NC-17 | You Know How I Feel | J2
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dugindeepTitle: You Know How I Feel
Words: 3200
Warnings: NC-17, dub-con
Summary: When Jared acts out, Jensen's got a lesson to teach.
Notes: For my bb![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
big_heart_june's birthday! A week late because I suck with time management, and it's long because I suck at short fics or following prompts /0\ title from "Feeling Good" which has been redone by like 10 people, I swear, mostly recently Michael Buble lol wtf is my brain. And big thanks to neros_violin and raeschae for listening to me ramble and shooting around ideas!
I still ♥ you bb!
Jensen doesn’t get pissed off – truly pissed off - at Jared very often. But the second it happens, it’s like flipping a switch and Jared can’t ignore it. Though, he’s not sure what he’s done to be on the receiving end of Jensen’s frigid stare, the hard brow seemingly intimidating. Except it actually kind of turns Jared on: the way Jensen’s eyebrows draw in, his jaw sets, and eyes seem to darken. So instead of slowing down, Jared just keeps on drinking.
And drinking.
And drinking.
And the last he remembers is standing up on their coffee table to belt out Pink’s “Don’t Let Me Get Me,” despite Jensen’s harsh look and the sharp line of his arms crossed over his chest.
Therefore, waking up naked with his arms pinned at odd angles and his legs bound by twisted sheets, he’s not all too surprised.
Jared blinks through the haze of early afternoon and moves to stretch, only to find that he can’t. He picks his head up while shifting his legs and looks at the end of the bed; his ankles are secured by the sheets alright. They’re completely tied to the wrought iron footboard, and with another shift up, he finds that his wrists are tied to the headboard with a tie – his $170 Ferragamo tie. He slides from confused into pretty pissed.
He tries to loosen the tie and shakes his arms out, making the headboard bang against the wall. But, it’s a tight knot and the more he moves, the more it pinches his skin, raising pins and needles in his palms and down his fingers.
Jensen appears in the doorway, seeming fresh even as he rests against the frame dressed in sleep pants and a plain, faded t-shirt. When Jared looks more closely, blinking away the last remnants of sleepy fogginess, he can tell Jensen’s showered given the way his hair is disheveled but soft, dark with dampness. He looks warm and refreshed, whereas Jared is getting cold sans clothes and he’s currently tied up.
“Hi,” Jared says.
“Hi,” Jensen returns, arms crossed just like they were for most of last night.
He tugs on the tie at his wrist again. “So, how bad was I?”
Jensen’s face twists in anger with mocking, wide eyes as he enters the room. “Oh, pretty bad.”
Turning as far as he can to the side of the bed Jensen steps to, Jared feels heat flare up in his belly, both with want and worry. Jensen angry is equal parts intimidating and hot as hell.
“How bad’s pretty bad?”
Jensen crouches to the ground then comes up with a pale blue button-up, which Jared remembers is Jensen’s Armani shirt, the one he had on last night. “Well, just before you finished the first bottle of wine, you spilled a glass.”
As Jensen lets the shirt drop back to the ground, Jared winces at the thought of the red wine he’d nearly inhaled through dinner. Jensen’s surprise birthday dinner that Jared had planned despite all of Jensen’s protests for a night in, just the two of them.
“So,” Jared says quietly, “that explains the tie.”
“Seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Jared frowns, hearing those words echo in his head, and he recalls saying something quite similar in reply to Jensen’s complaint that their friends were all crowded into their living room when Jensen had insisted he didn’t want Jared to do anything for his birthday.
“And after the Jack,” Jensen says as he sets a knee on the mattress and straddles Jared’s chest, “you decided to practice the vanishing tablecloth and yanked everything off the table with it.”
Wincing, Jared watches Jensen tighten the tie around his wrist. “We did shots?”
Jensen continues tugging on the ends of the tie, making the thing go impossibly tight, and Jared wants to whimper with the pain. He also tries to not get turned on by the bulge of Jensen’s biceps as he does it. Or by how rough Jensen’s voice comes when he says, “They did shots. You drank straight from the bottle.”
He laughs nervously and Jensen glares at him for it. “That doesn’t sound like me,” he defends, quite lamely he’s sure.
The corner of Jensen’s mouth tips up, and if it weren’t accompanied by such a murderous look, Jared’s sure he’d go hard for it.
He’s about halfway there, though.
