FIC: Around for the Dawn (3/?)

[nilchance]

Title: Around for the Dawn (3/?)
Author: nilchance
Rating: Adult
Pairing: CWRPS, JA/JDM
A/N: Mpreg.



Jeff thinks he's a good man, mostly. He saves small animals. He recycles and pays his taxes. He calls his mom. But he isn't this good. Nobody is this good.

"Jensen?" His voice catches and drags in his desert-dry throat. He can taste Jensen from where he stands in the doorway. Too far to touch, but god, he can smell Jensen's heat, his sweat, his precome. He can hear Jensen's breathing. He can see... he can see Jensen kneeling up in his sheets, presenting, his ass canted up for the taking. For Jeff's taking.

Jensen looks back over his shoulder. The green of his eyes are all swallowed up by his pupils. He wets his lower lip, and Jeff feels it hit him low, making his cock jerk against his thigh. "Jeff," he says. So casual, like he isn't presenting himself for Jeff to drink in, like Jeff can't taste the need on him from across the room. "Are you ready?"

No. God, no, Jeff really isn't. He wants so bad, wants to push Jensen open with his thumbs and lick him down, but he can see every knob in Jensen's spine. He can see the jut of Jensen's hipbones. Property, ill-used, so fucking young. Jeff can't do this. He can't be this guy.

Frowning, Jensen says, "Is there something wrong?"

Jeff takes another step into the room. His eyes drag to the center of Jensen's body, the dark hot cleft of him, and he sees the slick. Jensen prepared himself, ran his fingers over his, put them in--

Averting his eyes, Jeff storms the bed and grabs his quilt. He tosses it over Jensen and it muffles the scent a little, lets Jeff think. "I can't do this," he says, "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, it's not your fault, I just can't. The bed's all yours, we'll figure this out in the morning, we--"

Jensen sits up. Jeff's eyes dart immediately to the hard line of Jensen's dick, the smear of precome on his belly, and the half-moon scar that curves between Jensen's hipbones. The cut doesn't look old enough, too fresh, too much. Too much.

"You have to," Jensen says, almost viciously. "Look, this doesn't make you gay, if that's what you're worried about."

Jeff laughs. "Believe me, baby, that's not the problem."

"It's a federal mandate--"

"Then I'll go to prison." The word hits Jeff hard, but he swallows it. It's the truth. "I'll go. It's okay. You just..."

Jensen shoves the quilt off, onto the floor. "You're being stupid."

"They can get somebody else--"

"There is no one else!" Jensen snaps. It rings off the walls, and Jensen blinks like it came from somebody else. He exhales through his teeth. "There's nobody else. Just you."

Nobody else. The heat is making Jensen raw, high in his blood, getting stronger. If Jeff doesn't do this, what happens to Jensen then? Already he's so hard it looks angry, like it hurts. No, Jeff knows it hurts, because he's only been standing here for a few minutes and he's throbbing.

Jensen wets his lower lip again, nervous, almost shy. Then he holds his hand out. Jeff takes it and lets Jensen pull him onto the bed, on his knees. There are still a thousand arguments in Jeff's head, a voice chanting no because good people don't do this, this is rape, this is unforgivable, but all that is drowned out when Jensen backs onto Jeff's lap and grinds, with a throaty noise that's all pained relief. Jeff can feel the slick smear along the inseam of his jeans, smell Jensen's heat, but it's the relief that makes him move.

There's nobody else.

Jensen groans when Jeff takes hold of his hips, pulling Jensen back onto his lap. The bones are sharp as handles, the skin smooth and easy to stroke, easy to follow in until he can curl his fingers around Jensen's cock. So slick, precome everywhere smearing Jeff's palm. Jensen hitches against him, tensing like he wants to move away, but Jeff lays his other hand against Jensen's belly and pulls him closer.

"Easy," Jeff murmurs, and nuzzles Jensen's nape. The pheromones are strong there, dark and secret, rising as Jeff rubs his cheek into them. He'll have that scent all night. He strokes up the underside, tracing the fat vein of Jensen's dick, and swallows hard as more slick spurts onto his fingertips. Jensen bites back a sound, hips twitching, and Jeff hums. "Yeah."

Jensen seems to be having trouble breathing. His head thumps back against Jeff's shoulder as he tries not to fuck Jeff's hand. "What're you--?" he whispers, voice thick.

Jeff can't help it; he rubs the pad of his thumb over the head, skimming in the slurring wet, spreading more of that smell. Jensen unlocks all at once, gasping, pushing his hips up into Jeff's hand. Shuddering, Jeff buries his face in Jensen's throat and starts to stroke him like that, just like that.

Jensen's hands slap back onto Jeff's hips, his nails digging into Jeff as he shakes. He's so close, Jeff can smell it on him. It makes him rougher than he means to be when he reaches between them, unzipping his jeans. Jensen hears that, the drag of the zipper, and he-- he comes, he paints Jeff's hand and his own thighs, panting and spilling the rich salt scent of it everywhere as he tries to back up onto Jeff's dick.

