Seven Deadly Sins: Pride

[dephigravity]

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


Title: Welcome To The Neighborhood
Pairing: Jensen/ Jared
Rating: NC-17
WarningsEnticements: Exhibitionism
Word Count: 3569
Disclaimer: If I did own them I wouldn't be on here, now would I?
Summary: Jared is cocky, self-assured, and not afraid to flaunt himself, a fact that his new neighbor is about to find out. What Jared doesn't know, however, is that Jensen is up for a challenge and may just even rival Jared in the confidence department.
Author's Notes: *Thanks again to my wonderful beta [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com].
** Originally posted on blindfold_spn for ladydey's prompt found here. Expanded substantially and beta'd since.



Sweat pours down the contours of Jared's shoulder blades as the slow burn spreads throughout his body, especially in his toned calves and thighs. He rounds the last corner, his breaths come out in steady yet strained puffs; he wonders what he was thinking about adding an extra three miles to his routine. The price to pay for the perfection that is his body he supposes, brazenly smirking.

At last his house comes into view and Jared pushes on, refusing to give up when his goal is within his grasp. Every muscle below his waist screams in pain as he sprints to the immaculate driveway and yard. His arms brace his knees from wobbling as he lowers his torso to take in the much needed air into his lungs. After a minute, he approaches the house and enters.

Ripping off his sweat- stained tank, he heads for his bedroom. He toes at his shoes, kicking them to the side of his bed, and then walks over to slide them underneath. The dampened shirt falls into the open hamper and he strips out of his black running shorts and jockstrap in one swift motion, tossing them in alongside the other laundry.

Pausing in front of the full length mirror filling the side of his room, he admires himself. Sweat glistens off the curve of his ass; he basks in the glory that is his own form as he lifts a hand and draws his thumb down his slickened chest and over his taut abs. He twists, the cut along his inner hip digging deeper as he traces it with his hand and finally grasping at his cock. With a rough squeeze, he strokes himself to full erection. Jared smiles smugly at his reflection, at his engorged cock in all its beautiful perfection.

Throbbing, his dick bounces when he lets go; he looks down once more before he heads to the shower.


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Splash!

Jared’s chest grazes the bottom of the pool as he pushes his arms forward through the water. His hands turn and push back toward his body, propelling him into the center of the pool. With a twist of his torso and a quick dolphin kick, he heads to the surface. Water spills over the tiled side while Jared breathes in a gasp of Texas heated air. His elbows graze the warm tile when he props himself on them, shakes out his hair and lifts his hand to wipe the chlorinated water from his eyes. Once his vision clears, something catches his attention out of the corner of his eye.

Hmm, must be the new neighbor, Ayckles, Eckles, or something weird like that.
Jared brushes aside a damp clump of hair to get a better view at the man sitting on the balcony. Sun bleached highlights intermingle amongst the short brown hair on the man. He is dressed in an expensive looking suit as he sits at the small bistro table on the overlooking balcony. A newspaper flicks out to block off Jared’s view of said neighbor, but Jared continues to stare, occasionally spying his face as he bends the paper down to sip at his coffee.

His eyes narrow as he scrutinizes Neighbor Guy. Not bad, looks like he works out. A bit on the pretty boy side, though.

Jared stops spying and pushes himself out of the pool and pads across to grab his towel from the back of the lounge chair. The cotton ruffles through his hair; he wipes down his chest and abs while a small puddle of water forms underneath his feet from his drenched board shorts. Jared lifts his foot up onto the chair to wipe off his slightly hairy legs, and then repeats with the other. When he is finished drying, he walks to the edge of the pool and lays the beach towel down on the tiled surface below.

He returns to the chair and grabs his things off the nearby table. With bottle and sunglasses in hand, he kneels on the towel, places the glasses down, and then pops the cap open to squirt out the coconut scented liquid. The slick oil slides through his fingers as he rubs his hands together and then he glides it over his arms and shoulders. The suntan oil glistens as he spreads it across his chest and stomach; he squirts more into his hands to coat his legs in the sweet smelling oil. The lid snaps closed and he sits it to the side of his towel, he then lies down on his back and closes his eyes to the bright sun.

Shapeless globs of red and yellow flicker to blue and green as his eyes adjust to the light when he opens them. Jared’s head instinctively snaps toward the balcony only to catch the newspaper shoot back up to cover the stranger’s face yet again.

Gotcha!

“He’s totally checking me out,” Jared says, smirking.
Thoughts race through his head as he continues to gaze up towards the neighboring house. He lies back down but this time rolls over on his front side, his hand stretches out to grab the dark lensed eyewear and he slides them over his eyes. His oil slicked arms fold in front of him as he places his head down in the direction of the balcony.

At first there is no change in the man, but then the corner of the paper folds down momentarily. Jared holds still, trying not to let on to him that he is watching as well. The paper folds down further and he can just make out the stubble covering Neighbor Guy's cheeks and chin. The guy’s actually pretty damn hot. It’s then Neighbor Guy stretches his head over to get a better view, but jumps at the sound of his cell phone; his newspaper falls to the table as he frantically grabs it from his inside jacket pocket.

