacks the side of Jared's leg and smiles at the way he angles his hips and offers his ass immediately.

“Fuck,” he breathes, mostly to himself, before he leans in to lick slow circles around Jared's hole. Jared moves his hand from the sheet, stuffing it between his body and the bed, his breathing jagged and uneven.

Jensen rolls his tongue in and out a few more times and then drags his spit-slicked lips across Jared's ass and sinks his teeth in one more time. With a startled grunt that turns into a desperate, “Oh fuck,” Jared growls, body arching when comes against his own hand.

When they're both on their backs, Jared a little closer to Jensen's side of the bed to avoid the wet spot, he turns to find Jared blinking at him sleepily. “Good mornin,'” he greets with a wink.

Jared manages to huff about half of a chuckle before he laughs and hides his face behind his arm. “I'll say. What was that for?”

It makes Jensen far happier than he will admit to answer, “Because I can.”

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