Someone is growling. Jeff is growling, low wolf sound. Jensen is prepped, and it's a damn good thing, because Jeff's so hard he's half-blind with it. He grabs Jensen around the narrow hips and slides him back, his dick slipping along Jensen's cleft twice before he can even manage to push inside, he's shaking so hard. Jensen cries out and tries to fuck himself back, fighting Jeff on it, still clenching inside like a fist.

Jeff slots inside Jensen, and it's like dying. It's so easy, so hot and slick inside, muscles rippling as Jensen tries to rip the orgasm right out of him. Jeff bites his throat, and Jensen jerks in his arms once before going still against him. Jeff realizes absently that he's holding him too tight, bruising, but he can't make himself ease up. One of his hands is cupped over Jensen's belly, over the scar.

Baby, Jeff thinks crazily. Mine.

Jensen is making a sound. Soothing. His hands move restless over Jeff's hips, stroking him down. He's still hard, or maybe hard again, Jeff isn't even sure. His teeth still set in Jensen's shoulder, he starts to rock against him. Into him, that sweet heat, needing more of the hurting low sounds Jensen makes as he's fucked.

Jensen leans forward, and Jeff lets him, until Jensen's braced on his arms. He's quiet, until Jeff coaxes his hips up another inch, until he can feel Jensen jerk in place and start to dig nails into the bed. And that's right, that's even better, the fluttering clench of Jensen's body, the way he sweats and trembles. Jeff feels high, hot, and knows he could come now if he tried. He doesn't want to, not yet. Not yet.

But Jensen is pushing back into him, Jensen is taking, the rhythm of his breaths getting fast and uneven. Rising. Jeff slides his hand down and takes hold on him, doesn't even get to stroke him and Jensen yells as he comes apart again. It's like a fist around his spine, jerking Jeff across the edge, making him give it up; he sees white and hears Jensen react as he spills, like that's as good as being sucked, as good as anything.

"Oh," Jeff says stupidly, and puts his forehead against Jensen's back. He's sweating; he feels weak, like he just donated too much blood. "Hnngh."

Jensen purrs beneath him. Jeff feels himself give a last, furtive twitch inside at the satisfaction in that sound. He shifts, trying to take some of the weight off Jensen, and Jensen tenses. It's an easy thing to kiss his shoulder and murmur, "Shh, sweetheart, just trying not to crush you."

"You're supposed to stay in." Jensen's voice sounds smaller. Tired.

Jeff chuffs out a laugh. "Believe me, I'm not going anywhere. Here, let me just..." Moving slow, Jeff rolls them both over onto their sides, steadying Jensen when he starts to tip over. "There."

Jensen doesn't say anything, but he relaxes a little, his breaths slowing. The quilt is still on the floor; Jeff wishes he had it to make sure Jensen doesn't freeze. He settles for running his hands over Jensen's arms, his chest, rubbing warmth into the skin.

"Sorry I bit you," Jeff says.

Jensen makes a non-committal noise. After a long moment, he shivers and reaches under the pillow. Jeff isn't particularly surprised when Jensen comes up with the Sudoku, though he appreciates Jensen asking, "Do you mind?"

"Nah." Jeff shifts, tucking Jensen's cold feet between his own calves. He can feel the awkwardness creeping in on the edges again. "S'okay."

So they lay there, Jensen with his puzzles and Jeff with his thoughts. By the time Jensen's basted in Jeff's boys, Jensen's dropped the pen twice as he starts to doze off. Jeff figures it would be impolite to just tell him to sleep, already, but he's tempted. Instead he slips out, steadying himself with a hand on Jensen's hip.

Jensen cranes his head around to peer at Jeff. Without his glasses, he's a little owlish. It's cute. "Am I sleeping on the couch?"

Jeff reaches out and strokes his finger down the bridge of Jensen's nose, smiling as it gets a sleepy blink. "You're sleeping here."

"Hm," Jensen says, not entirely approving, and rolls up to his feet. He pauses thoughtfully, shifts his weight, and Jeff realizes: he's enjoying the soreness. Then Jensen pads to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

"Jesus Christ," Jeff tells his empty bedroom, then gets the quilt off the floor. He mops up the worst of the wet spot. Stops, considering the stickiness on his fingers, before sucking them clean one by one.

By the time Jensen comes back, Jeff's made the bed and killed the lights. The bed bends under Jensen's weight, and he starts to settle on the other side. Jeff reaches over and hooks an arm around him, pulling him across the bed until he's tucked against Jeff's side. Jensen gives him a look; Jeff murmurs and pretends to be half-asleep. He has too many other things to feel guilty about to worry over that.

Jensen curls back against Jeff and sighs his way into sleep, one arm protectively over his stomach. Jeff waits until he's definitely out before he slips his own hand down, mapping Jensen's scars in the dark.