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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.)

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Jared opened glassy eyes. “The best,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Ever. Now quit laughing at me and get these things off.” He shook his bound arms for emphasis. “I can’t feel my fingers.”
Jensen’s gaze followed the motion to see that Jared’s hands were in the process of turning blue. “Oh, shit!” he blurted. “Sorry.” He worked as fast as he could, but it still took a while to undo the ties. The fabric was wet with sweat and much tighter than when they’d started.
As soon as one of his wrists was free, Jared stripped a pillow of its case and started to mop himself up. By the time Jensen liberated his other hand Jared looked somewhat normal – though his cheeks were still rosy-red and his skin had a kind of slip-sticky feel when he hauled Jensen against his chest.
His kiss was much tamer this time around – still damn good, but more...controlled. Blowing a geyser must have mellowed the guy out. Jensen grinned at the thought.
Jared felt the movement against his lips and he smiled too. “Don’t go getting cocky, Jen,” he admonished, sucking Jensen’s lower lip between his teeth. “I made you shoot so hard you fell on the floor.”
Jensen sniggered and pulled back to take in his friend’s handsome, flushed face. “Yeah but, dude – you had jizz in your eyebrows.”
Jared sucked in his cheeks as he fought not to laugh. “Ohhh!” he said, pretending to be annoyed. And doing a piss-poor job of it. Those dimples gave him away every time. “So you wanna play like that, huh?” He fell back with Jensen still held against him, and then rolled them both so that his greater weight flattened his friend into the mattress.
Jared Padalecki was the best kisser in the world. In. The. World. That realization made Jensen frown, even as he opened his mouth wider to accept the mind-numbingly good thrust of his best friend’s tongue. How the hell was Jensen supposed to go around kissing other people after this? Seriously. It wasn’t fair for Jared to be perfect at everything and then be beautiful too, was it? God wasn’t supposed to play favourites like that!
“Well, alright then,” Jared murmured, drawing Jensen’s tongue out to dance in the small space between their lips. “Let’s play.” His hips rolled, a long, sinuous undulation that had Jensen whimpering and clutching his ass to bring him in closer.
The man’s insane bedroom skills were almost enough to quell the flare of unease his words had conjured.
Almost. But not quite. “Uhh. What game we playin’ again?” Jensen just had to ask.
“Oh, you know – the one where I make you come so hard your head explodes.” Jared kissed him one final time and then leaned up to grab the ties Jensen had left on the night table.
Jensen’s body relaxed into the soft bedding. Ah, no need for unease after all. He friggin’ loved that game. “Go for it, gorgeous,” he drawled, his fingertips teasing up and down Jared’s naked flank, his voice silky with seduction – and just a hint of mockery.
A tremor worked its way through Jared’s body. Jensen actually felt his friend’s heart slam against his ribs – one big, chest-rattling thump – as Jared dropped the ties to clutch cruel fingers in Jensen’s hair. “Fuck!” he gasped between hard, fraught kisses. “It hurts, how much I love you.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Jared winced. He ducked his head into Jensen’s throat. “Fuck.” he said again, his breath coming shallow and fast. “I’m sorry. I know you don’t want to hear—I didn’t mean—” Jared gave his head a miserable shake. “I just—” he tried again, before he sighed and fell silent.
Jensen stroked his friend’s tense back, a puzzled little smile on his face. Contrary to what Jared seemed to believe, Jensen wasn’t at all sorry that Jared had blurted out his feelings. In fact, he’d kind of liked it.
How fucked up was that?
“K, you know what?” Jared said, much more coherently. He lifted his head and his lips were curled in a self-depreciating grin. “Let’s just pretend I didn’t say anything.”
Jensen opened his mouth, the words ‘Let’s not’ ready on his tongue, but Jared forestalled him by raising one of the ties to Jensen’s face and saying, “Lift your head a bit.”
Jensen’s mouth snapped shut. His heart, which had already started skipping beats at Jared’s declaration, began to beat even more haphazardly. “What—”
“You know I would never hurt you, Jen,” Jared said. “Or do anything you didn’t want.” His lips were so close to Jensen’s ear that each exhalation felt like a caress. Goosebumps rose on Jensen’s nape. His gulp sounded unnaturally loud in the hushed silence.
