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Entry tags:
Balloon Animals, NC-17, JA/JP
Title: Balloon Animals
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tru_faith_lost
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Warnings: m/m sex, rimming, bareback
Summary: Jensen's sore, and Jared's horny. Sleepy morning sex with a little something extra. Absolutely no plot at all.
Words: ~1500
Disclaimer: No money being earned. No defamation of character or any implication of truth intended.
A/N: This was a 5000 words story, but after much hand-wringing and expert advice from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ysbail, rebekahfair, and rejeneration, I decided the only thing salvageable was the sex. I'm sorry, ladies, for wasting y'all's time. I've reworked this so much, the mistakes are all mine.
Balloon Animals
Jensen's sleeping late, and for once, Jared is, too. It might have something to do with the way they were both up most of the night, Jensen with muscle spasms from a stunt gone wrong, and Jared with warm hands and heating pad at the ready. He's feeling no pain, now, though, nuzzled into Jared's shoulder, lower legs wound together under the sheets. "Sorry, I kept you up," he whispers.
"Don't be." His hand drifts up Jensen's stomach to the space over his sternum. Soft brush of fingertips on sweat-damp skin, over the most ticklish places along his obliques and in the intercostal spaces. Jensen barely twitches, still loose on muscle relaxers and heavy with sleep. "How do you feel now?"
"Fine...mmm." His hips give a little hitch as Jared's thigh slides over his, and his back doesn't protest, arches and rolls. "Better than fine, actually."
"Was hoping you'd say that." Jared hums and slides closer until his hips meet Jensen's, dip and roll, dip and roll, more stroke than grind. He kisses along Jensen's jaw bone to his mouth, inching along in tiny, prickling increments. His chin's tipped low, each follicle of stubble like the first pinpricks of sensation in a sleep-deadened limb, would be caresses ahead of teasing tongue and stinging teeth. He licks over Jensen's lips until Jensen opens to him and rocks up against the thick muscle of Jared's leg with a ragged moan.
The kiss is slow and sleepy but deep and getting deeper. Jared slides over him, taking most of his weight on his arms, head dipped down between his shoulder blades so as not to break the connection. They grind together, a slow rhythm building. Jensen slips his hands over rippling back muscles, up over shoulders, and then down into the deep hollow where Jared's arched against him, pressing closer. Their cocks thicken in the space between slick, rolling stomachs.
"Is this okay?" Jared tips down just enough to ask, breathing heavy into the space between them. His forehead grazes the bridge of Jensen's nose, his eyes just slow-blinking lashes, lips parted against his chin.
There's only a short moment when Jensen wonders if it really is before he stops thinking altogether and nods, arching back and gasping into Jared's hair as their mouths slip apart.
Jared lifts his hips and licks down Jensen's neck until his nose bumps shoulder. A few seconds to suck and bite along the collarbone while Jensen's finger's spasm to claws, his breathing fast as he digs into Jared's hip bones. But Jared won't be hurried, takes a long breath in like he's testing the scent of Jensen's flushed skin and his spit simmering together like a fine sauce, the way they waft together even when he's very still, then whispers, "Turn over. I wanna see."
Jensen's hips shift up of their own accord, seeking Jared's and he's half over without even trying, Jared's thigh tucked up under his ass to help him roll. He heaves, mouth open, Jared's teeth raking over his collar bone, along the tendon in his neck, and then he's on his stomach as Jared licks down his backbone one vertebra at a time. He can't help but tense up as breath and tongue inch closer to the bruise he knows must be purpling up between his shoulder blades. Jared's arms wrap around his chest, his fingers threading between Jensen's and smoothing the folds of sheet clenched between them until their palms flatten against his pecs. Deft thumbs seek out his nipples, circling and teasing as kisses lave the bruise on his back. He bends like a bow from jaw to navel, feet scrambling in the sheets.
"Jared..."
