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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: 1005
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, seanlily, arieltachna, and sileya. And of course to sarka for her writing help and betaing.
If I Could Rearrange the Alphabet, I'd Put "U" and "I" Together
V is for Virtual Reality, from gigglingkat
I want your cock.
Want to lick and taste you all over.
Rim you until you're soaking wet. Eat your ass until you're begging for my cock, until you're as horny as I am right now.
Jensen blinked rapidly, checking over his shoulder that no one was standing close enough to read all the text messages Jared had sent while he was on the three-hour flight from Vancouver to LA. While waiting at the baggage claim, he replied, Just landed. Good flight. Coffee actually decent this time. How are the dogs?
The phone rang with a familiar ringtone as he got into the car his agent had sent over to pick him up.
"I'm so fucking hard right now," Jared moaned.
"Hey man, I'm good too. On my way to the hotel at the moment, how about you?"
"I fucking want you. Want your cock in my ass, want my fingers in yours, you riding me, thrusting into me, fuckin' me and fuckin' yourself on my hand. Want you under me, legs around my neck, bent in half so you can barely breathe while I slam into you so hard your ass'll hurt for days."
Clearing his throat, Jensen shifted around, hoping to alleviate the pressure building in his crotch. "That sounds...nice?" he offered.
"I woke up and the bed smelled like you, like your sweat and come, all mixed up with mine since we didn't change the sheets last night. It turned me on so fast, Jen. I wake up with wood every mornin' anyway, but smellin' you like that, god. I just want you so bad."
"Uh, mmhm. Me too," Jensen managed to answer, glancing up at the driver, who seemed fully absorbed by the traffic.
"Wish you were here. I've got my hand around my dick, just been teasing myself slow, the way I tease you. Makin' it last until I could talk to you, hear your voice, tell you how turned on I am and how much I need to come. Wish I could come all over you, your pretty face, your chest – wanna lick my come off your nipples, use my teeth until you're squirmin' like a fish on the line. Wanna come on your tight little ass, watch it run down your crack and all over your thighs. Wanna come inside you, no condom, get you wet and nasty, fill you up."
There was a pause for a moment, the silence only broken inside Jensen's head by the thundering sound of his heartbeat.
"Are you hearing this, Jen?"
"Yeah," he managed to croak.
"You sound a little breathless. Driver still right there in the front seat?" Jared chuckled.
Jensen nodded without realizing it, before catching himself enough to add, "Yup. Sure is."
"You're hard, aren't you, just hearin' me, desperate like this, wantin' you?"
"Mmmhmm. A little, I think, yeah," he answered, trying to sound normal.
"Bet you're gonna be glad you're wearing jeans instead of slacks, aren't you? You'll have to untuck your shirt and hope nobody notices your huge cock straining to get out as you check into the hotel, aren't you?"
Jensen reached down to adjust himself and rearrange his shirt like Jared had suggested. "Absolutely. You're totally right; I am."
"I'm jerking off, you know, thinking about you. Talkin' to you. Totally naked, spread across our bed upstairs. Got one of the dildos out of the box under the bed, from before you and I started fucking. Did you even know I had those? I bet you've got some, too, don't you?"
"Not really, I don't think so," Jensen replied, distraction evident as he struggled to keep his breathing even and his tone of voice normal, or at least what he hoped sounded normal.
Jared laughed again. "You don't know? It's a simple question, Jen."
Jensen was distracted for a few seconds as the car pulled up to his hotel, and how had they gotten here so damn fast? The driver opened the door and he struggled out, still clutching his phone, grabbing a bag to hold in front of his crotch as they made their way inside. The driver spoke to the concierge as Jensen listened to Jared tell him about lubing up the dildo, sliding it into his ass, listening to him gasp and moan and pant into the phone at Jensen while he fucked himself.
The concierge had to clear his throat twice to get Jensen's attention, holding out the key-card to him.
"Wish this was your cock, sliding into me. Love how full you make me feel, the way you wrap yourself all around me. The way you always slide in real careful at first, and how you slam into me when you lose it and finally come... Oh god, yeah..." he groaned. "Oh yeah, right there, right there, god, Jen, I'm gonna come..." And then he did, four wordless shouts interspersed with gasps for breath.
Jensen could practically see Jared's face, eyes squeezed shut, body twisting as his back arched, slamming the dildo into his ass with one hand while the other fisted his cock, shooting all over his stomach, his chest, maybe even onto his shoulders and neck. He made a little whimpering noise in front of the bellman, who gave him a strange look, so he tipped the guy an extra twenty bucks before closing the door and locking it.
"Oh my god I fucking hate you," Jensen groaned as he ripped open his jeans, grabbed his cock, and gave it a couple of quick pulls before he came all over his hand. He collapsed against the wall, easing down to sit on the floor, unclenching his fingers from their death-grip on the phone.
Jared chuckled, still a little breathless. "So you'll be back tomorrow evening?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be waiting for you."
Jensen groaned, wiping at the sweat on his forehead with the back of his sticky hand. "God, I need a shower."
He hung up on Jared while the dork was still laughing.
