Title: Subtle Hints
Author: Little Miss GG
Characters: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2634
Disclaimer/claimer: I disclaim!
Warnings: RPS! And cross-dressing.
Notes/Summary: Jensen's going as Bond. Jared's going... to drive Jensen out of his mind apparently. Smutty, schmoopy, PWP.
James Bond is an entirely reasonable fancy-dress choice for a respectable man in his thirties. Also, maybe, a lazy choice for a man already in possession of a tuxedo and a full props department choice of weaponry.
Jared decided to go in a French Maid’s outfit.
The why’s and the wherefore and the sheer level of Tequila that had been in his system at the time of that particular decision are neither relevant or even that well remembered.
And what Jensen is certain of, is that even if he could remember, he would have forgotten along with everything else he’s ever learned in his life the second Jared stepped through the door in his costume.
In theory a man over six foot tall should not look that good in a tacky nylon outfit designed for busty women under five foot five. As it happens reality pays utter disregard to the theory and Jared steps through the doorway looking like - like something very pornographic.
His legs (oh god, his legs which are going on forever) are clad in sheer black tights which, as he turns, Jensen realises are not tights but stockings, held in place by dainty little black silk straps and little black bows.
The actual dress itself is impossibly short, Jensen’s certain their going to be on the wrong side of some decency laws as soon as Jared steps into a public place. It’s black and silky looking with white lace trim - everywhere. It’s even cut away to emphasise cleavage but instead just reveals the smooth expanse of Jared’s tanned chest. Jensen remembers to ridicule him for waxing - just as soon as he can remember how to speak.
Of course all of this would be fine if it weren’t finished off by the ludicrous little black bonnet and what must be four inch black stiletto heels. How Jared ever found heels big enough for his freakishly huge feet is a mystery.
“How’d I look?” Jared laughs and twirls round, almost toppling over on his heels. Jensen smiles weakly and adjusts his bow-tie.
“Like a ten dollar crossing-dressing hooker?”
“Great! C’mon, you’ve gotta drive there’s no way I’ll manage in these things.” Jared motions the shoes, picks up his cell and makes for the door.
“Great.” Jensen echoes, a little dazed. He pats down his pockets making sure he has everything he needs and squeezes his eyes shut for second. Maybe he’s just had a terrible head injury and when he wakes up this will all have been some very disturbing wet dream.
* * * * *
The party is pretty tame. Everyone is impressed with Jared’s dedication to the theme and he’s lapping up the attention but every time Jensen looks over at him Jared’s looking back at Jensen like he’s the only one in the room. Of course Jensen tries to avoid looking for fear of spontaneously self-combusting.
Thing is… The thing is… Jensen’s pretty sure there’s something going on between them and it’s been going on for a while now. They got invited to this party on one invitation - Jared had smiled and shrugged. Guess I’m your date, huh? And Jensen had sat at the kitchen table for an hour frowning at the gaudy pink slip of paper.
There’s been flirting that goes beyond the usual banter, touches that last just a fraction longer than they would in the past. Looks that linger and dirty smiles that spread across Jared’s smug face like a fucking sunrise. It’s all boiling up inside Jensen and tonight all that seems to have risen to the surface, every move is calculated, heavy with the weight of layered meanings.
Thing is Jensen’s sort of worried it’s all an act. He’s not sure that Jared’s not just engaged some elaborate scheme to show Jensen up, just another prank between pals. He thinks he might kill himself if Jared’s only in it for the punch-line.
But then, after only an hour or so at the party, Jared puts down his drink and leans up against Jensen, stocking clad legs either side of Jensen’s thigh and whispers in his ear; “Wanna get outta here?”
Jensen knows he should pull back, double check there’s no trace of mockery in Jared’s expression, but he wants it so bad he resolves to just kick Jared’s ass extra hard if it all ends with hidden cameras and gay-chicken.
The whole way home Jensen is aware of Jared’s eyes boring into the side of his head. He tries to keep his eyes focused on the road and not on the way the little bows are slightly off centre on Jared’s thighs and slipping inwards, in between his legs…
Somehow they get home in one piece, although Jensen feels the need to check the front grill just to make sure he didn’t accidently catch any small furry animals while he was not looking at Jared’s thighs.
As soon as they’re through the door the air changes. Everything shifts, and Jensen finds himself pressed awkwardly against the table by the door, his keys still hanging off his fingers and Jared up in his face.
