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Title: Captivate
Fandom: CWRPS AU
Rating: NC17
Words: 1600+
Characters: Jared/Jensen
Summary: Jensen hasn't been completely honest with Jared. Luckily, all roads lead to SMUT.
Disclaimer: Nobody here is mine. Dammit.
Author's Note: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
josselin's AU 'verse again, which is here. Set roughly three years after my other fic in the 'verse. Thanks to josselin for beta as well :D
Jensen is... he's shocked when he comes and maybe a little bit embarrassed, but from the look on Jared's face Jared is flat out stunned, like he can't believe he did this, that this happened because of him. He just stares down at Jensen for the longest second and then falls on him, kissing and biting. He lets go of Jensen's arms to fumble at the fly of his pants and suddenly it's a race to see which of them can get his hand on Jared's cock first. When Jensen touches him, Jared makes a noise like Jensen hasn't heard out of him in years, and Jensen changes his mind. He tears his own jeans open and pulls his shirt up, and Jared ruts against the mess on Jensen's hip and belly and comes like that.
Jensen can still feel the imprint of Jared's fingers around his forearms, not quite hard enough to bruise, but there. Jared is panting, coming down off that hard rush and pushing his face into the crook of Jensen's neck, and Jensen runs his hands up Jared's back and wonders, well, what the hell now?
Jared beats him to it, lifting his head up enough to kiss over Jensen's jaw, towards his ear. "Jensen, God. You should've said something."
He's got to laugh at that, at himself, because he already feels the blush flaring up in his cheeks again. "Say what, exactly? 'Hey Jared, you ever wanted to hold me down and fuck me?'"
Jared makes a noise that should probably be illegal, judging by the effect it has on Jensen. "That works. Give me five minutes on that and we'll see, huh?"
Jensen laughs again, torn between embarrassed and turned-on and thinking Jared can't possibly be serious. He's sure moving like he's serious, though, grinding slowly on top of Jensen and applying teeth to his collarbone in ways that... okay, no. He shoves at Jared's shoulder, rocks his hip up to roll him off. "C'mon, we're a mess here."
Jared mutters and lets Jensen shift him over to the side. "Yeah, okay... oh." He blinks and it's like he's just now noticing what a wreck they both are.
"'Oh.' Yeah." Jensen echoes him and the look on Jared's face is so sheepish that Jensen has to touch it. Kiss him, and damn if they don't get out of these clothes soon, they're both going to regret it.
"When are your folks getting back?" Jared finishes unbuttoning Jensen's shirt, scoots back long enough to pull his three off over his head and toss two onto the floor. Him and his fucking layers.
"Five or six, they said." Jared's wiping at his belly with that last shirt and Jensen looks down to help, which is why he misses it when Jared gets his face all up in Jensen's neck again, breathing against his earlobe.
"Plenty of time."
--
Really, this isn't Jensen's fault. It's not. His second year of college kicked his ass even harder than the first year had, and he'll never be the one to break it to his parents but the boarding school brochures had all lied, "college prep" hadn't really prepared him for anything. Jared's summer job -- out on some ranch in the middle of nowhere -- had kept him right up until the beginning of the fall term and between it all, months passed and they hadn't seen each other.
By November, Jensen was threatening to either physically crawl down the phone line or mail himself to Jared, FedEx overnight. Jared had laughed at him and said, "So fly out for Thanksgiving. You do still get that off, right college boy?"
The words "get" and "off" in the same sentence had done a number on Jensen's composure (and, incidentally, his cell phone bill) but it had taken the edge off and given him something to look forward to, and possibly kept him from smothering his roommate in his sleep. The plane ticket became like a talisman, warding off midterm grades and crappy cafeteria food and that one T.A. that Jensen suspected of trying to flirt with him. It didn't matter, because he was going to see Jared soon.
Actually seeing Jared, though... well, he hadn't known.
Spotting his boyfriend's head above the crowd around the baggage carousel hadn't been that unusual, Jared had always been tall for his age. Plus, the hat added a couple of inches and those damned layers made for pretty good camouflage. It hadn't been until Jared had taken him by the arms, backed him against the tiled wall of the airport and kissed the breath out of him that Jensen realized Jared had gotten downright big. Big enough to manhandle Jensen without half thinking about it and Jensen... liked it. A lot.
His summer as a ranch hand had filled Jared out across the shoulders and chest, made him look like a man instead of a stretched-out boy but still, you know, Jared. Still the same guy who used to leave his wet towels hanging off the back of Jensen's desk chair and whose feet were always cold at night and who still moans like he's coming apart when Jensen sucks his cock only, suddenly, more of him.
