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why_me_why_notTitle: Death By Jensen
Author: ME! (Tabby)
Fandom/Pairing: SPN RPS, Jared/Jensen
Rating/Word Count: NC-17 (though it's really not explicit), just under 1400 words
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ltlredhairdgirl
Summary: Jensen teases Jared at dinner, Jared retaliates, things escalate from there.
A/N: Written foralli_everyday, who keeps me company via txt msgs during the day and keeps me from killing my coworkers. Kinda cracktastic. Blame it on alli. This developed out of some of our random txts and her prompt words. This was all written today and there was no fact checking or reasoning involved.
Jensen started it.
Really.
As if it wasn't enough that he had given Jared a heated look as he ordered the Death by Chocolate dessert and said it was a night for indulgences.
Mike had made a comment about Jensen needing to watch his figure, and Jensen had replied that he didn't have to; there were plenty of other people watching it for him. The good-natured teasing and easy banter was relaxing. It wasn't often that the four of them -- Jared, Jensen, Mike, and Tom -- got to have dinner together. So Jared was quite enjoying the evening until Jensen got his dessert.
Death by Chocolate, indeed. More like Death by Jensen.
Jared is amused, at first, by the way Jensen's eyes lit up at the sight of the layers of chocolate cake and mousse smothered with some type of chocolate syrup. Jared himself is pretty sure he could gain ten pounds just looking at it. Then Jensen digs into the cake and Jared's eyes follow the spoon all the way back up to Jensen's mouth, watching the way the mound(s) of chocolate slip between Jen's lips and imagining those lips wrapped around something else.
Jen pulls the spoon out slowly, swirling his tongue around it and making Jared shift uncomfortably in his seat. Jared's mesmerized by the sight, unable to look away as Jensen enjoys his dessert a little too much. He must be a little too entranced by the sight because he doesn't hear Mike calling his name until he breaks out the "Padalecki" part of it.
"Zoning out on us, Jared?" Tom asks with a laugh.
"No, it's just that Jensen's so pretty," Jared answers easily. "It's hard not to look."
There are laughs all around and they slip back into conversation, but Jensen is still teasing Jared. Jared knows Jensen knows he's watching.
Two can play at this game.
Jared slips off one of his sandals under the table and adjusts himself in his seat. His legs are far too long to actually slide up Jen's leg in the small space, so he settles for rubbing his foot along the back of Jensen's calf, curling his toes against the muscle there. Jensen jerks his leg away from Jared and hits the underside of the table, causing everything to shake.
"Um, Jared kicked me," Jensen says unconvincingly.
"Aww, are you two playing footsie under the table?"
"Yep," Jared answers, and they laugh it off as a joke, like he knew they would.
The four of them share a cab when they leave, and Jared calls shotgun and gives the driver his address first. He doesn't trust himself alone in the backseat with Jensen.
Back at the apartment, the first place Jensen heads is the kitchen. Jared rolls his eyes and follows him, wondering what the hell he's doing. He laughs when he sees Jensen stepping away from the fridge, a triumphant look in his eye and a bottle of chocolate syrup in his hand. "Man, I'm starting to think you're pregnant or PMSing. Something you forgot to tell me?"
Jensen grins and steps close to Jared. "The dessert was good." He kisses Jared, lightly, teasingly, and whispers, "But I think chocolate would taste even better mixed with the taste of Jared."
Jared growls and kisses Jensen hard before nudging him in the direction of the bedroom. He thinks he might like this idea. He also thinks it's an exercise that they'd better be naked for, so he starts stripping as he follows Jen down the hall.
"You realize this is gonna make our sheets all sticky, right?" Jared asks, kicking off his shoes as he enters the bedroom.
"We usually do." Jensen's stripping his clothes off as well.
"Well, stickier than usual, then." There's nothing on Jared's skin now but cool air and Jensen's heated gaze.
"So, whoever comes first," Jensen kisses Jared again, another teasing kiss, and pushes him backwards onto the bed, "has to wash them in the morning."
That sounds like a challenge to Jared, but he doesn't take the time to think about it because a naked Jensen is crawling onto the bed with him and he'll be damned if that's not a sight worth hanging on to.
Jensen grins as he drizzles the chocolate syrup on Jared's stomach. Jared jumps a bit -- the shit's cold! -- and Jen laughs as he leans down to catch a drop of chocolate between his tongue and Jared's body. Jensen makes Jared's stomach his canvas as he uses his tongue to paint with the syrup, swirling loops and curling lines that tickle and tingle, and Jared squirms underneath him.
When Jen moves lower, slides his tongue around the head of Jared's cock, Jared arches up to meet his mouth before remembering what Jensen had said about the sheets.
"Hey, I think you're cheating." He urges Jensen up so he can kiss him. "Not fair."
Jensen gives him a look of feigned innocence and slides his hand down Jared's belly, through the chocolate now smeared between them, and grasps Jared's cock. "Not cheating; you're just easy. I can still make you come first."