And it becomes more difficult to isolate his anticipation for punishment from that of pleasure when Jensen slides down his body, ass riding over Jared’s dick for just half a second of temptation before he settles at Jared’s knees. “And then you decided on strip karaoke.”
Jared lifts his head to watch Jensen stare back at him. “I, what?”
“Whenever you missed a lyric, you took off a piece of clothing.”
He thinks on it for a few seconds and can’t help himself from asking, “How’d I do?”
Jensen’s raises an eyebrow. “The girls left shortly after you butchered Pink and Chad threw up in the sink.”
“You could’ve just said ‘not good,’ you know?”
Shooting Jared another sharp look, Jensen moves between Jared’s legs, his knees nudging Jared’s further apart but with his ankles tied to the footboard, it’s a stretch and he feels the pinch in his joints. “What I know is that I said no party.”
“Yeah, but-”
“And I meant, no party,” Jensen says with a hard edge to his voice. It’s punctuated by his hand running down along Jared’s cock with just a bit too much pressure, making Jared whine and attempt to shift with away. Jensen tucks his hand up tight against Jared’s balls, again drawing a clipped groan from Jared.
“So, this is, uh,” Jared nearly stutters out, unable to ignore the sting between his legs. “Punishment?”
The way Jensen’s fingers tuck up under Jared’s balls is a bit much, and Jared tries to shirk back, but it’s useless given the ties keeping him in place. His pulse ratchets up with the inability to move, a fear he’s had since he was a kid and had far too many dreams of fearful things he’d witnessed in movies that Jeff let him watch, but was too young for.
Jared squirms a bit more obviously, and Jensen smiles at him. “You okay, pumpkin?” he asks with far too much sweetness.
He takes loud, deep breaths to calm himself, but it doesn’t do the trick. Not with Jensen shoving forward and forcing his knee as the new hard press into Jared’s groin. Jensen leans over Jared and dips down low with his mouth just hovering over Jared’s.
“You don’t look okay,” Jensen murmurs as he tilts his head to either side. His eyes slowly rake over Jared’s face and go warm as he looks down the length of Jared’s body and back up. He smirks just before allowing a brief press of their mouths together in a dry kiss. “You’re flushed all over, baby,” he murmurs even darker than before. Jensen slides his lips across Jared’s mouth once more and leaves open-mouthed kisses down to his chin. “And you look good enough to eat.”
Jared yelps when Jensen’s teeth sink into his jaw. He can feel Jensen’s lips curl into a smile, and he wants to shove Jensen away, get him right back with some clever biting of his own, but he can’t shake off the ties at his ankles or wrists, no matter how many times he twists his limbs, and he does.
Jensen draws up to look down on Jared and slowly pushes his knee up across Jared’s cock and slides it right back down, eyes going warm as he watches Jared bite into his lips.
It hurts, far beyond any kind of pleasure, and Jared bucks his hips in protest but it just forces Jensen even tighter into his hips, and Jensen chuckles with it.
“You’re not okay, are you?” Jensen asks with no amount of concern that could make Jared feel better.
It merely turns him on: the heat in Jensen’s voice and the puff of air against Jared’s mouth as Jensen says it.
Jared twists his hips, trying to find a better angle that will hurt less and be more, but Jensen drops his body down to Jared’s, pinning Jared’s hips with his own. And that’s when he can feel the hard line of Jensen’s dick press into his hip.
The sudden awareness that not only is Jensen in for punishment but deriving his own pleasure turns Jared’s stomach, and he’s immediately on board with this entire scenario. If only his anxiety could temper itself from realizing the ties are worth it.
Jensen spreads his legs to force Jared’s further open; the footboard rattles with the motion and Jared cringes at the ache growing in his ankles and spreading up his shins. He grins down on Jared, and Jared breathes slowly as he attempts to smile back despite the pain. “You’re awfully quiet,” Jensen says.
As Jensen rests his hands up Jared’s forearms, Jared’s biceps and shoulders stretch and burn with the weight of Jensen’s upper body. “I’m trying to follow the lesson,” Jared grits out.
Nuzzling Jared’s jaw is deceiving, drawing Jared away from thoughts of pain and into a false sense of gentle affection, because Jensen follows up the soft, slow touch with a sharp bite at the hinge of Jared’s jaw. Jared can’t contain the grunt in his throat, and Jensen chuckles low. “And what have you learned so far?”