“So I guess the question is—” Jared went on, when it became apparent Jensen wasn’t going to protest. He lifted Jensen’s head himself to tie off the blindfold. “—do you trust me?”
“With my life,” Jensen immediately answered.   There was no other answer he could give.
The atmosphere in the room underwent a subtle change, became closer, warmer somehow. And even though Jensen couldn’t see the adoring smile Jared now wore – he knew it was there. He just knew. That incredible ‘big love’ smile, all for him. God, how he wished he could see it. Return it.
It was at that precise instant that Jensen realized an amazing, wonderful, fucking horrible thing – he was falling in love with his best friend.
“I’m glad,” Jared whispered, as if he knew exactly what was going on in Jensen’s head.
Slam, slam, slam, went Jensen’s heart. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! screamed his mind. “Jay,” he gasped. “Maybe we shouldn’t—”
Big hands cupped Jensen’s face. Gentle lips met his own. “Shhhh.”
Jared pried Jensen’s panic-stiff fingers from his hair, kissed the knuckles of each quaking hand, and then knotted the last tie around Jensen’s wrists. One more kiss, his mouth soft and lingering, and then he hauled Jensen’s hands up above his head.   “Keep ‘em there,” he ordered.
Jensen nodded – so emotionally wrecked, and so desperately turned-on, he could scarcely breathe, let alone make coherent words form in his mouth.
Jared’s long, warm body went away. Night table drawers opened—closed. Jensen heard a low, exultant, “Aha!”
Since Jared was on Dani’s side of the bed – in her night table – Jensen couldn’t help but wonder what his friend had found to make him sound so pleased. Jensen never went in there himself. Who knows what weird crap his girlfriend had hidden away?
Jensen’s breath grew so shallow he began to feel dizzy. The bed dipped as Jared straddled him once more.
His friend trailed languid kisses over Jensen’s torso. When he got to Jensen’s left nipple, Jared’s touch became even milder, his tongue barely skimming the rigid pink peak. Jensen arched his back, urging Jared on, trying to make his friend give him more. To hell with the emotional crap. He’d deal with it later. Right now, he just needed this. Needed Jared.
Jared turned his head to press a chaste kiss just to the right of where he knew Jensen wanted it.
“Jay!” Jensen twisted until Jared’s mouth was where it was supposed to be.
“Yeah?” Another ghostly glide of Jared’s teasing, mocking tongue. Jesus! What the fuck was Jared’s problem? What did he want from—
...
Hang on now...
“Please?” Jensen tried, making his voice sound low and thick with need – not like he had to stretch his acting muscles very hard to get there. Jared’s shocked inhale had air rushing over Jensen’s nipple, tightening it even further.
Yep. Apparently, Mr. Padalecki did get off on begging.
Was that a surprise?
Not really.
Was it a problem?
Hell no.
For the chance to get his friend all riled up again, Jensen could beg. He could beg his ass off!
“God, please, Jay,” Jensen groaned, widening his thighs around Jared’s hips and grinding up into his friend’s crotch. He turned his face into his bicep and gave himself a vicious love-bite. “Please!” He bit the flexed muscle again, letting his lips peel back from his teeth in an expression of pure torment. “I need—”
Jared’s mouth crashed into his own, that control Jensen had so bemoaned nowhere to be seen. “You little prick,” he kind of laughed and groaned at the same time, after liquefying all of Jensen’s brain cells with the ferocity of his kiss. “You know exactly how sexy you are, don’t you?”
Jensen smirked. He knew how sexy Jared found him, anyway. And knowledge was power, baby.
“Yeah—” Jared laughed softly. “—you so do.” He rubbed the tip of his nose against Jensen’s. “You know, my plan was to make you ask for every single thing you wanted.”
Jensen’s hips twitched at his friend’s lust-husky words. Surely there was nothing sexier than the rasp of Jared’s voice when he was turned on. Jared rocked his own hips in response, sliding their cocks together. The guy was totally hard again. He was like the freakin’ energizer bunny.
“But I think my head will explode if we play that way,” Jared admitted, shifting down until his lips came over Jensen’s nipple once more. “So how ‘bout you just let me know if you want me to stop. Okay?”
Jared was nibbling and sucking between words, driving Jensen so crazy that he barely registered what was being said. He did catch enough to realize that Jared had revealed a massive weakness, however. Oh, yes. He caught that.