Jared thinks there's probably something depraved about turning this into a competition, but he reaches for Jen's cock anyways and wraps his hand around it, shifting in the bed so that they have a little more wiggle room between their bodies. Jen's got his mouth on Jared's neck, scraping his teeth against the skin and following that with his tongue, and his hand on Jared's cock is just rough enough to make Jared bite his lip and think he just might lose at this.
But if Jensen has a weakness, it's Jared's voice, so Jared whispers something that would make a sailor blush and is rewarded when he hears Jen whimper against his skin. He slides his hand a little faster and whispers random words like "hot" and "fuck" and "come" and Jensen does, biting down on Jared's neck when he does, and Jared's right behind him.
Jensen lets his full weight fall on Jared, rubbing their jizz and the chocolate syrup together between them, which is kinda awkward feeling and kinda gross, but Jared has other things to think about, like how Jensen's breathing slows in time with Jared's own heartbeat and both sounds are loud in the quiet room.
Jensen finally lifts his head and looks at Jared.
"I win." Jared says with a smirk.
"Shut up."
They fall asleep wrapped up in each other, but they don't stay that way. Jared's an active sleeper, moving all over the place and sprawling out -- Jensen swears he grows extra limbs when they're asleep -- and the sticky that was on their bellies when they fall asleep seems to be everywhere when Jared wakes.
With a slight groan, Jared rolls out of the bed and pads to the bathroom to turn on the shower. He pokes his head back in the bedroom and says, "Hey, Sleeping Beauty, how 'bout a shower?"
Jensen murmurs something but doesn't stir, so Jared steps into the shower alone, washing away the physical reminders of the night before. He's just about done when Jensen slips into the shower behind him, all naked and grinning and seriously, no one should be able to fall out of bed looking that damn hot, but Jensen manages. Jared wraps his arms around Jen, running his hands over his body, and kisses him, rubbing against him to let their cocks say their good morning as well. He wants to push Jen up against the shower wall, fuck him right here with the water turning cold against their backs, but he's selfish enough to think that food is a bigger priority. He knows that if they start something in the shower, they're gonna end up right back in the bed and breakfast will be a long way off, so he steps out and towels off with a promise of things to come -- they have all weekend, after all -- and makes his way to the kitchen to make omelets.
A short while later, he hears the washer cut on in the laundry room and smiles. He can never say Jen doesn't make good on his promises.
Author: ME! (Tabby)
Fandom/Pairing: SPN RPS, Jared/Jensen
Rating/Word Count: NC-17 (though it's really not explicit), just under 1400 words
Beta:
ltlredhairdgirlSummary: Jensen teases Jared at dinner, Jared retaliates, things escalate from there.
A/N: Written for
alli_everyday, who keeps me company via txt msgs during the day and keeps me from killing my coworkers. Kinda cracktastic. Blame it on alli. This developed out of some of our random txts and her prompt words. This was all written today and there was no fact checking or reasoning involved.Jensen started it.
Really.
As if it wasn't enough that he had given Jared a heated look as he ordered the Death by Chocolate dessert and said it was a night for indulgences.
Mike had made a comment about Jensen needing to watch his figure, and Jensen had replied that he didn't have to; there were plenty of other people watching it for him. The good-natured teasing and easy banter was relaxing. It wasn't often that the four of them -- Jared, Jensen, Mike, and Tom -- got to have dinner together. So Jared was quite enjoying the evening until Jensen got his dessert.
Death by Chocolate, indeed. More like Death by Jensen.
Jared is amused, at first, by the way Jensen's eyes lit up at the sight of the layers of chocolate cake and mousse smothered with some type of chocolate syrup. Jared himself is pretty sure he could gain ten pounds just looking at it. Then Jensen digs into the cake and Jared's eyes follow the spoon all the way back up to Jensen's mouth, watching the way the mound(s) of chocolate slip between Jen's lips and imagining those lips wrapped around something else.
Jen pulls the spoon out slowly, swirling his tongue around it and making Jared shift uncomfortably in his seat. Jared's mesmerized by the sight, unable to look away as Jensen enjoys his dessert a little too much. He must be a little too entranced by the sight because he doesn't hear Mike calling his name until he breaks out the "Padalecki" part of it.
"Zoning out on us, Jared?" Tom asks with a laugh.
"No, it's just that Jensen's so pretty," Jared answers easily. "It's hard not to look."
There are laughs all around and they slip back into conversation, but Jensen is still teasing Jared. Jared knows Jensen knows he's watching.
Two can play at this game.
Jared slips off one of his sandals under the table and adjusts himself in his seat. His legs are far too long to actually slide up Jen's leg in the small space, so he settles for rubbing his foot along the back of Jensen's calf, curling his toes against the muscle there. Jensen jerks his leg away from Jared and hits the underside of the table, causing everything to shake.