There’s a breathless second or two and then Jared leans down and covers Jen’s mouth with his own. Jensen feels a little off kilter, waiting for a shout or a laugh or a signal that this is all just teasing. When none comes he tentatively reaches out and curls his fingers in Jared’s hair. Finally they break apart at Jen can’t stop staring at Jared’s lips.
“Tell me I’m not wrong.” All that cocky smirking attitude is gone and Jared looks just about ready to explode.
“You’re--” Jensen pushes himself up, off the table, standing at full height (which is still inches shorted than Jared in those fucking heels). He feels exactly like someone just told him up was down and he considers again the possibility that he could be in a coma somewhere having these strange erotic dreams.
“You, you want this. Right? I’m not wrong, not making a total ass of myself?” Jared twirls the edge of his skirt between his huge fingers.
Jensen shakes his head and finally gets the keys off his fingers. He scrubs his hand through his hair and stares wide-eyed at the vision before him.
“I thought you might be playing gay chicken.”
“What’s a gay chicken?” Jared tips his head to side, his brow creasing slightly.
“I dunno, you’re the one with a thing for poultry.” Jensen laughs lightly and Jared rolls his eyes. Jensen steps into the space between them and curls his fingers back into Jared’s hair, tugging him close.
“You’re not wrong. You’re so not wrong.” They make out in the middle of the hallway for a while, looking like the rejected extras from the Rocky Horror picture show and then Jensen can’t hold back. He pushes Jared backward through the house, into the kitchen, catching him as he staggers on his heels until finally he has Jared pressed up against the counter. He pulls back and rests his hands heavily on Jared’s hips. He looks down at the outfit and shakes his head again.
“You sure are subtle.”
“Please! I’ve been subtle for a fucking year! You are the single most clueless human being I’ve ever met.” Jared laughs and runs his hands over Jensen’s jacket before sliding his hand underneath and pushing it off, down Jen’s arms.
Jensen flushes at the thought of Jared liking him back, for a while, and kicks himself for being so hesitant.
“I-- I’ve been thinking about doing the most-- God Jared this fucking dress.” Jensen presses his forehead to Jared’s, laughing breathlessly as his lets his fingers glides across Jared’s thigh, touching those little black bows and shivering. Jared presses into every touch, looping his arm round Jensen’s neck to pull him close while he grips the edge of the counter top with the other. Jensen’s aware that he’s about to answer one of life’s great questions: namely, is Jared wearing any panties under this skirt? He slides his fingers further up under the layers of nylon and lace and then finds his fingers brushing against the unmistakable firm line of Jared’s cock. Jensen smirks into the kiss. “You fucking slut.” The words are out before his brain’s even remembered what speech is.
Jared whines, an unmistakable shiver running right through him as he spreads his legs a little wider. In one fluid movement Jensen drops to his knees (and yeah, he feels pretty fucking cool right about now) and he pushes the skirt right up holding in place with one arm across Jared’s stomach which also effectively pins him.
Jensen licks is lips and leans close, laying a line of kisses along those thighs that have been tormenting him all night before moving on up to the crease at the top of Jared’s thigh. He licks a slow, wet line and then wraps his fist around the base of Jared’s cock. With one look up at Jared staring down, lips parted, chest heaving, Jensen licks a long line from root to tip and then takes the head into his mouth. Jared kicks the cabinets behind him and scrabbles for purchase, his hand grabbing hungrily at the back of Jensen’s head.
Jensen pulls off, raises an eyebrow at Jared in warning and then goes back to the job in hand… Jared moans but takes the hint, reaches up and grabs at the cupboard handles behind him. It’s fast and hot and Jensen adores the way Jared whimpers and moans and sounds so fucking outraged when Jensen curls his tongue and presses the point hard into the slit of his cock. But it’s not enough, not by a long shot. Jensen pulls off with a wet pop and gets to his feet with just a little less flare than he had going down.
Jared moan and grabs Jensen for another kiss, deep and hard this time, rutting up against Jensen’s suited thigh. Eventually Jen pulls back, smiling and flushed. He grabs Jared’s hips again and spins him so that Jared is presses back to Jensen’s chest.
“I’m gonna bend you over and show you just what this outfit does to me Jared.”
“Oh Jesus. Yes-- I just-- yes!”
Jensen presses against the back of Jared’s neck lightly and watches him bend down over the counter so willingly. Jensen can’t help watching the way the skirt rises up in back and the heels make Jared raise his ass right up.
Jared rests his head on his forearms, face pressed to one side, watching Jensen from the corner of his eye.
