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Blindfold Fill! NC-17 | Slept Right Through the End of the World
Title: Slept Right Through the End of the World
Words: 1,600
Rating/Warning: NC-17/somnophilia, dubcon /0\
Notes: Written for Round 4 of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
blindfold_spn for: Jensen is totally exhausted (wasted, high, or drugged works too) and Jared can't help himself but watch as he keens and grinds against the sheets in his sleep. The sounds he's making combined with the sight of him are intoxicating. Jared slowly strips and inches onto the bed and licks and teases him. He removes his clothing then flips a very pliable and half aware Jensen on to his back and fucks him rough and hard. Originally posted here IDEK I can't believe I did this.
Jensen would never say it, but he’s a total lightweight for wine. He can empty half a case of beer in an evening and the most that happens is he laughs louder, longer, more often. But wine gets him all warmed up, looking at everything with rose-colored glasses, and waxing poetic. He slouches into the couch cushions, extending legs onto coffee tables he’d long ago forbade Jared from using without a coaster.
His words get a little softer and his drawl a little deeper, gaze a little more intent. He watches Jared and hangs on every word, like they’re filling pages for a biography that paints Jared as the most interesting human being in the world.
When Jensen’s eyelids slip down, looking at Jared from beneath eyelashes a mile long, Jared feels it stir within. But he buries it. Stuffs it back where it came from, because for all their hours on set and living in each other’s pockets, this is not what Jared ‘n Jensen really means.
Jensen sips down the st of his glass of Riesling - two bottles tonight, one apiece - and Jared’s well aware it’s time to stop drinking.
“Pour me some more vino,” Jensen lightly orders, raising his glass in the air. “My good, man, please do,” he adds airily.
Jared chuckles into the last bit of his own glass. “I think you’re done.”
“Never,” Jensen insists with a smile, leaning back into the couch. He rests one foot in the cushions, knee bent sharp, and the other at the edge of the glass coffee table.
Jared’s eyes can’t help but travel to the v of Jensen’s legs, but then he snorts and shakes his head with a doubtful look to Jensen.
Slowly tapping his sock-clad foot to the glass top, Jensen drops his chin to increase the angle of his leer from under dark lashes. “Jared, do me the favor, please?” he asks warmly.
Jared lightly shakes his glass to ring the wine within. He downs the rest and sets it back to the table, purposely clinking glass to glass as he serves Jensen a stern look. “To bed with you, son.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Jensen murmurs. “I thought you’d never ask.”
All Jared can say is, “See ya in the morning,” before retiring to his room upstairs.
The wine wakes him an hour later, forcing him to the kitchen downstairs for ice cold water, but he never makes it all the way. Jensen is still laid out on the couch, legs still cut open wide. But his jeans fit tighter, tented where it counts.
Jared’s even more parched, and in a sleep haze, he tumbles against the door frame between the two rooms. He feels heat forcing him to stay put and catalog the scene – Jensen’s hand curled over a firm thigh, plush lips pursed on his pretty face, dick tight in denim. Jared sharply breathes and knocks his head to the door frame in pathetic desire.
Jensen shifts. Hand sliding higher up his leg, he licks his lips and blinks awake, startling Jared with his soft gaze. “Hey,” he murmurs as he attempts to sit up. “I fall asleep on you?”
Jared clears his throat and moves to Jensen, albeit slowly and with as much control as possible. “No, you passed out all by your lonesome.”
As soon as Jared’s close, Jensen reaches a hand out and he pulls himself up with Jared’s grip. “My back would’ve killed me in an hour.”
Jared chuckles awkwardly, trying to hide his surprise at Jensen leaning into him, sleep-warm body pressed into his side.
There are no more words as Jared walks them down to the hall to Jensen’s bedroom. Jensen pulls his jeans down before Jared can leave the room, and then slides beneath the blanket, flashing the temptation of baby blue boxer briefs smooth across his firm ass.
Jared steps back to the hallway, but he stops there when he catches Jensen burrowed in bed, turning restless as he stretches out on his stomach. He knows there’s no need to watch Jensen fall asleep, as if there’s worry to sleeping after wine. They do this every few weeks, wind down with a homemade dinner and a bottle of crisp white. But he’s anchored in place when he can make out the shape of Jensen’s ass in the blanket, rising up and rolling with his hips.
Air catching in his throat, Jared grips the door frame, trying to remain utterly silent to hear Jensen’s heavy breathing. But Jared’s own heartbeat overwhelms him. He tries to steady his breathing, matches it to Jensen’s, and then it’s all too easy to hear a tiny moan echoing in the room.
