FIC: Hush, Hush, Hush (1/1)
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nilchanceTitle: Hush, Hush, Hush
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nilchance
Rating: NC-17
A/N:poisontaster asked for JA/JDM, with Jensen strung out on ecstasy. Her wish is my command.
As soon as they cleared the door, Jensen flung himself at Jeff. Jeff's back hit the door hard, Jensen's body taut against him, Jensen's lips on his throat. Wet soft, sweet, Jensen licked at him. His hands shook as they stroked everywhere, restless, unsatisfied.
The laugh caught in Jeff's throat as Jensen found a particularly sensitive spot. "Hey," he started to say, but lost track of it when Jensen ground against him. "Nngh. Bed. Bed?"
"Want to touch you." Pressing tighter, like they could melt together, Jensen nuzzled into the crook of his throat. Inhaled. "You smell good. Jeff. Jeff, you smell good."
"I hear you." When Jeff caught his hands, held them, Jensen hitched in a breath and shuddered. Jeff exhaled. "Not making this easy."
Jensen lifted his face. His pupils were blown. "I want," he said, then ran out of words and flexed his hands in Jeff's grip. "I want everything. Please?"
Fuck. It'd have killed Jen to say please, before too much pot and a tab of ecstasy with a goddamn smiley face on it. Now he was pliant, melting sweet with desperation in his eyes, and Jeff had said he'd take care of him. Because he was stupid like that. "Bed," he said, as stern as he could make it, and tried not to feel Jensen's breath go even shallower.
It was a hard trip to the bedroom. Jeff couldn't keep track of how many times they crashed into the wall, Jensen's hands everywhere and his body slack, Jensen straining to kiss him. After they tripped over Bisou, sending her sulking into the living room, Jeff gave in and they kissed, they kissed, mouth wet and sloppy and still tasting like beer. Jensen licked at him, bit at him, humming like he was happy in his bones just to be touched.
They hit the bed in a tangle, Jensen on top. Jeff grunted and shifted Jensen onto his lap, resettling him, spreading his hands across the firm curve of Jensen's ass. Jensen rocked against his cock, so damn right, his hands tugging blindly at Jeff's shirt. "Want," Jensen muttered to himself, a little frantic.
Thank fuck for the barrier of their jeans, because Jeff didn't trust himself. "Shh, hey," he said uselessly, "hey. You're okay."
Apparently that was the wrong thing to say, because Jensen turned too bright eyes on him. Spooked. "The clothes are too much. And you're wearing them. And I'm-- it's too much. I want you to touch me, I want your hands."
"Okay. Okay, sweetheart. Anything. You can have--" Jeff cut himself off, realizing too late he was a little trashed himself. He swallowed, then refocused his attention on getting Jensen's clothes off. Jensen groaned when Jeff touched skin, the sound nearly pained. Jeff had to smile, stroking the strip of bare stomach above Jensen's waistband, the crinkle of hair leading down from Jensen's navel. "That feel good?"
Jensen moaned, his eyes closing, and tipped his chin up. "More."
Oh, this was good. Slowing his strokes, Jeff eased Jensen's shirt up by inches, exploring as he went. Jensen shivered, his mouth going slack, his hands clenching and unclenching on Jeff's shoulders. "Yeah," Jeff murmured, "you just let me. That's right."
Jensen shifted like they could get closer, lean muscle gliding under Jeff's hands. Jeff spanned his stomach, his ribs, connecting lines of pale freckles with his fingertips. Jen was his over hiatus, Jeff decided; he'd see Jen sprawled in his backyard until he was sleek and tan and lazy. He'd play this game of connect the dots with his mouth, his tongue.
When Jeff bared his nipples, Jensen wet his lips and squirmed. Wanting. Jeff let him wait. He didn't get Jen like this, stretched out and stripped and pliant. He might not get it again. So he petted elsewhere, let his fingernails drag just to see Jensen shudder again and thrust a little on Jeff's lap. Jensen was hard as hell, straining against his zipper, but instead of his usual impatience he was being still. Damned if that didn't get Jeff even harder.
"Jeff," Jensen whispered, rolling it in his mouth and slurring it out.