“That you have sharp teeth, fuck,” Jared complains, angling his head away.
In return, Jensen digs his knee in and shoves his thigh into Jared again, starting up a hard, agonizing rhythm that Jared would love to ignore. Except, he can feel his heart pound in his ears and it’s as though the rest of his body is sending all blood and energy right to his dick for how hard he now is. No matter how rough Jensen’s leg gets or how sharply he digs teeth into Jared’s throat and chin, his body is reacting entirely differently.
“This isn’t funny,” Jared says firmly, anger rising at the fact that he has to point it out. “It’s really fucking painful.”
Jensen lifts up a few inches, taking time to assess all of Jared’s body with a straight face and staring down at him in full consideration. “That’s kinda my point.”
Jared draws in a harsh breath and looks right into Jensen’s eyes. “Can you let me go?” he asks with some force. “Please?”
“You’re really not enjoying this?”
He huffs in aggravation. “Not at all.”
Jensen shifts to the side, but not completely off, and reaches down to caress Jared’s dick, fingers light and gradually picking up a little speed, making Jared shiver in exactly the right way. And when Jared audibly sucks in air, Jensen slowly smiles. “You are so hard. I hardly believe you’re not enjoying any of this.”
This, this here and now, he is enjoying, and he’s again lulled by Jensen’s careful touches. “Okay, so I was a dick last night,” Jared admits, feeling lightheaded with Jensen leisurely fisting him. He lifts his hips with the rhythm, but then Jensen squeezes with his fingers tight around Jared’s dick, and Jared whimpers in agony.
“You were,” Jensen says sharply. And then he tugs on Jared’s cock with an even sharper motion. “Next time I say I wanna stay in, I wanna stay in.”
Jared grimaces, eyes shutting to block out the hard stretch of his body in every direction, and now up as Jensen keeps gripping him far too tight. “Okay, okay, I got it.”
Jensen leans back in with his mouth coasting over Jared’s, and he whispers, “You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sorry,” Jared whimpers, fists clenching and legs uselessly fighting the restraints.
“I don’t know that I believe you,” he mumbles just before nipping into Jared’s cheek, teeth grinding down to the bone, and hand still gripping much too tight.
The pain pierces his brain and he feels like he can’t breathe with it. His lungs ache and stomach spins on him, and he’s almost certain he’ll die. Jensen will kill him with his excruciating, unforgiving grasp squeezing impossibly tight around Jared’s dick.
“I’m so,” he pants and can’t speak any further. His brain is incapable of giving him the right words, and he can’t focus on anything but the torture of his arms and legs strung up and down and Jensen’s fist a tight clamp around him. Suddenly, he spits out, “So yellow. I’m yellow.”
Jensen lets go of him and rises up so they’re no longer touching. “Yellow?”
“Yeah,” Jared sighs with relief then tugs at his hands as he closes his eyes again. “Yellow.”
In seconds, Jensen’s got the tie loosened and he makes quick work of the sheets at Jared’s feet as Jared pulls his arms down and lightly runs his fingers around his wrists.
Jensen crawls back up to Jared and pulls one of Jared’s arms into his lap, hands massaging over his shoulder, down the arm, and fluidly twisting his arm and elbow to properly stretch the muscles back out. He keeps working at Jared’s tricep and then down under, fingers nimbly bringing life back to Jared’s arm.
“Are you okay?” Jensen asks with honest-to-goodness care behind the words.
“Yeah,” Jared replies. He shoves his head back into the mattress and keeps his eyes shut, focusing on Jensen’s precise touches to loosen his shoulder up and then move to the other side of the bed to work out that arm, too. His breathing is still harsh as his body tries to come back down from the intensity and anxiety of being stretched too thin, but there’s the soft reminder of Jensen at his side with his practiced hands doing their job.
“We haven’t used yellow in a while.”
Jared looks at Jensen and starts to frown at the fact that Jensen’s brow is drawn in and his eyes won’t go higher than Jared’s shoulder. Jared knows it’s guilt. “I don’t know,” he sighs, still hearing a shake to his voice. Heck, he can feel his legs still trembling even as he repeatedly flexes the muscles in his thighs and calves and spreads his toes out for more circulation. “It just came out.”
“I’m sorry,” Jensen murmurs. He slides his hand over Jared’s shoulder and his fingers just barely brush over a tender spot he’d bitten at earlier. He makes a small, pained noise as he drags his hand back down to rub out Jared’s shoulder.
