[RPF] FIC: "Talk to the Hand," J2, NC17

[stephanometra]

[21:32] stephanometra: also i should call this "do not taunt the sasquatch, for he is devious and you will fall prey to his unnatural appetites"
[21:32] stephanometra: except that that won't fit in a subject line :(

Title: Talk to the Hand, or Taunt Not the Sasquatch, For He is Devious and You Shall Fall Prey to His Unnatural Appetites
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC17
Summary: In which Jensen likes Jared's hands, and Jared emphatically does NOT suck at dirty talk.
Warnings: Shameless pornography. You've been warned.
Notes: Chat is a really fucking porny place to be tonight, apparently; first I wrote this, and now clex_monkie89 is turning out pegging porn for her Big Bang at a truly stunning rate. \o/ Thanks to the guys for audiencing this, and to anoneknewmoose and waterofthemoon for the betas. 1300 words.

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Jensen loves Jared's hands.

They're gorgeous on their own merits: shapely, long-fingered, expressive. And the way Jared uses them—gesturing when he speaks, the casual way he handles pens or props—there's grace there that nobody would ever expect from someone Jared's size.

But he also has slightly more selfish reasons for loving Jared's hands. They're so huge that they fucking dwarf Jensen's cock, and that maybe isn't great for a guy's ego—even a guy like Jensen, who has enough experience with dick to know that his is perfectly respectable—but it feels so good when Jared's got a hand wrapped around him that Jensen doesn't much care.

Besides, the fact that Jared's hands are monstrous means that he can do totally amazing things with them. Like rubbing at the base of Jensen's cock, tracing the vein with the very edge of his thumbnail, while his fingertips tease at Jensen's hole.

Yeah, Jared's hands are fucking amazing.

Jared smiles up at him, gives the head of Jensen's dick a teasing lick and says, "What was that?"

Jensen starts and then relaxes, smiling back. "Did I say that out loud?"

Laughing, Jared presses his lips against Jensen's cock, just above his thumb. "Yeah, you did, and now I want to hear it again."

His tone is low and dirty, the vibration hitting Jensen just where he needs it. He groans and twitches his hips, sliding his shaft against Jared's chapped, kiss-bitten lips. "I love your fucking hands, Jay," he says.

"Mm," Jared says, and rewards him by sliding a finger deeper into him, rubbing in tiny circles over his prostate.

God, it feels so fucking good, and it gets even better when Jared slips a second finger in alongside the first. Jensen is so hard, wet, precome pooling hot and slick on his belly, and Jared is just watching, rapt.

He rolls his hips, working Jared's fingers inside him, and tries to get Jared's mouth on him, but Jared's more interested in teasing, in leaning in every few seconds to lap at the head of Jensen's dick or press open-mouthed kisses to his balls. He grins as Jensen gets more and more desperate.

When Jensen finally breaks, moaning, "Please, c'mon, make me come," Jared's eyes flash with pleasure as he sucks Jensen down, throat contracting as he takes Jensen in deep. It only takes seconds for Jensen to come, arching up, clenching hard around Jared's fingers, groaning as he feels Jared swallow greedily around him.

He shakes as he comes down, tiny tremors that are equal parts aftershock and almost-painful pleasure from the gentle pressure of Jared's fingers still firm against his prostate.

Jared pulls off, licking his lips, and preses a wet kiss against Jensen's hipbone. "You really like my hands, huh?" he asks.

Jensen huffs out a laugh. "Yeah, I think I do."

"Well," Jared says. "I really like your cock."

Jensen blinks, taken aback for a moment, and then rolls his eyes. "You are the worst dirty talker ever, dude."

"Says who?" Jared looks up at him from between Jensen's spread legs, leaning down to nip at the inside of Jensen's thigh.

"Says me." He tenses his thighs, shifts; Jared's fingers inside him are getting to be a little uncomfortable. "Could you maybe—"

Jared cuts him off. "Want to bet?" He grins and wiggles his fingers a little, scissoring gently.