Jensen runs his palm slowly up the back of Jared’s thigh, letting his finger-tips catch the top of the stockings before skimming across burning hot flesh. Finally he gathers the skirt in his hand lifts it slowly. He breaths out real slow as Jared’s round, naked ass is exposed.
Jensen rubs his palms over Jared’s ass appreciatively, pressing his thumb against the plump flesh gently before pulling back and landing a playful smack against one cheek. Jared grunts against his arm and then arches back, looks over his shoulder, his bonnet tilted awkwardly. Jensen spanks him again, this time letting his fingers dig into the pink skin on Jared’s bare ass and watches Jared’s eyes slip shut just a little.
“I’m gonna fuck you. Right here.”
“Oh fuck… Do it, do it, just-- Wait…” Jared spreads his fingers against the counter and then pushes himself up and leans over. Jensen makes a startled, unhappy noise at which Jared laughs and turn to kiss him quickly. He leans across the counter and hooks open the top drawer which houses all the random junk that doesn’t have better home yet. Jensen hates the drawer but Jared continually leaves everything from take-out menus to his keys in there.
Jared balances awkwardly on his heels and scrabbles in the drawer for a moment and then he’s back with a triumphant smile and a bottle of KY in his hand. He presses it to Jensen’s palm with a sloppy kiss before bending back over the counter.
“You keep KY in the kitchen?”
“You really wanna know right now?” Jared’s voice is deep and strained, just a little breathless.
“I really don’t.” Jensen yanks open his flies and pushes his pants and shorts down to his knees. He doesn’t take very much care as he up ends the bottle, pouring the gel all over his dick and his palm, letting it drip between them and slip down the backs of Jared’s thighs. He rubs two fingers against Jared’s hole, no pressure at first, just teasing - but when Jared whines and bucks beneath him Jensen just presses them right in, listening to Jared groan.
He twists his fingers round and round, feeling his knuckles press up against Jared’s insides and making him gasp out Jensen’s name. With his free hand Jensen is pulling Jared’s dress up and out of the way, pushing it up his back so that his lower half is framed simply by the suspenders and the belt about Jared’s waist. Jared pushes back into Jensen’s fingers and Jensen can’t wait a second longer. He holds Jared still with one hand and grips the length of his cock in the other, guiding himself right up against Jared’s hole, head just pressing inside and then, biting on his lip, he pushes in hard.
Jared’s knee knocks against the counter as he squirms, simultaneously crying out at too much and just enough of Jensen’s cock. Jensen doesn’t waste any more time, he’s pulling back almost too soon and then slamming home again, yelling with every thrust. Jared scrabbles desperately at the counter top, at his dress, even reaching behind himself to tug at Jensen - anything to hold on to while Jensen fucks him into next week.
It’s hard and fast and it’s not going to last very long but that doesn’t matter, it’s too good to last any way. Jared moans and pushes himself up on his forearms, one hand dipping beneath his silky, trashy skirt to grab his cock and jerk himself roughly. Jensen grabs Jared’s hips, pulls him back onto every thrust, a stream of utter filth falling from his lips before he clenches his teeth and feels his orgasm rushing up his spine.
“I’m-- I’m gonna…”
“Yeah, yeah, Jen--” Jared’s free hand reaches back and grabs a handful of Jensen’s ass, pulling him in as close as he can. Jensen growls as he empties himself inside Jared, the world turning shiny and sparkly behind his eyes. He staggers slightly behind Jared, goes to move back but is stopped by Jared’s nails still in his ass.
“Wait-- Don’t, not just yet. I need… I want you in me…”
“Oh God!” Jensen lean over and presses his forehead to Jared’s exposed back, unable to bare the fucking heat of that statement. He pushes his hips forward, his dick softening up inside Jared. Jared jacks his fist faster, desperate mewling noises as he gets closer. Jensen reaches up and grabs a handful of Jared’s too long hair, pulling his head back at an awkward angle.
“Come on slut, come for me.” Before he’s even half way through his sentence
Jared is crying out and coming all over the front of their cabinets.
Jensen finally pulls out, making them both groan, and then spins Jared, pressing into him and kissing him slow and lazy. He nuzzles at Jared’s neck for a moment and runs his hands down Jared’s sides tugging at the cheap costume and chuckling.
“I really want to get out of this damn thing.”
“Why Mr Bond, are you trying to take advantage of me?” Jared sounds sleepy and dopey, grinning against Jensen’s cheek.
“Definitely.”
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Author: Little Miss GG
Characters: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2634
Disclaimer/claimer: I disclaim!