“Was I that bad?” Jared asks carefully.
Jensen clenches his jaw then bites into his bottom lip, and Jared can tell he’s fighting back the irritation. He shifts back over Jared, straddling his waist once again, but this time he sets Jared’s hand at his own shoulder and runs his hands up and down to trigger blood flow again. “I just wanted to stay in and hang out,” he says flatly.
Jared forms a fist with his other hand, feeling tingles race each other through each finger, but on the whole, he’s okay. His shoulder still feels a bit tight, but he’s sure it’ll work itself out as well. He rests his free hand on Jensen’s thigh and gently squeezes. “I’m really sorry. Joke or not, I get that it pissed you off, and I won’t do it again.”
With a long look, Jensen says, “You were pretty embarrassing.”
“Cross my heart, never again.”
“You better not,” Jensen returns sharply, one eyebrow perfectly angled up.
Jared rubs circles into Jensen’s thigh and softly frowns. “I won’t. I promise.”
“When I say I wanna stay in, we stay in.”
Jared lightly chuckles and grabs the front of Jensen’s shirt. “I got it. Now can you come here?” Jensen gives him the same pointed look with the same sharp eyebrow, and Jared rolls his eyes. “Please? Can you come here, please?”
Jensen leans down with Jared tugging on his shirt, and this time, the kisses are smooth and gentle; the both of them are. He runs his hands into Jared’s hair, fingers playing in the strands, and Jared bends his knees up to feel the way they easily slot together. They begin to softly rock together, and their breathing comes quicker and louder as their kisses get messy, too.
Now that he’s able to touch, Jared runs his hands up the back of Jensen’s shirt, fingers squeezing into Jensen’s smooth skin and bringing Jensen down tighter so Jared can feel the hard press of Jensen’s dick against him again. And this time when he whimpers, it’s in pleasure, the desire to feel all of Jensen rumbling under his skin.
Jensen falls right in line, murmuring against Jared’s lips, “You really were hard before. You were liking it.”
He smiles into Jensen’s kiss. “You’re insatiable, what can I say?” But that’s the last of his joking because his body’s been alit for far too long, and the easy way they can joke now makes his heart quicken like nothing else can. He knows he won’t last much longer, and he gives away his tell when he moans and grabs Jensen’s face to angle a deeper kiss, mumbling, “Mmm, c’mere now,” as he does it.
They pant together and Jensen grinds down into Jared with purpose, and Jared curls his toes down and kicks his head back with a groan. His body twitches as he comes, and he pushes up into Jensen to keep their bodies touching the entire time.
He practically liquefies for how his muscles go slack and he falls back to the mattress. Jensen just surrounds him, sucking against Jared’s throat and continuing to slide his dick along Jared’s hip. Jared grabs at Jensen’s ass, pulling him in with the rhythm, and he flinches when Jensen licks over a sore patch that had been bitten before.
“You look so good, Jare,” Jensen pants against Jared’s wet threat, the air making Jared shiver once more.
Jared slips his hand between them and into Jensen’s pants. He fists Jensen's dick and smiles against Jensen’s temple as he eggs him on: “Come for me, baby. Come on.”
Jensen’s eyes are clenched shut, face twisting as he ruts into Jared’s hand, and then he does. He bites into his bottom lip and groans as Jared continues to pull it out of him, dragging his hand up and down Jensen’s cock far past the point that he needs to. He catches how Jensen cringes with too much sensation and how hard he bites into his lips, and Jared keeps going, squeezing at the base and drawing his fist up quickly. No matter how hard Jensen winces and tries to push up, or how tightly Jared holds at Jensen’s back with his other hand, he keeps jerking Jensen.
“Okay, alright, yellow, you fucker,” Jensen pants as he tries to shove off of Jared.
He lets Jensen go, laughing as Jensen spins over to his back, and when Jared tries to join him, Jensen fails to push him away. “C’mon. I’m sorry,” Jared says as he stretches out next to Jensen. He runs his hand under Jensen’s shirt and over his chest in a soothing motion.
“No, you’re not,” Jensen grumbles as he smacks at Jared’s hand then traps it in place.
Jared rises up to his other elbow and drags his finger over Jensen’s lips, all plush and red and slick from biting into them. “Mmm, you’re right,” he smiles lazily. “I’m totally not.”
