Title: you make my heart beat faster
Author:
_mournthewicked
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: Adult.
Word Count: ~ 3,800
Warnings: Complete lack of anything resembling angst.
Disclaimer: Look up fiction in the dictionary. You won’t find a picture of this story, but the definition of the word ‘fiction’, which this is.
Summary: Jensen has a new favorite song, and he really can't wait for Jared to hear it.
Notes: This is a timestamp in the reinventing love 'verse and it takes place sometime after magnets. This is foronceinaugust, who participated in my charity exchange. ♥ Beta by the always fabulous kamikaze_redux.
Notes Part Deux: So, yesterday Matt Nathanson released his new single. It's called Faster, and this Jensen and I were both pretty excited about it. That song is instrumental to this story, and you can (and should) listen to it HERE while you read. ♥
Jared’s finishing up a shift at Ed’s when his phone buzzes in his pocket.
He’s taken to keeping his phone on him at all times ever since Jensen took that lacrosse stick to the head, the idiot. That and he has a dependency on his electronics that’s bordering on unhealthy, but mainly it’s because of the ‘Jensen is a dumbass’ thing.
He pulls his phone out of his pocket and swipes his thumb across the screen. It’s a text from Jensen, but he can’t read what it says until he opens it. He had to turn off the preview function when his mom happened to pick up his phone and see a particularly graphic text from Jensen on the screen.
Again, Jensen is an idiot. A little warning before the naughty texts would be nice.
Come home now.
That’s it, that’s all it says. This could be interpreted in many ways. One, maybe something terrible has happened. Or two, maybe Jensen really wants to get laid. Those are two very vast extremes, but it’s sort of hard to read tone through a three-word text, even if you are as ridiculously mindmelded as they are.
“Yo, Ed!” Jared calls out, and he hears the swishy sound of a kilt as Ed approaches. “It’s dead, man. Can I knock off a bit early?”
“Sure thing, dude,” Ed says with a wave of his hand. “Say hi to your boy for me.”
“Will do,” Jared says with a salute. He throws together a quick iced latte for Jensen and then heads out, walking in the direction of their apartment at a quick pace. Either someone’s dead or Jensen’s super horny, and either of those things would require his immediate attention.
He doesn’t see Josh’s car in its space when he approaches the building and he smiles to himself. He really hopes it’s the horniness thing and not the someone being dead thing, because now he’s really sort of in the mood.
Jared enters the apartment and immediately blinks against the onslaught of sound that assaults him. Jensen has the music cranked up high enough that their neighbors are probably crying and/or thinking up some sort of revenge.
“JENSEN!” He calls out over the song, which is unfamiliar but not at all unpleasant. Jensen comes out of their bedroom and runs up to Jared, hands gripping his shoulders as he bounces up and down. He’s grinning, which should mean that no one died. He’s also talking animatedly and Jared can’t hear a goddamn word of it. He waves his finger around his ear and then points at the stereo. Jensen’s mouth forms a perfect, pink little ‘o’ of understanding and he takes the remote out of his pocket to pause the music.
Jared takes a moment to revel in the silence and hands Jensen his latte. Jensen takes a sip and then kisses Jared soundly, letting him taste the cool coffee on his tongue.
“OH MY GOD,” Jensen says, loud and right in his face, and Jared blinks. So much for silence. “Jared!”
“What is it, babe?” Jared asks. He reaches out to grab Jensen by the hip. He just looks so happy, green eyes all big and bright and cheeks flushed. Jared wants to be a part of it.
“This!” Jensen says, and turns the music back on. To his credit, he lowers the volume considerably before turning around in Jared’s arms. “It’s awesome.”
“Okay...” Jared tips his head up like that will help him concentrate better. The voice singing the song sounds familiar, maybe even intimately so. He comes up with the answer at the same exact moment that Jensen opens his mouth.
“It’s Matt’s new single!” Jensen says with a grin, and then pulls out of Jared’s grasp to bounce and gyrate all over their living room.
Ah, yes. Matt Nathanson. The musical love of Jensen’s life. Jared has legitimately gotten jealous of the man a time or seven, but at the end of the day he loves how much Jensen loves him. And it is a cute song.
“This is our new song, by the way!” Jensen calls out over the din of the music. “We’re going to play it at our wedding if you ever get around to ninja-proposing.”
“It’s very peppy,” Jared says, bopping his head a little. “I like the horns.”
Jensen bounces up to him and wraps his arms around Jared’s neck, hips rocking against Jared’s in time with the music. It takes Jared a moment to realize that Jensen is trying to get him to dance, and then it’s too late. He’s being swung around the living room by his overexcited boyfriend and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.
“It makes me think of us,” Jensen says as the song starts over, because of course it’s on an infinite loop. “Listen.”
Jensen stops dragging him around to simply stand in the middle of the living room, arms wrapped around Jared’s waist as they sway together. Jared rests his forearms on Jensen’s shoulders and listens to the words.
You’re so delicious
You’re so soft
Sweet on the tip of my tongue
You taste like sunlight
And strawberry bubblegum
You bite my lip
You spike my blood
You make my heart beat faster
“Okay, yeah,” Jared admits. “I hear us in there.”