“God, don’t stop, Jay!” Jensen moaned, writhing against his friend’s body and infusing as much desperation into the words as he possibly could – again, not too hard to do. “Please, baby. Please. I need you.”
Another bite for Jensen’s nip. This one hurt! “You’re the one tied up now, Jen,” Jared growled. Jensen’s cock flexed happily. “Do you really want to push me? ‘Cause, I gotta tell ya – you may not like what happens next.” Jared yanked down Jensen’s underwear as if to punctuate his threat.
Jensen smiled and lifted his hips for the sexy, pissed-off sounding man. Christ, he loved seeing – okay hearing – Jared this way: riding the razor’s edge of self-control. So damn dark. Sooo damn sexy.
Maybe it was because Jensen had never even suspected that Jared had a dark side. Mr. bear-hugs and sunshine-smiles Padalecki? Please. Jensen would have sooner believed that Jared had a secret stuffed bunny collection than that the guy was kinky and dangerous and hot as fuck in bed.
Jensen’s hips rocked foreword again, his naked cock skidding across Jared’s pecs. “Mmm. Yeah,” he said. “But, on the other hand, I might like what happens next a whole hell of a lot, right?” His slightly sardonic tone turned solemn. “I trust you, Jay,” Jensen reminded his friend. “I must, or I wouldn’t be so quick to tease while I’m...” He jiggled his wrists. “...pretty much at your mercy.”
“Jen I—” Jared’s words trailed off into an awesome sounding growl/cough/whimper. And then, with absolutely no warning at all, he swooped down on Jensen’s cock.
“Jesus Christ!” Jensen’s bound hands slammed down on top Jared’s head at the sudden, disorienting rush of sensation. His smack-down had the not unwelcome effect of driving himself deep into Jared’s throat. Jared’s strangled groan reverberated through Jensen’s shaft. His fingers bit deep into Jensen’s hips as he sucked, licked, even nipped at Jensen’s sensitive, swollen flesh.
Jensen’s fingers fisted in Jared’s hair. Fuuuuuuuuck! The man was way too good at this! Where the hell had he learned to suck a cock so well?
Jared groaned again, and somehow managed to take Jensen in even deeper. His hands moved to Jensen’s asscheeks, squeezing hard enough to cause pain – hard enough to bruise – as he slowly pulled them apart. A huge-feeling thumb came to rest against Jensen’s sphincter. Just rest there. Nothing more.
Jensen’s spine arched as his climax hurtled towards him. It was going to be fucking huge! Jesus, Jay!” he gasped, thrusting deep into his friend’s heaven-sent mouth. “M’gonna c—”
“Ah, shit,” Jared hissed. “No, don’t. Just wait.” And then he disappeared.
Jensen’s orgasm was so close he almost came anyway. Seed churned in his balls. His dick twitched and drooled. Jensen groaned and thrashed. “Jay, please!” he cried.
“Hang on,” Jared groaned back. “Fuck, just hang on, baby. It’ll be worth it. I promise.”
There was a rustling from the head of the bed – something thumping into the mattress beside Jensen. Then Jared grabbed Jensen’s hips and flipped him over. Around. Jensen found himself lying sideways across the mattress, face down, with his hips raised up by what felt like a stack of pillows and his head resting on one more.
It had happened scary quick. Jensen gasped when he realized what position Jared had put him in. “Oh, hell no!” he growled, attempting to roll off the terror-inducing mound of pillows.
Jared’s big hand slapped itself down on Jensen’s ass, pinning him. “You either trust me or you don’t.”
Jensen subsided. He couldn’t make his muscles relax, however. Just couldn’t. His entire body was vibrating like a goddamned tuning fork.
Time stretched – each second bleeding silently into another. Ten...twenty...twenty-five...
Jensen jumped a good six inches off the mattress when Jared’s lips came over his nape. Jared chuckled and licked the first vertebrae in the long, long line that ended just above Jensen’s...
“Relax,” Jared said – tongue circling, teasing each knob of bone, trying to ease the tension in Jensen’s spine. Jensen was strung so tight he practically freakin’ twanged every time Jared touched him. “Nothing you don’t want. Remember?”