Words: 3200
Warnings: NC-17, dub-con
Summary: When Jared acts out, Jensen's got a lesson to teach.
Notes: For my bb
big_heart_june's birthday! A week late because I suck with time management, and it's long because I suck at short fics or following prompts /0\ title from "Feeling Good" which has been redone by like 10 people, I swear, mostly recently Michael Buble lol wtf is my brain. And big thanks to neros_violin and raeschae for listening to me ramble and shooting around ideas!I still ♥ you bb!
Jensen doesn’t get pissed off – truly pissed off - at Jared very often. But the second it happens, it’s like flipping a switch and Jared can’t ignore it. Though, he’s not sure what he’s done to be on the receiving end of Jensen’s frigid stare, the hard brow seemingly intimidating. Except it actually kind of turns Jared on: the way Jensen’s eyebrows draw in, his jaw sets, and eyes seem to darken. So instead of slowing down, Jared just keeps on drinking.
And drinking.
And drinking.
And the last he remembers is standing up on their coffee table to belt out Pink’s “Don’t Let Me Get Me,” despite Jensen’s harsh look and the sharp line of his arms crossed over his chest.
Therefore, waking up naked with his arms pinned at odd angles and his legs bound by twisted sheets, he’s not all too surprised.
Jared blinks through the haze of early afternoon and moves to stretch, only to find that he can’t. He picks his head up while shifting his legs and looks at the end of the bed; his ankles are secured by the sheets alright. They’re completely tied to the wrought iron footboard, and with another shift up, he finds that his wrists are tied to the headboard with a tie – his $170 Ferragamo tie. He slides from confused into pretty pissed.
He tries to loosen the tie and shakes his arms out, making the headboard bang against the wall. But, it’s a tight knot and the more he moves, the more it pinches his skin, raising pins and needles in his palms and down his fingers.
Jensen appears in the doorway, seeming fresh even as he rests against the frame dressed in sleep pants and a plain, faded t-shirt. When Jared looks more closely, blinking away the last remnants of sleepy fogginess, he can tell Jensen’s showered given the way his hair is disheveled but soft, dark with dampness. He looks warm and refreshed, whereas Jared is getting cold sans clothes and he’s currently tied up.
“Hi,” Jared says.
“Hi,” Jensen returns, arms crossed just like they were for most of last night.
He tugs on the tie at his wrist again. “So, how bad was I?”
Jensen’s face twists in anger with mocking, wide eyes as he enters the room. “Oh, pretty bad.”
Turning as far as he can to the side of the bed Jensen steps to, Jared feels heat flare up in his belly, both with want and worry. Jensen angry is equal parts intimidating and hot as hell.
“How bad’s pretty bad?”
Jensen crouches to the ground then comes up with a pale blue button-up, which Jared remembers is Jensen’s Armani shirt, the one he had on last night. “Well, just before you finished the first bottle of wine, you spilled a glass.”
As Jensen lets the shirt drop back to the ground, Jared winces at the thought of the red wine he’d nearly inhaled through dinner. Jensen’s surprise birthday dinner that Jared had planned despite all of Jensen’s protests for a night in, just the two of them.
“So,” Jared says quietly, “that explains the tie.”
“Seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Jared frowns, hearing those words echo in his head, and he recalls saying something quite similar in reply to Jensen’s complaint that their friends were all crowded into their living room when Jensen had insisted he didn’t want Jared to do anything for his birthday.
“And after the Jack,” Jensen says as he sets a knee on the mattress and straddles Jared’s chest, “you decided to practice the vanishing tablecloth and yanked everything off the table with it.”
Wincing, Jared watches Jensen tighten the tie around his wrist. “We did shots?”
Jensen continues tugging on the ends of the tie, making the thing go impossibly tight, and Jared wants to whimper with the pain. He also tries to not get turned on by the bulge of Jensen’s biceps as he does it. Or by how rough Jensen’s voice comes when he says, “They did shots. You drank straight from the bottle.”
He laughs nervously and Jensen glares at him for it. “That doesn’t sound like me,” he defends, quite lamely he’s sure.
The corner of Jensen’s mouth tips up, and if it weren’t accompanied by such a murderous look, Jared’s sure he’d go hard for it.
He’s about halfway there, though.
