FIC: Cream (1/1)
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nilchanceTitle: Cream
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nilchance
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: CWRPS; J3.
Summary: Sequel to Cherry. More genderfuck porn.
Light spilled copper through the blinds in Jensen's bedroom, and Jeff realized he didn't know what the hell time it was. Outside didn't matter, lost in hours of touching and kissing and fucking. The air was thick with sweat and sex and smoke. He was drenched, thighs gliding slick against each other every time he moved. He ached in places he hadn't had twelve hours ago, muscles sore from twisting and moving against the boys, from being moved like he didn't weigh a damn thing. Jared had a bad habit of that, just grabbing Jeff by the hips and hauling him across the sheets like a ragdoll, big hands and fingertips meeting in the small of Jeff's back now.
The day felt like one long drugged-out, fucked-up streak, lost in a hot blur of skin and vivid colors. They wouldn't let up, his boys, touching and pinning and kissing, passing him back and forth, sharing and watching and taking, and he shouldn't be letting this go. He should be trying to bring a little sanity back, a little reason, but damned if he could say anything much as Jared's mouth worked steadily at his cunt, three fingers deep in him and Jared's thumb pressing against his ass like Jeff was something he could hold in the palm of his hand. Jared watched through his hair, eyes half-lidded and deeply satisfied.
Jensen shifted, blocking Jared's view as he knelt over Jeff's stomach. Jeff grunted, mostly for effect, and sucked in a hard breath as Jensen cupped Jeff's breasts around his own thick, hard cock. Jensen thrust between them, lazily fucking Jeff's tits as he thumbed a nipple, smearing pre-cum along and between. Jensen watched him, his face, rocking his dick in slow, shallow thrusts. Jeff could smell how turned on Jen was, a scent-memory of hotel rooms and stringing Jensen out through long sweet nights. They'd been waiting, getting him off without any relief, and how many hours had it been, anyway? He couldn't--
Jared hit something that made Jeff's vision want to white out. Jeff's breath jerked out like he'd been punched, and Jared settled there, pressing his thumb just into Jeff's ass as he ate him out, face between Jeff's thighs and wet, obscene noises coming faster now.
"Come on." Jensen's voice was raw now, filthy from hours of talking Jeff through every wrenching orgasm. "Want you to come all over Jared's face so I can lick him clean. Look at you, baby, look at you shake. Love the little noises you make when I-" Jensen pinched his nipple, the bite of nail, and Jeff had to cry out and push into his hands- "yeah, just like that. You know we're gonna keep going, however long we want, however long it takes. Gonna wear you out. You're so close now, Jeff, I can see it, you're gonna-"
Jared's clever mouth pressed over the hard, swollen knot of Jeff's clit and rubbed his tongue right there, right where it seared, and he couldn't, it hurt, but oh, oh, oh God he had to, he was. Jeff grabbed Jensen's hips and dug his nails in, gritting his teeth as he came, thighs shaking and breasts heaving in Jensen's hands.
It took a moment to come back, sweating and panting like hell, staring up at Jensen. Jensen stared right back, eyes dark and hot, pre-cum slipping from the head of his cock to smear all over Jeff's tits. Jared groaned and bent, licking at the inside of Jeff's thighs and up to his slit, like more wetness wouldn't come.
"Yeah," Jensen said softly, a reverence that made Jeff want to roll out from under him. Couldn't move, though. Pinned between them, held by Jensen's weight and Jared's fingers. "Like that."
"Jen." His voice was shot and torn to hell. "Jen, I can't."
"You're fine. We've got you." Jensen took his hands off Jeff's tits. He paused to paint the wet head of his cock over Jeff's nipples, then eased off him. He looked at Jared, a silent conference. Jared nodded and slid his fingers free one by one, though he stroked deep as he retreated like he was carving out a path for later, and Jeff's hips rose like they wanted to follow.
