No Touching (prompt 21, table 04)
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raeschaeTitle: No Touching
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Character(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #21 - Desire
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: The future may be unclear, but Jared is sure of what he wants right now.
Jared didn't realize how accustomed he had grown to mild winters until he stepped off of the plane in Washington, DC. In the back of his head, he knows he was looking for excuses to turn this job down. December snow and ice fit nicely on the list of cons.
Unfortunately, it was the only thing that didn't live up to, or exceed, his outrageous expectations. The salary and benefits package are more than a guy straight out of college with no experience can realistically expect. Company management was cool, the work environment relaxed, and the facility state-of-the-art. By the time he got back on the plane to come home, the pro side of the list was far longer than the con.
Of course, one con on the list is pretty fucking huge. Even though Jared had considered the possibility of Jensen leaving when he agreed to take the interview, he wasn't expecting it to happen so quickly. He also wasn't expecting to miss the guy so damn much after only forty-eight hours apart. That doesn't exactly make him optimistic for the future.
Choosing to ignore that in favor of the present, he parks his truck in the lot next to the coffee shop and jogs across the street, taking the stairs up to Jensen's studio two at a time. He doesn't bother stopping to knock.
Jensen doesn't look up from the sheet of plywood he's measuring, but Jared can see the smile on his lips from the doorway. “Honey, you're home,” he greets.
It's kind of a miracle that Jared doesn't trip over his own feet in his haste to get his hands on Jensen's bare torso and shoulders. He's so much worse off than he thought he was; he should not be this desperate after two days.
Laughing, Jensen digs his fingers into Jared's sides and leans in to bite playfully at Jared's bottom lip. “Miss me?” he asks, moaning when Jared grabs his face with both hands and kisses him with all the finesse of a junior high kid at his first make-out party.
“Come on,” Jared breathes against Jensen's cheek before scraping his teeth along his jaw. “Been waitin' to get my hands on you all damn day.”
The plywood against Jensen's back wobbles on the table when he pulls back a little and draws a jagged breath. “Twenty minutes, then I'm all yours.”
“Now.” Jared accentuates his order with a swipe of his tongue against Jensen's neck. He doesn't usually get this aggressive, but dammit, he wants Jensen and he really doesn't think he can wait.
With a raised eyebrow, Jensen looks Jared up and down while he runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “Alright, how 'bout this? I'm gonna keep working on this, but feel free to try to change my mind. With one condition.” Jared slumps a little, but he's curious. Jensen always finds a way to keep him on his toes. “No touching.”
Jared kind of wants to scream, but he manages to shrug and look reasonably calm. “Oh, I don't need to touch you to make you crazy, Sweetheart.”
The look Jensen shoots his direction is priceless. “Sweetheart? You're starting with negative points there, Sugar.”
Jared laughs, but waits until Jensen is facing the table to rip his tee shirt over his head and step in as close to his back as he can possibly get without touching him. Jensen's shoulders stiffen, but he silently continues marking the wood with his pencil. Jared breathes against the back of his neck, watches the hairs stand up, and smiles to himself. Lifting one hand, he runs it the length of Jensen's shoulder and bicep, less than an inch away from the skin.
Tilting his head, he watches over Jensen's shoulder while he jots down a few measurements. Next to his ear, Jared whispers, “This isn't fair, ya know?” Jensen shudders. “Been waitin' to spread you out on my bed. Wanna suck you down. Finger you open. Fuck into you so crazy slow you think you're gonna lose your mind.”
Stilling, Jensen clears his throat and rolls his shoulders, forcing Jared to back up a little. “I gotta use the jigsaw,” he points toward the wall. “You don't wanna spend the rest of the night in the ER, you might wanna take a breather.”
As much fun as this game is turning out to be, Jared would still rather follow through on the teasing instead of waiting for a surgeon to re-attach one of Jensen's fingers. “Why? Am I getting to ya, Jen?”
With a lazy, knowing grin, Jensen brings the jigsaw over and sets it up. “Dude, everything about you gets to me.” Every time he says something like that, all casual and throwaway, Jared thinks he might explode. How is it possible for him to be even hotter when he's not trying to be? Before Jared can respond, Jensen adds, “Ya know, I said you couldn't touch me. Never said anything about touchin' yourself.”
Jared walks around the table, standing across form Jensen now, and trails his fingers down the center of his chest. “You said no touching, period. But I'm not gonna say no.” He flicks the button open. “Won't take me long.” Inching the zipper down, he waits for the saw to whir to life.
It never does. With a groan, Jensen steps away from the table and crosses to Jared, grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking his head back to lick at the column of his throat. “Let's get outta here,” he practically pants against Jared's neck.
While he considers it, Jared decides against gloating about winning this round. It would just waste valuable time he could be spending naked with Jensen.