Jensen grins, squirming in Jared’s arms again. He can’t help but laugh. There are so many facets to Jensen’s personality, but Jared’s pretty sure that he’s the only one that gets to see this part of him, the gleeful joy that he radiates when he finds something that truly excites him. Jared loves seeing him like this, full of so much energy and life.
Jensen jumps up onto the coffee table, rocking up onto his toes and singing along, shaking his hips like he’s on a stage. Jared laughs and backs up to get a better view, stopping when the backs of his knees bump the sofa.
Jensen hops off of the table when the song ends and pushes Jared back onto the couch as it starts again, climbing into his lap and sitting down with his knees bracketing Jared’s hips. He wraps his arms around Jared’s neck and presses their foreheads together, his grin stretching wide across his face.
“You make my heart beat faster,” Jensen sings along, breath hot and damp against Jared’s ear. He keeps on singing, hips rolling almost imperceptibly as he gets the words out. The asshole knows what Jensen singing does to him, how riled up it gets him. “Faster, faster,” Jensen grunts. His tongue curls around the whorl of Jared’s ear and he shivers. “I can’t get enough.”
“Okay,” Jared breathes as he curls his fingers around Jensen’s undulating hips. “You got me. I love this song.”
“Knew you would,” Jensen says through a grin, and then he sits up on Jared’s lap in time to sing the peppy chorus. He’s bouncing up and down, moving all around, grunting ridiculously along with Matt. Jared can’t help but to laugh, even as his dick swells in his jeans.
The song slows down again and Jensen leans down, fingers curling into Jared’s hair and tipping his head back for a kiss. It’s slow and intense, Jensen’s tongue fucking into his mouth with a lazy sort of intent. Jared moans and grips Jensen’s hips tighter, fingers slipping under his thin tee to rest on bare skin. Jensen’s hips are still moving, jerking back in forth in time with the song, and it only serves to get Jared harder, make him want deep into his bones.
They kiss through two whole plays of the song, Jensen sucking on his tongue and nipping at his lips, hands sliding up his flanks to tickle at the sensitive skin below his arms. Jared is so hard that he’s aching, hips rocking in time with Jensen’s in some obscene facsimile of a dance.
Jensen pulls away when the song starts up again, breath husky against Jared’s jaw. “You’re so delicious,” he says, swiping his tongue against the faint stubble on Jared’s chin. “You’re so soft,” he sings, hands sliding around to Jared’s chest underneath his shirt. Jared is so turned on that his head is swimming and damn, he’s sending Matt Nathanson a goddamn fruit basket. “Sweet on the tip of my tongue,” Jensen sings, tongue flicking across the dip below Jared’s bottom lip. “You taste like sunlight and strawberry bubble gum. You bite my lip,” Jensen breathes, and then Jared does, taking that plump bottom lip between his teeth. Jensen moans, hips jerking against Jared’s. You spike my blood, you make my heart beat faster.”
Jensen pulls off his shirt and tosses it aside before making quick work of Jared’s. He takes a moment to try and remember what day it is, what Josh’s schedule is and when he might be home, but his brain isn’t really cooperating. Instead he just leans in to mouth at Jensen’s chest, tongue flicking out to curl around a dusky pink nipple.
Jensen pushes him back against the sofa and Jared wriggles, hands sliding up over Jensen’s ribcage to curl around his shoulders. Jensen leans in again, grin pressing against Jared’s jaw for a moment before he starts to sing again.
“It’s the way you swell slow, pushing right out of your seams.” His hand slides between them to cup Jared’s dick through the denim and he hisses, fingertips digging into Jensen’s shoulders. He grins, lips pressing against Jared’s once more before he slides backwards, slinking to the floor in a way that’s so sexy that it should be illegal. “It’s the way you smile, baby, when you’ve got me on my knees,” he sings in a low rumble, and holy shit.
Jensen is still moving with the music as he pops the button on Jared’s fly and drags them down his hips along with his underwear. Jensen licks his lips and looks up at Jared through his lashes, grinning like he’s the luckiest boy in the world, and Jared dimly thinks that he’d fight him for the title.
“Sweet on the tip of my tongue,” Jensen says again, dragging his tongue across the head of Jared’s dick. “Like sunlight and strawberry bubble gum.”
“Only you, oh, can rattle my bones,” Jared sings, and Jensen’s eyes flash dark and dangerous before he screws his mouth down on Jared’s dick. He sucks him sloppily, and oh god, fucking hums along with the song as he does it, jesus. “Fuck, Jensen.”
Jensen hums happily around his dick, tongue wiggling against the bundle of nerves under the head before he sucks greedily at the slit. It’s wet and messy but so goddamn good. Jared tangles his fingers in Jensen’s hair, tugging him down harder on his dick like he knows Jensen can take it. Jensen just moans and relaxes his throat, letting Jared slide right in.
Jared holds him there for a second and then pulls him up and off, fingers swiping across Jensen’s swollen lips for a moment. Jensen grins wolfishly and bats Jared’s hands away to get back at his dick. He closes his lips around the head and sucks, hard, tongue digging at the slit.
