timehasa_way | Floorboards

Title: Floorboards
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 037. Sound.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,636
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hardcore smex?
Summary: Jared's a noisy, bossy bottom, and Jensen kind of really likes it. Basically PWP.
Author's Notes: So, a while ago, this happened in this post. I had an assignment, and this is what I did with it! I'm terribly afraid that it sucks, but here goes! ( This also happened in this post, and I had to use it somewhere. XD) And, yeah, the title? Guess I'm just not that creative. :P

“Here,” Jensen growls around Jared’s tongue, grabbing his arms and holding him tight when he tries to pull away. Jared whines against him and gasps for air.

“Floor’s cold,” he laments, and Jensen smirks and bites Jared’s bottom lip, breaking away for just a second as he strips his coat off and throws it down on the floor.

“Better?” he teases, claiming Jared’s mouth again and pushing hands up under his shirt. “Fuckin’ take this off,” he mumbles against Jared’s lips, and Jared still whines but obeys, lifting his shirt up over his head.

Jensen can’t wait. He works to strip them both, quickly, tossing their clothes in whatever direction he deems suitable, and then pushes Jared down to the floor. Jared lands with an “oof!” on his ass and elbows, looking up at Jensen in surprise, and Jensen just grins down at him before falling to the floor with him, crawling up between his legs.

“Right here,” he growls again, reaching for Jared’s dick and stroking it. Jared shudders and lets his legs fall open wider, drops to his back, and Jensen uses his other hand to fumble for the pocket in the coat below Jared and inside, pulling out the packet of lube there. He holds it up triumphantly. “Right now.”

“S’pose t’use it on set,” Jared says laughing, and then quiets again, his chest heaving as Jensen grips him tighter.

“Didn’t have time today,” Jensen says, releasing Jared’s dick and breaking the packet open with his teeth, coating his fingers. “Can’t save it for tomorrow. Gotta have it now.”

“Horny bastard,” Jared sighs, spreading even wider when Jensen rubs at his hole. “Fuck…keep doing that.”

Jensen feels pleasure shoot down his spine at that. This is where it starts. He spends a little time rubbing and massaging Jared’s hole because he knows Jared likes that, feels him clench a couple times beneath his finger. But he also does it because it’s what Jared tells him to do.

Jared always does this when Jensen fucks him. He’s needy and demanding, always talking, encouraging, telling Jensen exactly what he wants and how he likes it. Jensen remembers the first time, remembers pausing for just a second and wondering if he’d even enjoy sex like this. But there’s something thrilling, something hot about it that he can’t even explain. Maybe it’s just the sound of Jared’s voice when he’s like this, all low and lust-filled, rising higher and higher until he gets what he wants and comes hard. Or maybe it’s the way it makes Jensen feel, the boost, to know that he can give Jared exactly what he wants, and that he’s good at it.

“God, put it in me,” Jared moans, and Jensen presses the tip of his finger in, groaning at how tight Jared is, how he can feel his body opening and stretching to let him in. “Slow…yeah. Yeah, that’s it.”

Jensen does as he’s told, even if it kills him. He takes his time, follows Jared’s orders, touches him just the way he wants, adds another finger when Jared says. He bends forward easily when Jared takes the tip of a third and grunts with the push, simply saying, “Suck me.” He licks Jared’s shaft and then takes Jared in his mouth, his lips spread wide and cheeks hollowed, and he feels Jared relax more, pushes his hand forward when Jared says, “Deeper.”

“Right there,” Jared’s saying, panting, and Jensen can smell his scent, looking up to see sweat beginning to pool where it always does first, in the hollow of his throat. “There. Stroke it.” And Jensen curls his fingers as much as he can, moving the tips over Jared’s insides, and Jared jolts, stiffening a little more in his mouth. “Ngh, fuck. Stop,” he says soon after, and Jensen obediently pulls off and pulls his fingers out, even if he wants to stay down there and taste Jared, let him come down his throat, swallowing every last drop. He adds more lube to his fingers and strokes himself, and Jared leans his head up and watches, licking his lips. “Now. Do it quick.”

Jensen settles over Jared and holds himself with one hand, guiding his dick to Jared’s hole. He pushes in on one hard, quick thrust, and Jared gasps and arches, and Jensen moans, because Jared’s hot and tight and wet, and because he knows how much Jared’s enjoying this.

