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Roleplay	By : AlishaV Category: Individual Celebrities > Jensen Ackles Views: 3739 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the Supernatural characters, nor do I know Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki. This is total fiction, on which I make absolutely no money. (Sad but true.)

Chapter List
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They made it through the final scene in just under three hours – even with the forty-five minutes it took to put the boys back together.
Funny how no one said anything about that. Normally, Phil lost his shit over any delay while filming, but when the stars had shown up ten minutes late, looking like they’d been in a friggin’ bar brawl, the director had just rolled his eyes and called in the team to, “Fix it. Now!”
Sarah entirely redid their make-up – since most of it had been either licked or sweated off – and Shane made it so you couldn’t even tell Jensen’s costume had been torn. The kid was a sewing ninja. Shane also cleaned the knees of Jared’s pants without even one sarcastic comment about how they’d gotten so dirty in the first place. He did smirk and cast meaningful glances at Jared’s erection the whole time, though.
Bah. Whatever.
That’s what confidentiality agreements were written into contracts for, right? Everyone on the crew may suspect their asses off, but no one really knew if Jensen and Jared were fooling around off camera.    No one knew a damn thing.
And Jensen wanted to keep it that way; which was why when Phil yelled, “Cut. That’s a wrap, people!” he instantaneously pried Jared’s hands off his ass and rolled away.
Jared was messed up. It was obvious. His breath was coming in gulps, every muscle was rigid, and he was doing that teeth-bared/jaw-clenched thing – the one he did when he was just seconds away from losing it. Scary how Jensen knew that about him, come to think of it.
Jensen held out his hand to help Jared off the bed when – abruptly – the silence onset erupted into clapping. There was a babble of congratulatory voices:
“Seemed totally real.”
“Amazing work.”
“Can’t believe you guys did it!”
“Nailed that shit!”
Jensen slipped on an ‘Aw, shucks’ grin. “All in a day’s work, folks,” he said with a bow. “Let it never be said two straight guys can’t pull off a smokin’ hot sex scene.” He caught Shane’s gaze as he said it and the little bastard winked.
Jensen tossed a wink back at him – why not? – then turned to check out how his co-star was doing.
Jared was standing there looking...preoccupied? His shoulders were hunched, as if he was in pain. Hell, he probably was in pain. His balls had to be a pretty interesting shade of blue by now. Jensen gave his friend’s arm a squeeze, silently warning him to pull it together.
Jared managed to put on a strained, closed-lip smile, but he didn’t say anything to anyone, just started moving through the crowd, pulling Jensen along behind him.
“Uh. Excuse us,” Jensen said, his face bright red. He was being hauled away like an errant child, for God’s sake. “Be right back.”
He didn’t get a chance to bitch his friend out about it. As soon as they rounded the first corner, Jared crushed him up against the wall. “I’m dying, Jen,” he groaned, between hot, open-mouthed kisses.   “Fuck. I need—”
Jensen successfully defied the urge to melt into a boneless puddle and instead gave Jared a shove, sending his friend back a step. “Not here!”
First Jared was surprised. Then he was hurt.
Ah, Padalecki was readable again. At that precise instant, Jensen kind of wished he wasn’t. He hated seeing that expression on his friend’s face. And hated even more that he’d put it there.
Even though discretion was definitely in order – a fact Jared didn’t seem to have grasped yet – Jensen moved in close once more. “Not here, Jay,” he said again in a gentler tone, taking Jared’s face between his hands. “My place. Twenty minutes. Okay?”
Relief flashed in Jared’s eyes. He turned his head and pressed a kiss into Jensen’s palm. “No, my place. I have to let the dogs out.” He gave Jensen that beautiful, heart-breaking smile of his. “Don’t keep me waiting, Gorgeous. I may not make it.”
***
Jensen rushed through his shower and was en-route to Jared’s house in less than ten minutes, streaks of make-up still coloring his skin, his dress shirt only half done up.
When his cell started singing Crazy Town’s ‘Butterfly’ Jensen was so startled he almost took out a parked car. Butterfly was Dani’s song. He didn’t answer and after five rings the call went through to voice mail. A morbidly cheerful ‘chirp’ sounded a few seconds later, letting Jensen know his girlfriend had left a message.
Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!
In the interest of not accidentally killing anyone, Jensen pulled over.
After a few painful seconds of the ‘should he-shouldn’t he’ game, Jensen fished the phone out of his pocket and flipped it open.