Jared feels himself tense up and Jensen’s hands slap down onto his thighs. He looks up at Jared with bright green eyes and shakes his head without ever letting up on Jared’s dick. It’s a clear command, do not come, and Jared knows that even though Jensen is the one on his knees, he’s also the one in control. He swallows hard and lets his head fall back against the sofa, because if he looks at Jensen’s fucking face for another second, he’s going to blow his load right down his throat.
Jared keeps one hand on the back of Jensen’s head, fingers tugging at his hair as he takes a deep breath and tries to keep his orgasm at bay. Jensen pulls up off of his cock with a slick pop and Jared groans, eyes going back to Jensen’s face as he sucks in a breath.
“Wanna fuck me?” Jensen asks with a happy grin as he gets up and kicks off his jeans. Jared blinks dazedly, dick twitching at the sight of Jensen’s naked body, skin flushed pink with arousal and joy.
“Is that a trick question?” Jared asks breathlessly. “Get your pretty ass up here.”
Jensen crawls into Jared’s lap and rocks against him, painting a smear of fluid across Jared’s abs. He kisses Jared happily, laughing into it. It makes Jared chuckle, arms going tight around Jensen’s body and pulling him closer.
“You make my heart beat faster,” Jensen sings happily, teeth closing on Jared’s bottom lip and tugging. “I can’t get enough.”
“Best song ever,” Jared breathes as he plunges his hand between the couch cushions. He finds the lube that they stashed there, the tube that Josh is never supposed to know about, and slicks his fingers. “Fuckin’ love you, Jen.”
“Likewise, baby,” Jensen laughs, lifting up on his knees so Jared’s fingers can find their mark. Jared gets one in, slicking him up before slipping two inside. Jensen moans happily, mouthing clumsily at the tendon in Jared’s neck. “Mm, feels good. Want your cock, Jared. So big inside me, so fuckin’ good.”
“Fuck.” Jared bites down on Jensen’s freckled shoulder and slips a third finger in, twisting them sharply just to feel Jensen’s hips twitch. He withdraws his fingers and grabs Jensen’s hips, looking up at him with dark eyes. “Gonna ride me? Wanna feel you bounce on me, since you seem to be so into it.”
Jensen grins and moves his shoulders back and forth like he’s dancing, lips pressing underneath Jared’s eye before he sits up and reaches back to grab the base of Jared’s dick. He keeps their eyes locked as he sinks down, puffy lips parting on a moan as he settles himself on Jared’s lap.
“Mm, yeah,” Jensen breathes, wriggling his hips a bit. Jared digs his nails into Jensen’s skin, mouth going slack as Jensen clenches down around him. He’s hot, so fucking hot, and tight. Every single time, so fucking tight, like a vice clamping down on Jared’s dick in the best possible way. “Don’t come ‘til I say.”
Jared nods and looks down to the place where their bodies meet as Jensen starts to move up down, twisting his hips before sliding back down. It’s like he’s fucking dancing, hips undulating and swiveling in Jared’s lap, and it’s all he can do to just hold the fuck on.
The song is still playing in the background and Jared sort of wants to keep it going on a constant loop for the rest of their goddamn lives if it makes Jensen act like this.
“Jensen, you’re gonna fucking kill me,” Jared pants, and Jensen just rests his hands against Jared’s chest and rides even harder. He can hear the slap of their bodies connecting over the music and he keens, one hand flattening against Jensen’s sweaty lower back as the other curls around his cock. He jerks him tight and fast, just this side of rough, and Jensen moans like it’s the best thing he’s ever felt. “You’re gonna come all over yourself. Fuck, Jen. Wanna see it. Wanna taste it.”
He pulls up hard on Jensen’s dick and he cries out, head falling back as he grinds down hard against Jared’s lap in a scintillating figure eight. Jared wants to come so fucking bad, can feel his orgasm licking up his spine like flames, but he can’t. Not until Jensen does.
He catches Jensen’s slit with the edge of his thumbnail and Jensen very nearly screams. He’s not bouncing anymore, just rutting down against Jared, cock buried fully inside of him. There’s no rhythm, not anymore, and Jared fucking loves it when Jensen becomes nothing but a writhing ball of sensation and want.
Jared wiggles around to get some leverage and thrusts up hard, at the perfect angle to hit that spot deep inside of Jensen. He tosses his head back with a loud shout and comes hard, shooting thick ropes of it all over his own chest and stomach.
“Holy shit,” Jared breathes, hands petting down Jensen’s back when he slumps forward. Jensen’s thighs are trembling and Jared grins wickedly against his neck. He grabs Jensen around the hips and hauls him up off of his cock, twisting their bodies to shove him down onto his back against the sofa.
He slips between Jensen’s legs and watches, pleased, as Jensen’s eyes widen. His hips are still twitching with aftershocks as Jared slides back inside.
“Oh Jared, oh fuck.” Jensen lets one foot fall to the floor and wraps the other leg around Jared’s waist.
“Shh,” Jared breathes as the song starts over yet again. Oddly enough, Jared is nowhere near sick of it. “You’re mine now, babe. Lie back and take it.”