“Fuck me,” Jared breathes, eyes closed as he swallows and gasps for air. “Fuck me hard.” Jensen’s hips start moving as if they’re programmed, and he pulls out and slams back in, making Jared reach out for him with bruising fingers, scratching at his arms, his back. “Deeper,” Jared commands, and Jensen obeys, holding himself up higher on his arms, his hands, and angling himself so he can get more of a push, fucking in as deep as he can possibly go, balls smacking right up against Jared’s ass with each inward thrust. “Shit, Jensen!”

“Tell me,” Jensen manages, low and gravelly, fighting for breath and looking down into Jared’s flushed face and darkened hazel eyes. “Tell me how you like it.”

Jared doesn’t answer with words this time, but the sounds he’s making are enough. He’s loud, unashamed, unbridled, and Jensen fucking loves him for it.

“Pull back,” Jared says suddenly, and Jensen can see from the way his eyes widen and then squeeze shut, teeth gritting against each other, that he’s trying not to come so soon. He feels himself twitch and throb with that thought, that visual, but he obeys, knowing what Jared means, what he wants. He pulls almost all the way out and then moves in shallow thrusts just inside Jared’s body, catching the rim of Jared’s hole over and over again. “Fuck, Jensen,” Jared curses, not yet ready to open his eyes and look at him again. “You’re so good. Feels so good.” Jensen can only groan in response with the boost that gives him, that nice stroke to his ego that makes his dick even harder. “More,” Jared says finally, his voice a bit steadier. “Slow. Deep. Wanna feel it all.”

Jensen presses in until his full length is inside and he pauses, letting the feeling linger before he slowly drags back out again. It’s intense, and there’s pressure building in his body, but he can’t let go of it yet. Not yet.

“Right there,” Jared says, and he trembles as Jensen pushes past that spot again. “Oh God, right there.”

“You want it?” Jensen asks, feeling hoarse even though he hasn’t spoken half as much as Jared has. He’s coiled up all hot and tight, and his orgasm is building. He has to come, but he’s fighting it. “You wanna come?”

“Yeah,” Jared whimpers, rocking up into him. “Jensen…” Jensen looks at him, sees him looking back with passion and desire and need, and Jensen lets a small whimper past his own lips. “Make me come.”

He battles the urge, the need to just slam in hard and finish the job, because that’s not how Jared wants it. As much as Jensen feels like his body’s on fire, he waits and does it the way Jared wants it, slow and calculated. Smooth. Over and over again, until he feels like he’s about to burst.

“That’s it. Jesus…fuck, Jensen, yes!”

“Jared, please,” Jensen whines, and he’s only slightly aware that he’s begging when he’s the one that should be in control, but he doesn’t care. “Please, Jared, I have to come.”

“Touch me,” Jared answers, rising up to meet him on another thrust. “Touch my dick.”

Jared’s working with him, taking pity on him, and Jensen wraps a hand around Jared’s dick, stroking it in time with his thrusts. He’s still holding out, but he can’t take much more, because Jared’s moving with him more now, all moaning and hard in his hand, and fluttering and clenching around him.

“Oh, fuck yeah, Jensen, just like that, mmm…”

Jensen comes, and it’s almost a shock to him that he lost his grip, and he’s almost disappointed, but it feels so damn good. He’s home, deep inside Jared, trembling as he spills over, and it just makes everything hotter, his own liquid heat added to the heat of Jared’s body, and he cries out with it, twitching and dropping forward on his arms, the tightness in his balls almost painful until it finally begins to subside. He realizes too late that he let go of Jared’s dick, but it doesn’t seem to matter, because Jared’s suddenly groaning loud in his ear and coming between them, spasming around Jensen’s half hard cock. Jensen sags into Jared when it’s all over, only moving his lower half to pull out gently, and Jared sighs and reaches up to stroke the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Couldn’t hold back,” Jensen murmurs in something of an apology, and he doesn’t bother to think of how fucked up that is. But Jared points it out to him, anyway, just by laughing lightly at him.

“That’s kind of what got me off.” He pauses and thinks for a minute. “Of course, your monster cock helped, too.” Jensen laughs and rolls to the side, snuggling close to stay on at least part of the coat.

“Damn,” he curses, grateful for Jared’s body heat. “You’re right. The floor is fuckin’ cold.”

“You’re my bitch,” Jared says, grinning and completely ignoring him. Jensen glares, and he wants to defend himself, but he can’t. The truth is, he just topped and still did everything Jared told him to do. But he liked it.

“I’m nobody’s bitch,” he snaps, lifting up and leaning over Jared. He kisses him once, just a quick brush of his lips, and then he smirks. “’cept for yours.”