Seven Deadly Sins: Gluttony

[dephigravity]

The fourth installment of a series centered around the seven most sinful temptations.


Title: Food For Thought
Pairing: Jensen/ Jared
Characters: Jared, Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Porn with FOOD!
Word Count: 1591
Disclaimer: If I did own them I wouldn't be on here, now would I?
Summary: Jared is bored beyond belief and by God he is going to get Jensen's attention somehow!
Author's Notes: Sorry for the far too long delay... between holidays, birthdays, and bingos- my mind turned to mush for the better part of the week! Thanks again to my wonderful beta [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] for being my lovable, cuddly freak of nature!



Click! Jared clicked away at the remote control, his thumb pushed harder and harder into the button with his growing boredom and frustration. It annoyed him to no end that with close to three hundred channels, he still couldn’t find anything on but animal documentaries and over-contrived police dramas. Finally settling on something about a housebroken hippopotamus, he leaned back into the headboard and tucked his right hand behind his loose tangles of damp hair.

A light tapping of keys came from the other side of the bed as Jensen typed at on his laptop, clueless of his boyfriend’s utter malcontent. Jared peeked out of the corner of his eyes, watching the steady motion of fingers on keys and the rapid flutter of words shooting across the small screen. With an over-exaggerated sigh, he lifted the remote, pressed the power button, and let his hand fall listlessly between them. When that didn’t receive any kind of reaction from him, Jared started with the sounds.

Pop! Pop! Pop! His lips repeated in growing succession before switching to sucking saliva through his teeth. No reaction.; Jared glared at Jensen, his stare full of contempt and determined to not be ignored he pulled in his cheeks like a fish and sucked, sending high pitched squeals through the room. Still no reaction, his fingers drummed along his bare legs, face puckered with annoyed disgust.

“Bore…duh! Bore…duh! Bored, bored, bored,” he repeated, his head banging casually on the headboard.

Jensen glanced over, eyes invisible behind the glare on his glasses, his hands left the keyboard, knotting together above his lap. “Jared, I am trying to work here. Isn’t there anything you can do, take the dogs out? Anything?”

Jared put on his best sad puppy pouting face, “I already took them out, and there’s nothing on TV.”

“So read a book,” Jensen said, blowing him off with a dismissive smile and returning to the soft striking on the keys.

“Don’t wanna read a book,” Jared mumbled, head falling on his knuckles.

An eternity passed as he sat there ignored, with nothing to do, the silence driving him completely out of his gourd. He studied Jensen’s body, naked save but a worn pair of sleep pants, the laptop perched precariously on his lap, bouncing with every keystroke. He tugged at the hem of his own boxers before he came up with another crazy idea to get Jensen’s attention. The bed sunk down as Jared crawled down to the end and he walked his fingers over the hunter green comforter, stopping just before the exposed foot. With a playful raise of his mouth, he drug the tip of his finger against the sole of Jensen’s foot, his hand kicked away from ticklish aggravation. He reached for it again, but was stopped by a resounding thump of pillow across his head.

“Seriously Jared, could you be more like a six year old?” Jensen said, taking off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Jensen… I’m bored!” he whined in a pitiful attempt at persuasion.

“And I’m busy. Why don’t you go get something to eat.” He replaced his glasses and returned to whatever it was he was typing.

“M’not hungry.” Jared sat up, arms and legs folded in a pout that proved Jensen’s earlier comment to a tee.

“Since when are you not hungry?” he said in a sardonic tone, refusing to look up at the immature display. “Why don’t you go get some ice cream?”

“We have ice cream?” Jared’s eyes lit up in pure childish bewilderment, he was halfway off the bed before he could answer. Jensen knew his weakness for frozen deserts and always resorted to hiding them for special occasions.

“Garage freezer under the frozen vegetables, toppings are behind the beets in the pantry,” he drawled in a monotone, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Jared was amused by Jensen’s cleverness; hiding the good stuff behind veggies was pure genius to anyone who knew his predilection toward sweets.

With a giddy hop, he charged down the hall and stairs, returning a few minutes later with a tray of assorted goodies. Jensen glanced up from his computer, his eyes growing wide at the vast amount of fruit, syrup, and candies surrounding the large crystal bowl of vanilla ice cream.

“Good God, Jared. Are you trying to commit caloric suicide?”

“I couldn’t decide.” Jared shrugged as he sat cross-legged on the bed, grabbed the spoon, and shoveled it deep into the brown flecked creamy mound. The heaping scoop dripped, melting too fast in the warm room. As it slid into his mouth, an orgasmic moan escaped his lips.