Jensen’s now rutting against the mattress, knee pushing up, forcing the comforter to slip off his leg to bare pale, freckled skin. And now Jared can see how Jensen digs his heel into the mattress in an effort for better angles and friction.
Jared steps lightly and nears the bed to eat up every single groan and whimper escaping Jensen’s mouth, whiny little breaths and low growls stuck in Jensen’s throat.
With Jensen’s growing movements, the blankets fall further down his body, giving Jared a hint to Jensen’s soft-toned underwear, smooth cotton fitted to the curve of Jensen’s ass, to the long dip between his cheeks.
He can’t help it now. He reaches out and drags fingertips over Jensen’s ass, smiling to Jensen’s answering moan. There’s no other disruption to Jensen’s rhythm on the mattress, and it emboldens Jared. He palms all of Jensen’s cheek, squeezes then presses his fingertips into Jensen’s crack. His ass rises to the touch, pleading whimpers egging Jared on more, along with the bulge forming in the front of his own pants.
At that thought, Jared tugs his shirt up and off and shucks his pajama pants down. Absolutely naked, he climbs over Jensen, straddling his hips and lightly sliding his dick along the line of Jensen’s crack. Just a few moments pass until Jared needs the true warmth of Jensen’s body, and he gives into the temptation he’s entertained since the day they met.
Jared slips Jensen’s boxer briefs down his hips, thighs, and around his ankles. He guides Jensen to his back, surprised and a little bit troubled that Jensen’s still dead to sleep. But the sight of Jensen’s hard dick drags Jared right back in.
Settling between the enticing v of Jensen’s legs, he palms Jensen’s dick, pressing it down to his abdomen as he squeezes his fingers around it. Jensen moans something unintelligible, but the gravel to his nonsense makes Jared’s dick pulse. He’s not sure how much longer he can last like this, how much more of this moment he’ll have. With that, he makes quick work of licking his own finger, slicking it up good, and pressing it to Jensen’s hole.
The sucking heat of Jensen’s body all around Jared’s finger is all too much. He’s never gonna last here, so he pushes two fingers in to speed it along. All while Jensen’s gone quiet, his body keeps moving back on Jared’s hand, and then Jared flicks his fingertips at the rim.
Jensen’s breathing gets quick, and this is it. This is all Jared has for patience. In seconds, he pulls his hand away, pushes Jensen’s legs even wider, and presses his dick into Jensen. It’s slow and harsh without lube but Jared knows he doesn’t need much. Jensen’s heat is more than enough to satisfy him. He so slowly rocks for some friction, unable to control his hips.
Then it happens. Terrifyingly, in slow motion, Jensen’s eyes slide open. They’re just slits beneath sleepy eyelids, but Jensen seems to catch Jared’s scared, wide gaze just before shutting his eyes. Jared cannot move, frightened to all hell. Until Jensen reaches for his own dick, fists it in a sleepy, loose hold. Jensen bites into his lower lip and rolls his hips down to Jared, more aware and constant than the unconscious neediness of earlier.
Jared falls to his hands, mind spinning … Them, like this. Jensen’s breathy moans. Honest-to-goodness connection.
“Come on, come on, come on,” Jensen murmurs restlessly.
And that’s all Jared needs. He spikes his hips up a handful of times, spurred on by Jensen’s participation, his want, and comes in Jensen’s ass, drawing moans from them both.
Jensen keeps rutting against Jared, fucking into his own hand and getting fucked on Jared’s still-pulsing dick still filling his ass. Jared stays up on all fours and watches Jensen jerk himself off. Watches Jensen get faster with a tighter fist that makes the head of his cock look obscene and flushed in what little light comes through the window. Jensen whimpers then, hand stuttering as he spurts up his abdomen, hole clenching around Jared, keeping Jared in place.
Jensen blinks through the euphoria, finally looking, really looking, at Jared. “Next time,” Jensen mumbles, “Wake me up earlier.”
Jared breaths a light laugh, nerves obvious with how he shakily moves. He shifts to pull out, but Jensen stops him.
“I woke up with you in me, wanna wake up like that, too,” he says with a lazy smirk. “Get another wake-up call, maybe.”
Jared drops down to Jensen, covering his body and resting his head just beside Jensen. Who starts mouthing at Jared’s ear, warm air making Jared shiver as it hits wet skin that Jensen keeps sucking at.
Jensen slows down, wraps his arms around Jared, and hums lightly. He falls asleep with Jared’s dick in his ass and ear in his mouth, and Jared can’t seem to care.
