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Title: Taking This Thing
Words: 1,800
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Smexin’
Summary: He sees it then. Jensen’s lips soften and his eyes darken as he pivots closer to Jared, lets Jared take the lead
Notes: Part four in the Smut for Smut’s Sake ‘verse, but really, just PWP so no need to read back.




Even though they spend every night in bed together, Jared still has moments of pause when Jensen heads right to his room, changing from jeans and tees into sleep pants and other, more-worn tees. Like he worries each night will suddenly be the one that Jensen decides all this screwing around is over and he wants to sleep alone.

So after a long day of filming, he cautiously follows Jensen to his room, settling against the doorframe and crossing his arms. Watching Jensen grab clothes from drawers, lifting his shirt up his body and over his head. And it’s then that he has to act.

“Hey, Jen,” Jared says softly as he stands straight and lets his arms drop.

Jensen turns and keeps the same settled look he always has with Jared when there’s nothing crazy going on – good or bad. And it’s nice, but at the same time, Jared’s a little nervous about it. He wishes Jensen showed more on his face, said more with his glances. So he has to ask for it. But he can’t because the words won’t work. He just walks across the room, and his breathing is shallow and he can feel his heart racing. His hands move before he can really consider it, sliding over the edges of Jensen’s jeans, while fingertips graze over his bare skin.

He sees it then. Jensen’s lips soften and his eyes darken as he pivots closer to Jared, lets Jared take the lead. Which forces Jared to nudge close, mouth coming down gently while his hands coast around to Jensen’s back so he can feel all the warmth in his palms, all of it trapped under his hands and against his chest. Tongues tangle and Jensen is openly responding to him, which makes his nerves tingle. From his chest down through his stomach, swirling in his belly and into his groin. Jared pushes closer, trapping Jensen between his own body and the dresser, and finally, Jensen touches him back. The hands skate up Jared’s arms, squeezing at his biceps before going up to his neck. His arms go high, wrapping around Jared’s neck and pulling closer, arching himself against Jared so they can feel every available inch.

Jared’s hands go down, fingers digging into Jensen’s ass, nails scraping against the denim and jerking him against his own hip. The hardness in Jensen’s pants is barely felt through two layers of denim, and Jared wants all of it. Wants it in front of him, wants to feel it.

The hands tug at Jensen’s ass as Jared walks them back, all the while keeping his mouth, his lips with Jensen’s. But then his hands go to his own pants and only their lips and tongues are touching as Jared flicks open his fly, tugs the zipper down and then his boxers before he can sit at the edge of Jensen’s bed.

Jensen’s head tips down, staring down at the redness, the flush of color over Jared’s skin and down to his dick, standing tall and shining with precome. The corner of Jensen’s lips tip up as he stares down, eyes going between Jared’s dick and his eyes, and back down again. Jared takes care of Jensen’s fly, getting it open and then the pants and boxers down in one movement. He smiles at Jensen’s cock, fat and hard and all his right now. Jared grabs it, squeezing as he eyes it with the same satisfied grin on his face. The hand hardly moves, but it’s enough that Jensen’s hips pitch forward and Jared looks up into Jensen’s face. “This for me?” he asks quietly. “You hard for me?”

The hips move forward again and Jensen’s hands rake over Jared’s hair, fingers threading through with pressure, but not too much. Not too rough. “Yeah, of course.”

Jared’s other hand slips over the roundness of Jensen’s asscheek, fingers pressing into the skin while he slowly pumps Jensen. But he keeps his eyes with Jensen’s, even while Jensen’s hips are rutting towards him and the dick is pulsing in his hands. Even while he thinks of wanting to suck Jensen just to feel the heat and veins in his mouth, on his tongue. Instead, his mouth spits out all the words coursing his brain, “I always want you, you know that?”

Jensen’s eyelids are sliding down, but they stay open enough that Jared can see the green, see it stick with him. Jensen slowly nods, but Jared’s not sure Jensen truly understands it. He decides that he wants to show it, so he slips his middle finger up and into Jensen’s asshole. He reels at the ripple of muscles in Jensen’s stomach that roll over each other as he sucks in a breath then sways back onto Jared’s finger before rocking forward again. “Shit, J. You … fuck.”

Watching Jensen push back and forth makes everything pump faster inside and his dick is aching, but he wants to do this right. Wants to make his point just for Jensen. He’s not sure that it’s been long enough, but Jared thinks about how long he’d waited for Jensen, for his chance to slide right into his life and get to what they’re doing now, what they do almost every night, and he can’t manage any patience. So he slips his ring finger in, bending at the knuckles so Jensen’s not just getting two fingers, but so much more to open him up.”I want this,” Jared murmurs. “All the time. You have no idea.” Jared lets go of Jensen’s dick, not wanting to bring him too quickly, but his other fingers keep working, getting a little faster, a little more intense. And he still keeps looking up to Jensen’s face. Staring up to the eyes that are still hazy but stay with him through this whole thing.