Jared can’t help but smile at the man’s clear frustration. He watches him bicker into the small phone, but Jared can tell his entire focus is on him, not on the caller. A mischievous idea springs to mind and without second guessing himself, not that he ever does, he slides his left arm out from under his head. Glimmers of light shine off his arm hair as he tucks his thumb below the waistband of his shorts, he pushes them down past his knees in one slow motion to expose his perfectly firm white ass to the sun.

Neighbor Guy is obviously unprepared for Jared’s abrupt stripping; he sits up straighter in his chair, his mouth dropping open wide as he takes in the sight of Jared’s ass from afar. Jared doesn’t even try to pretend he isn’t aware of him anymore. Instead, he maneuvers both hands to remove his shorts completely and flings them into the water. The now dry gray and black fabric flits down to the water and slowly drifts to the middle of the pool.

Go big or go home.

Jared decides to go for broke and rolls back on to his back, his semi-hard dick rhythmically throbbing as it thickens and grows. Jared reaches over to grab the oil and pours the coconut scented liquid into his open palm. After setting it aside he leans on the opposite elbow. His oiled hand grabs his cock and slathers it in the slick fluid and pumps it slow. He looks up at Neighbor Guy on the balcony, who has now slammed the phone down on the table and has his hands fussing with his fly, an unheard curse fluttering from his lips.

His fully hard cock stands straight out while Jared pushes his sunglasses back through his hair and onto his forehead. Neighbor Guy is humping into his hand as he finally makes eye contact with him. Jared takes hold of himself once more and jerks hard and fast, trying to get more friction than what the impromptu lube will allow. Finally he feels his balls draw in close, feels the tug below his stomach as strings of come burst out from his cock splattering his tanned chest and abdomen. He grunts as he keeps pounding his fist, making sure every bit of come is out; the sensitivity from his orgasm makes his body quake. Neighbor Guy’s head falls backward as he coats the edge of his table with his own orgasm, driving Jared even more insane.

Jared rolls to face him as he breathes in deep, self-assured and cocky as hell. Neighbor guy's hands are grasping the table as he looks down at Jared, he looks hungry for more but Jared isn’t going to give in that easily. He lifts the corner of his mouth to show just a hint of teeth and then rolls backwards into the pool.

As he glides through the water, he can’t help but revel in the rush that flows through him.
Jared grins mischievously; his lips pulled thin and the water burning his opened eyes as he glides through the pool. He breaks the surface, inhaling a much needed breath before diving back into the cool water.

He isn't sure exactly what is more exhilarating: the fact that he just jacked himself off in clear view of a complete stranger, or the feeling of his exposed balls and still semi-hard dick as he swims naked outdoors. All he knows for sure is that he just got himself and the new neighbor off, all because of his magnificent and sun-kissed body and cock. And for Jared, that's all that matters.

A dark blur edges into his vision at the far end of the pool. Jared pauses mid stroke, trying to place the unexpected form. Giving in, he tentatively approaches the shape and almost chokes from the sudden intake of water into his lungs once the blob turns into shoes. Black dress shoes attached to dress pant covered legs.

Jared sputters as he breaks the surface, back peddling away from the intruder.

"You know," an unfamiliar voice says, "there are other ways of welcoming someone to the neighborhood. But you get points for creativity, that's for sure."

Jared turns to look back at the smug looking man from the balcony sitting at the edge of tile, dangling his legs over and still dressed in his full suit. God, the guy was good looking from afar, but up close he was freaking gorgeous. His cocky demeanor belays the delicate features of his face: plump lips, a smattering of caramel freckles over the bridge of his nose, and the longest eyelashes Jared had ever seen shading his moss colored eyes. Jared is speechless as he treads water and stares, completely forgetting about his current state of undress.

"You gonna say anything there, Spanky?" Neighbor guy says, his eyebrows lift as he waits for an answer.

"Who the hell are you and how did you get in here?" Jared asks, trying his best to sound intimidating but instead it comes out uncharacteristically passive and unsure.

"I would be the one you gave that exclusive little show for. As far as how I got in, ya should really think about locking your door." He cocks his head down and lifts to point at Jared for emphasis, his words dripping with a mocking playfulness.

"I always, uh," Jared is about to protest but stops when Jensen slides off the edge and underneath the surface of the water. Jared watches in wonder as he sees the contorted shape of him as he somehow manages to work his shoes loose, sinking to the bottom as they slide off each foot.

Neighbor guy emerges, hair flat against his forehead, eyes full of hunger, closer than Jared expects and getting closer by the second. Jared looks down, surprised by the man's brashness as he slides a sleeved arm around him and pulls him against the near transparent shirt over his chest. Their heads bob under the surface, water splashing against their cheeks and his lips.

Perfect lips.

Jared feels Neighbor Guy's hand squeeze his dick. "What do you think you're doing?" he asks, not that he is complaining.

"I'm introducing myself," he says as he brushes his lips over Jared's cheek. "Name's Jensen," he continues as Jared tries to keep them from going under, which is nearly impossible with those lashes tickling his skin.