"Shhhhhh, shh, shhh." The tingle of rapidly cooling breath over sweat and spit. Stutter of Jensen's breath. Slowly, Jared drags their hands up, until they're under the pillow. His fingers untwine and Jensen's head drops down onto the cradle of pillow and forearms, Jared sinking lower down Jensen's back until his teeth tease at the waistband of his boxers. He kisses and licks along the elastic, coaxing Jensen's hips up with fingertips along hipbones before pulling the underwear off, laughing at the way Jensen's feet work against him, constantly churning against the mattress in an attempt to get his hips back down against the mattress. Still smirking, Jared tongues down into the divot over Jensen's tailbone and slides is fingers up, spreading him apart while spit trickles along the widening gap to the tight pucker where it all melts together. Jensen feels himself clenching and unclenching, prodded and soothed from the draft of hot breath and slick of cooling spit.
Jared's head ducks lower, hands forcing Jensen's hips higher, sucking one then the other testicle into his mouth. His tongue undulates, pressure, release, pressure, release against the ridges in his palate.
Jensen grunts and jerks a hand free of the pillow. He tries to grasp himself, but Jared bats him away. Fingers falter and strain, finally snake around and into Jared's hair. Jared responds by sucking harder, switching one side of the scrotum and the other in a random pattern that leaves Jensen panting and shaking, thighs spreading apart in an attempt to get some friction on to his cock. His balls come free with a slurp, and Jared moves up to his ass, alternately kneading and nipping whatever he can get hold of, then kissing away the burn.
By the time Jared licks up his perineum, Jensen's already relaxing and yawning open. Jared stabs in, his tongue thick and wet, and Jensen can't keep his head down on the pillow anymore, bucking up off the bed, and pressing back. He's not going to make it much longer, feels something start to unwind deep in his gut. Fumbling with shaking fingers, he slips the lube and condom out of the drawer and into Jared's hand. He hisses and freezes when Jared clamps down, the grip just this side of painful, then slides the lube out, kissing into Jensen's palm and along each finger.
"Jen... I... I was thinking maybe--" The lube opens, snick and slurp. Jared coats himself first, so it's already warm when he works it into Jensen, one finger then more, Jared's mouth sliding back up his back the way it came, a vertebra at a time until his tongue tickles Jensen's ear lobe. Jensen can tell by the way his Adam's apple's jumping against Jensen's throat that he's trying to say something. Thrumming and impatient, Jensen tries presses back against Jared's cock, then freezes when he realizes the condom's unopened on the bedspread.
"I wanna feel you." Everything freezes but their breath and pounding blood. "Please."
Jensen's chest shakes, long exhale shuddering against his ribs and his heart. They're slick and wrapped up in each other, hyper-aware of the static crackling between them, the only thing that could fit. Jensen nods. "Me, too."
Jared slides in just as slowly as he's done everything else so far, one long thrust all the way in. Then, instead of leaning back and pounding away, he folds inward, one arm around Jensen's chest, the other down across his stomach, fingers curling around his cock. He sets a rhythm more like the ebb of waves along a beach than sex. Long strokes, power and intensity, achingly slow, tender without being soft, aware without being cautious. Harder, longer, deeper, higher. Jared's voice in Jensen's ear, lips at his throat, the tide comes in, building on the crest of every rolling wave, higher and higher, until Jared's stubbled jaw pushes into the crook of Jensen's neck on the leading edge of a muffled grunt. "God!" Lightning strikes and both their heads snap back, gasping together toward the ceiling. "God, nhgh, nghhh, uh, aaaaaahgh."
Exhausted and loose, with every nerve in his body trying to zing out through the ends of his hair, Jensen collapses into Jared, and they fall back, Jared below and Jensen above, just a mess of limbs and sheets and sticky.
Jensen's tucked up close under Jared's arm, sleepy and warm when Jared opens the drawer next to the bed and tosses the unopened condom inside with an embarrassingly large quantity and variety of more. Jared huffs into Jensen's hair, half-laugh, half-sigh and content. "What do we do with all of these?"
In his head, Jensen's floating, Jared's heartbeat the only thing thrumming and solid. He has to hum to himself for a second or two just to make sure he can still make words, and when he speaks he's not sure what will come out. "Make balloon animals."
Jared laughs and pulls them tighter together. "What, like, some kind of porn clown?"
Jensen grins and lets Jared wrap him up. "I hate clowns."