Jared thrusts in hard and Jensen’s eyes roll back into his head for a moment, a low groan bubbling up from his chest. He hooks his sweaty arms around Jared’s neck and just holds on as he fucks into him, hard and deep. He hits the right spot every time, and it’s not long before Jensen is hard against his belly again.
“Gonna make you come again,” Jared promises, and Jensen moans. Jared slams into him, pushing Jensen up the sofa a little bit. He wraps his hand around Jensen’s dick and he keens, back coming up in a feline arch as Jared strokes him. “Mm, yeah. Look at you. You fuckin’ love this. Just letting me and Matt double team you.”
“Ugh, if only,” Jensen manages through a grin, and Jared chuckles roughly. He leans down to kiss Jensen’s slack mouth, tongue fucking inside in time with his thrusts. Jensen drags his nails down Jared’s back, sweat stinging the lines, and he fucks him just a little bit harder. “Oh god, Jared, fuck.”
“Yeah, baby,” Jared encourages, thumb rubbing insistently at the slit. Jensen jerks like he’s touched a live wire, crying out harshly as he comes again, spurting all over his stomach and Jared’s fist. “That’s it.”
Jared only thrusts twice more before he finally gives into the scorching pleasure unfurling low at the base of his spine. It punches outward, making his whole body shake as he empties himself inside of Jensen, who is too out of it to do more than moan softly.
He collapses on top of Jensen when it’s over, smashing their sweaty bodies onto the sofa as they pant roughly into each other’s skin.
“I can’t feel my legs,” Jensen finally says, thighs still trembling minutely against Jared. “Oh god, you broke me with your giant dick.” Jared reaches down and pinches Jensen’s inner thigh hard. “Ow!”
“You’re fine,” Jared drawls. He digs his fingers into Jensen’s sweaty hair and manages to lift his head. “Love you, Jen.”
“Mm, love you, too,” Jensen mumbles, presses a lazy kiss to the side of Jared’s face. “Love this song.”
“Won’t ever be able to hear it without getting hard, you realize,” Jared says, and Jensen just grins, lazy and content.
“Ah, my evil plan worked,” he laughs, and Jared rolls his eyes. He kisses Jensen’s mouth, loses himself in it, and jumps when he hears a startled yelp.
“What the FUCK?” Jared turns his head to see Josh in the doorway, eyes wide as he looks at them. Jared looks over his shoulder at the sweaty, naked expanse of his back and sees their thighs tangled together.
“Whoops,” Jared chuckles, and Jensen buries his face in Jared’s neck. He’s shaking and it takes a moment for Jared to realize that he’s laughing. Jared pulls the throw off of the back of the sofa and tosses it over their bodies. “Sorry, man.”
“I HATE you,” Josh says as he tosses his messenger bag to the floor. His face is bright red and Jared laughs against the sweaty curve of Jensen’s shoulder. “We share that couch.”
“A little Febreze goes a long way,” Jensen says around Jared’s shoulder. “Sorry, big brother.”
“You shut your mouth when you talk to me!” Josh snaps, wagging a finger at them. “There were rules. Firmly established rules when you two moved in. Those rules included no fucking in common areas. Grandma knitted that blanket, you assholes.”
Josh hits the power button on the stereo and Matt’s voice fades away, leaving the room oddly silent.
“I liked that couch,” Josh says, and he sounds so sad. "Now whenever I sit on it all I’ll be able to smell is ass, jizz, and shame.”
“There’s no shame in what we did,” Jensen says, and even presses a kiss to the curve of Jared’s neck.
“No, my shame,” Josh replies. “I’m ashamed of you. Oh yeah, Josh. Invite your fucking gay nympho little brothers to move into the place you live. Best idea ever. Not.”
Jared laughs hard, still buried deep inside of Jensen. This apparently feels great, because Jensen lets out a low moan before he can help it. Josh lets out a sharp gasp and Jared tenses.
“Are you – you’re,” Josh stutters, hands flying to his face as his eyes widen dramatically. “Get out of him!”
“Uh, Josh?” Jared says, and Josh blinks a little. He winces at the sight of them, arms going around himself like he’s trying to give himself comfort. “If you got the fuck out of here for a second, we’d make ourselves scarce.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Josh says as he heads towards his room. “I need to pour bleach in my eyeballs anyway.”
His bedroom door slams and Jared and Jensen look at each other. They crack up at the same time and Jensen lifts his head, bumping his nose against Jared’s.
“Shower?” Jensen asks, and Jared nods. He flings the blanket off of them and carefully pulls out before he gets off of the sofa, holding a hand out for Jensen to take. He gets up on unsteady legs, wobbling for a moment. Jared smirks smugly and Jensen raises a brow. “Don’t look so proud of yourself.”
“But I am proud,” Jared says, wrapping his arms around Jensen from behind as he walks them into the bathroom. Jensen hums the song under his breath as Jared starts the shower.
“So hey,” Jensen says absently. Jared turns to see him rubbing at the drying come on his belly, and Jared’s cock twitches feebly. “I think I’m gonna learn how to play that song on my guitar. What do you think?”
Jared’s cock twitches again, hardening at the mere thought, and he pushes Jensen into the shower to show him exactly what he thinks of the idea.
