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salixbabylonTitle: If I Could Rearrange the Alphabet, I'd Put "U" and "I" Together
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salixbabylon
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Word Count: 740
Disclaimer: No offense meant at all to the real guys. This is just fiction, people.
Summary: Jared and Jensen take a romp through the alphabet, teasing each other relentlessly all the way. AKA domestic schmoop, guy-style.
Notes: Thanks go out to everyone who contributed word prompts –aelfwitchfic, okinay, tularia, sarka, anorienparker, violetlemon47, gigglingkat, baileymoyes, griffndor, autumn_witch78, and seanlily. And of course to sarka for her writing help and betaing.
If I Could Rearrange the Alphabet, I'd Put "U" and "I" Together
S is for Spurs, from violetlemon47
"Whoo!" Jared yelled, throwing his arms in the air and wiggling around on the sofa as the Spurs sunk another basket. "Two more points for me!"
Jensen was rooting for the Grizzlies, because that's what they always did when they watched basketball. This time, though, instead of their usual wacky bets for who would steal their costar's underwear or flub the same line twenty times in a row or kiss every person in the lighting crew on the mouth, they were betting for something more interesting – topping. And Jensen? Well, he was losing.
Not that that was a bad thing.
Jared had been teasing him pretty relentlessly throughout the entire game: groping him during commercial breaks, suggestively sucking and licking his fingers clean of sour sugar, and crawling all over Jensen every time he got off the sofa to get another beer from the kitchen. They'd both been mostly-hard at least since half-time and while Jensen didn't mind a bit of teasing, he was goddamned good and ready for the game to end and the fucking to start.
Just being near a flirty Jared was a sort of torture in its own right. His cheeks got flushed, his hands flapped, his expressions and gestures alternating between slyly seductive and outright joyful. He was spastic and goofy and Jensen just wanted the damn Grizzlies to lose already so he could get Jared out of his clothes and his cock inside Jensen's ass Right Fucking Now.
The last time Jared had fucked him, he'd teased Jensen for what seemed like hours and hours, fingering him slowly, rubbing every millimeter inside his ass thoroughly until Jensen was whimpering for Jared to give him his cock. When Jared had finally given in to Jensen's pleas, he'd been surprised with hard, fast strokes, and Jared confessing that teasing Jensen like that had gotten him so worked up that he just couldn't fuck him slow, the way he'd meant to. Jared being that turned on, losing control inside his body so fast, made Jensen come almost immediately; he'd barely needed to touch his dick at all before he was shooting hard enough that his vision grayed out.
His ass had hurt in the best way, and the little throbbing reminders had lasted for the next twenty-four hours. It was definitely one of the best fucks Jensen has ever had.
Before Jared, Jensen had preferred being on top but now he didn't care much either way – though of course he certainly liked fucking Jared, too. Jared's firm thighs and muscular ass gripped his cock perfectly, but it was really the noises that he made when he was fucked, the way he just opened himself up and gave, how he abandoned himself to the deep inner pleasure that got Jensen off the most.
Well, that and the foreplay. Unlike any other guy Jensen had ever fooled around with, Jared liked to take his time with the kissing and touching, the groping and the rubbing, the tormenting. It made Jensen irritated and amused in equal portions; he'd want to laugh and also fucking strangle Jared at the same time. Jared just really liked to play, though, and sex-play was as much fun as it was frustrating.
Every time Jared's hands stopped touching him, every time he climbed off of Jensen's lap when the commercials ended, collapsing down next to him, legs spread and hard-on evident, breathing hard, smug with how riled up Jensen was getting, Jen wanted to grab the remote, forfeit the bet, and drag Jared upstairs. But no – Jared insisted they finish.
The boy was such a goddamned cock tease.
The Spurs made another basket and the clock started the count for the last minute. Cheers and groans from the arena suddenly drowned out the commentators as the Grizzlies made a last-ditch effort and somehow scored six points. Five seconds on the clock, the Spurs' point guard stumbled and the ball sailed through the air unimpeded, giving the Grizzlies three more points just as the buzzer went off.
"Holy shit! They won. I won," Jensen gasped.
The slightly crestfallen look that Jared got whenever his home team lost faded as his gaze shifted from the TV to Jensen. A slow, easy grin that Jen had come to recognize as lustful spread across his face.
Jared licked his lips and shrugged. "I don't mind losing."
"Nope?"
