Can't you see we're meant to be: Frankie the Turtle strikes again 6/7
“You’re so beautiful, Jack,” Jared murmurs. His hands are the perfect size to hold Jensen’s face, huge and warm as he turns Jensen exactly the way he wants him.
“You’re one to talk,” Jensen pants. “Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off dreaming about licking my way down your abs?”
Jared laughs breathlessly at that. “Well, far be it from me to stop you,” he says teasingly, and lets out a soft oof as Jensen tackles him back down onto the bed and settles across his lap. “Oh--”
Jensen’s eyes slip closed as Jared’s hands dig into his hips, momentarily stunned at how good Jared’s dick feels sliding slickly against his own. He drops bonelessly forward onto Jared’s chest, kissing Jared artlessly when Jared wraps one huge hand around them both. “God I love your hands,” he moans as Jared squeezes gently. Jensen pants against the long line of his throat for a moment before pushing back slightly. “But don’t think you’re getting off that easily,” he says sternly, and Jared’s surprised laughter is cut short when Jensen begins to make good on his promise.
Jared’s body is a work of art, long lean lines and a perfect six pack that Jensen traces with his tongue and lips. His hip cuts deserve their own shrine, and Jensen worships them with tiny licks and bites and kisses, savoring the clean, salty taste of sweat and the bitterness of the precome that Jared is leaking all over himself. Jared groans helplessly, hands restless on the bed, Jensen’s shoulders, his cheek--anything he can reach as Jensen teases him, avoiding the one place Jared desperately wants him to go.
“Jensen, please--” Jared’s hand strokes his jaw, pulling his eyes upward. He looks utterly debauched, sweat gleaming on his temples and pooled at the base of his throat, his hair clinging to his damp skin, eyes wild and blown. “Please, I just--your mouth--”
“What about my mouth, Jay?” Jensen purrs, because this is something he knows. This is something he’s sure of, now that they’re finally here. He licks his lips, eyes fluttering at the faint taste of Jared coating them, teases Jared with kittenish licks and tantalizingly light kisses dropped everywhere but exactly where Jared wants. “Something you want?”
“Suck me, Jack, please--been thinking about it for weeks. Those lips, your mouth--please--”
There’s only so much a man can take. Jensen gets his hands on Jared’s narrow hips, nuzzling into the soft v of hair drawing Jensen down to his goal. Jared’s cock is velvety soft against his tongue as Jensen draws him in, one hand wrapped around the base to hold him steady as Jensen pushes as far as he can, his lips nearly touching his fingers. Jared arches underneath him with a wordless shout, and Jensen lets him, already addicted to the taste and feel of Jared inside him. Jared’s hand falls heavy on the back of his head, Jared’s hips driving him mindlessly into Jensen’s throat, and it’s so good that Jensen almost just lets him. But as much as he wants to feel Jared fuck his face and come all over him, he wants Jared to actually fuck him even more. His fingers tighten around the base of Jared’s dick, holding him back as he strains to get deeper.
Jensen hollows his cheeks and slides his way up Jared’s dick, releasing the head with a wetly obscene pop.
“Want you to fuck me, Jay,” he says, voice raspy and fucked out. “Been thinking about it since forever. Need it.”
Jared just nods, panting, trying to pull himself together. “Yeah,” he says shakily. “Yeah.”
Jensen leans back to grab the bottle of lube and condoms from his nightstand, looking back to see Jared watching him with raised eyebrows.
“Pretty sure of yourself,” Jared teases, sitting up to kiss Jensen again. Jensen blushes, both at the words and at the heat of Jared’s body, finally pressed against his the way he’s wanted for so long.
“Just hopeful,” he whispers against Jared’s lips. “Been thinking about this for a long damn time.” He shifts on Jared’s lap, knees spread wide over Jared’s thighs. He should feel vulnerable like this, open and exposed for the first time, but it’s Jared, and Jensen feels like he’s been waiting for this for half his life, even if he’s only known him a few months.
“Gonna ride me, Jen?” Jared purrs, dragging Jensen out of his head. His voice has gone dark and rough, unlike anything Jensen’s heard from him before. It sends a flare of heat through him, hot and needy, and he wants, more than he thinks he’s ever wanted before. “Go on, open yourself up for me. Please.” Jared’s voice breaks on the last word as Jensen opens the bottle and coats his fingers, Jared’s eyes never leaving him as he reaches behind himself. Jensen can feel himself preening under the adoring attention, curves his spine and lets his head fall back with a soft moan as he pushes two fingers inside himself. “God--so beautiful-- Jensen,” Jensen hears Jared groan, and then one of Jared’s huge hands lets go the death grip he’s got on Jensen’s hip to rub the delicate skin where they’re connected. “Please, Jen--I need it, need to be inside you--”
Jensen just nods, overwhelmed, gasps when Jared’s thick finger pushes in alongside his own. Jared can’t get very deep, but just the feel of Jared inside him is nearly enough to bring him over the edge as he rocks back eagerly, wanting more. “Been thinking--been wanting--” Jensen’s babbling as Jared shifts to push in deeper, hot burn and drag, and that’s it. He comes before Jared even gets to fuck him, white-hot supernova behind his eyes and the feel of Jared everywhere, inside and all around him.
“Jen--” Jared’s voice, low and pained, lips moving against his throat. “Jen, come on--I need--”
“Jared--” Jensen tilts his face up for a kiss and Jared gives it to him, desperate and needy.
“Wanna fuck you, Jen,” Jared whispers, and the world snaps back into place--Jared’s fingers digging bruise deep into his hips, Jared’s length pressed hot and hard against his belly.
“God yes,” Jensen manages, and then he’s on his back and Jared’s pushing into him, a little too hard and a little too fast, sharp sting and burn from not enough prep that fades into pleasure in seconds, Jensen’s body too fucked out and lax to resist. “Christ, you’re big--” Jensen gasps, and Jared slows, lifts his head to look down at Jensen with concern.
“I can stop, I can--”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Jensen growls, and forces his sex weak legs up around Jared’s waist to pull him in deeper. Tilts his hips to meet the rough slam and grind of Jared’s body. “Been waiting--a long damn time for you to fuck me, Jay. I already said you’re not getting off that easy.”
Jared just grins down at him, an almost feral light in his eyes that sparks hot and electric up Jensen’s spine, whispers as he drags Jensen’s legs up over his shoulders. “Jack, nothing about this is gonna be easy.”
******
"Did you mean what you said?"
Jared tilts his head. Smiles, slow and lazy and satisfied. "That Icarus really likes you? Of course."
"No, not that!" Jensen says, mock severe. He tugs at the slightly sweaty curl nearest his face. "I meant...about--"
"I know what you meant, and yes, I did mean it. It might come as a shock to you, but I don't really do this sort of thing. I don't...I don't do relationships. It was hard for me in the past because I wasn't sure if people loved me for me. Tonight proved to me that you like me for who I am. And you might not love me now, but I've been falling for you since the day we met, and I can't hold it in any longer--"
"I love you too, Jared."
Jared stops, caught off guard by Jensen's abrupt admission. Jensen secretly revels in it, finally getting the chance to render Jared speechless. He snuggles closer to Jared’s warmth and Jared’s arms tighten around him. Jensen’s a little surprised by how much he likes it. Even covered in the remnants of sweat and come and lube left behind by their quick clean up, he’s never felt happier, safer or more loved. Jared doesn’t say anything, just kisses Jensen’s temple and curls his hand over Jensen’s heart. “Gonna sleep now,” Jensen mumbles, already halfway there, and lets the soft warmth of Jared’s lips on his shoulder follow him into sleep.