[end.]
♥
Author:
_mournthewickedPairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: Adult.
Word Count: ~ 3,800
Warnings: Complete lack of anything resembling angst.
Disclaimer: Look up fiction in the dictionary. You won’t find a picture of this story, but the definition of the word ‘fiction’, which this is.
Summary: Jensen has a new favorite song, and he really can't wait for Jared to hear it.
Notes: This is a timestamp in the reinventing love 'verse and it takes place sometime after magnets. This is for
onceinaugust, who participated in my charity exchange. ♥ Beta by the always fabulous kamikaze_redux.Notes Part Deux: So, yesterday Matt Nathanson released his new single. It's called Faster, and this Jensen and I were both pretty excited about it. That song is instrumental to this story, and you can (and should) listen to it HERE while you read. ♥
Jared’s finishing up a shift at Ed’s when his phone buzzes in his pocket.
He’s taken to keeping his phone on him at all times ever since Jensen took that lacrosse stick to the head, the idiot. That and he has a dependency on his electronics that’s bordering on unhealthy, but mainly it’s because of the ‘Jensen is a dumbass’ thing.
He pulls his phone out of his pocket and swipes his thumb across the screen. It’s a text from Jensen, but he can’t read what it says until he opens it. He had to turn off the preview function when his mom happened to pick up his phone and see a particularly graphic text from Jensen on the screen.
Again, Jensen is an idiot. A little warning before the naughty texts would be nice.
Come home now.
That’s it, that’s all it says. This could be interpreted in many ways. One, maybe something terrible has happened. Or two, maybe Jensen really wants to get laid. Those are two very vast extremes, but it’s sort of hard to read tone through a three-word text, even if you are as ridiculously mindmelded as they are.
“Yo, Ed!” Jared calls out, and he hears the swishy sound of a kilt as Ed approaches. “It’s dead, man. Can I knock off a bit early?”
“Sure thing, dude,” Ed says with a wave of his hand. “Say hi to your boy for me.”
“Will do,” Jared says with a salute. He throws together a quick iced latte for Jensen and then heads out, walking in the direction of their apartment at a quick pace. Either someone’s dead or Jensen’s super horny, and either of those things would require his immediate attention.
He doesn’t see Josh’s car in its space when he approaches the building and he smiles to himself. He really hopes it’s the horniness thing and not the someone being dead thing, because now he’s really sort of in the mood.
Jared enters the apartment and immediately blinks against the onslaught of sound that assaults him. Jensen has the music cranked up high enough that their neighbors are probably crying and/or thinking up some sort of revenge.
“JENSEN!” He calls out over the song, which is unfamiliar but not at all unpleasant. Jensen comes out of their bedroom and runs up to Jared, hands gripping his shoulders as he bounces up and down. He’s grinning, which should mean that no one died. He’s also talking animatedly and Jared can’t hear a goddamn word of it. He waves his finger around his ear and then points at the stereo. Jensen’s mouth forms a perfect, pink little ‘o’ of understanding and he takes the remote out of his pocket to pause the music.
Jared takes a moment to revel in the silence and hands Jensen his latte. Jensen takes a sip and then kisses Jared soundly, letting him taste the cool coffee on his tongue.
“OH MY GOD,” Jensen says, loud and right in his face, and Jared blinks. So much for silence. “Jared!”
“What is it, babe?” Jared asks. He reaches out to grab Jensen by the hip. He just looks so happy, green eyes all big and bright and cheeks flushed. Jared wants to be a part of it.
“This!” Jensen says, and turns the music back on. To his credit, he lowers the volume considerably before turning around in Jared’s arms. “It’s awesome.”
“Okay...” Jared tips his head up like that will help him concentrate better. The voice singing the song sounds familiar, maybe even intimately so. He comes up with the answer at the same exact moment that Jensen opens his mouth.
“It’s Matt’s new single!” Jensen says with a grin, and then pulls out of Jared’s grasp to bounce and gyrate all over their living room.
Ah, yes. Matt Nathanson. The musical love of Jensen’s life. Jared has legitimately gotten jealous of the man a time or seven, but at the end of the day he loves how much Jensen loves him. And it is a cute song.
“This is our new song, by the way!” Jensen calls out over the din of the music. “We’re going to play it at our wedding if you ever get around to ninja-proposing.”
“It’s very peppy,” Jared says, bopping his head a little. “I like the horns.”
Jensen bounces up to him and wraps his arms around Jared’s neck, hips rocking against Jared’s in time with the music. It takes Jared a moment to realize that Jensen is trying to get him to dance, and then it’s too late. He’s being swung around the living room by his overexcited boyfriend and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.
“It makes me think of us,” Jensen says as the song starts over, because of course it’s on an infinite loop. “Listen.”
Jensen stops dragging him around to simply stand in the middle of the living room, arms wrapped around Jared’s waist as they sway together. Jared rests his forearms on Jensen’s shoulders and listens to the words.
You’re so delicious
You’re so soft
Sweet on the tip of my tongue
You taste like sunlight
And strawberry bubblegum
You bite my lip
You spike my blood
You make my heart beat faster
“Okay, yeah,” Jared admits. “I hear us in there.”