“Hey, sexy. Guess you’re not done filming yet. Lucky you!” His girlfriend – fiancée, if you wanted to get technical about it – laughed. It was a normal, happy sound, completely at odds with the dread crawling up Jensen’s spine. “I did try to get the weekend off so I could make your guys’ wrap party, but no go. Sorry. It was a long shot anyway. But, hey, I can’t wait to see you on Tuesday. And then we’ll have three whole weeks together. Yay! I booked us that room again. Another laugh, this one huskier – more intimate. Maybe we can top our record for consecutive days in bed, huh? Love you tons. Can’t wait to see you! Give me a call when you’re through – I’m dying to know how the shoot went. Bye.
Jared’s voice whispered through his head: “I’m dying!”
Jensen dropped his skull against the steering wheel, thwacking an imprint of leather into his forehead. What the hell was he doing? He was supposed to be married in a year. He’d planned to ask Jared to be his best man, for God’s sake! How the fuck could they to do this and then carry on as if nothing had happened? The answer, of course, was they couldn’t.
But maybe...
No.
Another head thwack. He might never get that imprint out.
No!
It was time to pull back. To just get it together already.   Jensen didn’t fuck around when he was in a committed relationship, and he didn’t believe Jared would either – if he was thinking straight – which, apparently, neither of them were.
What they needed to do was put the last two days completely behind them. Pretend like they’d never happened.
So, okay. Right now that might seem pretty freakin’ impossible; what with the memory of Jared’s hands all over Jensen’s body still so fresh.
His taste.
His smell.
The way he’d looked swallowing Jensen’s cock...
“Fuck!” Jensen punched the dashboard, scaring some poor old woman walking beside his car shitless.
Time apart. Time way, way apart would fix everything. Luckily, the show was on hiatus now. If Jensen left today, he wouldn’t have to see Jared again for a whole month.
He didn’t bother checking, so it was handy that no one got in Jensen’s way as he pulled a squealing U-turn in the middle of the street. Jared’s car hadn’t been in the parking lot when he’d left. Assuming his friend was only a few minutes ahead of him, Jensen had about half-an-hour before Jared started to wonder where he was. If he hauled ass he could get home, throw a duffel bag together, and be on his way to the airport before that happened.
Dani would be surprised to see him four days early. And he’d have to miss the wrap party tomorrow. But in order to save his and Jared’s friendship, it was an insignificant sacrifice to make. This was the right thing to do.
The only thing to do.
***
Jensen hadn’t taken Friday afternoon traffic into account.
It was exactly forty-six minutes before he threw open his apartment door. Panic fluttered in his chest like a big-winged bird. Just throw some shit in the duffel and get out had become his mantra: Get the shit. Get out. Get the shit. Get out!
He was expecting his phone to ring any second now.
Without bothering to take off his shoes, Jensen raced down the hall to his bedroom. He crossed the cream carpet in three strides, threw open the closet doors, and grabbed his leather duffel from the top shelf.
The bedroom door slammed shut behind him and Jensen’s heart stuttered. He whirled around.
Jared was lounging in a chair in the corner of the room – a big black club chair. He twirled the spare key Jensen had given him on the tip of one finger. The guy was still in full costume and make-up. Which is to say, he was still half-naked and gorgeous. His back was against one arm of the chair. His long legs hooked over the other. Those legs were blocking Jensen’s only exit.
“You’re so predictable, Jen.” Jared’s tone was calm, casual even, but his eyes glittered with what could only be pain. “I was about to get in the shower – wanted to be nice and clean for you – when I noticed what time it was.” He swung his legs to the floor and stood up. Jensen's friend looked ready to murder someone. One guess who that someone was. “After that, I didn’t even stop to change – just ran for the car, because I knew I had to get here before you did or you’d disappear on me.”
Jared stalked closer.
Every forward step he took had Jensen backing up the same distance.
“See, you’re not the only one who’s predictable,” Jared said. “Dani calls you every day at four. I’d somehow forgotten that – blame it on the lack of blood to my brain.”
The wall announced its presence to Jensen’s back.
“If I had remembered—” Jared said, stepping in close and tearing the duffel’s protection away from Jensen’s chest. The bag landed on his nightstand, knocking over a lamp. Neither man paid any attention to the sound of breaking glass. “—I never would have let you out of my sight. I’d have ripped that phone out of your hand the fucking second it rang.”
Jensen raised his palms to Jared’s pecs and attempted to push him back. All he ended up doing was groping a handful of hard muscle. The man was immovable. When he went to snatch his hands away, Jared caught his wrists and slammed them into the wall above their heads.