"Yeah, but you love me."
"I do."
The End
Author:
tru_faith_lostRating: NC-17
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Warnings: m/m sex, rimming, bareback
Summary: Jensen's sore, and Jared's horny. Sleepy morning sex with a little something extra. Absolutely no plot at all.
Words: ~1500
Disclaimer: No money being earned. No defamation of character or any implication of truth intended.
A/N: This was a 5000 words story, but after much hand-wringing and expert advice from
ysbail, rebekahfair, and rejeneration, I decided the only thing salvageable was the sex. I'm sorry, ladies, for wasting y'all's time. I've reworked this so much, the mistakes are all mine.Balloon Animals
Jensen's sleeping late, and for once, Jared is, too. It might have something to do with the way they were both up most of the night, Jensen with muscle spasms from a stunt gone wrong, and Jared with warm hands and heating pad at the ready. He's feeling no pain, now, though, nuzzled into Jared's shoulder, lower legs wound together under the sheets. "Sorry, I kept you up," he whispers.
"Don't be." His hand drifts up Jensen's stomach to the space over his sternum. Soft brush of fingertips on sweat-damp skin, over the most ticklish places along his obliques and in the intercostal spaces. Jensen barely twitches, still loose on muscle relaxers and heavy with sleep. "How do you feel now?"
"Fine...mmm." His hips give a little hitch as Jared's thigh slides over his, and his back doesn't protest, arches and rolls. "Better than fine, actually."
"Was hoping you'd say that." Jared hums and slides closer until his hips meet Jensen's, dip and roll, dip and roll, more stroke than grind. He kisses along Jensen's jaw bone to his mouth, inching along in tiny, prickling increments. His chin's tipped low, each follicle of stubble like the first pinpricks of sensation in a sleep-deadened limb, would be caresses ahead of teasing tongue and stinging teeth. He licks over Jensen's lips until Jensen opens to him and rocks up against the thick muscle of Jared's leg with a ragged moan.
The kiss is slow and sleepy but deep and getting deeper. Jared slides over him, taking most of his weight on his arms, head dipped down between his shoulder blades so as not to break the connection. They grind together, a slow rhythm building. Jensen slips his hands over rippling back muscles, up over shoulders, and then down into the deep hollow where Jared's arched against him, pressing closer. Their cocks thicken in the space between slick, rolling stomachs.
"Is this okay?" Jared tips down just enough to ask, breathing heavy into the space between them. His forehead grazes the bridge of Jensen's nose, his eyes just slow-blinking lashes, lips parted against his chin.
There's only a short moment when Jensen wonders if it really is before he stops thinking altogether and nods, arching back and gasping into Jared's hair as their mouths slip apart.
Jared lifts his hips and licks down Jensen's neck until his nose bumps shoulder. A few seconds to suck and bite along the collarbone while Jensen's finger's spasm to claws, his breathing fast as he digs into Jared's hip bones. But Jared won't be hurried, takes a long breath in like he's testing the scent of Jensen's flushed skin and his spit simmering together like a fine sauce, the way they waft together even when he's very still, then whispers, "Turn over. I wanna see."
Jensen's hips shift up of their own accord, seeking Jared's and he's half over without even trying, Jared's thigh tucked up under his ass to help him roll. He heaves, mouth open, Jared's teeth raking over his collar bone, along the tendon in his neck, and then he's on his stomach as Jared licks down his backbone one vertebra at a time. He can't help but tense up as breath and tongue inch closer to the bruise he knows must be purpling up between his shoulder blades. Jared's arms wrap around his chest, his fingers threading between Jensen's and smoothing the folds of sheet clenched between them until their palms flatten against his pecs. Deft thumbs seek out his nipples, circling and teasing as kisses lave the bruise on his back. He bends like a bow from jaw to navel, feet scrambling in the sheets.
"Jared..."