Jensen grins, squirming in Jared’s arms again. He can’t help but laugh. There are so many facets to Jensen’s personality, but Jared’s pretty sure that he’s the only one that gets to see this part of him, the gleeful joy that he radiates when he finds something that truly excites him. Jared loves seeing him like this, full of so much energy and life.
Jensen jumps up onto the coffee table, rocking up onto his toes and singing along, shaking his hips like he’s on a stage. Jared laughs and backs up to get a better view, stopping when the backs of his knees bump the sofa.
Jensen hops off of the table when the song ends and pushes Jared back onto the couch as it starts again, climbing into his lap and sitting down with his knees bracketing Jared’s hips. He wraps his arms around Jared’s neck and presses their foreheads together, his grin stretching wide across his face.
“You make my heart beat faster,” Jensen sings along, breath hot and damp against Jared’s ear. He keeps on singing, hips rolling almost imperceptibly as he gets the words out. The asshole knows what Jensen singing does to him, how riled up it gets him. “Faster, faster,” Jensen grunts. His tongue curls around the whorl of Jared’s ear and he shivers. “I can’t get enough.”
“Okay,” Jared breathes as he curls his fingers around Jensen’s undulating hips. “You got me. I love this song.”
“Knew you would,” Jensen says through a grin, and then he sits up on Jared’s lap in time to sing the peppy chorus. He’s bouncing up and down, moving all around, grunting ridiculously along with Matt. Jared can’t help but to laugh, even as his dick swells in his jeans.
The song slows down again and Jensen leans down, fingers curling into Jared’s hair and tipping his head back for a kiss. It’s slow and intense, Jensen’s tongue fucking into his mouth with a lazy sort of intent. Jared moans and grips Jensen’s hips tighter, fingers slipping under his thin tee to rest on bare skin. Jensen’s hips are still moving, jerking back in forth in time with the song, and it only serves to get Jared harder, make him want deep into his bones.
They kiss through two whole plays of the song, Jensen sucking on his tongue and nipping at his lips, hands sliding up his flanks to tickle at the sensitive skin below his arms. Jared is so hard that he’s aching, hips rocking in time with Jensen’s in some obscene facsimile of a dance.
Jensen pulls away when the song starts up again, breath husky against Jared’s jaw. “You’re so delicious,” he says, swiping his tongue against the faint stubble on Jared’s chin. “You’re so soft,” he sings, hands sliding around to Jared’s chest underneath his shirt. Jared is so turned on that his head is swimming and damn, he’s sending Matt Nathanson a goddamn fruit basket. “Sweet on the tip of my tongue,” Jensen sings, tongue flicking across the dip below Jared’s bottom lip. “You taste like sunlight and strawberry bubble gum. You bite my lip,” Jensen breathes, and then Jared does, taking that plump bottom lip between his teeth. Jensen moans, hips jerking against Jared’s. You spike my blood, you make my heart beat faster.”
Jensen pulls off his shirt and tosses it aside before making quick work of Jared’s. He takes a moment to try and remember what day it is, what Josh’s schedule is and when he might be home, but his brain isn’t really cooperating. Instead he just leans in to mouth at Jensen’s chest, tongue flicking out to curl around a dusky pink nipple.
Jensen pushes him back against the sofa and Jared wriggles, hands sliding up over Jensen’s ribcage to curl around his shoulders. Jensen leans in again, grin pressing against Jared’s jaw for a moment before he starts to sing again.
“It’s the way you swell slow, pushing right out of your seams.” His hand slides between them to cup Jared’s dick through the denim and he hisses, fingertips digging into Jensen’s shoulders. He grins, lips pressing against Jared’s once more before he slides backwards, slinking to the floor in a way that’s so sexy that it should be illegal. “It’s the way you smile, baby, when you’ve got me on my knees,” he sings in a low rumble, and holy shit.
Jensen is still moving with the music as he pops the button on Jared’s fly and drags them down his hips along with his underwear. Jensen licks his lips and looks up at Jared through his lashes, grinning like he’s the luckiest boy in the world, and Jared dimly thinks that he’d fight him for the title.
“Sweet on the tip of my tongue,” Jensen says again, dragging his tongue across the head of Jared’s dick. “Like sunlight and strawberry bubble gum.”
“Only you, oh, can rattle my bones,” Jared sings, and Jensen’s eyes flash dark and dangerous before he screws his mouth down on Jared’s dick. He sucks him sloppily, and oh god, fucking hums along with the song as he does it, jesus. “Fuck, Jensen.”
Jensen hums happily around his dick, tongue wiggling against the bundle of nerves under the head before he sucks greedily at the slit. It’s wet and messy but so goddamn good. Jared tangles his fingers in Jensen’s hair, tugging him down harder on his dick like he knows Jensen can take it. Jensen just moans and relaxes his throat, letting Jared slide right in.
Jared holds him there for a second and then pulls him up and off, fingers swiping across Jensen’s swollen lips for a moment. Jensen grins wolfishly and bats Jared’s hands away to get back at his dick. He closes his lips around the head and sucks, hard, tongue digging at the slit.