"Yeah, baby. Right here." Jeff rested his palms on the wings of Jensen's ribs, felt his breath slow and even. Held Jensen together as he swept his thumbs slow over the hard peaks of Jensen's nipples. Jensen keened softly, riding Jeff's hips in lazy strokes, baring his throat. Jeff did it again, again, until he felt Jensen's sweat under his hands and heard him panting for breath. Jensen was flushed pink up his throat, on his cheeks, close. So close without even being touched, really, just this. The two of them petting and grinding like teenagers. Jeff huffed out a breath, almost a laugh. "The things you do to me, Jen."
Jensen opened his eyes, and the look in them punched Jeff's air out. Strung out, yeah, but... tender. Jensen smiled, the real one for once, and leaned against Jeff's hands. Jeff gave him slack, and Jensen sprawled on top of him, cupped his face, and kissed him. Sloppy, fond, hot as fuck. Jeff heard his own tearing sound from a distance, too distracted by burying his hands in Jensen's hair and kissing him back. Jensen rocked against his dick, grinding them together, nasty shallow little thrusts that didn't match the way they kissed.
"Juh," Jensen managed between sweet, biting kisses, fucking against him, losing the rhythm. Losing it. "Jeff. Jeff."
"C'mon," Jeff growled. "C'mon. You gonna rub off on me, Jen? You gonna do it? Give it up. It's mine."
Jensen jerked like he'd been hit, his mouth jarring against Jeff's as he buckled and came. Jeff shuddered and wrapped him up, held him as Jensen whined and the sloppy thrusts slowed, became sleepy and absent again. Jeff felt his own dick throbbing under the slick, nasty layer of jeans, but it didn't mattered. He drank in the scent of spunk and sweat, Jensen's unsteady kisses on his mouth.
"Mine," Jeff repeated, quieter, and breathed easier when Jensen hummed and bumped their foreheads together. Jensen was stroking him again, hands petting Jeff's thighs, so Jeff rolled them both over. Jensen just spread under him, sleepy green eyes meeting his, and Jeff sighed. "Jesus, you're gonna kill me."
Jensen's laugh lit up his world.
Author:
nilchanceRating: NC-17
A/N:
poisontaster asked for JA/JDM, with Jensen strung out on ecstasy. Her wish is my command.As soon as they cleared the door, Jensen flung himself at Jeff. Jeff's back hit the door hard, Jensen's body taut against him, Jensen's lips on his throat. Wet soft, sweet, Jensen licked at him. His hands shook as they stroked everywhere, restless, unsatisfied.
The laugh caught in Jeff's throat as Jensen found a particularly sensitive spot. "Hey," he started to say, but lost track of it when Jensen ground against him. "Nngh. Bed. Bed?"
"Want to touch you." Pressing tighter, like they could melt together, Jensen nuzzled into the crook of his throat. Inhaled. "You smell good. Jeff. Jeff, you smell good."
"I hear you." When Jeff caught his hands, held them, Jensen hitched in a breath and shuddered. Jeff exhaled. "Not making this easy."
Jensen lifted his face. His pupils were blown. "I want," he said, then ran out of words and flexed his hands in Jeff's grip. "I want everything. Please?"
Fuck. It'd have killed Jen to say please, before too much pot and a tab of ecstasy with a goddamn smiley face on it. Now he was pliant, melting sweet with desperation in his eyes, and Jeff had said he'd take care of him. Because he was stupid like that. "Bed," he said, as stern as he could make it, and tried not to feel Jensen's breath go even shallower.
It was a hard trip to the bedroom. Jeff couldn't keep track of how many times they crashed into the wall, Jensen's hands everywhere and his body slack, Jensen straining to kiss him. After they tripped over Bisou, sending her sulking into the living room, Jeff gave in and they kissed, they kissed, mouth wet and sloppy and still tasting like beer. Jensen licked at him, bit at him, humming like he was happy in his bones just to be touched.
They hit the bed in a tangle, Jensen on top. Jeff grunted and shifted Jensen onto his lap, resettling him, spreading his hands across the firm curve of Jensen's ass. Jensen rocked against his cock, so damn right, his hands tugging blindly at Jeff's shirt. "Want," Jensen muttered to himself, a little frantic.