“You said we were okay,” Jared whispered, leaning into Jensen’s body. His breath was hot in Jensen’s ear as his tongue flicked out to taunt Jensen’s earlobe. “If that’s true, then why are you running from me?”
Jensen’s eyes fell closed as he tried to remember the all-important answer to Jared’s question. “Because I love Dani,” he said on a gasp. “And you love Genny. This isn’t right, Jared. You must know that.”
“Yeah. I do love Genny.” Jared nibbled his way to the sweet spot just behind Jensen’s ear – the one he always seemed able to find so damned easy. Jensen bared his neck.
Now, see! This was why he’d been trying so hard to get away – as soon as Jared touched him Jensen lost any semblance of self-control!
Jared’s hands clenched, white-knuckled, around Jensen’s wrists. He rocked their hips together – suede slipping against denim. “But I loved you first, Jen,” he said, his voice fraying.   “So, frankly, I don’t give a shit if it’s right or not!”
Jensen stopped breathing. Jared really loved him? Had loved him first, even? Jesus Christ, how had he never clued in to that?
Suddenly, Jensen was airborne, scooped up in Jared’s arms as if he weighed nothing at all. Since he was 6’-1”, and close to a hundred and seventy-five pounds, being picked up like a chick sort of pissed him off. Jensen bit his tongue, though. No need to sweat the small shit. Jared was upset enough right now.
Jared carried Jensen to the bed, dropped him none-too-gently on the thick, black bedspread, and then immediately lowered his greater weight down on top of him.
“Jay, listen—”
“Shut up.” Jared pressed his palm to Jensen’s mouth. He bowed his head and was silent for a long moment before saying, “When I read the script I couldn’t help but laugh. You were freaked out about it – I knew you would be – but for me it wasn’t a disaster. I figured doing the scene would cure me of you once and for all.” His head came down even lower so he could nuzzle under Jensen’s chin. “You’d be disgusted,” he whispered, suckling Jensen’s throat. “It would be awful and awkward.” He swirled his tongue around Jensen’s Adam’s apple. “And I’d finally, finally, be able to let this bullshit fantasy of mine go.” Then he raised his head and looked directly into Jensen’s eyes. “But it wasn’t awful, and you weren’t disgusted...were you?”
No point in lying. Jared knew exactly how un-disgusted Jensen had been...and still was. Hell, he was rocking his hips against Jensen’s concrete-hard lack of disgust right now.
Since Jared’s hand still covered his mouth, Jensen just shook his head.
“No,” Jared said. “You weren’t.” His palm slipped away from Jensen’s lips to smooth back the hair at his temple. “What was I supposed to think?” he asked, his expression pissed off and puzzled and poignant all at once. “Even after the rehearsal I was prepared to let it go. I tried to reason it away. Jesus, Jen! I gave you an easy out – and what the fuck did you do?”
Jensen’s whole body blushed. Well, he’d—
“You practically raped me onset,” Jared said, answering his own question, “and then begged me to suck you off.”
Yep. That pretty much summed it up.
“If you didn’t want this then...” Jared’s forehead crumpled. “Then what the fuck, Jensen?”
“I’m sorry.” Jensen wrapped his arms around Jared’s broad shoulders and pulled his friend’s face back into his throat. So much easier to explain without having to look at Jared’s miserable, beautiful face. “It’s not that I don’t want you, Jay. It’s just that I don’t think it’s fair to the girls and...” He paused, then continued in a rush. “...and I’m not gay!” he blurted out. “I don’t even know if I could... I mean, I’ve never...”
Jared’s shoulders quaked. For one horrifying instant Jensen thought his friend was crying. His own eyes misted. Fuck this was hard. Then he heard the sniggers. Jensen pushed Jared away far enough to see his expression. “Are you laughing at me?” Stupid question. He clearly was.
Jared lifted himself straight-armed above Jensen, which only served to press their lower halves more firmly together. “I get it.” He grinned. “You’re afraid to take it up the ass.” His eyes sparkled. Damn he was mercurial. Angry. Sad. Amused – when this so wasn’t funny!
Jensen’s own temper flared. He gave Jared a mighty shove. Jared fell to the side, a toppled giant, but he kept his leg firm over Jensen’s thighs. Jensen sat up anyway, not able to go anywhere, but needing the height advantage.