He felt like hell, strung too loose and too tight at once, every move sloppy with fatigue and his heart racing behind his ribs. He felt fucked up, was all, like his mind was on coke and the rest of him--
"Here," Jared said, his damp fingers pressing a joint to Jeff's mouth. Jeff's lips felt bruised from letting Jensen fuck his mouth what felt like years ago, and all he could smell was his own pussy. It was fucking with him, all of this was, but he took a hit anyway. Jared smiled and stroked his cheek, waiting until Jeff had taken two or three lungfuls. Then, while Jeff was still trying to process, Jared slid his long damn arms under Jeff and fucking hoisted him.
It had been a while since Jeff was upright. He blinked down at Jared from his perch on Jared's hips, then braced himself on Jared's chest to keep from doing anything like falling over. He was fucking 40, in case the boys had forgotten.
Jared grinned up at him. "Hey, that look. I know that look."
Jeff tried for a glare, but lost it as Jensen's hand slid between their bodies. Jensen's deft fingers closed around Jared's cock, dragging the head along Jeff's thighs and dipping close, close, to pushing in. Jeff felt the latex of a condom and was faintly grateful. Jared looked pained and in ecstasy, his head falling back on the pillow and his throat bared long. "Yeah," Jared said roughly, then showed teeth as Jensen stopped. "Jen!"
Jensen laughed against Jeff's back, then stroked, rubbing Jared's cockhead along the wet stretch of Jeff's pussy. Jeff hissed as it played briefly against his clit, still pulsing deep inside. He rocked his hips, riding Jared's cock and Jensen's hand, drinking in their matching groans. Then Jensen slid, or Jared shifted, and the tip of Jared's cock pushed just inside. Jeff shuddered, sore and still wanting it. Fingers had been good, the fleeting touch of Jared and Jensen's tongues, but he wanted cock. He wanted something bigger, wanted the rub and slide of it, wanted Jared to pound up into him, wanted...
With a low, deep noise, Jared moved, grabbed Jeff's ass and fucked forward him onto Jared's cock in three short, sloppy pulls. "Yeah," Jared said harshly as Jeff choked. "Fuck. Yeah."
Jeff made a noise he could only define as a wheeze, suddenly stretched wide and full around Jared's cock. He was twitching inside, an all-over shiver. He closed his eyes, feeling the deep-wet pulse of Jared inside him, and moved a little, and oh, yeah, there was Jared, that was where Jared fit against him, that was Jensen's finger circling where they fit together and sliding back to-
Oh. Oh, they were going to-
Oh, Jesus.
"Yeah," Jared said, nearly purring. He lifted his hips up, rocking into Jeff, slow and steady. The Texas was in his voice, drawing each word thick as he dipped inside, so gentle now, taking his time. "God, Jeff, you ought to see what you look like. So strung out, so open for it. Would you beg, baby? Beg for my cock."
When Jeff opened his mouth, it was only half-words, a tearing sound as Jensen's finger pushed deep inside his ass. It burned as Jensen stretched him, fire under his skin spreading from his ass to his cunt and up his spine. He shuddered as Jensen added another finger and scissored, bright lights behind his eyes, hauling in a breath that hurt his throat.
"So good," Jared crooned. His hands spread on Jeff's back, pulling him down, and the next thrust hit where Jeff needed. Jeff bit Jared's chest to keep from yowling like he was in heat, and maybe he was, ready to spread for them to fuck him, ready to lift his hips and hold himself open until they-- "Never let us push this far. God. We're gonna take care of you. So fucking tight. Want to keep you tied up and ready like this--"
Jensen made a ragged noise and slid his fingers out. Jeff shifted his knees apart and pressed his hips up, and heard the rumble of Jared's approval. Then Jared's hands were on his ass, holding him open, and Jen was pushing in, and even biting down couldn't muffle the noise Jeff made.
"God, Jen, I can feel-" Jared's hands clenched convulsively on Jeff, rocking him, "oh fuck, fuck, that's--"
Stubble burned as Jensen rubbed his cheek against Jeff's back, his fingers twitching on Jeff's hips. He huffed softly against Jeff, then ran his fingers up and down Jeff's sides. "Shhh. Hey, shh. You okay?"
What the hell was Jen... oh. Right. He was shaking now, caught up between them, naked and raw and wound so tight the release might kill him. Okay had nothing to do with it, but yeah, yes, he wanted, sheer animal want, and he pushed back against Jensen to prove it. Christ, they were big, pushing him to his limits.