Warnings: RPS! And cross-dressing.
Notes/Summary: Jensen's going as Bond. Jared's going... to drive Jensen out of his mind apparently. Smutty, schmoopy, PWP.
- The kitty made me do it.
- This fic was inspired by crimsonkitty’s twisted mind and this outfit. Neither are very WS.
- This is my first RPS.
James Bond is an entirely reasonable fancy-dress choice for a respectable man in his thirties. Also, maybe, a lazy choice for a man already in possession of a tuxedo and a full props department choice of weaponry.
Jared decided to go in a French Maid’s outfit.
The why’s and the wherefore and the sheer level of Tequila that had been in his system at the time of that particular decision are neither relevant or even that well remembered.
And what Jensen is certain of, is that even if he could remember, he would have forgotten along with everything else he’s ever learned in his life the second Jared stepped through the door in his costume.
In theory a man over six foot tall should not look that good in a tacky nylon outfit designed for busty women under five foot five. As it happens reality pays utter disregard to the theory and Jared steps through the doorway looking like - like something very pornographic.
His legs (oh god, his legs which are going on forever) are clad in sheer black tights which, as he turns, Jensen realises are not tights but stockings, held in place by dainty little black silk straps and little black bows.
The actual dress itself is impossibly short, Jensen’s certain their going to be on the wrong side of some decency laws as soon as Jared steps into a public place. It’s black and silky looking with white lace trim - everywhere. It’s even cut away to emphasise cleavage but instead just reveals the smooth expanse of Jared’s tanned chest. Jensen remembers to ridicule him for waxing - just as soon as he can remember how to speak.
Of course all of this would be fine if it weren’t finished off by the ludicrous little black bonnet and what must be four inch black stiletto heels. How Jared ever found heels big enough for his freakishly huge feet is a mystery.
“How’d I look?” Jared laughs and twirls round, almost toppling over on his heels. Jensen smiles weakly and adjusts his bow-tie.
“Like a ten dollar crossing-dressing hooker?”
“Great! C’mon, you’ve gotta drive there’s no way I’ll manage in these things.” Jared motions the shoes, picks up his cell and makes for the door.
“Great.” Jensen echoes, a little dazed. He pats down his pockets making sure he has everything he needs and squeezes his eyes shut for second. Maybe he’s just had a terrible head injury and when he wakes up this will all have been some very disturbing wet dream.
* * * * *
The party is pretty tame. Everyone is impressed with Jared’s dedication to the theme and he’s lapping up the attention but every time Jensen looks over at him Jared’s looking back at Jensen like he’s the only one in the room. Of course Jensen tries to avoid looking for fear of spontaneously self-combusting.
Thing is… The thing is… Jensen’s pretty sure there’s something going on between them and it’s been going on for a while now. They got invited to this party on one invitation - Jared had smiled and shrugged. Guess I’m your date, huh? And Jensen had sat at the kitchen table for an hour frowning at the gaudy pink slip of paper.
There’s been flirting that goes beyond the usual banter, touches that last just a fraction longer than they would in the past. Looks that linger and dirty smiles that spread across Jared’s smug face like a fucking sunrise. It’s all boiling up inside Jensen and tonight all that seems to have risen to the surface, every move is calculated, heavy with the weight of layered meanings.
Thing is Jensen’s sort of worried it’s all an act. He’s not sure that Jared’s not just engaged some elaborate scheme to show Jensen up, just another prank between pals. He thinks he might kill himself if Jared’s only in it for the punch-line.
But then, after only an hour or so at the party, Jared puts down his drink and leans up against Jensen, stocking clad legs either side of Jensen’s thigh and whispers in his ear; “Wanna get outta here?”
Jensen knows he should pull back, double check there’s no trace of mockery in Jared’s expression, but he wants it so bad he resolves to just kick Jared’s ass extra hard if it all ends with hidden cameras and gay-chicken.
The whole way home Jensen is aware of Jared’s eyes boring into the side of his head. He tries to keep his eyes focused on the road and not on the way the little bows are slightly off centre on Jared’s thighs and slipping inwards, in between his legs…
Somehow they get home in one piece, although Jensen feels the need to check the front grill just to make sure he didn’t accidently catch any small furry animals while he was not looking at Jared’s thighs.
As soon as they’re through the door the air changes. Everything shifts, and Jensen finds himself pressed awkwardly against the table by the door, his keys still hanging off his fingers and Jared up in his face.