And it becomes more difficult to isolate his anticipation for punishment from that of pleasure when Jensen slides down his body, ass riding over Jared’s dick for just half a second of temptation before he settles at Jared’s knees. “And then you decided on strip karaoke.”
Jared lifts his head to watch Jensen stare back at him. “I, what?”
“Whenever you missed a lyric, you took off a piece of clothing.”
He thinks on it for a few seconds and can’t help himself from asking, “How’d I do?”
Jensen’s raises an eyebrow. “The girls left shortly after you butchered Pink and Chad threw up in the sink.”
“You could’ve just said ‘not good,’ you know?”
Shooting Jared another sharp look, Jensen moves between Jared’s legs, his knees nudging Jared’s further apart but with his ankles tied to the footboard, it’s a stretch and he feels the pinch in his joints. “What I know is that I said no party.”
“Yeah, but-”
“And I meant, no party,” Jensen says with a hard edge to his voice. It’s punctuated by his hand running down along Jared’s cock with just a bit too much pressure, making Jared whine and attempt to shift with away. Jensen tucks his hand up tight against Jared’s balls, again drawing a clipped groan from Jared.
“So, this is, uh,” Jared nearly stutters out, unable to ignore the sting between his legs. “Punishment?”
The way Jensen’s fingers tuck up under Jared’s balls is a bit much, and Jared tries to shirk back, but it’s useless given the ties keeping him in place. His pulse ratchets up with the inability to move, a fear he’s had since he was a kid and had far too many dreams of fearful things he’d witnessed in movies that Jeff let him watch, but was too young for.
Jared squirms a bit more obviously, and Jensen smiles at him. “You okay, pumpkin?” he asks with far too much sweetness.
He takes loud, deep breaths to calm himself, but it doesn’t do the trick. Not with Jensen shoving forward and forcing his knee as the new hard press into Jared’s groin. Jensen leans over Jared and dips down low with his mouth just hovering over Jared’s.
“You don’t look okay,” Jensen murmurs as he tilts his head to either side. His eyes slowly rake over Jared’s face and go warm as he looks down the length of Jared’s body and back up. He smirks just before allowing a brief press of their mouths together in a dry kiss. “You’re flushed all over, baby,” he murmurs even darker than before. Jensen slides his lips across Jared’s mouth once more and leaves open-mouthed kisses down to his chin. “And you look good enough to eat.”
Jared yelps when Jensen’s teeth sink into his jaw. He can feel Jensen’s lips curl into a smile, and he wants to shove Jensen away, get him right back with some clever biting of his own, but he can’t shake off the ties at his ankles or wrists, no matter how many times he twists his limbs, and he does.
Jensen draws up to look down on Jared and slowly pushes his knee up across Jared’s cock and slides it right back down, eyes going warm as he watches Jared bite into his lips.
It hurts, far beyond any kind of pleasure, and Jared bucks his hips in protest but it just forces Jensen even tighter into his hips, and Jensen chuckles with it.
“You’re not okay, are you?” Jensen asks with no amount of concern that could make Jared feel better.
It merely turns him on: the heat in Jensen’s voice and the puff of air against Jared’s mouth as Jensen says it.
Jared twists his hips, trying to find a better angle that will hurt less and be more, but Jensen drops his body down to Jared’s, pinning Jared’s hips with his own. And that’s when he can feel the hard line of Jensen’s dick press into his hip.
The sudden awareness that not only is Jensen in for punishment but deriving his own pleasure turns Jared’s stomach, and he’s immediately on board with this entire scenario. If only his anxiety could temper itself from realizing the ties are worth it.
Jensen spreads his legs to force Jared’s further open; the footboard rattles with the motion and Jared cringes at the ache growing in his ankles and spreading up his shins. He grins down on Jared, and Jared breathes slowly as he attempts to smile back despite the pain. “You’re awfully quiet,” Jensen says.
As Jensen rests his hands up Jared’s forearms, Jared’s biceps and shoulders stretch and burn with the weight of Jensen’s upper body. “I’m trying to follow the lesson,” Jared grits out.
Nuzzling Jared’s jaw is deceiving, drawing Jared away from thoughts of pain and into a false sense of gentle affection, because Jensen follows up the soft, slow touch with a sharp bite at the hinge of Jared’s jaw. Jared can’t contain the grunt in his throat, and Jensen chuckles low. “And what have you learned so far?”