Jensen buried his face in the pillow and nodded. Breathe, he told himself. You trust him – you do – so just breathe.
“You have such a beautiful back,” Jared said, breaking his downward momentum to lick across the edges of Jensen’s scapula. Then he palmed a handful of Jensen’s butt cheek. “And a truly awe-inspiring ass.”
Sweat broke out along Jensen’s hairline. Shut up, he silently urged. Just shut up! If Jared was going to do something Jensen wished he’d just hurry up and fucking do it already! Aloud he said, “That ‘talking too much’ thing is kind of a problem for you, isn’t it, buddy?” He’d meant it to be a joke, but the words came across more bitchy sounding than anything else.
Jared made a ‘tsk’ sound. His other oversized mitt landed on Jensen’s butt too. “I’m sorry, babe,’” he said, Texas a dark burr in his tone. He palmed Jensen’s ass-cheeks wide apart. “I didn’t realize you were feelin’ so darn impatient.”
Christ on a stick! Jensen’s hips bucked at the sudden, rude exposure, and at the fission of lust Jared’s wicked-dirty drawl had inspired. Okay, so egging Jared on may not have been his best course of action ‘cause, God, he wasn’t ready for this.   “Jay,” Jensen gasped. He tried wriggle away. He wasn’t allowed to.
“Steady, Jen.” Jared’s tongue swirled a figure eight around the two dimples set just above the swell of Jensen’s ass. “Give me a chance here.” Then his tongue dipped into Jensen’s crease – a fleeting, flickering lick.
Jensen took a big bite of goose-down to prevent himself from whimpering, or hollering, or making some other equally pathetic noise.
Jared’s tongue delved deeper. When that deliciously long, madly talented tongue at last flicked a circle around his sphincter, Jensen could no longer hold back on the pathetic sounds – even through a mouthful of feathers.
“Stop?” Jared lifted his mouth away to ask.
“No!” Sort of came out a groaned, “Nnnn!” but Jared must have caught the gist, because he went back to work.
Suddenly, with a thick groan of his own, Jared gripped the top of Jensen’s thighs and pulled him back, and up – so that now Jensen was on his knees, ass high in the air, face still buried in a pillow... Christ, the way he must look. The sad thing was, Jensen couldn’t even make himself care, because this new angle gave Jared even better access, and Holy mother of God! How the fuck was it that Jensen had never done this before?
Jared reached between Jensen’s legs to give his balls a good, hard squeeze while, at the same time, forcing the tip of his tongue into Jensen’s body.
OhmyfuckingGodJesusChrist! Jensen clawed at the comforter, rocking his body back into the incredible sensation. Jared didn’t even have to do any of the work. Jensen was fucking his friend’s tongue all by himself.
Jensen moaned Jared’s name over and over – and over. It was the only coherent sound he seemed capable of producing.
“Oh, God,” Jared gasped, taking his mouth away. He rested his forehead against Jensen’s hip for a second, his panting breaths just as loud and harsh as his friend’s. “You’re so hot, Jen. Fuck.”
Jensen heard a muted plastic ‘click’ and a second later felt the slippery-slick tip of Jared’s finger against his hole. That quieted him down a tad. His body fell still, eyes squeezed shut behind tight red silk.
“Okay?” Jared asked.
“Yeah.” No hesitation. If Jared’s tongue felt that good, how much better would his finger feel? Jensen’s cock pulsed at the thought. “Do it.”
There was mild discomfort, quickly alleviated by the way Jared reached around and yanked on Jensen’s cock while inching his way inside. When he was as deep as he could go, Jared crooked his finger down.
Jensen sagged, boneless, at the sudden zing of pleasure. All that kept him up was the strong arm of the brilliant son-of-a-bitch kneeling behind him. “Jesus Christ,” he moaned, when Jared stroked over the magic spot again.
“You know, I never get tired of hearing you say my name like that, Jen,” Jared said. He began to kiss his way back up his friend’s sweaty spine, never stopping with the delicious see-saw-crook of his finger. “Oh, wait, that’s not my name you’re moaning, it’s that Christ jerk’s.” The action of his finger became harder, faster.
“Heathen,” Jensen groaned.
“Slut,” Jared whispered back.
And wasn’t that the truth? For Jared? Yes – Jensen was a slut.