Second Verse, Same as the First
Author:
raeschaeCharacter(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #21 - Desire
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: The future may be unclear, but Jared is sure of what he wants right now.
Jared didn't realize how accustomed he had grown to mild winters until he stepped off of the plane in Washington, DC. In the back of his head, he knows he was looking for excuses to turn this job down. December snow and ice fit nicely on the list of cons.
Unfortunately, it was the only thing that didn't live up to, or exceed, his outrageous expectations. The salary and benefits package are more than a guy straight out of college with no experience can realistically expect. Company management was cool, the work environment relaxed, and the facility state-of-the-art. By the time he got back on the plane to come home, the pro side of the list was far longer than the con.
Of course, one con on the list is pretty fucking huge. Even though Jared had considered the possibility of Jensen leaving when he agreed to take the interview, he wasn't expecting it to happen so quickly. He also wasn't expecting to miss the guy so damn much after only forty-eight hours apart. That doesn't exactly make him optimistic for the future.
Choosing to ignore that in favor of the present, he parks his truck in the lot next to the coffee shop and jogs across the street, taking the stairs up to Jensen's studio two at a time. He doesn't bother stopping to knock.
Jensen doesn't look up from the sheet of plywood he's measuring, but Jared can see the smile on his lips from the doorway. “Honey, you're home,” he greets.
It's kind of a miracle that Jared doesn't trip over his own feet in his haste to get his hands on Jensen's bare torso and shoulders. He's so much worse off than he thought he was; he should not be this desperate after two days.
Laughing, Jensen digs his fingers into Jared's sides and leans in to bite playfully at Jared's bottom lip. “Miss me?” he asks, moaning when Jared grabs his face with both hands and kisses him with all the finesse of a junior high kid at his first make-out party.
“Come on,” Jared breathes against Jensen's cheek before scraping his teeth along his jaw. “Been waitin' to get my hands on you all damn day.”
The plywood against Jensen's back wobbles on the table when he pulls back a little and draws a jagged breath. “Twenty minutes, then I'm all yours.”
“Now.” Jared accentuates his order with a swipe of his tongue against Jensen's neck. He doesn't usually get this aggressive, but dammit, he wants Jensen and he really doesn't think he can wait.
With a raised eyebrow, Jensen looks Jared up and down while he runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “Alright, how 'bout this? I'm gonna keep working on this, but feel free to try to change my mind. With one condition.” Jared slumps a little, but he's curious. Jensen always finds a way to keep him on his toes. “No touching.”
Jared kind of wants to scream, but he manages to shrug and look reasonably calm. “Oh, I don't need to touch you to make you crazy, Sweetheart.”
The look Jensen shoots his direction is priceless. “Sweetheart? You're starting with negative points there, Sugar.”
Jared laughs, but waits until Jensen is facing the table to rip his tee shirt over his head and step in as close to his back as he can possibly get without touching him. Jensen's shoulders stiffen, but he silently continues marking the wood with his pencil. Jared breathes against the back of his neck, watches the hairs stand up, and smiles to himself. Lifting one hand, he runs it the length of Jensen's shoulder and bicep, less than an inch away from the skin.
Tilting his head, he watches over Jensen's shoulder while he jots down a few measurements. Next to his ear, Jared whispers, “This isn't fair, ya know?” Jensen shudders. “Been waitin' to spread you out on my bed. Wanna suck you down. Finger you open. Fuck into you so crazy slow you think you're gonna lose your mind.”
Stilling, Jensen clears his throat and rolls his shoulders, forcing Jared to back up a little. “I gotta use the jigsaw,” he points toward the wall. “You don't wanna spend the rest of the night in the ER, you might wanna take a breather.”
As much fun as this game is turning out to be, Jared would still rather follow through on the teasing instead of waiting for a surgeon to re-attach one of Jensen's fingers. “Why? Am I getting to ya, Jen?”
With a lazy, knowing grin, Jensen brings the jigsaw over and sets it up. “Dude, everything about you gets to me.” Every time he says something like that, all casual and throwaway, Jared thinks he might explode. How is it possible for him to be even hotter when he's not trying to be? Before Jared can respond, Jensen adds, “Ya know, I said you couldn't touch me. Never said anything about touchin' yourself.”
Jared walks around the table, standing across form Jensen now, and trails his fingers down the center of his chest. “You said no touching, period. But I'm not gonna say no.” He flicks the button open. “Won't take me long.” Inching the zipper down, he waits for the saw to whir to life.
It never does. With a groan, Jensen steps away from the table and crosses to Jared, grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking his head back to lick at the column of his throat. “Let's get outta here,” he practically pants against Jared's neck.
While he considers it, Jared decides against gloating about winning this round. It would just waste valuable time he could be spending naked with Jensen.
Second Verse, Same as the First