W is for Whisper
Author:
salixbabylonPairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Word Count: 1005
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, seanlily, arieltachna, and sileya. And of course to sarka for her writing help and betaing.If I Could Rearrange the Alphabet, I'd Put "U" and "I" Together
gigglingkatI want your cock.
Want to lick and taste you all over.
Rim you until you're soaking wet. Eat your ass until you're begging for my cock, until you're as horny as I am right now.
Jensen blinked rapidly, checking over his shoulder that no one was standing close enough to read all the text messages Jared had sent while he was on the three-hour flight from Vancouver to LA. While waiting at the baggage claim, he replied, Just landed. Good flight. Coffee actually decent this time. How are the dogs?
The phone rang with a familiar ringtone as he got into the car his agent had sent over to pick him up.
"I'm so fucking hard right now," Jared moaned.
"Hey man, I'm good too. On my way to the hotel at the moment, how about you?"
"I fucking want you. Want your cock in my ass, want my fingers in yours, you riding me, thrusting into me, fuckin' me and fuckin' yourself on my hand. Want you under me, legs around my neck, bent in half so you can barely breathe while I slam into you so hard your ass'll hurt for days."
Clearing his throat, Jensen shifted around, hoping to alleviate the pressure building in his crotch. "That sounds...nice?" he offered.
"I woke up and the bed smelled like you, like your sweat and come, all mixed up with mine since we didn't change the sheets last night. It turned me on so fast, Jen. I wake up with wood every mornin' anyway, but smellin' you like that, god. I just want you so bad."
"Uh, mmhm. Me too," Jensen managed to answer, glancing up at the driver, who seemed fully absorbed by the traffic.
"Wish you were here. I've got my hand around my dick, just been teasing myself slow, the way I tease you. Makin' it last until I could talk to you, hear your voice, tell you how turned on I am and how much I need to come. Wish I could come all over you, your pretty face, your chest – wanna lick my come off your nipples, use my teeth until you're squirmin' like a fish on the line. Wanna come on your tight little ass, watch it run down your crack and all over your thighs. Wanna come inside you, no condom, get you wet and nasty, fill you up."
There was a pause for a moment, the silence only broken inside Jensen's head by the thundering sound of his heartbeat.
"Are you hearing this, Jen?"
"Yeah," he managed to croak.
"You sound a little breathless. Driver still right there in the front seat?" Jared chuckled.
Jensen nodded without realizing it, before catching himself enough to add, "Yup. Sure is."
"You're hard, aren't you, just hearin' me, desperate like this, wantin' you?"
"Mmmhmm. A little, I think, yeah," he answered, trying to sound normal.
"Bet you're gonna be glad you're wearing jeans instead of slacks, aren't you? You'll have to untuck your shirt and hope nobody notices your huge cock straining to get out as you check into the hotel, aren't you?"
Jensen reached down to adjust himself and rearrange his shirt like Jared had suggested. "Absolutely. You're totally right; I am."
"I'm jerking off, you know, thinking about you. Talkin' to you. Totally naked, spread across our bed upstairs. Got one of the dildos out of the box under the bed, from before you and I started fucking. Did you even know I had those? I bet you've got some, too, don't you?"
"Not really, I don't think so," Jensen replied, distraction evident as he struggled to keep his breathing even and his tone of voice normal, or at least what he hoped sounded normal.
Jared laughed again. "You don't know? It's a simple question, Jen."
Jensen was distracted for a few seconds as the car pulled up to his hotel, and how had they gotten here so damn fast? The driver opened the door and he struggled out, still clutching his phone, grabbing a bag to hold in front of his crotch as they made their way inside. The driver spoke to the concierge as Jensen listened to Jared tell him about lubing up the dildo, sliding it into his ass, listening to him gasp and moan and pant into the phone at Jensen while he fucked himself.
The concierge had to clear his throat twice to get Jensen's attention, holding out the key-card to him.
"Wish this was your cock, sliding into me. Love how full you make me feel, the way you wrap yourself all around me. The way you always slide in real careful at first, and how you slam into me when you lose it and finally come... Oh god, yeah..." he groaned. "Oh yeah, right there, right there, god, Jen, I'm gonna come..." And then he did, four wordless shouts interspersed with gasps for breath.
Jensen could practically see Jared's face, eyes squeezed shut, body twisting as his back arched, slamming the dildo into his ass with one hand while the other fisted his cock, shooting all over his stomach, his chest, maybe even onto his shoulders and neck. He made a little whimpering noise in front of the bellman, who gave him a strange look, so he tipped the guy an extra twenty bucks before closing the door and locking it.
"Oh my god I fucking hate you," Jensen groaned as he ripped open his jeans, grabbed his cock, and gave it a couple of quick pulls before he came all over his hand. He collapsed against the wall, easing down to sit on the floor, unclenching his fingers from their death-grip on the phone.
Jared chuckled, still a little breathless. "So you'll be back tomorrow evening?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be waiting for you."
Jensen groaned, wiping at the sweat on his forehead with the back of his sticky hand. "God, I need a shower."
He hung up on Jared while the dork was still laughing.
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