How the fuck Julian figured it out, Jensen will never know. He hadn't known what to say to Jared about it so he hadn't said anything at all, just enjoyed being home and having him around and maybe tried not to watch too closely when Jared volunteered to help haul in the firewood.
That's probably what gave him away, come to think of it. Jensen knows his twin never said anything to Jared, at least. No, Julian kept his catty comments for Jensen's ears only, and that made it damned difficult for Jensen to either stop thinking about it or figure out a way to say something to Jared.
Which is how they got to the point where Jared happened to pin Jensen to the bed -- just making out, nothing serious to it at all -- and Jensen came in his pants.
--
"God, I have got to fuck you. Right now." Jared's pants have vanished and he's working Jensen's jeans down his legs with, what, his knees? Must be, considering his hands haven't stopped for a second, skimming over Jensen's chest, shoving at his shoulder and wrapping-- oh Jesus, Jensen's hard all over again.
"You don't. Have to do this." Jensen's voice sounds feeble in his own ears, he thinks maybe he's craved this for even longer than he realized but if Jared isn't into it, well.
Jared grips the back of Jensen's neck and holds him still, his other arm looping beneath Jensen's knee and tugging his leg up and up. "I want to." Jared kisses him then, nipping and sucking until Jensen's lips are swollen and hot. "I really want to."
It's kind of crazy, Jared doesn't have that much height on him so how he can manage to keep Jensen spread and pinned and practically fucking immobile-- Jensen stops even trying to figure it out when Jared slips a second finger into his ass, just slides his hands up into Jared's hair -- the only body parts he can currently move at all -- and tries not to embarrass himself all over again.
"Fuck, Jensen, why didn't you tell me?" Jensen can't answer him, just moans and tries to hitch up on Jared's fingers. "Kinky bastard, so hot like this." Jared twists, shoves his hip against the back of Jensen's thigh and pins him back down. "Christ, I wanna fuck you until you taste me."
Jensen doesn't think he could possibly be any more bound up in Jared than he is already but he's wrong, so very wrong. Jared shrugs Jensen's legs up onto his shoulders -- he's going to feel the stretch in his hips for days -- drags Jensen's arms from around his neck and presses them to the bed, and then stops. Just watches him. Waiting.
Jensen twists his wrists in Jared's grip, and feels his own cock twitch on his belly. "Oh... God."
Jared's answering grin is downright wicked. "Yeah."
And then Jared fucks him. Jensen knows he can't do a thing but take it, but he still can't stop trying anyway, can't stop pushing. Jared curses into his mouth, shifts until he's got Jensen's wrists wrapped up in a single hand and shoves Jensen's hip back down with the other. Jensen keens, he doesn't think he can fucking take much more of this except, somehow, he does and it's the most incredible thing. He can't see anything but Jared, can't feel anything else in the Goddamned world but him, over Jensen and inside of him, and Jensen doesn't know what the hell he yells when he comes, but Jared. Jared rests his forehead against Jensen's and pumps into his body and it sounds like he sobs.
"Jared."
Jared's hold on his wrists slackens, he rubs his thumb against the palm of one of Jensen's hands and slides up until their fingers lace together before he answers. "Yeah. You alright?"
"'M fine." He'll be walking funny for a while, but really.... "Better than fine."
Jared breathes out and noses at the side of Jensen's face, nodding slowly. "Okay. Okay."
"A little bent, though." That makes Jared laugh, finally, and he eases Jensen's legs down to the bed, one after the other. "Are you okay?"
"Uh huh. That was-- wow." Jared's still... arranging Jensen, for lack of a better word, and Jensen thinks he'll have to get used to that. For values of 'get used to' that don't include popping wood like a horny sixteen-year-old. "So, the next time you get some, y'know, idea into your head, you'll tell me, right?"
"You trying to kill me with sex, Jared Padalecki?"
Jared laughs again, and Jensen thinks maybe that wouldn't be a bad way to go.
Fandom: CWRPS AU
Rating: NC17
Words: 1600+
Characters: Jared/Jensen
Summary: Jensen hasn't been completely honest with Jared. Luckily, all roads lead to SMUT.
Disclaimer: Nobody here is mine. Dammit.