Jensen laughed and slid a hand around to cup Jeff's mound. "All right," he murmured, and stroked his fingertip across Jeff's clit.
Jeff snarled and pushed against his hand, and they both matched his noise with their own. It was awkward, too hot and sweat-slick and heavy, but they moved. Jeff felt like he was brimming over, sloshing against the sides of a glass, spilling over onto them. Slow, enormous, it built under Jensen's hand and their cocks and the rough, filthy slur of Jared's voice. He could feel them moving in him, sliding against each other, stretching him so wide and full that he couldn't breathe, and it still built. His voice rose in hitching waves, and Jensen stroked him a little faster, and he clenched around them both but didn't come, didn't finish, it was too much to hold under his skin.
"Yeah," Jensen said, hushed against his back, "there you go. Not stopping until you come, baby. Give it up. You feel us in you, Jeff, you feel Jared rubbing against me? God, feels so good, so tight, you making those little noises like it hurts."
Jeff hissed, pushing his head back against Jensen's shoulder, and nodded jerkily.
"Tell me," Jensen murmured.
"Hurts, fuck, you-" Jared did something and Jeff lost his breath, digging his nails into Jared's arms. His voice sounded strange, strung-out and thin. "God, feels good, wanted both of you, wanted, please-"
Arching under them, Jared shoved up into Jeff, a hard thrust, another, building on the first, building. Jeff dragged in a shallow breath, a deeper one, and they moved together. The breath left him in a hard rush; he saw white, felt something break, and it fell out over him, the flick of Jensen's thumb over his clit and Jared's cock inside him and there was so much, too much. He was shuddering, crying out in hard wordless passes, and they just held him through it, rocking inside him, driving him high. He felt the bite of Jensen's teeth and the wet rush of heat inside as he was just coming down, and Jared fucked up once, twice, making him shudder and gasp as Jared filled the condom.
Finally, he lay there, panting and wrung out like a wet rag, and wondered if Jensen had always been that fucking heavy.
"Ngh," Jared muttered, "off, Jesus, crushing me."
"Romance," Jensen drawled, but sat up. After a moment, he shivered, pulling out and leaving emptiness behind. Jeff distantly heard himself whine and pressed his face to Jared, trying to shut up.
Jared murmured nonsense and rolled over, taking Jeff with him. His fingers combed the sweaty mess of Jeff's hair. "Okay?"
"Mm," Jeff said, turning his face into the pillow.
"Jeff," Jared began, a concerned note to his voice.
Reaching out, Jeff tried to give a reassuring pet and ended up shoving his hand in Jared's face. "Mmrgh. Sleep."
Somewhere, Jensen laughed. Jared just sighed, "Bossy woman- ow! Jesus, watch where you stick your knee, Morgan."
The blankets that they'd shoved off the bed were pulled on again, wrapped around Jeff as Jensen snuggled in close behind him. Jensen's arm draped heavy just under Jeff's breasts; Jared put one huge paw on Jeff's hip. Whatever came next, Jeff missed.
They slept.
*****
When Jeff woke again, it was fully dark out. He spent a few confused moments staring at the ceiling, wondering why the hell he felt like he'd run a marathon. As he remembered, the grin crept onto his mouth. He reached out an arm to try to untangle himself from blanket and bodies, and noticed two things at once. First, his arm no longer felt half a foot shorter; he had his own arm back, his body back, his cock back. Thank fucking God. The pussy had been nice and everything, but damn, he loved his cock.
Second, there was a warm, full breast in his hand where he'd reached over to grab the blanket on Jensen's chest.
Jeff raised his head and considered, Jen and Jared twined together in a puppy pile from the best lesbian porn imaginable. Huh; apparently the girl-parts curse was contagious, kind of like a 24-hour stomach virus with multiple orgasms. Or breasts. Jensen had nice breasts, full and round with freckles on the rise of them. Jared, on the other hand, was built like a lifeguard, all lean tan muscle and breasts that would just fit Jeff's hands, or Jensen's, and yeah. Yeah, Jeff could definitely deal with this.
"Aw, boys," he murmured fondly. "Revenge is a bitch."