"Nah. That's the thing about fucking you, Jen – either way, I win."
T is for Tickle
Author:
salixbabylonPairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Word Count: 740
Disclaimer: No offense meant at all to the real guys. This is just fiction, people.
Summary: Jared and Jensen take a romp through the alphabet, teasing each other relentlessly all the way. AKA domestic schmoop, guy-style.
Notes: Thanks go out to everyone who contributed word prompts –
aelfwitchfic, okinay, tularia, sarka, anorienparker, violetlemon47, gigglingkat, baileymoyes, griffndor, autumn_witch78, and seanlily. And of course to sarka for her writing help and betaing.If I Could Rearrange the Alphabet, I'd Put "U" and "I" Together
violetlemon47"Whoo!" Jared yelled, throwing his arms in the air and wiggling around on the sofa as the Spurs sunk another basket. "Two more points for me!"
Jensen was rooting for the Grizzlies, because that's what they always did when they watched basketball. This time, though, instead of their usual wacky bets for who would steal their costar's underwear or flub the same line twenty times in a row or kiss every person in the lighting crew on the mouth, they were betting for something more interesting – topping. And Jensen? Well, he was losing.
Not that that was a bad thing.
Jared had been teasing him pretty relentlessly throughout the entire game: groping him during commercial breaks, suggestively sucking and licking his fingers clean of sour sugar, and crawling all over Jensen every time he got off the sofa to get another beer from the kitchen. They'd both been mostly-hard at least since half-time and while Jensen didn't mind a bit of teasing, he was goddamned good and ready for the game to end and the fucking to start.
Just being near a flirty Jared was a sort of torture in its own right. His cheeks got flushed, his hands flapped, his expressions and gestures alternating between slyly seductive and outright joyful. He was spastic and goofy and Jensen just wanted the damn Grizzlies to lose already so he could get Jared out of his clothes and his cock inside Jensen's ass Right Fucking Now.
The last time Jared had fucked him, he'd teased Jensen for what seemed like hours and hours, fingering him slowly, rubbing every millimeter inside his ass thoroughly until Jensen was whimpering for Jared to give him his cock. When Jared had finally given in to Jensen's pleas, he'd been surprised with hard, fast strokes, and Jared confessing that teasing Jensen like that had gotten him so worked up that he just couldn't fuck him slow, the way he'd meant to. Jared being that turned on, losing control inside his body so fast, made Jensen come almost immediately; he'd barely needed to touch his dick at all before he was shooting hard enough that his vision grayed out.
His ass had hurt in the best way, and the little throbbing reminders had lasted for the next twenty-four hours. It was definitely one of the best fucks Jensen has ever had.
Before Jared, Jensen had preferred being on top but now he didn't care much either way – though of course he certainly liked fucking Jared, too. Jared's firm thighs and muscular ass gripped his cock perfectly, but it was really the noises that he made when he was fucked, the way he just opened himself up and gave, how he abandoned himself to the deep inner pleasure that got Jensen off the most.
Well, that and the foreplay. Unlike any other guy Jensen had ever fooled around with, Jared liked to take his time with the kissing and touching, the groping and the rubbing, the tormenting. It made Jensen irritated and amused in equal portions; he'd want to laugh and also fucking strangle Jared at the same time. Jared just really liked to play, though, and sex-play was as much fun as it was frustrating.
Every time Jared's hands stopped touching him, every time he climbed off of Jensen's lap when the commercials ended, collapsing down next to him, legs spread and hard-on evident, breathing hard, smug with how riled up Jensen was getting, Jen wanted to grab the remote, forfeit the bet, and drag Jared upstairs. But no – Jared insisted they finish.
The boy was such a goddamned cock tease.
The Spurs made another basket and the clock started the count for the last minute. Cheers and groans from the arena suddenly drowned out the commentators as the Grizzlies made a last-ditch effort and somehow scored six points. Five seconds on the clock, the Spurs' point guard stumbled and the ball sailed through the air unimpeded, giving the Grizzlies three more points just as the buzzer went off.
"Holy shit! They won. I won," Jensen gasped.
The slightly crestfallen look that Jared got whenever his home team lost faded as his gaze shifted from the TV to Jensen. A slow, easy grin that Jen had come to recognize as lustful spread across his face.
Jared licked his lips and shrugged. "I don't mind losing."
"Nope?"
"Nah. That's the thing about fucking you, Jen – either way, I win."
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