There’s a breathless second or two and then Jared leans down and covers Jen’s mouth with his own. Jensen feels a little off kilter, waiting for a shout or a laugh or a signal that this is all just teasing. When none comes he tentatively reaches out and curls his fingers in Jared’s hair. Finally they break apart at Jen can’t stop staring at Jared’s lips.
“Tell me I’m not wrong.” All that cocky smirking attitude is gone and Jared looks just about ready to explode.
“You’re--” Jensen pushes himself up, off the table, standing at full height (which is still inches shorted than Jared in those fucking heels). He feels exactly like someone just told him up was down and he considers again the possibility that he could be in a coma somewhere having these strange erotic dreams.
“You, you want this. Right? I’m not wrong, not making a total ass of myself?” Jared twirls the edge of his skirt between his huge fingers.
Jensen shakes his head and finally gets the keys off his fingers. He scrubs his hand through his hair and stares wide-eyed at the vision before him.
“I thought you might be playing gay chicken.”
“What’s a gay chicken?” Jared tips his head to side, his brow creasing slightly.
“I dunno, you’re the one with a thing for poultry.” Jensen laughs lightly and Jared rolls his eyes. Jensen steps into the space between them and curls his fingers back into Jared’s hair, tugging him close.
“You’re not wrong. You’re so not wrong.” They make out in the middle of the hallway for a while, looking like the rejected extras from the Rocky Horror picture show and then Jensen can’t hold back. He pushes Jared backward through the house, into the kitchen, catching him as he staggers on his heels until finally he has Jared pressed up against the counter. He pulls back and rests his hands heavily on Jared’s hips. He looks down at the outfit and shakes his head again.
“You sure are subtle.”
“Please! I’ve been subtle for a fucking year! You are the single most clueless human being I’ve ever met.” Jared laughs and runs his hands over Jensen’s jacket before sliding his hand underneath and pushing it off, down Jen’s arms.
Jensen flushes at the thought of Jared liking him back, for a while, and kicks himself for being so hesitant.
“I-- I’ve been thinking about doing the most-- God Jared this fucking dress.” Jensen presses his forehead to Jared’s, laughing breathlessly as his lets his fingers glides across Jared’s thigh, touching those little black bows and shivering. Jared presses into every touch, looping his arm round Jensen’s neck to pull him close while he grips the edge of the counter top with the other. Jensen’s aware that he’s about to answer one of life’s great questions: namely, is Jared wearing any panties under this skirt? He slides his fingers further up under the layers of nylon and lace and then finds his fingers brushing against the unmistakable firm line of Jared’s cock. Jensen smirks into the kiss. “You fucking slut.” The words are out before his brain’s even remembered what speech is.
Jared whines, an unmistakable shiver running right through him as he spreads his legs a little wider. In one fluid movement Jensen drops to his knees (and yeah, he feels pretty fucking cool right about now) and he pushes the skirt right up holding in place with one arm across Jared’s stomach which also effectively pins him.
Jensen licks is lips and leans close, laying a line of kisses along those thighs that have been tormenting him all night before moving on up to the crease at the top of Jared’s thigh. He licks a slow, wet line and then wraps his fist around the base of Jared’s cock. With one look up at Jared staring down, lips parted, chest heaving, Jensen licks a long line from root to tip and then takes the head into his mouth. Jared kicks the cabinets behind him and scrabbles for purchase, his hand grabbing hungrily at the back of Jensen’s head.
Jensen pulls off, raises an eyebrow at Jared in warning and then goes back to the job in hand… Jared moans but takes the hint, reaches up and grabs at the cupboard handles behind him. It’s fast and hot and Jensen adores the way Jared whimpers and moans and sounds so fucking outraged when Jensen curls his tongue and presses the point hard into the slit of his cock. But it’s not enough, not by a long shot. Jensen pulls off with a wet pop and gets to his feet with just a little less flare than he had going down.
Jared moan and grabs Jensen for another kiss, deep and hard this time, rutting up against Jensen’s suited thigh. Eventually Jen pulls back, smiling and flushed. He grabs Jared’s hips again and spins him so that Jared is presses back to Jensen’s chest.
“I’m gonna bend you over and show you just what this outfit does to me Jared.”
“Oh Jesus. Yes-- I just-- yes!”
Jensen presses against the back of Jared’s neck lightly and watches him bend down over the counter so willingly. Jensen can’t help watching the way the skirt rises up in back and the heels make Jared raise his ass right up.
Jared rests his head on his forearms, face pressed to one side, watching Jensen from the corner of his eye.