Author:
nilchanceRating: NC-17
Pairing: CWRPS; J3.
Summary: Sequel to Cherry. More genderfuck porn.
Light spilled copper through the blinds in Jensen's bedroom, and Jeff realized he didn't know what the hell time it was. Outside didn't matter, lost in hours of touching and kissing and fucking. The air was thick with sweat and sex and smoke. He was drenched, thighs gliding slick against each other every time he moved. He ached in places he hadn't had twelve hours ago, muscles sore from twisting and moving against the boys, from being moved like he didn't weigh a damn thing. Jared had a bad habit of that, just grabbing Jeff by the hips and hauling him across the sheets like a ragdoll, big hands and fingertips meeting in the small of Jeff's back now.
The day felt like one long drugged-out, fucked-up streak, lost in a hot blur of skin and vivid colors. They wouldn't let up, his boys, touching and pinning and kissing, passing him back and forth, sharing and watching and taking, and he shouldn't be letting this go. He should be trying to bring a little sanity back, a little reason, but damned if he could say anything much as Jared's mouth worked steadily at his cunt, three fingers deep in him and Jared's thumb pressing against his ass like Jeff was something he could hold in the palm of his hand. Jared watched through his hair, eyes half-lidded and deeply satisfied.
Jensen shifted, blocking Jared's view as he knelt over Jeff's stomach. Jeff grunted, mostly for effect, and sucked in a hard breath as Jensen cupped Jeff's breasts around his own thick, hard cock. Jensen thrust between them, lazily fucking Jeff's tits as he thumbed a nipple, smearing pre-cum along and between. Jensen watched him, his face, rocking his dick in slow, shallow thrusts. Jeff could smell how turned on Jen was, a scent-memory of hotel rooms and stringing Jensen out through long sweet nights. They'd been waiting, getting him off without any relief, and how many hours had it been, anyway? He couldn't--
Jared hit something that made Jeff's vision want to white out. Jeff's breath jerked out like he'd been punched, and Jared settled there, pressing his thumb just into Jeff's ass as he ate him out, face between Jeff's thighs and wet, obscene noises coming faster now.
"Come on." Jensen's voice was raw now, filthy from hours of talking Jeff through every wrenching orgasm. "Want you to come all over Jared's face so I can lick him clean. Look at you, baby, look at you shake. Love the little noises you make when I-" Jensen pinched his nipple, the bite of nail, and Jeff had to cry out and push into his hands- "yeah, just like that. You know we're gonna keep going, however long we want, however long it takes. Gonna wear you out. You're so close now, Jeff, I can see it, you're gonna-"
Jared's clever mouth pressed over the hard, swollen knot of Jeff's clit and rubbed his tongue right there, right where it seared, and he couldn't, it hurt, but oh, oh, oh God he had to, he was. Jeff grabbed Jensen's hips and dug his nails in, gritting his teeth as he came, thighs shaking and breasts heaving in Jensen's hands.
It took a moment to come back, sweating and panting like hell, staring up at Jensen. Jensen stared right back, eyes dark and hot, pre-cum slipping from the head of his cock to smear all over Jeff's tits. Jared groaned and bent, licking at the inside of Jeff's thighs and up to his slit, like more wetness wouldn't come.
"Yeah," Jensen said softly, a reverence that made Jeff want to roll out from under him. Couldn't move, though. Pinned between them, held by Jensen's weight and Jared's fingers. "Like that."
"Jen." His voice was shot and torn to hell. "Jen, I can't."
"You're fine. We've got you." Jensen took his hands off Jeff's tits. He paused to paint the wet head of his cock over Jeff's nipples, then eased off him. He looked at Jared, a silent conference. Jared nodded and slid his fingers free one by one, though he stroked deep as he retreated like he was carving out a path for later, and Jeff's hips rose like they wanted to follow.