“That you have sharp teeth, fuck,” Jared complains, angling his head away.
In return, Jensen digs his knee in and shoves his thigh into Jared again, starting up a hard, agonizing rhythm that Jared would love to ignore. Except, he can feel his heart pound in his ears and it’s as though the rest of his body is sending all blood and energy right to his dick for how hard he now is. No matter how rough Jensen’s leg gets or how sharply he digs teeth into Jared’s throat and chin, his body is reacting entirely differently.
“This isn’t funny,” Jared says firmly, anger rising at the fact that he has to point it out. “It’s really fucking painful.”
Jensen lifts up a few inches, taking time to assess all of Jared’s body with a straight face and staring down at him in full consideration. “That’s kinda my point.”
Jared draws in a harsh breath and looks right into Jensen’s eyes. “Can you let me go?” he asks with some force. “Please?”
“You’re really not enjoying this?”
He huffs in aggravation. “Not at all.”
Jensen shifts to the side, but not completely off, and reaches down to caress Jared’s dick, fingers light and gradually picking up a little speed, making Jared shiver in exactly the right way. And when Jared audibly sucks in air, Jensen slowly smiles. “You are so hard. I hardly believe you’re not enjoying any of this.”
This, this here and now, he is enjoying, and he’s again lulled by Jensen’s careful touches. “Okay, so I was a dick last night,” Jared admits, feeling lightheaded with Jensen leisurely fisting him. He lifts his hips with the rhythm, but then Jensen squeezes with his fingers tight around Jared’s dick, and Jared whimpers in agony.
“You were,” Jensen says sharply. And then he tugs on Jared’s cock with an even sharper motion. “Next time I say I wanna stay in, I wanna stay in.”
Jared grimaces, eyes shutting to block out the hard stretch of his body in every direction, and now up as Jensen keeps gripping him far too tight. “Okay, okay, I got it.”
Jensen leans back in with his mouth coasting over Jared’s, and he whispers, “You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sorry,” Jared whimpers, fists clenching and legs uselessly fighting the restraints.
“I don’t know that I believe you,” he mumbles just before nipping into Jared’s cheek, teeth grinding down to the bone, and hand still gripping much too tight.
The pain pierces his brain and he feels like he can’t breathe with it. His lungs ache and stomach spins on him, and he’s almost certain he’ll die. Jensen will kill him with his excruciating, unforgiving grasp squeezing impossibly tight around Jared’s dick.
“I’m so,” he pants and can’t speak any further. His brain is incapable of giving him the right words, and he can’t focus on anything but the torture of his arms and legs strung up and down and Jensen’s fist a tight clamp around him. Suddenly, he spits out, “So yellow. I’m yellow.”
Jensen lets go of him and rises up so they’re no longer touching. “Yellow?”
“Yeah,” Jared sighs with relief then tugs at his hands as he closes his eyes again. “Yellow.”
In seconds, Jensen’s got the tie loosened and he makes quick work of the sheets at Jared’s feet as Jared pulls his arms down and lightly runs his fingers around his wrists.
Jensen crawls back up to Jared and pulls one of Jared’s arms into his lap, hands massaging over his shoulder, down the arm, and fluidly twisting his arm and elbow to properly stretch the muscles back out. He keeps working at Jared’s tricep and then down under, fingers nimbly bringing life back to Jared’s arm.
“Are you okay?” Jensen asks with honest-to-goodness care behind the words.
“Yeah,” Jared replies. He shoves his head back into the mattress and keeps his eyes shut, focusing on Jensen’s precise touches to loosen his shoulder up and then move to the other side of the bed to work out that arm, too. His breathing is still harsh as his body tries to come back down from the intensity and anxiety of being stretched too thin, but there’s the soft reminder of Jensen at his side with his practiced hands doing their job.
“We haven’t used yellow in a while.”
Jared looks at Jensen and starts to frown at the fact that Jensen’s brow is drawn in and his eyes won’t go higher than Jared’s shoulder. Jared knows it’s guilt. “I don’t know,” he sighs, still hearing a shake to his voice. Heck, he can feel his legs still trembling even as he repeatedly flexes the muscles in his thighs and calves and spreads his toes out for more circulation. “It just came out.”
“I’m sorry,” Jensen murmurs. He slides his hand over Jared’s shoulder and his fingers just barely brush over a tender spot he’d bitten at earlier. He makes a small, pained noise as he drags his hand back down to rub out Jared’s shoulder.