Jared sat up as well; one leg behind Jensen’s back, the other possessively arced over Jensen’s legs. “Well, then,” he said, a smile on his lips as he gathered Jensen close – this being cuddled thing was way too easy to get used to. “I guess I’ll just have to suck it up and take it like a man, huh?” He used a single finger to turn Jensen’s face towards him. “If we even go that far.” Jared’s lips smoothed across Jensen’s – left to right – right to left. The slick, feather-light glide was erotic as hell. Jensen found himself leaning into Jared’s mouth, desperate to deepen the contact. “Why don’t we just see what happens?” Jared breathed. “No expectations. No pressure.” He pulled back the tiniest amount to catch Jensen’s gaze. “Can we do that? Even if it’s only for tonight?”
Jensen should say no. Needed to say no...
“Please, Jen” Jared said, his voice catching on Jensen’s name. He dropped his eyes, but not before Jensen saw the sheen in them. “Please,” he said again. “Just let me have one night.”
...
...
Jared’s shoulders slumped. He began to back away, his jaw flexing, his lips so tight they looked colorless.
...crap.
Jensen leaped, pushing Jared down flat on the bed. “One night,” he agreed, as his lips slanted across his startled friend’s.
***
Straight away, Jared rolled them over and straddled Jensen’s body. He made a clumsy attempt to undo the first button on Jensen’s shirt, cursed the miniature Nazi buttons vehemently, and then grabbed the shirt’s collar and yanked. Teeny-tiny missiles flew everywhere. “I’ll buy you a new one,” he groaned, lowering his mouth to the golden skin of Jensen’s chest.
Jensen raked his fingers through Jared’s hair. He had a huge lick-shit grin on his face – Lord knows why. “You’d better.”
Jared’s tongue danced over Jensen’s torso, seeming to be everywhere at once: on his throat, on his shoulders, on his pecs and – at last – on his nipples.
Jensen melted into the mattress as Jared assaulted flesh already sensitized almost beyond bearing. “God, I fucking love your mouth,” he gasped, pressing up into the amazing sensation of having his nipple both gnawed on and sucked at the same time. Talent is what that was. Pure, God-given, talent.
Jared groaned, the sound so low it was barely human. “And I fucking love hearing you say that.”
It took about three seconds for Jared to get Jensen undressed. He just manhandled Jensen into the positions he needed to get the job done. When Jared went after his underwear, Jensen caught his friend’s hands between his own – not because he didn’t want to get naked with the guy, but because Jared was getting way too frantic. His friend was seriously close to losing his shit; and while it was sexy as all hell to see, it was also a little intimidating. Okay, a lot intimidating. The guy was 6’-5” and weighed over two-hundred pounds, for fuck’s sake.
“Hey...” Jensen sat up to steal a soft, calming kiss. “We have all night, Jay. Slow down.”
Jared accepted the press of Jensen’s mouth without making any move to return the favour. He was shaking so hard the entire bed shook with him.   When Jensen leaned back, Jared raised his face to the ceiling. His body had become very still. “Got any handcuffs? he asked, his tone just this side of desperate.
Surprise made Jensen’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline. His expression must have been pretty comical because when Jared caught a glimpse of it he started to laugh. The tension in his body eased.
“No?” Jared clucked his tongue and shook his head. “I knew we should have gone to my place,” he complained, stroking a gentle finger down Jensen’s cheek. “Okay then, how ‘bout a couple of old ties – you’ve got some of those, right?”
“Umm. Yeah.”
Jared wanted to be tied up?
...
Awesome!
Jensen had only played at bondage a couple of times, but he’d done it enough to know he liked it.
Damn. Now he wished they’d made it to Jared’s too.
“Go get ‘em,” Jared ordered, nudging Jensen towards the edge of the bed.
Jensen obediently slipped off the mattress and walked to the closet, visions of a cuffed Jared dancing through his mind. He grabbed four ties completely at random – three of which happened to be raw silk and had cost him well over a hundred dollars.
But who the hell cared?
When Jensen turned back around Jared had one leg up on the bed, undoing the complicated laces on his combat boot, and the other leg – still booted – down on the floor. His long, dark hair shone in the subdued light falling through Jensen’s butter-yellow blinds. That same soft radiance shimmered over his skin, caressing his muscles with amber highlights and smoky shadows. Jared was still wearing Sam’s tattoo over his heart, still wearing Lucifer’s too-tight pants, but the man looked wholly angelic. He friggin’ glowed.
Jared glanced up and froze. Jensen watched his pupils dilate from clear across the room, a sudden, sexy flash of black.   “Jen, if you keep staring at me like that ‘slow’ is no longer going to be an option.”
Jensen shrugged. “Sorry. I can’t help it. You look amazing.”