He felt like hell, strung too loose and too tight at once, every move sloppy with fatigue and his heart racing behind his ribs. He felt fucked up, was all, like his mind was on coke and the rest of him--
"Here," Jared said, his damp fingers pressing a joint to Jeff's mouth. Jeff's lips felt bruised from letting Jensen fuck his mouth what felt like years ago, and all he could smell was his own pussy. It was fucking with him, all of this was, but he took a hit anyway. Jared smiled and stroked his cheek, waiting until Jeff had taken two or three lungfuls. Then, while Jeff was still trying to process, Jared slid his long damn arms under Jeff and fucking hoisted him.
It had been a while since Jeff was upright. He blinked down at Jared from his perch on Jared's hips, then braced himself on Jared's chest to keep from doing anything like falling over. He was fucking 40, in case the boys had forgotten.
Jared grinned up at him. "Hey, that look. I know that look."
Jeff tried for a glare, but lost it as Jensen's hand slid between their bodies. Jensen's deft fingers closed around Jared's cock, dragging the head along Jeff's thighs and dipping close, close, to pushing in. Jeff felt the latex of a condom and was faintly grateful. Jared looked pained and in ecstasy, his head falling back on the pillow and his throat bared long. "Yeah," Jared said roughly, then showed teeth as Jensen stopped. "Jen!"
Jensen laughed against Jeff's back, then stroked, rubbing Jared's cockhead along the wet stretch of Jeff's pussy. Jeff hissed as it played briefly against his clit, still pulsing deep inside. He rocked his hips, riding Jared's cock and Jensen's hand, drinking in their matching groans. Then Jensen slid, or Jared shifted, and the tip of Jared's cock pushed just inside. Jeff shuddered, sore and still wanting it. Fingers had been good, the fleeting touch of Jared and Jensen's tongues, but he wanted cock. He wanted something bigger, wanted the rub and slide of it, wanted Jared to pound up into him, wanted...
With a low, deep noise, Jared moved, grabbed Jeff's ass and fucked forward him onto Jared's cock in three short, sloppy pulls. "Yeah," Jared said harshly as Jeff choked. "Fuck. Yeah."
Jeff made a noise he could only define as a wheeze, suddenly stretched wide and full around Jared's cock. He was twitching inside, an all-over shiver. He closed his eyes, feeling the deep-wet pulse of Jared inside him, and moved a little, and oh, yeah, there was Jared, that was where Jared fit against him, that was Jensen's finger circling where they fit together and sliding back to-
Oh. Oh, they were going to-
Oh, Jesus.
"Yeah," Jared said, nearly purring. He lifted his hips up, rocking into Jeff, slow and steady. The Texas was in his voice, drawing each word thick as he dipped inside, so gentle now, taking his time. "God, Jeff, you ought to see what you look like. So strung out, so open for it. Would you beg, baby? Beg for my cock."
When Jeff opened his mouth, it was only half-words, a tearing sound as Jensen's finger pushed deep inside his ass. It burned as Jensen stretched him, fire under his skin spreading from his ass to his cunt and up his spine. He shuddered as Jensen added another finger and scissored, bright lights behind his eyes, hauling in a breath that hurt his throat.
"So good," Jared crooned. His hands spread on Jeff's back, pulling him down, and the next thrust hit where Jeff needed. Jeff bit Jared's chest to keep from yowling like he was in heat, and maybe he was, ready to spread for them to fuck him, ready to lift his hips and hold himself open until they-- "Never let us push this far. God. We're gonna take care of you. So fucking tight. Want to keep you tied up and ready like this--"
Jensen made a ragged noise and slid his fingers out. Jeff shifted his knees apart and pressed his hips up, and heard the rumble of Jared's approval. Then Jared's hands were on his ass, holding him open, and Jen was pushing in, and even biting down couldn't muffle the noise Jeff made.
"God, Jen, I can feel-" Jared's hands clenched convulsively on Jeff, rocking him, "oh fuck, fuck, that's--"
Stubble burned as Jensen rubbed his cheek against Jeff's back, his fingers twitching on Jeff's hips. He huffed softly against Jeff, then ran his fingers up and down Jeff's sides. "Shhh. Hey, shh. You okay?"
What the hell was Jen... oh. Right. He was shaking now, caught up between them, naked and raw and wound so tight the release might kill him. Okay had nothing to do with it, but yeah, yes, he wanted, sheer animal want, and he pushed back against Jensen to prove it. Christ, they were big, pushing him to his limits.