Jensen reared up blindly, seeking the hot, wet mouth he knew was right there. Not being able to see wasn’t much of a hindrance to his lust-soaked senses; it simply heightened the other four. “Jared,” Jensen breathed against his friend’s kiss-bruised lips. “Jared. Jay. Baby.” He raised his bound arms to twine his fingers through Jared’s hair. Then he gave it a yank. “Sex God of the universe! I’ll call you whatever the hell you want, if you’ll just—”
Jared chuckled and slanted his mouth over Jensen’s. His single finger slipped out to be replaced by freshly lubed twins. Discomfort again – more of a burn than a stretch. But then... Ohhhh God. Two fingers rubbing over his prostate was apparently double the pleasure, double the fun. Jensen’s toes started to curl. His head fell back against Jared’s shoulder.
“Just what?” Jared asked, laughter vibrating behind his words. He pumped Jensen’s cock once then clamped his hand tight around the base, causing Jensen’s orgasm to stutter to a halt for the second damn time. “Tell me what you want, Jen,” he purred.
Dick! It was pretty fucking obvious what Jensen wanted, wasn’t it? He wanted to come!
Jensen ripped off the blindfold – ‘cause, seriously, the trust issue had so been settled – and started to tell his friend exactly how much of a cocktease asshole he was being. But then his eyes got snagged by the mirror hanging directly in front of them and the irate words died on his tongue.
Holy shit. Now he understood why Jared had made him lie sideways on the bed – it was so he could watch Jensen’s face in the big-ass mirror over Jensen’s dresser. The sneaky bastard.
The sneaky, sexy bastard. Flushed. Naked. His big hand wrapped around Jensen’s prick, his long fingers still in Jensen’s ass, his cheeks rosy and his eyes dark – wide and wild. Jared looked even closer to losing his shit than Jensen did.
Hmmm. Maybe bitching wasn’t the best way to get what he wanted after all.
Jensen’s eyes fell half-closed and his lips curved into their natural, lost-boy pout. He rocked his hips back so that Jared’s cock slipped along his ass crease...and then he started to beg. Really, all out, beg.
Jared’s thrusting fingers faltered. Probably due to a combination of things: the unnatural wrist-angle Jensen kneeling up had forced him to assume, the feel of his cock gliding against Jensen’s ass, and the way Jensen was moaning and sucking at his lips while saying stuff like – “I want you so much, Jay. No one’s ever made me this hot before. I feel like I’m gonna die if you don’t make me come. Please, baby. Please! I fuckin’ need it.”
Every word Jensen uttered made Jared shudder. Every ‘Please’ made him groan. He tossed his head back – perfect lips peeled back from perfect teeth, and hissed, “Stop!”
Jared let go of Jensen’s cock and caught his hair instead, tugging until the back of Jensen’s skull hit his collarbone once more. “Jen, if I didn’t care about you so much—” he rasped, so obviously avoiding the word ‘love’ he may as well have been shouting it, “—I’d already be buried balls-deep inside you.”
That thought made Jensen’s cock twitch and his asshole clench, but not in fear. Christ, he’d already had two of Jared’s fingers inside him and it had been spectacular. How much better would it feel to take his friend’s cock into his body? I mean, gay guys had been ass-fucking since the beginning of time – surely they wouldn’t be so keen on the activity if it didn’t feel good.
Jensen locked gazes with Jared and said, “Then I suggest you try to care a little less, Jay.”
Jared’s eyes glittered fiercely through the long fringe of his bangs. His chest heaved. “Nope,” he replied, after a long, tense second. “I’m afraid I can’t do that.” He shifted back and picked up a metallic-pink cylinder from the bed. “But I can certainly speed things up,” he mumbled, fishing around on the bed for something else.
The cylinder was about six inches long, an inch-and-a-half wide, and curved at the end like... Crap. That was no cylinder; it was a dildo. That must have been the discovery Jared had been crowing over earlier.
Jared found the lube bottle and proceeded to drizzle what looked like way too much clear liquid on the hot-pink toy. “Are you sure, Jen?” he seemed to feel compelled to ask.
“I’m sure,” Jensen rasped. “Christ, just go already before I change my mind!”
That galvanized Jared into action. With one easy twist of his wrist, he set Jensen’s hands free. Jensen was pushed down on all fours, the dildo’s smooth, round tip circling his asshole just once before slipping inside.
