FIC: Just My Imagination (rps, j-squared, NC-17) : comments.
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(no subject)
“Up – upstairs. Up.” Jen says, dragging his mouth away like he suddenly remembered he needed to breathe, voice blown, hands pulling Jared toward the steps, turning away with one hand around Jared’s arm to start hauling him up. And okay, great, brilliant idea, but that’s never going to happen, no way he can wait that long, so he just grabs onto Jen’s hips, feels loose denim hitch down over silky skin until he has hard bone fitting into his palms and then he just tugs.
They go down together, Jensen on one knee and then an elbow, like he’s going to crawl up the stairs, laughing when Jared just covers him. Jared puts his chest against the perfect arch of Jensen’s back, his lips against the warm nape of Jen’s neck, right where it makes him hiss, slides one hand searchingly over his chest.
“You laughing at me, Jen?” Growls it low into Jensen’s ear, smiling as he says it. He feels Jen smile, too, and do that shaky laugh some more, so Jared has to make him stop by sliding his hips up and pressing his cock against the hard curve of Jen’s ass. That feels so good that Jared feels parts of his brain start to shut down.
He opens his eyes when Jensen reaches back to snake a hand into his hair and try to drag his face close enough to kiss, a contortion even Jared isn’t tall enough to manage, so he ends up licking Jensen’s neck, instead.
*PERMANENT. KEYBOARD. FLAIL.*
*gives you three-tier cake and bows at your feet*
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