Jensen runs his palm slowly up the back of Jared’s thigh, letting his finger-tips catch the top of the stockings before skimming across burning hot flesh. Finally he gathers the skirt in his hand lifts it slowly. He breaths out real slow as Jared’s round, naked ass is exposed.
Jensen rubs his palms over Jared’s ass appreciatively, pressing his thumb against the plump flesh gently before pulling back and landing a playful smack against one cheek. Jared grunts against his arm and then arches back, looks over his shoulder, his bonnet tilted awkwardly. Jensen spanks him again, this time letting his fingers dig into the pink skin on Jared’s bare ass and watches Jared’s eyes slip shut just a little.
“I’m gonna fuck you. Right here.”
“Oh fuck… Do it, do it, just-- Wait…” Jared spreads his fingers against the counter and then pushes himself up and leans over. Jensen makes a startled, unhappy noise at which Jared laughs and turn to kiss him quickly. He leans across the counter and hooks open the top drawer which houses all the random junk that doesn’t have better home yet. Jensen hates the drawer but Jared continually leaves everything from take-out menus to his keys in there.
Jared balances awkwardly on his heels and scrabbles in the drawer for a moment and then he’s back with a triumphant smile and a bottle of KY in his hand. He presses it to Jensen’s palm with a sloppy kiss before bending back over the counter.
“You keep KY in the kitchen?”
“You really wanna know right now?” Jared’s voice is deep and strained, just a little breathless.
“I really don’t.” Jensen yanks open his flies and pushes his pants and shorts down to his knees. He doesn’t take very much care as he up ends the bottle, pouring the gel all over his dick and his palm, letting it drip between them and slip down the backs of Jared’s thighs. He rubs two fingers against Jared’s hole, no pressure at first, just teasing - but when Jared whines and bucks beneath him Jensen just presses them right in, listening to Jared groan.
He twists his fingers round and round, feeling his knuckles press up against Jared’s insides and making him gasp out Jensen’s name. With his free hand Jensen is pulling Jared’s dress up and out of the way, pushing it up his back so that his lower half is framed simply by the suspenders and the belt about Jared’s waist. Jared pushes back into Jensen’s fingers and Jensen can’t wait a second longer. He holds Jared still with one hand and grips the length of his cock in the other, guiding himself right up against Jared’s hole, head just pressing inside and then, biting on his lip, he pushes in hard.
Jared’s knee knocks against the counter as he squirms, simultaneously crying out at too much and just enough of Jensen’s cock. Jensen doesn’t waste any more time, he’s pulling back almost too soon and then slamming home again, yelling with every thrust. Jared scrabbles desperately at the counter top, at his dress, even reaching behind himself to tug at Jensen - anything to hold on to while Jensen fucks him into next week.
It’s hard and fast and it’s not going to last very long but that doesn’t matter, it’s too good to last any way. Jared moans and pushes himself up on his forearms, one hand dipping beneath his silky, trashy skirt to grab his cock and jerk himself roughly. Jensen grabs Jared’s hips, pulls him back onto every thrust, a stream of utter filth falling from his lips before he clenches his teeth and feels his orgasm rushing up his spine.
“I’m-- I’m gonna…”
“Yeah, yeah, Jen--” Jared’s free hand reaches back and grabs a handful of Jensen’s ass, pulling him in as close as he can. Jensen growls as he empties himself inside Jared, the world turning shiny and sparkly behind his eyes. He staggers slightly behind Jared, goes to move back but is stopped by Jared’s nails still in his ass.
“Wait-- Don’t, not just yet. I need… I want you in me…”
“Oh God!” Jensen lean over and presses his forehead to Jared’s exposed back, unable to bare the fucking heat of that statement. He pushes his hips forward, his dick softening up inside Jared. Jared jacks his fist faster, desperate mewling noises as he gets closer. Jensen reaches up and grabs a handful of Jared’s too long hair, pulling his head back at an awkward angle.
“Come on slut, come for me.” Before he’s even half way through his sentence
Jared is crying out and coming all over the front of their cabinets.
Jensen finally pulls out, making them both groan, and then spins Jared, pressing into him and kissing him slow and lazy. He nuzzles at Jared’s neck for a moment and runs his hands down Jared’s sides tugging at the cheap costume and chuckling.
“I really want to get out of this damn thing.”
“Why Mr Bond, are you trying to take advantage of me?” Jared sounds sleepy and dopey, grinning against Jensen’s cheek.
“Definitely.”
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