In a Heartbeat (prompt 25, table 04)
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raeschaeTitle: In a Heartbeat
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Character(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #25 - Heart
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Jared has twelve hours to make up his mind about accepting his dream job. Jensen’s not being all that helpful.
Warnings/Author Notes: For the first time ever, I had to edit porn to make room for the plot – it’s always the other way around for me. \o/ (Oh, and I wanted to let everyone know that there are only three chapters left after this: ending, comfort, and beginning.)
As far as ways to spend a Thursday night go, spread out on his hands and knees, stuffed full of Jensen's cock is not the worst one that comes to Jared's mind. The stretch and the pressure feel amazing, and Jensen is working himself in and out so slowly. Jared can't decide if he'd rather do this forever or scream for Jensen to hurry the fuck up already.
With one hand on his hip, Jensen presses his fingers along the curve of Jared's spine and weaves his fingers into his hair. He pulls his head back and leans forward to bite at the side of his neck, panting harsh and heavy against the skin with little grunts that sound needy and desperate. “Feels so fuckin' good,” he growls between nips.
It does, but Jared can't find the words to agree. He moans, presses his head further into Jensen's hand, and thrusts his hips back a little faster. His own cock is painfully hard, but he knows he won't last long once he touches himself, so he closes his eyes and revels in the ache for a little while longer.
“Lean forward,” Jensen orders, pushing on the back of Jared's head until he collapses onto his forearms. His muscles are sore from the strain and it feels good to rest for a second. Releasing Jared's hair, Jensen pulls at his hips with both hands until he can sink even deeper.
“Jesus, yeah,” Jared moans, breath catching his throat when Jensen's hands glide back over his ass, spreading his cheeks and rubbing his stretched rim with one thumb. He can all but feel Jensen's eyes, watching his dick slide in and out of Jared's slick hole, and it sends a spike of heat through his chest and straight to his own cock. “Fuck, Jen, please.” He doesn't even really know what he's asking for, just that he needs.
Jensen's voice comes out ragged and amused as his fingers tease the cut of Jared's hip bone again. “Don’t,” he warns, stroking calloused fingers over Jared’s skin. “Not yet.”
A rebellious voice in Jared’s head wants to argue, but he shoves it down and fights the urge to finish himself off in favor of whatever Jensen has planned. Still, he can’t help flexing a little, squeezing as Jensen ruts forward, causing his fingers to stutter against Jared’s waist.
“Goddammit” he curses, rhythm stammering erratically as he grips Jared tight enough to bruise when he comes.
Jared doesn’t have time to complain about how fast Jensen pulls out before he’s being tugged and flipped, barely rolling onto his back before Jensen is shoving his legs apart and fucking two fingers back inside him while he sucks Jared’s dick like he’s starving for it.
It’s not enough but it’s all too much, and Jared finds himself coming before he can process every sensation. Jensen smiles when he pulls back, wiping the corner of his mouth against his shoulder while he gives Jared’s spent cock a couple of lazy strokes.
When Jared blinks the ceiling back into focus, Jensen is laying at his side, hands drifting over his stomach, breathing uneven. Sex was good before, but in the last couple of weeks, it’s been kind of insane. There’s this desperate, who knows how much more of this we get urgency between them that makes it pretty awesome in the moment, but then sets the atmosphere a little on edge when it’s over.
Opening his mouth to speak, Jared gets a little distracted by something on the table next to Jensen’s bed. “What the hell is that?” he nods over Jensen’s shoulder.
Rolling his head in the direction Jared is pointing, Jensen laughs, grabs the ball and hands it over. “Misha’s birthday present.”
It’s very clearly supposed to be a human heart, fashioned from plaster, glass shards, and tiny scraps of metal. Judging from the tube sticking out of the hole in the top, Jared assumes it will eventually pump “blood.”
“Do I even wanna know?” Most of what Jensen’s friends say and do has some deeper meaning or significance, but Jared has learned that sometimes it’s better to just let them have their inside jokes.
“Probably not,” Jensen chuckles, shaking his head a little. With a heavy sigh, he turns his face on the pillow and kisses Jared’s shoulder. “Tomorrow’s the big day,” he says, as though Jared has somehow forgotten that he has to call the company in DC with his answer about the job in less than twelve hours.
“What do you think I should do?” It’s the question he’s avoided asking for fear of the answer he knows he’ll get.
Jensen doesn’t disappoint. “Whatever’s best for you, man.” His eyes are more serious than Jared’s ever seen them. “Ideally? I’d want you closer to me, but I can’t promise you a job in San Francisco. I can’t ask you to give up a sure thing for me, Jared. I want to, but I can’t.”
“Would you?” Jared doesn’t even know where the question comes from. “If I asked, would you?”
Without hesitation, Jensen nods his head and rolls off his side of the bed. “In a heartbeat.” He nudges Jared’s foot as he rounds the end. “You want a sandwich?”
“Sure.”
When he’s gone, Jared thinks about the situation like he hasn’t really allowed himself to do yet. He knows Jensen can’t ask, but it doesn’t stop him from wishing that he would. Stupid as it may be to follow a guy he’s only been dating for six months across the country, Jared would do it, if Jensen asked him. Genevieve said that he should take Jensen out of the equation when he makes his decision, but Jared is finding that more and more difficult to do. Maybe that means something.
Returning with a plate and two sandwiches, Jensen eases onto the mattress and hands Jared a beer bottle. Nodding toward the heart Jared’s still holding, he says, “You better not fuckin’ break that.”
Jared’s not sure, but he thinks the warning is supposed to be a metaphor.