“Fuck.” Jared slapped his palms over his eyes and fell back onto the mattress. “You’re killing me. Get over here and tie me up before I rape your stupid, gorgeous ass.”
Following direction was something Jensen did well. It was his job, after all. “You have a stupid, gorgeous ass,” he muttered, as he finished securing Jared’s wrists to the posts of his bed. There wasn’t any slack. Hopefully it would hold.
Jared threw back his head and laughed. Jensen knew he was wearing that dumbass, shit-licking grin again. He couldn’t seem to shake the darn thing loose.
While Jared was still sniggering, Jensen undid the laces on his other boot and slipped them both off. Jared’s socks came next. Jensen admired Jared’s long, but weirdly pretty, feet for a second, and then crawled up his friend’s body. Fingers shaking only slightly, he popped the button on Lucifer’s pants. Jared stopped laughing but he didn’t say anything. He just watched Jensen through heavy-lidded, half-closed eyes. Jensen eased down the zipper and with a whispered, “Lift your hips,” shimmied the suede down to Jared’s knees. ‘Taz’ – a.k.a the Looney Tunes Tasmanian devil – slavered up at him from Jared’s crotch.
“Very sexy, Jay.”
“Says the guy in the tighty-whities.” Jared’s dimples made a brief appearance.
Jensen’s thumbs eased below the underwear’s waistband. His hands were shaking more than slightly now. Jared’s teeth caught at his lower lip. “Wait,” he said. “Hang on.”
Jensen glanced up, confused. Hang on? Was he serious?
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Jared asked.
“I’ve taken off a pair of underwear or two in my time.” Jensen had been trying to keep the mood light, but his voice came out too deep, too edgy.
“Mmm, hmm. How ‘bout we stick with the ‘slow’ plan for now. Okay, smart-ass?” Jared’s smile took any sting out of the words.
Trying not to feel relieved, Jensen let the elastic go. He pressed a quick kiss to Jared’s hipbone and had already moved past the spot when the tiny, breathy sound his friend had made belatedly registered. Jensen reversed the trail he was blazing up Jared’s stomach to explore the area again.
When Jensen swiped at the sexy ridge with his tongue, Jared’s hips twitched. “Jen—”
Jensen didn’t bother to wait for Jared to finish his sentence. He just set his teeth against the bone and bit. It’s not like he hadn’t known what Jared was going to say – guy always begged for the same damn thing.
Jared choked. His body twisted and his cotton covered cock scraped along Jensen’s jaw. Even through the fabric it was so hot, so hard, like an oven-baked brick. Jensen rubbed his cheek against it and continued to gnaw on Jared’s hipbone.
“You’re right," Jared gasped, thrusting his groin toward Jensen’s face. “Fuck slow. Put your mouth on me.”
“Now, now. Patience is a virtue,” Jensen reminded. “And all that crap.”
Jared’s head thumped the pillows. Once. Twice. “You’re such an asshole!”
“Be nice.” Jensen gave Jared’s inner thigh a slap.
Jared’s reaction was intense. He groaned from somewhere way down deep inside his chest and tried to widen his legs for more; but cream suede still bound his thighs. It was a problem Jensen was quick to remedy. “How long until you see Genny again?” he asked, breathless. He could come just from watching Jared like this – tied up and so damned horny.
Jared raised his head at the odd note in Jensen’s voice. “On Monday I’m off to see the family for a week, then I’m gonna hook up with her in Paris. Why?” He shifted back so that his head and shoulders rested against the headboard.
Jensen shifted back as well. He sat up between Jared’s spread legs and spread them even farther, pushing them far to the side. “Well,” he said, running his nails up Jared’s inner thighs. “I’ve already marked you up pretty bad, so I guess I’m wondering how much more damage I can do. You have ten days then?” His nails raked back down, hard enough to leave welted red lines. “How fast do you heal?”
Jared’s breath hitched. He tossed his hair out of his eyes and gave Jensen the sexiest come-and-get-it smile he’d ever seen – on a man or a woman. “Fast enough.”
Jensen would like to think his own smile was equally sultry. Without a word, he lowered his mouth to Jared’s right thigh. First, his tongue came out to play, a teasing sweep that started at Jared’s kneecap and ended with the leg of his boxers all bunched up and Jensen’s lips pressed into the spot where thigh met groan. Then, Jensen raked his teeth over the sensitive crease. He held Jared’s hips down in anticipation of his response.