“Oh Gah, dis is good!” he said through the creamy desert. “You wan’ shome?” The empty spoon hovered above Jensen’s keyboard.

“I’m good thanks,” Jensen said, still trying to focus on the rapidly appearing flow of words on his small screen.

“Ah c’mon.” Jared filled the spoon and shoved it back to Jensen, semi-frozen drops splattered his chest, and a yelp shot out of him as the spoon was pushed into his mouth. He pulled the spoon out, Jensen’s lips cleaning the silver utensil as his hands hurried to move the laptop to the nightstand.

“Jare, I said I didn’t want any,” his hands flew above his head as he looked at the melted white ice cream sliding down his exposed chest. “Now look, you got it all over me. It’s a damn good thing you didn’t get the computer. Shit!”

Jared sat the bowl back on the tray and gave him his award winning pouty face. “Aww Jen, I didn’t mean to. Here let me clean you up,” he said as his pout shifted to a mischievous smile.

Rolling over to all fours he crawled the short distance to him and lowered his head. His long strands of hair tickled Jensen’s chin while his tongue lapped up the sweet cream like a starving kitten. Jensen’s head hit the headboard at the sensation. A twitch beneath his pajama bottoms caught Jared’s eye. He grabbed at Jensen’s hardening dick and rubbed it through the thin cotton when the idea struck him. He pulled away quickly, drawing a surprised look from Jensen, as he stretched back to fetch the bowl. The spoon swirled in the bowl, mixing the melted edges back into the desert. Jared scooped out another spoonful and brought it directly over Jensen’s left pec and both men watched as the cream formed a thick droplet on the bottom edge hesitating briefly before dropping in the center of his nipple – bullseye. Jensen hissed at the cold as Jared tipped the spoon to the side to allow more of the frigid liquid to cover him, and then dove in to lick off his skin. Salty sweat and sugary cream mixed in his mouth as he sucked with bruising force along his chest.

Without looking his hand found the spoon and loaded it full, this time he dripped it over Jensen’s stomach, causing it to form pools of vanilla into his belly button. A squeal of excitement burst from Jensen as his tongue poked deep into the small puddle and, Jared giggled knowing he hit one of his ’spots’. His pajama pants tented revealing a small bit of skin through the opening as Jensen’s cock demanded attention. Jared complied as his hand slid through the fly and wrapped it tenderly around the hot skin of the shaft and pumped it in slow short jerks. Jensen grunted in frustration as his hand tried to maneuver beneath the pants. With a sigh, he released Jensen’s cock to tug the plaid colored pants down and tuck them below his balls; . Now free from its confinement, his dick sprang to attention.

He gripped the shaft again as he stared into Jensen’s eyes, a tiny gleam of playfulness sparkled behind his own. After a few quick pumps, he shot across the bed to grab the bowl.

“Dude? You can’t leave me hanging here?” Jensen protested as he leaned up; dick bouncing from the sudden movement.

“Relax,” he smiled and shoved yet another spoonful into his mouth. Not a second later, he was shoving Jensen back onto the bed and kissed the tip of his cock as the ice cream dripped from the corners of his mouth. Jared slid the head into his mouth, careful not to spill his mouthful into Jensen’s lap as he arched up off the bed at the contact of cold cream on hot skin. Jensen shivered wildly, he held back from going down further, afraid that the frantic bucking may jam Jensen’s cock too deep down his throat. When Jensen adjusted to the sensation, he swallowed the cream mixed with bitter precome that filled his cheeks. Mouth now empty, he sucked hard as his hands planted Jensen’s hips to the mattress; head bouncing while his lips skimmed the sensitive skin of Jensen’s dick.

Jensen babbled incoherent words as his hands gripped at the headboard behind him, his eyes snapping tight as Jared lips clenched around the base of his cock, the tip of Jensen’s cock pressed deep to the back of his throat. He held back a gag as he slid back up tongue tracing the lines of veins beneath the skin. With a few more bobs, Jensen screamed and shot ribbons of come down Jared’s eagerly waiting throat. Wiping the corner of his mouth, Jared crawled up Jensen’s sweat beaded body to plant a gentle kiss on Jensen’s lips.

“Now, what to do with the sprinkles?” Jared mumbled into Jensen’s mouth.




WRATH, SLOTH, LUST, GREED, PRIDE