"Shhhhhh, shh, shhh." The tingle of rapidly cooling breath over sweat and spit. Stutter of Jensen's breath. Slowly, Jared drags their hands up, until they're under the pillow. His fingers untwine and Jensen's head drops down onto the cradle of pillow and forearms, Jared sinking lower down Jensen's back until his teeth tease at the waistband of his boxers. He kisses and licks along the elastic, coaxing Jensen's hips up with fingertips along hipbones before pulling the underwear off, laughing at the way Jensen's feet work against him, constantly churning against the mattress in an attempt to get his hips back down against the mattress. Still smirking, Jared tongues down into the divot over Jensen's tailbone and slides is fingers up, spreading him apart while spit trickles along the widening gap to the tight pucker where it all melts together. Jensen feels himself clenching and unclenching, prodded and soothed from the draft of hot breath and slick of cooling spit.
Jared's head ducks lower, hands forcing Jensen's hips higher, sucking one then the other testicle into his mouth. His tongue undulates, pressure, release, pressure, release against the ridges in his palate.
Jensen grunts and jerks a hand free of the pillow. He tries to grasp himself, but Jared bats him away. Fingers falter and strain, finally snake around and into Jared's hair. Jared responds by sucking harder, switching one side of the scrotum and the other in a random pattern that leaves Jensen panting and shaking, thighs spreading apart in an attempt to get some friction on to his cock. His balls come free with a slurp, and Jared moves up to his ass, alternately kneading and nipping whatever he can get hold of, then kissing away the burn.
By the time Jared licks up his perineum, Jensen's already relaxing and yawning open. Jared stabs in, his tongue thick and wet, and Jensen can't keep his head down on the pillow anymore, bucking up off the bed, and pressing back. He's not going to make it much longer, feels something start to unwind deep in his gut. Fumbling with shaking fingers, he slips the lube and condom out of the drawer and into Jared's hand. He hisses and freezes when Jared clamps down, the grip just this side of painful, then slides the lube out, kissing into Jensen's palm and along each finger.
"Jen... I... I was thinking maybe--" The lube opens, snick and slurp. Jared coats himself first, so it's already warm when he works it into Jensen, one finger then more, Jared's mouth sliding back up his back the way it came, a vertebra at a time until his tongue tickles Jensen's ear lobe. Jensen can tell by the way his Adam's apple's jumping against Jensen's throat that he's trying to say something. Thrumming and impatient, Jensen tries presses back against Jared's cock, then freezes when he realizes the condom's unopened on the bedspread.
"I wanna feel you." Everything freezes but their breath and pounding blood. "Please."
Jensen's chest shakes, long exhale shuddering against his ribs and his heart. They're slick and wrapped up in each other, hyper-aware of the static crackling between them, the only thing that could fit. Jensen nods. "Me, too."
Jared slides in just as slowly as he's done everything else so far, one long thrust all the way in. Then, instead of leaning back and pounding away, he folds inward, one arm around Jensen's chest, the other down across his stomach, fingers curling around his cock. He sets a rhythm more like the ebb of waves along a beach than sex. Long strokes, power and intensity, achingly slow, tender without being soft, aware without being cautious. Harder, longer, deeper, higher. Jared's voice in Jensen's ear, lips at his throat, the tide comes in, building on the crest of every rolling wave, higher and higher, until Jared's stubbled jaw pushes into the crook of Jensen's neck on the leading edge of a muffled grunt. "God!" Lightning strikes and both their heads snap back, gasping together toward the ceiling. "God, nhgh, nghhh, uh, aaaaaahgh."
Exhausted and loose, with every nerve in his body trying to zing out through the ends of his hair, Jensen collapses into Jared, and they fall back, Jared below and Jensen above, just a mess of limbs and sheets and sticky.
Jensen's tucked up close under Jared's arm, sleepy and warm when Jared opens the drawer next to the bed and tosses the unopened condom inside with an embarrassingly large quantity and variety of more. Jared huffs into Jensen's hair, half-laugh, half-sigh and content. "What do we do with all of these?"
In his head, Jensen's floating, Jared's heartbeat the only thing thrumming and solid. He has to hum to himself for a second or two just to make sure he can still make words, and when he speaks he's not sure what will come out. "Make balloon animals."
Jared laughs and pulls them tighter together. "What, like, some kind of porn clown?"
Jensen grins and lets Jared wrap him up. "I hate clowns."
"Yeah, but you love me."
"I do."
The End
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