Thank fuck for the barrier of their jeans, because Jeff didn't trust himself. "Shh, hey," he said uselessly, "hey. You're okay."
Apparently that was the wrong thing to say, because Jensen turned too bright eyes on him. Spooked. "The clothes are too much. And you're wearing them. And I'm-- it's too much. I want you to touch me, I want your hands."
"Okay. Okay, sweetheart. Anything. You can have--" Jeff cut himself off, realizing too late he was a little trashed himself. He swallowed, then refocused his attention on getting Jensen's clothes off. Jensen groaned when Jeff touched skin, the sound nearly pained. Jeff had to smile, stroking the strip of bare stomach above Jensen's waistband, the crinkle of hair leading down from Jensen's navel. "That feel good?"
Jensen moaned, his eyes closing, and tipped his chin up. "More."
Oh, this was good. Slowing his strokes, Jeff eased Jensen's shirt up by inches, exploring as he went. Jensen shivered, his mouth going slack, his hands clenching and unclenching on Jeff's shoulders. "Yeah," Jeff murmured, "you just let me. That's right."
Jensen shifted like they could get closer, lean muscle gliding under Jeff's hands. Jeff spanned his stomach, his ribs, connecting lines of pale freckles with his fingertips. Jen was his over hiatus, Jeff decided; he'd see Jen sprawled in his backyard until he was sleek and tan and lazy. He'd play this game of connect the dots with his mouth, his tongue.
When Jeff bared his nipples, Jensen wet his lips and squirmed. Wanting. Jeff let him wait. He didn't get Jen like this, stretched out and stripped and pliant. He might not get it again. So he petted elsewhere, let his fingernails drag just to see Jensen shudder again and thrust a little on Jeff's lap. Jensen was hard as hell, straining against his zipper, but instead of his usual impatience he was being still. Damned if that didn't get Jeff even harder.
"Jeff," Jensen whispered, rolling it in his mouth and slurring it out.
"Yeah, baby. Right here." Jeff rested his palms on the wings of Jensen's ribs, felt his breath slow and even. Held Jensen together as he swept his thumbs slow over the hard peaks of Jensen's nipples. Jensen keened softly, riding Jeff's hips in lazy strokes, baring his throat. Jeff did it again, again, until he felt Jensen's sweat under his hands and heard him panting for breath. Jensen was flushed pink up his throat, on his cheeks, close. So close without even being touched, really, just this. The two of them petting and grinding like teenagers. Jeff huffed out a breath, almost a laugh. "The things you do to me, Jen."
Jensen opened his eyes, and the look in them punched Jeff's air out. Strung out, yeah, but... tender. Jensen smiled, the real one for once, and leaned against Jeff's hands. Jeff gave him slack, and Jensen sprawled on top of him, cupped his face, and kissed him. Sloppy, fond, hot as fuck. Jeff heard his own tearing sound from a distance, too distracted by burying his hands in Jensen's hair and kissing him back. Jensen rocked against his dick, grinding them together, nasty shallow little thrusts that didn't match the way they kissed.
"Juh," Jensen managed between sweet, biting kisses, fucking against him, losing the rhythm. Losing it. "Jeff. Jeff."
"C'mon," Jeff growled. "C'mon. You gonna rub off on me, Jen? You gonna do it? Give it up. It's mine."
Jensen jerked like he'd been hit, his mouth jarring against Jeff's as he buckled and came. Jeff shuddered and wrapped him up, held him as Jensen whined and the sloppy thrusts slowed, became sleepy and absent again. Jeff felt his own dick throbbing under the slick, nasty layer of jeans, but it didn't mattered. He drank in the scent of spunk and sweat, Jensen's unsteady kisses on his mouth.
"Mine," Jeff repeated, quieter, and breathed easier when Jensen hummed and bumped their foreheads together. Jensen was stroking him again, hands petting Jeff's thighs, so Jeff rolled them both over. Jensen just spread under him, sleepy green eyes meeting his, and Jeff sighed. "Jesus, you're gonna kill me."
Jensen's laugh lit up his world.