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Throw Your Arms Around Me
current location: hiding
current mood: naughty
current song: a little help from my friends-the beatles
A little late night PWP. Who knows where this came from? Certainly not me. I just started typing and this is what happened. I think the boys were whispering in my ear. So it's after midnight. Jared got in late. He's tippy toeing to the john and he hears something that stops him in his tracks. :D
The door to Jensen’s bedroom is ajar, and when Jared pads past on his way to the bathroom, he hears the unmistakable slap slap of flesh on bare flesh. He stumbles to a halt, swaying on the balls of his feet, wracking his brain to remember a previous time when he’d accidentally overheard Jensen getting himself off. Only feet away. In his bed. Maybe naked. Maybe with just his pajamas pulled low enough to expose his.... The nerves endings along Jared’s spine spark like pop rocks at the picture he’s conjured, and he opens his mouth before he can take time to think about it, and calls out.
“Jen? You in there?”
It’s a stupid question. The sounds cut off so abruptly Jared winces in sympathy. That has to smart. Jensen’s voice is a little stifled when he answers.
“Uh. Yeah, Jared. What do you want? And don’t come in here. I’m...mmm...busy.”
The rustle of sheets is a dead give away, as is Jensen’s husky voice. Jared reaches forward and wraps his fingers around the edge of the door, tugging it open enough to see a sliver of the room bathed in a stripe of soft lamplight. He can also see Jensen's bare calf and his toes where they’re pressed down on the mattress. The kind of toe press that leads to hip lifts and self-assisted orgasms. Jared squeezes his eyes shut and inches his way into the room pretending if he can’t see Jensen, Jensen won’t be able to see him.
“Jared, you freak. I told you to stay the fuck out.”
“I know. I know. But I wanna see what you’re doing, Jen. Just in case you like...need help or something.”
Jensen snorts. “I don’t need help. Not since I was eleven years old.”
“Yeah? You been jerking off since eleven?” Jared inches closer to the bed, keeping his eyes averted. “I was fourteen my first time.”
The bed sheets whisper. When Jared risks a peek, he sees Jensen slumped lower on his spine, hand working purposefully under the covering linen.
“Jare.” Jensen sounds a little breathless. “Could we have this conversation later? I need to...”
“Just want to help you,” Jared breathes as he makes his move.
His body bends over Jensen, one hand closing on his shoulder. He leans in, watching deep green eyes widen. Full lips part in protest. Then Jared is kissing Jensen, not able to help himself. The musky perfume of wet cock teems in his nostrils. He kneads the flare of collarbone under his fingertips, getting one knee up on the bed as Jensen’s tongue takes a first curious taste of his own.
The bed is rocking with Jensen’s increased efforts. The squelch of wet skin blends with the ragged hiss of panted breath between them. Jared expects Jensen to stop him. They’ve never done anything like this before.
He hitches a hand under the sheet, pads of his fingers stroking the light trail of hair leading to Jensen’s groin. They shift, Jensen leaning up hungrily into the increasingly fervent kiss, his elbow crooked tightly around Jared’s neck. His hand pumps faster, the rise and fall of his bare chest shiny with sweat.
“What are you doing to me,” he gasps against Jared’s lips.
“Be quiet. Just feel it, Jen.”
Finding Jensen’s fist, Jared curls his own around it, covering Jensen’s mouth with deeper kisses when he makes low, choked sounds at the back of his throat. The cock shared between them is steel and velvet, the softer crown dripping a sticky fluid into the curls at its base.
They jack it together, Jared enthralled by the feel of Jensen’s prick under his hand, the hardness of it an intoxicating contrast to the softness of Jensen’s mouth, flavored with a cloying, narcotic taste like raspberries that have lain in the summer sun too long, wine-sweet. Slightly bristled stubble rubs the contours of Jared’s mouth. He licks into the warmth with a curl of his tongue.
Jensen’s spine stretches out, heels digging down for purchase. His grip on himself tightens, speeding the pressure along the length of his cock. His eyes blink wide, then snap shut. His orgasm liquifies. Jared holds the pleasure-racked body flat, working his own hand slower, easing Jensen down in the messy aftermath.
“That good?” Jared lifts a little so he can see Jensen’s sweat-limned face, cheek resting on the pillow, green gaze hazy with pleasure.
“Yeah, you could say that." He chuckles softly, shaking his head, the sexed-up mess of his hair making him look deliciously, freshly fucked. "Real good. Now get your pants off, Jared. I want you to feel real good too.”
Jared doesn't have to be told twice.
You can write shameless porn ANYTIME you want, lady!
Phew! *fans self*