“Was I that bad?” Jared asks carefully.
Jensen clenches his jaw then bites into his bottom lip, and Jared can tell he’s fighting back the irritation. He shifts back over Jared, straddling his waist once again, but this time he sets Jared’s hand at his own shoulder and runs his hands up and down to trigger blood flow again. “I just wanted to stay in and hang out,” he says flatly.
Jared forms a fist with his other hand, feeling tingles race each other through each finger, but on the whole, he’s okay. His shoulder still feels a bit tight, but he’s sure it’ll work itself out as well. He rests his free hand on Jensen’s thigh and gently squeezes. “I’m really sorry. Joke or not, I get that it pissed you off, and I won’t do it again.”
With a long look, Jensen says, “You were pretty embarrassing.”
“Cross my heart, never again.”
“You better not,” Jensen returns sharply, one eyebrow perfectly angled up.
Jared rubs circles into Jensen’s thigh and softly frowns. “I won’t. I promise.”
“When I say I wanna stay in, we stay in.”
Jared lightly chuckles and grabs the front of Jensen’s shirt. “I got it. Now can you come here?” Jensen gives him the same pointed look with the same sharp eyebrow, and Jared rolls his eyes. “Please? Can you come here, please?”
Jensen leans down with Jared tugging on his shirt, and this time, the kisses are smooth and gentle; the both of them are. He runs his hands into Jared’s hair, fingers playing in the strands, and Jared bends his knees up to feel the way they easily slot together. They begin to softly rock together, and their breathing comes quicker and louder as their kisses get messy, too.
Now that he’s able to touch, Jared runs his hands up the back of Jensen’s shirt, fingers squeezing into Jensen’s smooth skin and bringing Jensen down tighter so Jared can feel the hard press of Jensen’s dick against him again. And this time when he whimpers, it’s in pleasure, the desire to feel all of Jensen rumbling under his skin.
Jensen falls right in line, murmuring against Jared’s lips, “You really were hard before. You were liking it.”
He smiles into Jensen’s kiss. “You’re insatiable, what can I say?” But that’s the last of his joking because his body’s been alit for far too long, and the easy way they can joke now makes his heart quicken like nothing else can. He knows he won’t last much longer, and he gives away his tell when he moans and grabs Jensen’s face to angle a deeper kiss, mumbling, “Mmm, c’mere now,” as he does it.
They pant together and Jensen grinds down into Jared with purpose, and Jared curls his toes down and kicks his head back with a groan. His body twitches as he comes, and he pushes up into Jensen to keep their bodies touching the entire time.
He practically liquefies for how his muscles go slack and he falls back to the mattress. Jensen just surrounds him, sucking against Jared’s throat and continuing to slide his dick along Jared’s hip. Jared grabs at Jensen’s ass, pulling him in with the rhythm, and he flinches when Jensen licks over a sore patch that had been bitten before.
“You look so good, Jare,” Jensen pants against Jared’s wet threat, the air making Jared shiver once more.
Jared slips his hand between them and into Jensen’s pants. He fists Jensen's dick and smiles against Jensen’s temple as he eggs him on: “Come for me, baby. Come on.”
Jensen’s eyes are clenched shut, face twisting as he ruts into Jared’s hand, and then he does. He bites into his bottom lip and groans as Jared continues to pull it out of him, dragging his hand up and down Jensen’s cock far past the point that he needs to. He catches how Jensen cringes with too much sensation and how hard he bites into his lips, and Jared keeps going, squeezing at the base and drawing his fist up quickly. No matter how hard Jensen winces and tries to push up, or how tightly Jared holds at Jensen’s back with his other hand, he keeps jerking Jensen.
“Okay, alright, yellow, you fucker,” Jensen pants as he tries to shove off of Jared.
He lets Jensen go, laughing as Jensen spins over to his back, and when Jared tries to join him, Jensen fails to push him away. “C’mon. I’m sorry,” Jared says as he stretches out next to Jensen. He runs his hand under Jensen’s shirt and over his chest in a soothing motion.
“No, you’re not,” Jensen grumbles as he smacks at Jared’s hand then traps it in place.
Jared rises up to his other elbow and drags his finger over Jensen’s lips, all plush and red and slick from biting into them. “Mmm, you’re right,” he smiles lazily. “I’m totally not.”