Words: 1,600
Rating/Warning: NC-17/somnophilia, dubcon /0\
Notes: Written for Round 4 of
blindfold_spn for: Jensen is totally exhausted (wasted, high, or drugged works too) and Jared can't help himself but watch as he keens and grinds against the sheets in his sleep. The sounds he's making combined with the sight of him are intoxicating. Jared slowly strips and inches onto the bed and licks and teases him. He removes his clothing then flips a very pliable and half aware Jensen on to his back and fucks him rough and hard. Originally posted here IDEK I can't believe I did this.Jensen would never say it, but he’s a total lightweight for wine. He can empty half a case of beer in an evening and the most that happens is he laughs louder, longer, more often. But wine gets him all warmed up, looking at everything with rose-colored glasses, and waxing poetic. He slouches into the couch cushions, extending legs onto coffee tables he’d long ago forbade Jared from using without a coaster.
His words get a little softer and his drawl a little deeper, gaze a little more intent. He watches Jared and hangs on every word, like they’re filling pages for a biography that paints Jared as the most interesting human being in the world.
When Jensen’s eyelids slip down, looking at Jared from beneath eyelashes a mile long, Jared feels it stir within. But he buries it. Stuffs it back where it came from, because for all their hours on set and living in each other’s pockets, this is not what Jared ‘n Jensen really means.
Jensen sips down the st of his glass of Riesling - two bottles tonight, one apiece - and Jared’s well aware it’s time to stop drinking.
“Pour me some more vino,” Jensen lightly orders, raising his glass in the air. “My good, man, please do,” he adds airily.
Jared chuckles into the last bit of his own glass. “I think you’re done.”
“Never,” Jensen insists with a smile, leaning back into the couch. He rests one foot in the cushions, knee bent sharp, and the other at the edge of the glass coffee table.
Jared’s eyes can’t help but travel to the v of Jensen’s legs, but then he snorts and shakes his head with a doubtful look to Jensen.
Slowly tapping his sock-clad foot to the glass top, Jensen drops his chin to increase the angle of his leer from under dark lashes. “Jared, do me the favor, please?” he asks warmly.
Jared lightly shakes his glass to ring the wine within. He downs the rest and sets it back to the table, purposely clinking glass to glass as he serves Jensen a stern look. “To bed with you, son.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Jensen murmurs. “I thought you’d never ask.”
All Jared can say is, “See ya in the morning,” before retiring to his room upstairs.
The wine wakes him an hour later, forcing him to the kitchen downstairs for ice cold water, but he never makes it all the way. Jensen is still laid out on the couch, legs still cut open wide. But his jeans fit tighter, tented where it counts.
Jared’s even more parched, and in a sleep haze, he tumbles against the door frame between the two rooms. He feels heat forcing him to stay put and catalog the scene – Jensen’s hand curled over a firm thigh, plush lips pursed on his pretty face, dick tight in denim. Jared sharply breathes and knocks his head to the door frame in pathetic desire.
Jensen shifts. Hand sliding higher up his leg, he licks his lips and blinks awake, startling Jared with his soft gaze. “Hey,” he murmurs as he attempts to sit up. “I fall asleep on you?”
Jared clears his throat and moves to Jensen, albeit slowly and with as much control as possible. “No, you passed out all by your lonesome.”
As soon as Jared’s close, Jensen reaches a hand out and he pulls himself up with Jared’s grip. “My back would’ve killed me in an hour.”
Jared chuckles awkwardly, trying to hide his surprise at Jensen leaning into him, sleep-warm body pressed into his side.
There are no more words as Jared walks them down to the hall to Jensen’s bedroom. Jensen pulls his jeans down before Jared can leave the room, and then slides beneath the blanket, flashing the temptation of baby blue boxer briefs smooth across his firm ass.
Jared steps back to the hallway, but he stops there when he catches Jensen burrowed in bed, turning restless as he stretches out on his stomach. He knows there’s no need to watch Jensen fall asleep, as if there’s worry to sleeping after wine. They do this every few weeks, wind down with a homemade dinner and a bottle of crisp white. But he’s anchored in place when he can make out the shape of Jensen’s ass in the blanket, rising up and rolling with his hips.
Air catching in his throat, Jared grips the door frame, trying to remain utterly silent to hear Jensen’s heavy breathing. But Jared’s own heartbeat overwhelms him. He tries to steady his breathing, matches it to Jensen’s, and then it’s all too easy to hear a tiny moan echoing in the room.