So This Is How It Ends
Author:
raeschaeCharacter(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #25 - Heart
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Jared has twelve hours to make up his mind about accepting his dream job. Jensen’s not being all that helpful.
Warnings/Author Notes: For the first time ever, I had to edit porn to make room for the plot – it’s always the other way around for me. \o/ (Oh, and I wanted to let everyone know that there are only three chapters left after this: ending, comfort, and beginning.)
As far as ways to spend a Thursday night go, spread out on his hands and knees, stuffed full of Jensen's cock is not the worst one that comes to Jared's mind. The stretch and the pressure feel amazing, and Jensen is working himself in and out so slowly. Jared can't decide if he'd rather do this forever or scream for Jensen to hurry the fuck up already.
With one hand on his hip, Jensen presses his fingers along the curve of Jared's spine and weaves his fingers into his hair. He pulls his head back and leans forward to bite at the side of his neck, panting harsh and heavy against the skin with little grunts that sound needy and desperate. “Feels so fuckin' good,” he growls between nips.
It does, but Jared can't find the words to agree. He moans, presses his head further into Jensen's hand, and thrusts his hips back a little faster. His own cock is painfully hard, but he knows he won't last long once he touches himself, so he closes his eyes and revels in the ache for a little while longer.
“Lean forward,” Jensen orders, pushing on the back of Jared's head until he collapses onto his forearms. His muscles are sore from the strain and it feels good to rest for a second. Releasing Jared's hair, Jensen pulls at his hips with both hands until he can sink even deeper.
“Jesus, yeah,” Jared moans, breath catching his throat when Jensen's hands glide back over his ass, spreading his cheeks and rubbing his stretched rim with one thumb. He can all but feel Jensen's eyes, watching his dick slide in and out of Jared's slick hole, and it sends a spike of heat through his chest and straight to his own cock. “Fuck, Jen, please.” He doesn't even really know what he's asking for, just that he needs.
Jensen's voice comes out ragged and amused as his fingers tease the cut of Jared's hip bone again. “Don’t,” he warns, stroking calloused fingers over Jared’s skin. “Not yet.”
A rebellious voice in Jared’s head wants to argue, but he shoves it down and fights the urge to finish himself off in favor of whatever Jensen has planned. Still, he can’t help flexing a little, squeezing as Jensen ruts forward, causing his fingers to stutter against Jared’s waist.
“Goddammit” he curses, rhythm stammering erratically as he grips Jared tight enough to bruise when he comes.
Jared doesn’t have time to complain about how fast Jensen pulls out before he’s being tugged and flipped, barely rolling onto his back before Jensen is shoving his legs apart and fucking two fingers back inside him while he sucks Jared’s dick like he’s starving for it.
It’s not enough but it’s all too much, and Jared finds himself coming before he can process every sensation. Jensen smiles when he pulls back, wiping the corner of his mouth against his shoulder while he gives Jared’s spent cock a couple of lazy strokes.
When Jared blinks the ceiling back into focus, Jensen is laying at his side, hands drifting over his stomach, breathing uneven. Sex was good before, but in the last couple of weeks, it’s been kind of insane. There’s this desperate, who knows how much more of this we get urgency between them that makes it pretty awesome in the moment, but then sets the atmosphere a little on edge when it’s over.
Opening his mouth to speak, Jared gets a little distracted by something on the table next to Jensen’s bed. “What the hell is that?” he nods over Jensen’s shoulder.
Rolling his head in the direction Jared is pointing, Jensen laughs, grabs the ball and hands it over. “Misha’s birthday present.”
It’s very clearly supposed to be a human heart, fashioned from plaster, glass shards, and tiny scraps of metal. Judging from the tube sticking out of the hole in the top, Jared assumes it will eventually pump “blood.”
“Do I even wanna know?” Most of what Jensen’s friends say and do has some deeper meaning or significance, but Jared has learned that sometimes it’s better to just let them have their inside jokes.
“Probably not,” Jensen chuckles, shaking his head a little. With a heavy sigh, he turns his face on the pillow and kisses Jared’s shoulder. “Tomorrow’s the big day,” he says, as though Jared has somehow forgotten that he has to call the company in DC with his answer about the job in less than twelve hours.
“What do you think I should do?” It’s the question he’s avoided asking for fear of the answer he knows he’ll get.
Jensen doesn’t disappoint. “Whatever’s best for you, man.” His eyes are more serious than Jared’s ever seen them. “Ideally? I’d want you closer to me, but I can’t promise you a job in San Francisco. I can’t ask you to give up a sure thing for me, Jared. I want to, but I can’t.”
“Would you?” Jared doesn’t even know where the question comes from. “If I asked, would you?”
Without hesitation, Jensen nods his head and rolls off his side of the bed. “In a heartbeat.” He nudges Jared’s foot as he rounds the end. “You want a sandwich?”
“Sure.”
When he’s gone, Jared thinks about the situation like he hasn’t really allowed himself to do yet. He knows Jensen can’t ask, but it doesn’t stop him from wishing that he would. Stupid as it may be to follow a guy he’s only been dating for six months across the country, Jared would do it, if Jensen asked him. Genevieve said that he should take Jensen out of the equation when he makes his decision, but Jared is finding that more and more difficult to do. Maybe that means something.
Returning with a plate and two sandwiches, Jensen eases onto the mattress and hands Jared a beer bottle. Nodding toward the heart Jared’s still holding, he says, “You better not fuckin’ break that.”
Jared’s not sure, but he thinks the warning is supposed to be a metaphor.
So This Is How It Ends
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