Jensen’s hands slide to the back of Jared’s head, fingers squeezing tight around the tendrils, trapping them between each digit. He tugs hard, so Jared is forced to stare straight up, but he wouldn’t do anything else at this moment. “I think … God,” he breaths out. “I know. I know,” Jensen spits out emotionally, as he continues rocking back, like he has no control over himself. “It’s yours.”

Jared scoots back a few more inches on the bed and his hand tugs through Jensen’s ass to bring him closer. “C’mere,” he smiles gently. “Come down here with me.”

He moves forward, straddling Jared’s hips, slowly lowering himself while Jared finally touches himself, soft fingers holding him in place for Jensen to take. And he does, all warmth and tightness wrapping Jared’s cock. Jared takes a sharp inhale at the quick motion and his fingers grip tightly at Jensen’s hips.

Immediately, Jensen dips down, his lips plying Jared’s open to make room for his tongue, which swipes in, wet and plump and flicking over Jared’s. Then he’s rocking in tune with Jared, who kicks his hips up and into Jensen, feeling the touch of Jensen’s asscheeks against his thighs and his balls when he can hitch fast and high up.

Jared forces Jensen up then back down with tight hands all while they can’t stop kissing, slow and hard and moist, just like the sex right here. It’s all in time together, and Jared loves it. He refuses to slow down or speed up, so they keep going with this careful slip-slide of Jared’s dick up into Jensen’s hole, pushing as high as possible when Jared tugs Jensen down and pushes himself up.

Jensen starts moaning into his mouth, mumbling things that Jared thinks say, “Just fuck me,” and “So good.” And it all warms within Jared’s chest, slipping down into his stomach and almost making him harder than was ever possible before.

They keep rocking, keep smacking ass to groin, keep kissing. The tongues slow down as they both get even more heated, but mouths never break, even when words tumble out with every sensation. Jared grunts into Jensen’s mouth, “So tight. You’re so hot,” and Jensen returns, “You’re so hard. Feel it. All of it.”

It burns even hotter beneath Jared’s skin because they’ve never talked like this, never kissed like this. He doesn’t want to second guess it, but he wants more of it and he just keeps going.

“Want you so much.”

Jensen breathes into his mouth, forcing oxygen down into his lungs and it heightens everything inside. “I’m right here.”

“Wanna keep you here.”

“Mmhmm,” Jensen smiles against him.

“Every day. My dick inside you.”

He groans, and then mouths the corner of Jared’s lips. “Wanna fuck you later.”

And they just keep going, saying all these things they’ll never say when they’re not like this, when they don’t have the other inside them. And even before when they’ve done this, they didn’t talk like this. So Jared’s hands press in tight to Jensen’s back, pulling him in close so he can feel Jensen’s dick at his belly, feel the heat and the moisture dripping from the tip. Jensen hisses at the touch, as unintentional as it is, and then he’s arching closer to Jared so there’s more pressure there, so he can get the friction between their abs. It only sets Jared off, feeling Jensen’s cock sliding over his skin, and he jerks up harder, yanks Jensen back down rougher. Nearly forcing Jensen to go with it, but he’s moaning right into Jared’s mouth, tongue unable to move when he suddenly groans and comes between them. Groaning more and more through the spits of come between them.

Jared falls to the bed, closing his eyes tight and jerking Jensen’s hips back and forth as his mouth falls open and he feels his orgasm tipping him up and forward, and as he’s about to say more to Jensen, he grunts and clenches. Then he breaks, pitching up high into Jensen for a few last pushes while he comes.

His chest heaves high and low as the oxygen rushes in and out of his lungs. Jensen falls forward, forehead to Jared’s shoulder, still with Jared inside him, not taking that feeling away from either of them. Jared’s hand closes over Jensen’s neck then slides over Jensen’s hair, fingers dying for something to hold onto but instead accepting the graze of soft hair.

Jensen finally shifts off of Jared, but he remains over him, elbows into the mattress so he can look down on him. His mouth slowly curls into a smirk. “Couldn’t wait two seconds for me to change?”

“Fully worth it, wasn’t it?” Jared smiles back.

“I was planning on coming upstairs anyway.”

Jared’s hands coast over Jensen’s back, fingertips barely grabbing skin. “I’ll make you come up there, too.”

They share the same, knowing smirk and Jensen nods. “You better.”

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