Jared shifts on the bed, feeling a little uncomfortable with his hands and feet tied to the corners and his eyes covered with a thick blindfold. His heart is beating wildly; even after all the things they've done together, he's never felt this vulnerable before. He can hear Jensen moving around the room, hear his clothes falling softly to the floor. There's a glimmer of light peeking in from the edges of the blindfold, and Jared tilts his head back, trying to see what's going on. He flinches when even that is taken away from him; the light clicks off and Jared is in total darkness. "Jensen?" he queries, his voice sounding loud and harsh in the room. He tests his bonds again; he can move his hands a little, but not enough to matter. He tries to hear Jensen, but can't, and his pulse speeds up even more. "Shhh," Jensen soothes. He's right beside the bed, and Jared twitches when his hand comes down onto Jared's shoulder, gripping tightly, his thumb smoothing calming circles over his skin. The bed dips, shifts, when Jensen climbs on, and Jared can feel him right there, can feel his presence even though the only point of contact is Jensen's hand on his shoulder. Jared just lies there, panting, sweating, nearly uncomfortable. He knows he can trust Jensen, knows it with every fiber of his being, and he forces himself to stay still despite every inch of his body needing to move, to struggle. All he can hear is the soft sound of Jensen's breath, the rustling of the bedclothes as Jensen shifts, and his own heartbeat strong in his chest. He whimpers softly, and Jensen hushes him again, then straddles Jared's hips, settling down and leaning over till their chests are together, touching gently. He kisses the side of Jared's jaw, then nuzzles his ear, breath darting in and sending shivers down Jared's spine. "I love the way your hair always falls over your eyes, gives me something to hold on to when we fuck," Jensen whispers, one hand stroking through Jared's hair, lingering for a moment before pulling away. Jensen shifts, kisses Jared's eyes through the blindfold. "I love how your eyes always look for me in a room right away, how they light up when you see me." Jared shivers, moans a little, tries to move, but Jensen's got him pinned. He can feel a blush rising on his face, his neck, and Jensen chuckles softly before kissing the tip of his nose. "I love how your nostrils flare when you're excited about something." He bites the end of Jared's nose gently. "I love how your mouth gives the best kisses, how your tongue always finds the right places to lick." He kisses Jared on the mouth, just a quick press of lips together, and Jared's mouth falls open immediately, wanting more, but Jensen moves away, sliding down Jared's body further and burying his face in Jared's neck. "I love how your neck is always offered up without thought, how delicious it tastes." He licks the smooth, warm skin, and Jared's whole body shudders. "Jesus Christ, Jensen," he whispers, shifting his head, trying to catch Jensen's mouth with his, but Jensen moves away again, further down his body. Nimble fingers slide the buttons on his shirt open, spreading the edges of the cotton aside till his chest and shoulders are exposed. He slides his mouth over Jared's shoulders, kissing and sucking him. "I love your broad shoulders, how your shirts always stretch so tight across them. I sometimes think you could carry the weight of the world on them." He continues on down, rubbing his cheek against Jared's chest, and Jared flinches at the scrape of stubble. "I love how your chest feels pressed up against mine when we kiss, this little ring, how hot it gets, rubbing against my back when you fuck me from behind." He kisses Jared's pierced nipple, tonguing the metal ring, and even after so long, Jared still feels like he could come in his pants just from that touch. He groans when Jensen moves away, further down, nuzzling his belly button and the soft trail of hair below it. "I love how safe and warm I feel with your arms wrapped around me, like I'm home anywhere as long as you're with me. I love how you can eat so much and still have such a flat stomach, perfect for kissing and biting and sucking bruises into." Jared chuckles softly and squirms when Jensen licks his lower stomach, just above the waistband of his jeans, and he feels Jensen's lips curve into a smile before Jared's jeans are unbuttoned and being pushed down his hips. "I love your hip bones, and every time you stretch your arms up and show them off I want to bite them." He does so, nipping gently at Jared's hips, dragging his teeth over the sharp curve of bone. He continues tugging Jared's pants down till they're wrapped around his calves, unable to go further because of the bonds holding Jared's ankles to the bed. He ignores Jared's erection, despite a moan and a thrust of the hips from Jared as he passes it by, and moves on to his legs. "I feel so powerful when you wrap your thighs around my hips when I fuck you; I love how they tremble a little and clench up when you make me go faster. I love your crazily long legs and how you're always running or skipping or bouncing." He kisses Jared's kneecaps, and Jared laughs before Jensen continues down to Jared's feet. "I love how your big, stupid feet stick out over the edge of my bed whenever I'm lucky enough to have you sleep beside me," he murmurs, kissing the toes on the nearest foot. Jared flinches and groans, and Jensen takes them into his mouth, sucking and licking and slipping his tongue between them. Jared's going crazy, absolutely crazy. The full-body sensations Jensen is creating are so intense, so strong, and Jared's blindness enhances everything else. He can smell his own arousal, can hear the little whimpers in Jensen's voice as he fights his own, can taste the heat in the air, the lingering flavor of Jensen's mouth when they kissed so briefly. Jensen's tongue circling his toes is nearly enough to push him over the edge, and he strains at the ropes holding him, desperate to touch himself. He can feel his cock leaking inside his boxers, can feel the wet head rubbing against the fabric whenever he shifts his hips, and he thrusts, bucks, fucking the air, trying to get just a little more. "Please," he begs, knowing what he must look like in the shadows of the room. He feels like he's on fire, like his entire body must be glowing red, and Jensen seems to take pity on him, letting go of his foot and shifting back up his body. Jared's almost sobbing in relief, but when Jensen bypasses his erection again, he's almost sobbing for a different reason. "Soon," Jensen whispers, kissing Jared just long enough for Jared to slip his tongue out and touch it to Jensen's lips. Jared groans when he moves away again, shifting his attention to Jared's arms, stretched wide on the bed, still wrapped up in his shirt. "I love your hands," Jensen murmurs, "the way they touch and caress and can be gentle and rough in the same movement on my skin, how yours fingers know all the right places inside me to touch, how your hands cup my face and your thumbs stroke my cheeks when we kiss." He kisses the palm of Jared's hand and sucks a finger into his mouth, swirling around it with his tongue, caressing and stroking. Jared's a mess; he's sweating freely all over, even more so than usual, and God, he needs, he needs so bad. He cries out in relief when Jensen straddles him again, his hands gripping Jared's hair, his mouth pressing down on Jared's, forcing it open for a deep kiss. He thrusts hard against Jared's erection, still trapped in his boxers, and the sudden pressure sends Jared flying, his entire body tensing and arching back, while Jensen kisses him through it and lets him down slowly. Jared doesn't even feel Jensen untying him; he feels momentarily guilty that Jensen didn't get off, but he's asleep before he can give it more thought than that. He'll get Jensen back in the morning. Back to Supernatural (J2) page |