Jared feels himself tense up and Jensen’s hands slap down onto his thighs. He looks up at Jared with bright green eyes and shakes his head without ever letting up on Jared’s dick. It’s a clear command, do not come, and Jared knows that even though Jensen is the one on his knees, he’s also the one in control. He swallows hard and lets his head fall back against the sofa, because if he looks at Jensen’s fucking face for another second, he’s going to blow his load right down his throat.
Jared keeps one hand on the back of Jensen’s head, fingers tugging at his hair as he takes a deep breath and tries to keep his orgasm at bay. Jensen pulls up off of his cock with a slick pop and Jared groans, eyes going back to Jensen’s face as he sucks in a breath.
“Wanna fuck me?” Jensen asks with a happy grin as he gets up and kicks off his jeans. Jared blinks dazedly, dick twitching at the sight of Jensen’s naked body, skin flushed pink with arousal and joy.
“Is that a trick question?” Jared asks breathlessly. “Get your pretty ass up here.”
Jensen crawls into Jared’s lap and rocks against him, painting a smear of fluid across Jared’s abs. He kisses Jared happily, laughing into it. It makes Jared chuckle, arms going tight around Jensen’s body and pulling him closer.
“You make my heart beat faster,” Jensen sings happily, teeth closing on Jared’s bottom lip and tugging. “I can’t get enough.”
“Best song ever,” Jared breathes as he plunges his hand between the couch cushions. He finds the lube that they stashed there, the tube that Josh is never supposed to know about, and slicks his fingers. “Fuckin’ love you, Jen.”
“Likewise, baby,” Jensen laughs, lifting up on his knees so Jared’s fingers can find their mark. Jared gets one in, slicking him up before slipping two inside. Jensen moans happily, mouthing clumsily at the tendon in Jared’s neck. “Mm, feels good. Want your cock, Jared. So big inside me, so fuckin’ good.”
“Fuck.” Jared bites down on Jensen’s freckled shoulder and slips a third finger in, twisting them sharply just to feel Jensen’s hips twitch. He withdraws his fingers and grabs Jensen’s hips, looking up at him with dark eyes. “Gonna ride me? Wanna feel you bounce on me, since you seem to be so into it.”
Jensen grins and moves his shoulders back and forth like he’s dancing, lips pressing underneath Jared’s eye before he sits up and reaches back to grab the base of Jared’s dick. He keeps their eyes locked as he sinks down, puffy lips parting on a moan as he settles himself on Jared’s lap.
“Mm, yeah,” Jensen breathes, wriggling his hips a bit. Jared digs his nails into Jensen’s skin, mouth going slack as Jensen clenches down around him. He’s hot, so fucking hot, and tight. Every single time, so fucking tight, like a vice clamping down on Jared’s dick in the best possible way. “Don’t come ‘til I say.”
Jared nods and looks down to the place where their bodies meet as Jensen starts to move up down, twisting his hips before sliding back down. It’s like he’s fucking dancing, hips undulating and swiveling in Jared’s lap, and it’s all he can do to just hold the fuck on.
The song is still playing in the background and Jared sort of wants to keep it going on a constant loop for the rest of their goddamn lives if it makes Jensen act like this.
“Jensen, you’re gonna fucking kill me,” Jared pants, and Jensen just rests his hands against Jared’s chest and rides even harder. He can hear the slap of their bodies connecting over the music and he keens, one hand flattening against Jensen’s sweaty lower back as the other curls around his cock. He jerks him tight and fast, just this side of rough, and Jensen moans like it’s the best thing he’s ever felt. “You’re gonna come all over yourself. Fuck, Jen. Wanna see it. Wanna taste it.”
He pulls up hard on Jensen’s dick and he cries out, head falling back as he grinds down hard against Jared’s lap in a scintillating figure eight. Jared wants to come so fucking bad, can feel his orgasm licking up his spine like flames, but he can’t. Not until Jensen does.
He catches Jensen’s slit with the edge of his thumbnail and Jensen very nearly screams. He’s not bouncing anymore, just rutting down against Jared, cock buried fully inside of him. There’s no rhythm, not anymore, and Jared fucking loves it when Jensen becomes nothing but a writhing ball of sensation and want.
Jared wiggles around to get some leverage and thrusts up hard, at the perfect angle to hit that spot deep inside of Jensen. He tosses his head back with a loud shout and comes hard, shooting thick ropes of it all over his own chest and stomach.
“Holy shit,” Jared breathes, hands petting down Jensen’s back when he slumps forward. Jensen’s thighs are trembling and Jared grins wickedly against his neck. He grabs Jensen around the hips and hauls him up off of his cock, twisting their bodies to shove him down onto his back against the sofa.
He slips between Jensen’s legs and watches, pleased, as Jensen’s eyes widen. His hips are still twitching with aftershocks as Jared slides back inside.
“Oh Jared, oh fuck.” Jensen lets one foot fall to the floor and wraps the other leg around Jared’s waist.
“Shh,” Jared breathes as the song starts over yet again. Oddly enough, Jared is nowhere near sick of it. “You’re mine now, babe. Lie back and take it.”