Author's Note: For
josselin's AU 'verse again, which is here. Set roughly three years after my other fic in the 'verse. Thanks to josselin for beta as well :DJensen is... he's shocked when he comes and maybe a little bit embarrassed, but from the look on Jared's face Jared is flat out stunned, like he can't believe he did this, that this happened because of him. He just stares down at Jensen for the longest second and then falls on him, kissing and biting. He lets go of Jensen's arms to fumble at the fly of his pants and suddenly it's a race to see which of them can get his hand on Jared's cock first. When Jensen touches him, Jared makes a noise like Jensen hasn't heard out of him in years, and Jensen changes his mind. He tears his own jeans open and pulls his shirt up, and Jared ruts against the mess on Jensen's hip and belly and comes like that.
Jensen can still feel the imprint of Jared's fingers around his forearms, not quite hard enough to bruise, but there. Jared is panting, coming down off that hard rush and pushing his face into the crook of Jensen's neck, and Jensen runs his hands up Jared's back and wonders, well, what the hell now?
Jared beats him to it, lifting his head up enough to kiss over Jensen's jaw, towards his ear. "Jensen, God. You should've said something."
He's got to laugh at that, at himself, because he already feels the blush flaring up in his cheeks again. "Say what, exactly? 'Hey Jared, you ever wanted to hold me down and fuck me?'"
Jared makes a noise that should probably be illegal, judging by the effect it has on Jensen. "That works. Give me five minutes on that and we'll see, huh?"
Jensen laughs again, torn between embarrassed and turned-on and thinking Jared can't possibly be serious. He's sure moving like he's serious, though, grinding slowly on top of Jensen and applying teeth to his collarbone in ways that... okay, no. He shoves at Jared's shoulder, rocks his hip up to roll him off. "C'mon, we're a mess here."
Jared mutters and lets Jensen shift him over to the side. "Yeah, okay... oh." He blinks and it's like he's just now noticing what a wreck they both are.
"'Oh.' Yeah." Jensen echoes him and the look on Jared's face is so sheepish that Jensen has to touch it. Kiss him, and damn if they don't get out of these clothes soon, they're both going to regret it.
"When are your folks getting back?" Jared finishes unbuttoning Jensen's shirt, scoots back long enough to pull his three off over his head and toss two onto the floor. Him and his fucking layers.
"Five or six, they said." Jared's wiping at his belly with that last shirt and Jensen looks down to help, which is why he misses it when Jared gets his face all up in Jensen's neck again, breathing against his earlobe.
"Plenty of time."
--
Really, this isn't Jensen's fault. It's not. His second year of college kicked his ass even harder than the first year had, and he'll never be the one to break it to his parents but the boarding school brochures had all lied, "college prep" hadn't really prepared him for anything. Jared's summer job -- out on some ranch in the middle of nowhere -- had kept him right up until the beginning of the fall term and between it all, months passed and they hadn't seen each other.
By November, Jensen was threatening to either physically crawl down the phone line or mail himself to Jared, FedEx overnight. Jared had laughed at him and said, "So fly out for Thanksgiving. You do still get that off, right college boy?"
The words "get" and "off" in the same sentence had done a number on Jensen's composure (and, incidentally, his cell phone bill) but it had taken the edge off and given him something to look forward to, and possibly kept him from smothering his roommate in his sleep. The plane ticket became like a talisman, warding off midterm grades and crappy cafeteria food and that one T.A. that Jensen suspected of trying to flirt with him. It didn't matter, because he was going to see Jared soon.
Actually seeing Jared, though... well, he hadn't known.
Spotting his boyfriend's head above the crowd around the baggage carousel hadn't been that unusual, Jared had always been tall for his age. Plus, the hat added a couple of inches and those damned layers made for pretty good camouflage. It hadn't been until Jared had taken him by the arms, backed him against the tiled wall of the airport and kissed the breath out of him that Jensen realized Jared had gotten downright big. Big enough to manhandle Jensen without half thinking about it and Jensen... liked it. A lot.
His summer as a ranch hand had filled Jared out across the shoulders and chest, made him look like a man instead of a stretched-out boy but still, you know, Jared. Still the same guy who used to leave his wet towels hanging off the back of Jensen's desk chair and whose feet were always cold at night and who still moans like he's coming apart when Jensen sucks his cock only, suddenly, more of him.
How the fuck Julian figured it out, Jensen will never know. He hadn't known what to say to Jared about it so he hadn't said anything at all, just enjoyed being home and having him around and maybe tried not to watch too closely when Jared volunteered to help haul in the firewood.