Jensen's breath hissed out from between his teeth as Jared pressed the dildo all the way home. Suddenly, the damned thing began to vibrate. Jensen cried out, torn between wanting to push back into the surreal sensation or pull away from it.
He ended up doing a spastic, fucked up abbreviation of both.
“Jay!” he shouted. The powerful vibrations, tight up against his magical mystery gland, were gonna have him off in about two seconds flat.
“Sorry, sorry.” Jared turned the vibrator down. Not off – down. But at least it didn’t feel like Mount St. Helens was erupting in Jensen’s colon anymore.
Jared worked that dildo like a pro. Up and down. Side to side. And in these great big circling loops that had Jensen’s eyeballs rolling all the way back into his flippin’ skull. His lust-blown gaze stayed on the mirror the whole time, riveted to Jensen’s face.
And Jensen was making some pretty messed up faces – mouth hanging open, eyes all squinty. He was too close to coming to care how stupid he looked, though. Sooo damned close. But there was no way he was gonna shoot with a goddamned pink dildo shoved up his butt! “Jared!” Jensen growled, flinging his hips back in invitation. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I swear to fucking God—”
Jared ripped out the dildo. Jensen whined at the sudden absence and Jared whined at his whine. “Fuck, just hang on, baby,” Jared muttered, taking his teeth to a condom packet. “Fuck!” He seemed to be having some trouble getting it open.
Jensen dropped his head to the pillow and whimpered in frustration.
“Shhhhh.” Jared brushed a hand down Jensen’s back, almost as if he were gentling a horse. “I’m right here,” he whispered. His wet, latex covered cock nudged against Jensen’s ass.   “Right here.”
What a numb-fuck thing to say. Where else would he be?
Jared must have known something that Jensen didn’t, however, since his gentle strokes and soothing tone managed to suck most of the tension right out of Jensen’s spine. Once again, Jensen was struck by the fact that Jared had obviously done this before. Jealousy flared in his chest, even though Jensen knew he had absolutely no right to that emotion.
“Now, Jen,” Jared said, his voice huskier than Jensen had ever heard it. “I’m a lot bigger than the dildo, so I’m just gonna let you take me in at your own pace.” Another tender stroke up Jensen’s spine. “Whenever you’re ready – just push back. And if you can’t take it, that’s totally fine. I’ll just—”
Jensen was surprised to find tears pricking his eyes. Emotion clogged his throat, making his voice almost as low and husky as Jared’s. “Yeah, yeah,” he said, inching backward, biting his lip against a moan of pain. This was more than just discomfort. “You have a huge dick,” Jensen gasped, finishing his sentence as Jared’s glans punched through the air-tight vault his sphincter had become. “I know. Everyone knows. Quit bragging about it already.”
Jared’s hands caught at his hips, halting any further progress. “You’re way too tense,” he whispered, ignoring Jensen’s lame attempt at humour. “If you can’t relax...” He left the thought unspoken, instead saying, “C’mere. Let’s try this,” as he oh-so-carefully pulled back on Jensen’s shoulders, encouraging his trembling friend to kneel up.
Even though he was gentle as a saint, the movement still drove Jared a few inches deeper into Jensen’s body. Jensen moaned. Sweat trickled down his spine. He held himself perfectly still, straddling Jared’s thighs, kneeling up as high as his knees could lift him – which wasn’t near high enough.
Shit. He wasn’t going to be able to do this.
Jared wrapped a hand around Jensen’s cock, only half hard now, and gave him a squeeze. “Relax,” he pleaded. “Please, Jen. Try to relax.”
Jensen blew out a breath and let himself slide down another increment. Maybe the pain was a bit less now? No. No, it really wasn’t. The lower he went the thicker Jared got.
Jared was pressing desperate kisses to Jensen’s throat. “Almost there, baby. Please don’t give up.” He must have sensed how close Jensen was to doing just that. “Oh, God,” he moaned. “You’re so tight. I had no idea it would feel like this.”
...
Umm. What??
Jensen cut his friend right the hell off. “What do you mean you had no idea it would feel like this? You’ve done this before, right? Been with a guy?” His straining leg muscles quivered and let him slide down another half-inch. Traitorous, useless appendages!