"Um, Jared kicked me," Jensen says unconvincingly.
"Aww, are you two playing footsie under the table?"
"Yep," Jared answers, and they laugh it off as a joke, like he knew they would.
The four of them share a cab when they leave, and Jared calls shotgun and gives the driver his address first. He doesn't trust himself alone in the backseat with Jensen.
Back at the apartment, the first place Jensen heads is the kitchen. Jared rolls his eyes and follows him, wondering what the hell he's doing. He laughs when he sees Jensen stepping away from the fridge, a triumphant look in his eye and a bottle of chocolate syrup in his hand. "Man, I'm starting to think you're pregnant or PMSing. Something you forgot to tell me?"
Jensen grins and steps close to Jared. "The dessert was good." He kisses Jared, lightly, teasingly, and whispers, "But I think chocolate would taste even better mixed with the taste of Jared."
Jared growls and kisses Jensen hard before nudging him in the direction of the bedroom. He thinks he might like this idea. He also thinks it's an exercise that they'd better be naked for, so he starts stripping as he follows Jen down the hall.
"You realize this is gonna make our sheets all sticky, right?" Jared asks, kicking off his shoes as he enters the bedroom.
"We usually do." Jensen's stripping his clothes off as well.
"Well, stickier than usual, then." There's nothing on Jared's skin now but cool air and Jensen's heated gaze.
"So, whoever comes first," Jensen kisses Jared again, another teasing kiss, and pushes him backwards onto the bed, "has to wash them in the morning."
That sounds like a challenge to Jared, but he doesn't take the time to think about it because a naked Jensen is crawling onto the bed with him and he'll be damned if that's not a sight worth hanging on to.
Jensen grins as he drizzles the chocolate syrup on Jared's stomach. Jared jumps a bit -- the shit's cold! -- and Jen laughs as he leans down to catch a drop of chocolate between his tongue and Jared's body. Jensen makes Jared's stomach his canvas as he uses his tongue to paint with the syrup, swirling loops and curling lines that tickle and tingle, and Jared squirms underneath him.
When Jen moves lower, slides his tongue around the head of Jared's cock, Jared arches up to meet his mouth before remembering what Jensen had said about the sheets.
"Hey, I think you're cheating." He urges Jensen up so he can kiss him. "Not fair."
Jensen gives him a look of feigned innocence and slides his hand down Jared's belly, through the chocolate now smeared between them, and grasps Jared's cock. "Not cheating; you're just easy. I can still make you come first."
Jared thinks there's probably something depraved about turning this into a competition, but he reaches for Jen's cock anyways and wraps his hand around it, shifting in the bed so that they have a little more wiggle room between their bodies. Jen's got his mouth on Jared's neck, scraping his teeth against the skin and following that with his tongue, and his hand on Jared's cock is just rough enough to make Jared bite his lip and think he just might lose at this.
But if Jensen has a weakness, it's Jared's voice, so Jared whispers something that would make a sailor blush and is rewarded when he hears Jen whimper against his skin. He slides his hand a little faster and whispers random words like "hot" and "fuck" and "come" and Jensen does, biting down on Jared's neck when he does, and Jared's right behind him.
Jensen lets his full weight fall on Jared, rubbing their jizz and the chocolate syrup together between them, which is kinda awkward feeling and kinda gross, but Jared has other things to think about, like how Jensen's breathing slows in time with Jared's own heartbeat and both sounds are loud in the quiet room.
Jensen finally lifts his head and looks at Jared.
"I win." Jared says with a smirk.
"Shut up."
They fall asleep wrapped up in each other, but they don't stay that way. Jared's an active sleeper, moving all over the place and sprawling out -- Jensen swears he grows extra limbs when they're asleep -- and the sticky that was on their bellies when they fall asleep seems to be everywhere when Jared wakes.
With a slight groan, Jared rolls out of the bed and pads to the bathroom to turn on the shower. He pokes his head back in the bedroom and says, "Hey, Sleeping Beauty, how 'bout a shower?"
Jensen murmurs something but doesn't stir, so Jared steps into the shower alone, washing away the physical reminders of the night before. He's just about done when Jensen slips into the shower behind him, all naked and grinning and seriously, no one should be able to fall out of bed looking that damn hot, but Jensen manages. Jared wraps his arms around Jen, running his hands over his body, and kisses him, rubbing against him to let their cocks say their good morning as well. He wants to push Jen up against the shower wall, fuck him right here with the water turning cold against their backs, but he's selfish enough to think that food is a bigger priority. He knows that if they start something in the shower, they're gonna end up right back in the bed and breakfast will be a long way off, so he steps out and towels off with a promise of things to come -- they have all weekend, after all -- and makes his way to the kitchen to make omelets.
A short while later, he hears the washer cut on in the laundry room and smiles. He can never say Jen doesn't make good on his promises.