That's probably what gave him away, come to think of it. Jensen knows his twin never said anything to Jared, at least. No, Julian kept his catty comments for Jensen's ears only, and that made it damned difficult for Jensen to either stop thinking about it or figure out a way to say something to Jared.
Which is how they got to the point where Jared happened to pin Jensen to the bed -- just making out, nothing serious to it at all -- and Jensen came in his pants.
--
"God, I have got to fuck you. Right now." Jared's pants have vanished and he's working Jensen's jeans down his legs with, what, his knees? Must be, considering his hands haven't stopped for a second, skimming over Jensen's chest, shoving at his shoulder and wrapping-- oh Jesus, Jensen's hard all over again.
"You don't. Have to do this." Jensen's voice sounds feeble in his own ears, he thinks maybe he's craved this for even longer than he realized but if Jared isn't into it, well.
Jared grips the back of Jensen's neck and holds him still, his other arm looping beneath Jensen's knee and tugging his leg up and up. "I want to." Jared kisses him then, nipping and sucking until Jensen's lips are swollen and hot. "I really want to."
It's kind of crazy, Jared doesn't have that much height on him so how he can manage to keep Jensen spread and pinned and practically fucking immobile-- Jensen stops even trying to figure it out when Jared slips a second finger into his ass, just slides his hands up into Jared's hair -- the only body parts he can currently move at all -- and tries not to embarrass himself all over again.
"Fuck, Jensen, why didn't you tell me?" Jensen can't answer him, just moans and tries to hitch up on Jared's fingers. "Kinky bastard, so hot like this." Jared twists, shoves his hip against the back of Jensen's thigh and pins him back down. "Christ, I wanna fuck you until you taste me."
Jensen doesn't think he could possibly be any more bound up in Jared than he is already but he's wrong, so very wrong. Jared shrugs Jensen's legs up onto his shoulders -- he's going to feel the stretch in his hips for days -- drags Jensen's arms from around his neck and presses them to the bed, and then stops. Just watches him. Waiting.
Jensen twists his wrists in Jared's grip, and feels his own cock twitch on his belly. "Oh... God."
Jared's answering grin is downright wicked. "Yeah."
And then Jared fucks him. Jensen knows he can't do a thing but take it, but he still can't stop trying anyway, can't stop pushing. Jared curses into his mouth, shifts until he's got Jensen's wrists wrapped up in a single hand and shoves Jensen's hip back down with the other. Jensen keens, he doesn't think he can fucking take much more of this except, somehow, he does and it's the most incredible thing. He can't see anything but Jared, can't feel anything else in the Goddamned world but him, over Jensen and inside of him, and Jensen doesn't know what the hell he yells when he comes, but Jared. Jared rests his forehead against Jensen's and pumps into his body and it sounds like he sobs.
"Jared."
Jared's hold on his wrists slackens, he rubs his thumb against the palm of one of Jensen's hands and slides up until their fingers lace together before he answers. "Yeah. You alright?"
"'M fine." He'll be walking funny for a while, but really.... "Better than fine."
Jared breathes out and noses at the side of Jensen's face, nodding slowly. "Okay. Okay."
"A little bent, though." That makes Jared laugh, finally, and he eases Jensen's legs down to the bed, one after the other. "Are you okay?"
"Uh huh. That was-- wow." Jared's still... arranging Jensen, for lack of a better word, and Jensen thinks he'll have to get used to that. For values of 'get used to' that don't include popping wood like a horny sixteen-year-old. "So, the next time you get some, y'know, idea into your head, you'll tell me, right?"
"You trying to kill me with sex, Jared Padalecki?"
Jared laughs again, and Jensen thinks maybe that wouldn't be a bad way to go.
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Which is how they got to the point where Jared happened to pin Jensen to the bed -- just making out, nothing serious to it at all -- and Jensen came in his pants.
Yay, you posted! Happy New Year!
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*takes another one*
aside from the general hotness and the image of jared suddenly filling out when jensen's not paying attention, i think my favorite mental picture is jared peeling off his THREE shirts. because he wouldn't be jared unless he was wearing layers of clothes.
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Okay, I really have no idea what to say here. Because I am dead from the hotness. Um.
Jared (in any incarnation) being toppy is a HUGE kink of mine, and when he said "Christ, I wanna fuck you until you taste me." I think I just blanked out for a couple minutes from like, pure hotness.
I love the little details you give, like "college prep" and Julian's snarky comments, and Jared's three layers of shirts.
And uh, the hot. That too.
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Yeah.
*is still quite a lot dazed, thank you, ♥*
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There are no more words.