Jared didn’t disappoint. He whined. He shuddered. He strained against Jensen’s arms. “Harder,” he begged. “Please, baby. I—”
Jensen moved down half an inch and bit harder. He wondered if Jared realized he’d called him baby. And he wondered why he’d kind of liked being called baby. As he wondered these things, Jensen continued to gnaw his way down Jared’s thigh, leaving pretty red crescents in his wake. When he got to the bottom of that leg he switched to the other and started back up. He was losing the battle with Jared’s hips; the angle was bad and Jared was too bloody strong.
“Fuck, Jen,” Jared moaned. He’d been moaning it for a while now, that litany that drove Jensen wild. “I don’t—I think—Fuck!” He tried to twist away. “Stop! Just...just give me a minute.”
Instead of doing that, Jensen shifted up and opened his mouth over Jared’s cartoon covered cock. Jared tried to writhe away again but Jensen’s arms were hooked over his thighs, holding on strong.
When Jensen tightened his jaw muscles, catching Jared’s cockhead gently but firmly between his front teeth, Jared’s body spasmed. “Oh, you prick,” he groaned. “If you make me come like this I’ll kill you.”
Jensen took his teeth away, but only so he could yank Jared’s underwear down.
All the spit in his mouth dried up.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t known Jared was big – but, somehow, his friend’s monster erection had seemed a lot less threatening when covered by a Tasmanian devil. Jared’s cock was engorged with blood, the skin shining like purple-red satin. The tiny slit in his glans gaped as pre-come pulsed out with metronomic regularity. It reminded Jensen of that geyser in Yellowstone Park – Old Faithful – it pulsed just like this right before it blew sky fuckin’ high.
Okay, there was a second of hesitation. I mean, c’mon, Jensen had never been this close to another guy’s junk before, but then Jared whispered, “I understand if you can’t use your mouth.” He was panting for breath and clearly trying very hard not to shove himself between Jensen’s lips.   “But maybe your hand?”
That kind of sounded like a challenge...didn’t it? Well fuck that. Anything Jared could do, Jensen could do too.
When Jensen tickled his tongue up the underside of Jared’s shaft, Jared’s head banged into the oak headboard. It sounded painful. Jensen lifted his eyes to make sure his friend was okay, while still trying to take as much of Jared’s dick into his mouth as he could. His appreciation for Jared’s many talents rose another notch. This wasn’t easy.
Jared didn’t seem hurt. In fact, it didn’t seem like he’d even noticed the concussion worthy crack. His eyes were riveted to where Jensen’s lips wrapped around his cock. “My God,” he sighed. “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined this?”
That must be a rhetorical question because Jensen was almost positive Jared didn’t want him to take his mouth away to answer it. Jensen ignored his too talkative friend and lifted himself up until his lips just barely circled the fat, round head of Jared’s dick, then he sank back down, sucking like a Hoover all the way. He managed to swallow another inch. Ha.
“Oh, fuck, Jen. Fuck. Watch out!” Jared’s warning ended on a wail.
Jensen’s arms weren’t powerful enough to keep Jared’s body anchored to the bed this time. His friend contorted into an excruciating looking cruciform – arms widespread and straining – chin digging into his own chest – feet planted hard on the mattress, and hips bucking high off it.
Jensen’s mouth slipped from Jared’s throbbing, shooting cock. Probably for the best, he wasn’t ready to swallow just yet. Not wanting to leave Jared hanging, though, Jensen opened his lips over Jared’s scrotum and sucked one large, egg-shaped ball out from where it was trying to tuck itself into Jared’s sweat-drenched body.
The noises coming from Jared’s lips could in no way be described as human. Jensen thought he heard his own name in there somewhere, along with the words ‘fuck’ and ‘love’ and ‘shit’... and then a few more ‘fucks’. Jared’s muscles continued to seize long past the point Jensen would consider normal. God he was beautiful when he came. Jensen’s own cock was feeling pretty neglected so he humped the mattress to try and relieve some pressure. He was rock-hard.   Again. It was crazy. No matter how many times he came, it never seemed to be enough.
Eventually, Jared fell still. His whines and curses trailed off until only his harsh, erratic breath stirred the sex-drenched air.
Jensen gave his friend’s sac one more lick – earning himself one more spent groan – and then sat up. When he got a clear look at Jared he burst out laughing. There was come all over him! Jared had shot clear up to his face. White liquid spattered his cheeks and lips. It dripped off his chin and ran in milky torrents down the planes of his torso. Jensen had never seen so much come. “So, was it good?” he asked, a self-satisfied smirk lifting his lips.
Like the guy could say no after coming that hard
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