Jensen laughed and slid a hand around to cup Jeff's mound. "All right," he murmured, and stroked his fingertip across Jeff's clit.
Jeff snarled and pushed against his hand, and they both matched his noise with their own. It was awkward, too hot and sweat-slick and heavy, but they moved. Jeff felt like he was brimming over, sloshing against the sides of a glass, spilling over onto them. Slow, enormous, it built under Jensen's hand and their cocks and the rough, filthy slur of Jared's voice. He could feel them moving in him, sliding against each other, stretching him so wide and full that he couldn't breathe, and it still built. His voice rose in hitching waves, and Jensen stroked him a little faster, and he clenched around them both but didn't come, didn't finish, it was too much to hold under his skin.
"Yeah," Jensen said, hushed against his back, "there you go. Not stopping until you come, baby. Give it up. You feel us in you, Jeff, you feel Jared rubbing against me? God, feels so good, so tight, you making those little noises like it hurts."
Jeff hissed, pushing his head back against Jensen's shoulder, and nodded jerkily.
"Tell me," Jensen murmured.
"Hurts, fuck, you-" Jared did something and Jeff lost his breath, digging his nails into Jared's arms. His voice sounded strange, strung-out and thin. "God, feels good, wanted both of you, wanted, please-"
Arching under them, Jared shoved up into Jeff, a hard thrust, another, building on the first, building. Jeff dragged in a shallow breath, a deeper one, and they moved together. The breath left him in a hard rush; he saw white, felt something break, and it fell out over him, the flick of Jensen's thumb over his clit and Jared's cock inside him and there was so much, too much. He was shuddering, crying out in hard wordless passes, and they just held him through it, rocking inside him, driving him high. He felt the bite of Jensen's teeth and the wet rush of heat inside as he was just coming down, and Jared fucked up once, twice, making him shudder and gasp as Jared filled the condom.
Finally, he lay there, panting and wrung out like a wet rag, and wondered if Jensen had always been that fucking heavy.
"Ngh," Jared muttered, "off, Jesus, crushing me."
"Romance," Jensen drawled, but sat up. After a moment, he shivered, pulling out and leaving emptiness behind. Jeff distantly heard himself whine and pressed his face to Jared, trying to shut up.
Jared murmured nonsense and rolled over, taking Jeff with him. His fingers combed the sweaty mess of Jeff's hair. "Okay?"
"Mm," Jeff said, turning his face into the pillow.
"Jeff," Jared began, a concerned note to his voice.
Reaching out, Jeff tried to give a reassuring pet and ended up shoving his hand in Jared's face. "Mmrgh. Sleep."
Somewhere, Jensen laughed. Jared just sighed, "Bossy woman- ow! Jesus, watch where you stick your knee, Morgan."
The blankets that they'd shoved off the bed were pulled on again, wrapped around Jeff as Jensen snuggled in close behind him. Jensen's arm draped heavy just under Jeff's breasts; Jared put one huge paw on Jeff's hip. Whatever came next, Jeff missed.
They slept.
*****
When Jeff woke again, it was fully dark out. He spent a few confused moments staring at the ceiling, wondering why the hell he felt like he'd run a marathon. As he remembered, the grin crept onto his mouth. He reached out an arm to try to untangle himself from blanket and bodies, and noticed two things at once. First, his arm no longer felt half a foot shorter; he had his own arm back, his body back, his cock back. Thank fucking God. The pussy had been nice and everything, but damn, he loved his cock.
Second, there was a warm, full breast in his hand where he'd reached over to grab the blanket on Jensen's chest.
Jeff raised his head and considered, Jen and Jared twined together in a puppy pile from the best lesbian porn imaginable. Huh; apparently the girl-parts curse was contagious, kind of like a 24-hour stomach virus with multiple orgasms. Or breasts. Jensen had nice breasts, full and round with freckles on the rise of them. Jared, on the other hand, was built like a lifeguard, all lean tan muscle and breasts that would just fit Jeff's hands, or Jensen's, and yeah. Yeah, Jeff could definitely deal with this.
"Aw, boys," he murmured fondly. "Revenge is a bitch."