Jensen’s furious tone snapped Jared’s head up. His desire-dark hazel eyes locked with Jensen’s anger-bright green ones. “Yeah, I’ve been with a guy,” he agreed, his brow furrowing. “One guy. When I was seventeen. But—”
While Jared was speaking, Jensen was slipping, unable to hold the abnormal tip-toes on-his-knees position. So...fuck it. It’s just pain, he told himself, and he gritted his teeth and bore down.
“But...” Jared said again, before his halting explanation truly did stumble to a halt. “So good,” he gasped instead. “Fuck, Jen, you feel so good.”
Good, huh? Well how nice...for him. “But what, Jay?” Jensen demanded. He wanted to hear this, damn it!
“Oh, fuck,” Jared moaned, shivering. “Fuck!” He buried his nose in Jensen’s throat. “But I was always the bottom with him,” he finished in a guttural rush. “God, Jen, please tell me I can move.”
“You can’t!” Jensen snapped. Shithead! he silently added.
All right, so apparently Jared was flying as blind as Jensen was. Fine. Great. They’d just have to wing it. But from this point on, things were happening on Jensen’s friggin’ terms!
Heaving a put-upon sigh, and wearing a pain-expectant grimace, Jensen gave his ass a little bounce – the barest hint of a movement. It still hurt, but it was more of an aching pain than a stabbing one. Jared whimpered and sank his teeth into Jensen’s throat – which also hurt, but in a nice, diverting sorta way, so Jensen didn’t complain.
“Jen,” Jared moaned, hips quivering with the repressed need to thrust, arms strangling the air from Jensen’s chest. “Please, baby. Just...fuck...please...”
Oh. Kind of getting the begging fetish now.
“No, Jay. Stay still,” Jensen ordered. He tried another tiny lift-and-lower and, yeah, it did hurt less now. Thank you God. Big breath. Okay, maybe he could do this.
Was Jared crying?
Jensen glanced at their reflection in the mirror, trying to see Jared’s expression. He couldn’t. His friend’s face seemed to be crazy glued to Jensen’s skin. Shoot. Seeing Jared mad with lust would definitely make this more enjoyable.
Then Jensen’s attention got snagged by the visual of what was happening down below. After one quick, appalled peek, he had to glance away. It looked like he was attempting to sit on a flagpole, for crying out loud! His muscles started to tense up again but Jensen willed himself to relax, ‘cause tight muscles were not his friend. “Fuck, I wish we were face to face,” he complained.
Jared unhinged his jaw from Jensen’s flesh. “Do you want me to...” He began to lift Jensen off his cock.
“No!” Fuck no. And have to start all over again? Was the man psychotic?
Jared’s brows beetled in confusion as he let Jensen’s waist go. And yes, his cheeks were wet – his long lashes spiky and dark. The fact that Jared really had been crying made Jensen feel like complete shit – but it also made him feel kind of... satisfied?
No, that couldn’t be right.
Smug? No, that was even worse.
Man, Jensen’s emotions were so whack where Jared was concerned, even he didn’t know what the hell he was feeling anymore.
“I have an idea,” Jared said, his brow smoothing out. He laid down flat with his calves still bent underneath his thighs, and Jensen still planted in his lap. “Go ahead, Jen,” he said with a smile. “Turn around.”
Jensen twisted his upper torso to look down at his friend. “Gee, I didn’t know ‘limbo’ was one of your talents,” he said, cracking a smile of his own.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
Jensen started to twist his lower torso as well and Jared’s frown came back. “Easy,” he breathed. “Nice and slow now.” His hands rose to steady Jensen’s hips as they rotated. “Fuck, Jen, you’re like a vice.”
Jensen didn’t answer him. He was distracted. See, he’d just been about to swing his thigh over Jared’s torso – in fact, his knee was currently planted in his friend’s sternum – when a bolt of electric bliss crackled up his spine. Jensen stayed right there for a second and performed an experimental shimmy.
The position they were in was awkward as hell, but since Jared’s cock was suddenly giving Jensen pleasure instead of pain – Jensen didn’t much care. He wriggled again. It felt great, right until he overbalanced and started to fall backwards. Jared’s hand splayed across his back, keeping him upright.