Jensen’s now rutting against the mattress, knee pushing up, forcing the comforter to slip off his leg to bare pale, freckled skin. And now Jared can see how Jensen digs his heel into the mattress in an effort for better angles and friction.
Jared steps lightly and nears the bed to eat up every single groan and whimper escaping Jensen’s mouth, whiny little breaths and low growls stuck in Jensen’s throat.
With Jensen’s growing movements, the blankets fall further down his body, giving Jared a hint to Jensen’s soft-toned underwear, smooth cotton fitted to the curve of Jensen’s ass, to the long dip between his cheeks.
He can’t help it now. He reaches out and drags fingertips over Jensen’s ass, smiling to Jensen’s answering moan. There’s no other disruption to Jensen’s rhythm on the mattress, and it emboldens Jared. He palms all of Jensen’s cheek, squeezes then presses his fingertips into Jensen’s crack. His ass rises to the touch, pleading whimpers egging Jared on more, along with the bulge forming in the front of his own pants.
At that thought, Jared tugs his shirt up and off and shucks his pajama pants down. Absolutely naked, he climbs over Jensen, straddling his hips and lightly sliding his dick along the line of Jensen’s crack. Just a few moments pass until Jared needs the true warmth of Jensen’s body, and he gives into the temptation he’s entertained since the day they met.
Jared slips Jensen’s boxer briefs down his hips, thighs, and around his ankles. He guides Jensen to his back, surprised and a little bit troubled that Jensen’s still dead to sleep. But the sight of Jensen’s hard dick drags Jared right back in.
Settling between the enticing v of Jensen’s legs, he palms Jensen’s dick, pressing it down to his abdomen as he squeezes his fingers around it. Jensen moans something unintelligible, but the gravel to his nonsense makes Jared’s dick pulse. He’s not sure how much longer he can last like this, how much more of this moment he’ll have. With that, he makes quick work of licking his own finger, slicking it up good, and pressing it to Jensen’s hole.
The sucking heat of Jensen’s body all around Jared’s finger is all too much. He’s never gonna last here, so he pushes two fingers in to speed it along. All while Jensen’s gone quiet, his body keeps moving back on Jared’s hand, and then Jared flicks his fingertips at the rim.
Jensen’s breathing gets quick, and this is it. This is all Jared has for patience. In seconds, he pulls his hand away, pushes Jensen’s legs even wider, and presses his dick into Jensen. It’s slow and harsh without lube but Jared knows he doesn’t need much. Jensen’s heat is more than enough to satisfy him. He so slowly rocks for some friction, unable to control his hips.
Then it happens. Terrifyingly, in slow motion, Jensen’s eyes slide open. They’re just slits beneath sleepy eyelids, but Jensen seems to catch Jared’s scared, wide gaze just before shutting his eyes. Jared cannot move, frightened to all hell. Until Jensen reaches for his own dick, fists it in a sleepy, loose hold. Jensen bites into his lower lip and rolls his hips down to Jared, more aware and constant than the unconscious neediness of earlier.
Jared falls to his hands, mind spinning … Them, like this. Jensen’s breathy moans. Honest-to-goodness connection.
“Come on, come on, come on,” Jensen murmurs restlessly.
And that’s all Jared needs. He spikes his hips up a handful of times, spurred on by Jensen’s participation, his want, and comes in Jensen’s ass, drawing moans from them both.
Jensen keeps rutting against Jared, fucking into his own hand and getting fucked on Jared’s still-pulsing dick still filling his ass. Jared stays up on all fours and watches Jensen jerk himself off. Watches Jensen get faster with a tighter fist that makes the head of his cock look obscene and flushed in what little light comes through the window. Jensen whimpers then, hand stuttering as he spurts up his abdomen, hole clenching around Jared, keeping Jared in place.
Jensen blinks through the euphoria, finally looking, really looking, at Jared. “Next time,” Jensen mumbles, “Wake me up earlier.”
Jared breaths a light laugh, nerves obvious with how he shakily moves. He shifts to pull out, but Jensen stops him.
“I woke up with you in me, wanna wake up like that, too,” he says with a lazy smirk. “Get another wake-up call, maybe.”
Jared drops down to Jensen, covering his body and resting his head just beside Jensen. Who starts mouthing at Jared’s ear, warm air making Jared shiver as it hits wet skin that Jensen keeps sucking at.
Jensen slows down, wraps his arms around Jared, and hums lightly. He falls asleep with Jared’s dick in his ass and ear in his mouth, and Jared can’t seem to care.