Jared thrusts in hard and Jensen’s eyes roll back into his head for a moment, a low groan bubbling up from his chest. He hooks his sweaty arms around Jared’s neck and just holds on as he fucks into him, hard and deep. He hits the right spot every time, and it’s not long before Jensen is hard against his belly again.
“Gonna make you come again,” Jared promises, and Jensen moans. Jared slams into him, pushing Jensen up the sofa a little bit. He wraps his hand around Jensen’s dick and he keens, back coming up in a feline arch as Jared strokes him. “Mm, yeah. Look at you. You fuckin’ love this. Just letting me and Matt double team you.”
“Ugh, if only,” Jensen manages through a grin, and Jared chuckles roughly. He leans down to kiss Jensen’s slack mouth, tongue fucking inside in time with his thrusts. Jensen drags his nails down Jared’s back, sweat stinging the lines, and he fucks him just a little bit harder. “Oh god, Jared, fuck.”
“Yeah, baby,” Jared encourages, thumb rubbing insistently at the slit. Jensen jerks like he’s touched a live wire, crying out harshly as he comes again, spurting all over his stomach and Jared’s fist. “That’s it.”
Jared only thrusts twice more before he finally gives into the scorching pleasure unfurling low at the base of his spine. It punches outward, making his whole body shake as he empties himself inside of Jensen, who is too out of it to do more than moan softly.
He collapses on top of Jensen when it’s over, smashing their sweaty bodies onto the sofa as they pant roughly into each other’s skin.
“I can’t feel my legs,” Jensen finally says, thighs still trembling minutely against Jared. “Oh god, you broke me with your giant dick.” Jared reaches down and pinches Jensen’s inner thigh hard. “Ow!”
“You’re fine,” Jared drawls. He digs his fingers into Jensen’s sweaty hair and manages to lift his head. “Love you, Jen.”
“Mm, love you, too,” Jensen mumbles, presses a lazy kiss to the side of Jared’s face. “Love this song.”
“Won’t ever be able to hear it without getting hard, you realize,” Jared says, and Jensen just grins, lazy and content.
“Ah, my evil plan worked,” he laughs, and Jared rolls his eyes. He kisses Jensen’s mouth, loses himself in it, and jumps when he hears a startled yelp.
“What the FUCK?” Jared turns his head to see Josh in the doorway, eyes wide as he looks at them. Jared looks over his shoulder at the sweaty, naked expanse of his back and sees their thighs tangled together.
“Whoops,” Jared chuckles, and Jensen buries his face in Jared’s neck. He’s shaking and it takes a moment for Jared to realize that he’s laughing. Jared pulls the throw off of the back of the sofa and tosses it over their bodies. “Sorry, man.”
“I HATE you,” Josh says as he tosses his messenger bag to the floor. His face is bright red and Jared laughs against the sweaty curve of Jensen’s shoulder. “We share that couch.”
“A little Febreze goes a long way,” Jensen says around Jared’s shoulder. “Sorry, big brother.”
“You shut your mouth when you talk to me!” Josh snaps, wagging a finger at them. “There were rules. Firmly established rules when you two moved in. Those rules included no fucking in common areas. Grandma knitted that blanket, you assholes.”
Josh hits the power button on the stereo and Matt’s voice fades away, leaving the room oddly silent.
“I liked that couch,” Josh says, and he sounds so sad. "Now whenever I sit on it all I’ll be able to smell is ass, jizz, and shame.”
“There’s no shame in what we did,” Jensen says, and even presses a kiss to the curve of Jared’s neck.
“No, my shame,” Josh replies. “I’m ashamed of you. Oh yeah, Josh. Invite your fucking gay nympho little brothers to move into the place you live. Best idea ever. Not.”
Jared laughs hard, still buried deep inside of Jensen. This apparently feels great, because Jensen lets out a low moan before he can help it. Josh lets out a sharp gasp and Jared tenses.
“Are you – you’re,” Josh stutters, hands flying to his face as his eyes widen dramatically. “Get out of him!”
“Uh, Josh?” Jared says, and Josh blinks a little. He winces at the sight of them, arms going around himself like he’s trying to give himself comfort. “If you got the fuck out of here for a second, we’d make ourselves scarce.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Josh says as he heads towards his room. “I need to pour bleach in my eyeballs anyway.”
His bedroom door slams and Jared and Jensen look at each other. They crack up at the same time and Jensen lifts his head, bumping his nose against Jared’s.
“Shower?” Jensen asks, and Jared nods. He flings the blanket off of them and carefully pulls out before he gets off of the sofa, holding a hand out for Jensen to take. He gets up on unsteady legs, wobbling for a moment. Jared smirks smugly and Jensen raises a brow. “Don’t look so proud of yourself.”
“But I am proud,” Jared says, wrapping his arms around Jensen from behind as he walks them into the bathroom. Jensen hums the song under his breath as Jared starts the shower.
“So hey,” Jensen says absently. Jared turns to see him rubbing at the drying come on his belly, and Jared’s cock twitches feebly. “I think I’m gonna learn how to play that song on my guitar. What do you think?”
Jared’s cock twitches again, hardening at the mere thought, and he pushes Jensen into the shower to show him exactly what he thinks of the idea.
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