“Jesus, Jen, you’re killing me!” He grabbed Jensen’s sternum-bruising knee and spun him, like a top, into position.
Jensen tensed, but instead of pain another lightning bolt of pleasure seared his brain. He cried out and ground himself down on Jared’s cock, seeking friction against that magic spot.
“Okay?” Jared moaned, coming back up into a kneeling position. His fingers bit into Jensen’s hips, as he rained hot, open-mouthed kisses down on Jensen’s throat. “We’re okay? I can—”
“Fuck me like an animal?” Jensen yanked Jared’s head up, desperate for his mouth. “I wish you would,” he said, plunging his tongue between Jared’s lips.
And you know, it really was like Jensen had set a wild animal loose. Jared devoured Jensen’s mouth, growling, biting, whining. He lifted Jensen up high until only his fat cockead remained trapped inside his lover’s body, only to slam him back down hard a second later. Again and again. Faster and faster. Unfortunately, he wasn’t hitting quite the right...
Jensen tore his lips away. “Hold me up,” was all the warning he gave before leaning way back in Jared’s arms. Ohhhh, yeah. There it was. Holy crap, Jensen was definitely getting an ‘I-heart-my prostate’ t-shirt printed after this!
Jared’s forearms bunched as he took Jensen’s entire weight on them, all while continuing to manipulate his friend’s body like a goddamned puppet – pistoning Jensen backward and forward on his brutally thick, wonderfully hard cock.
In the back of his mind, Jensen knew he should probably be contributing more, but, frankly, it was taking all of his concentration to simply stay upright. His fingernails left deep, blood-filled crescents in Jared’s biceps. His head lolled into the cradle of his shoulders.
And then Jensen caught their upside down reflection in the mirror.
Jared’s eyes were already there, watching Jensen fixedly, his handsome face twisted into an expression of pure, potent lust.    Fuck he was beautiful. Fuck Jensen was going to come hard.
Jensen wrapped a hand around his drooling dick and squeezed – perhaps staving off his orgasm, perhaps hurrying it on. Who could say? “Jay?” he whispered, surprising himself.
“Mmm. Yeah?” Jared moaned.
“You love me?”
Oh, shit! Not cool. That question was a mind-fuck-and-a-half. And it’s not like Jensen didn’t already know the answer. Still, he found himself holding his breath as he waited on Jared’s reply. His balls were so full, so tight; his cock so hard. Electricity zinged up his spine, arcing across his skin. He was poised on the brink of what felt like it was going to be the most intense orgasm of his life. He just needed to hear Jared’s answer.
“I’m pretty sure I already...told you...that...Jen,” Jared choked. His thrusts grew erratic. His cock swelled larger against the sides of Jensen’s colon, abrading the bulge of his prostate. Jared knocked Jensen’s hand away from where it was strangling his dick and replaced it with his own. His lube-slick fist pumped hard and fast. Jensen’s neck arched. He threw his weight back even more, causing Jared to lose his balance and fall forward onto one arm.
The sudden change in angle drove Jared’s cock even deeper. Jensen hollered at the hurting bliss of it all. “Tell me again!” he cried, as a tsunami of pleasure surged up from the soles of his feet..
Jared’s palm moved faster on Jensen’s cock. Jensen’s seed splashed over his hand. “I love you,” he moaned, raining kisses down on Jensen’s cheeks, temples, eyelids and mouth. “I love you so fucking much!” Jared drove himself deep one final time, Jensen’s name a prayer torn from his lips.
The heated throb of Jared’s orgasm pulled an answering wail from Jensen. His own climax stretched and extended, each pulse merging into another until it became one continuous roil of ecstasy; pleasure so intense it was excruciating.
Jensen’s asshole strangled his friend’s thick shaft while his own cock shimmied and shook and shot watery little spurts – his balls relentlessly clenching, trying to expel liquid that was no longer even in there. And his poor heart – it was pounding like a goddamned sledge-hammer, trying to rip its way right out of his chest.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, Fuck!” Jensen cried. Sun-bright fireworks ignited behind his tightly shut eyelids. His body stiffened, all the muscles seizing simultaneously. “Fuck, Jay, I love—!”
When Jensen’s asphyxiating arms suddenly fell slack, Jared caught his unconscious lover close and tenderly lowered him to the mattress.
TBC
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