Jensen breathes in sharply. "What?"

"I," Jared says, "am going to keep fucking you open on my fingers, just like this. Get you hard again, make you scream for it, begging for my dick."

"Um." Jensen's mouth suddenly goes dry.

"I'll suck you again," he continues. "Make you wet, maybe swap out my fingers for my tongue if I get bored. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

He swirls his tongue around the head of Jensen's cock, and Jensen whimpers.

"You'll want it so bad, Jen, you'll be aching for it." He crooks his fingers hard inside Jensen's ass, letting Jensen hear the lewd noise they make as he fucks them in and out. "But I'm not going to fuck you."

"You're not?" Jensen says, voice close to a whine. The sensation is so close to too much; his dick is jerking as it fills again, and Jared's right, he is aching for it, needing Jared inside him.

"Nope. What I'm going to do is pull my fingers out of you, slick them up again, and then fuck myself open while you watch. Grind down on your thigh while I lube up, my dick so close to that greedy little hole of yours but so fucking far away from where you need me. And then when I'm ready, I'm going to ride you, hard and fast, my thighs gripping your hips while I take you inside.

"You're gonna feel so fucking good in me, so thick and hot. And I'll keep fucking myself on your cock until I come, until my eyes roll back in my head and I can't hold myself up anymore." Jared's eyes fall shut as he shudders, like his own fantasy is too hot to handle.

"Jared—"

"And then." He glares up at Jensen as if to say I'm not done yet. "Then you're going to roll me over, pull me up onto my forearms and knees and keep going, keep pounding my ass until you come again, deep inside me this time. And I'm going to be sore for a fucking week, because it's going to take you forever to come. You're just going to use me until you do, me laid out under you, just taking it as you fuck me as hard as you can. And I'm going to love it, Jen, you know why?"

Jensen just stares down at Jared, wide-eyed with awe, his dick hard as stone again and arcing towards his belly. The muscles in his thighs tremble as Jared twists his fingers inside him. "Jesus Christ," he breathes, too far gone to actually answer the question.

Jared grins. "Because," he says, licking delicately at the head of Jensen's cock, "I—" another kittenish lick, "—love—" and again, "—your cock."

And without warning he goes all the way down again, and Jensen cries out. It feels like Jared's sucking his brain out through his dick, but he doesn't come; Jared was right, it's going to take forever to get him off again. It just feels so goddamn good after all the teasing that he can't stay still, tangling his hands in Jared's hair and thrusting his hips up into that hot, perfect mouth as Jared works him over inside and out.

He thrashes his head from side to side on the pillow and moans, "Fuck, Jared, I can't—just fuck me, god, please fuck me."

Jared pulls off, looking pleased with himself, and reaches for the lube. He pulls himself up onto splayed knees and reaches between his thighs, gasping as his fingers find his hole.

Jensen's jaw drops open. "You were serious?" he asks, incredulous, and then becomes incapable of speech as Jared starts fucking himself open. He looks at Jensen with lust-dark eyes, the hazel almost completely swallowed by dilated pupils, and moans.

Reflexively Jensen reaches for his cock, his breath hitching when he gets a hand around himself, but Jared makes a sharp noise and emphatically shakes his head—Jensen's sure that he'd knock Jensen's hand away if he didn't have one of those amazing, wonderful hands teasing a nipple and two fingers of the other buried knuckle-deep in his ass.

Jensen doesn't fucking believe this. "You're going to kill me," he says, letting go of his dick, staring up at Jared completely stupid with want.

And Jared laughs, pulls his hand free and wipes it on the sheets. He crawls up the bed, cock dragging against Jensen's as he settles atop Jensen's thighs. He leans down to kiss Jensen, deep and slow and messy, licking into his mouth.

"Yeah, well," he says, smiling against Jensen's mouth. "Serves you right for saying I suck at dirty talk."

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Just another day with the CWRPS Krew, hahaha. :D