"Jared," says through staggered breaths as Jensen's grip tightens around his shaft. "You know you could have ditched the clothes, dry cleaning is gonna be-"

"Jared."

"Yeah?" he asks, losing his train of thought.

"Shut up," Jensen says, silencing him with those perfect lips over Jared's and a soft lap of tongue.


Jensen's drenched clothing squelches against the patio floor as both men spill in through the door to Jared's room. They stumble, almost tripping over their own feet on their blind journey to the bed. Jared's knees buckle as he is pushed backwards. Jensen's body slaps on top of him wet and eager as he grinds into Jared, only pausing when he notices his reflection on the wall.

"Huh ,"he says, more of a statement than a question, looking down at Jared.

"Something wrong?" Jared asks, tilting his head to follow Jensen's eyes to the mirror and to see their doubles staring back at them. "Yeah, you don't have a problem with that do you?"

"Hell no, I like the view," Jensen says, his voice deep and wanton as he nibbles at Jared's stubble lined jaw.

Jared turns back into him, his hands clawing at the round and toned muscles of Jensen's ass, digging crescents deep into his skin and drawing a hiss from him. Jensen squeezes his ass and legs in tight, slowly sliding between Jared's thighs as he moves up to bite at Jared's lip.

"God, yes," Jared mumbles through their combined lips.

Jensen' s hand slides between them; Jared grins, digging deeper into the kiss expecting a warm hand wrapping once again around his cock. The tell-tale brush against his pubic hair causes him to moan into Jensen's mouth, only to stop when his cock is dismissed entirely in favor of his ass.

"Mmm," Jared hums as he pulls out of the kiss, his eyes blown with surprise. "I don't-"

"What?" Jensen asks huskily as he shortens the distance between them as he nuzzles Jared's nose.

"That. Bottom. I am strictly a top."

Jensen's brow creases. Jared knows that look, the well-there’s-no-way-I’m-gonna-let-you-fuck-me look. A second later, it's gone and there is a new found urgency as Jensen works his way across the clenched muscles of his hole.

"Dude," Jared reaches in between and pushes up against Jensen's sweat-slicked chest, "I'm not kidding."

Jensen's eyes narrow, his mind is working behind them in a debate as Jared relaxes back into the bed.

"I tell you what Jared. You let me be first at bat and afterwards you can do whatever you like with me," his voice is hoarse but oozing with a seductive timbre that Jared almost respects.

"Anything?" Jared asks, his hands pull away from the firm and toned muscles hanging above him.

"Scouts honor," Jensen says wickedly and fidgets to bring his hand up in the universal Boy Scouts hand gesture.

"God, I am about to get fucked by a Boy Scout," Jared laughs with a jovial roll of his eyes.

"I’ll take that as a yes. If you’re good, I’ll even show you my badges in pitching tents and knot tying," Jensen says while he crushes back down onto Jared, his tongue slipping between Jared's thin lips as they wrestle like teenagers.

Jared flips Jensen onto his back, pinning his arms over his head and bucks his hips to glide his precome tipped dick across Jensen's abs. Jensen's cock pokes at Jared's cheeks as he moves.

Jared stretches up, licking one last time at Jensen's beyond-fuckable lips, and quickly tumbles to the right. He slides open the nightstand drawer and tosses the lube and box of condoms to Jensen's side.

"Prep up, Boy Scout," he teases as he falls back onto his stomach watching in the mirror.

Jensen wastes no time opening the new box of condoms, ripping one open with his teeth and spitting the wrapper off to the side. Jared watches as he pushes at the tip and slides the transparent latex down the length of his shaft. The bed sinks in as he adjusts himself over the back of Jared's legs. The soft caress of fingers on his ass quickly turns to a massage as Jensen’s fingers dig into the firm muscle there. Jared looks away from the mirror when he hears the snap of the lube cap opening and then the cool press of a finger at his hole, not pressing in, but against it swirling around the ring.

God, it's been a while.

Jared slides his legs out from under Jensen's weight and crawls up to his knees, giving Jensen both a better vantage point as well as access.

"There's my boy," Jensen says, clearly appreciative of Jared's sudden interest.

Jared is about to tell him to shut up when Jensen plunges in, straight to the knuckle. Jared yelps in surprise, not from pain. Jared opens his eyes, glares into the mirror when he sees a look of pride in Jensen staring at Jared wrapped tight around his finger. Jared shifts forward, giving Jensen the hint that he is ready for more. Teeth grit as he feels the slow retreat of the finger and the returning slam back in, and again.

He focuses on Jensen's face , still beautiful but there’s a look of awe about him., He can't help but smile. It slowly turns to a grimace as another finger is added, stretching him wider around Jensen.

Jared's elbows wobble when Jensen withdraws completely and he hears the snap of the bottle once again, followed this time by the squelch of lube on his dick. Firm hands grab at his hips, pulling them up just so, readying him for Jensen and his perfect cock.

Figures that the rest of him has to be just as beautiful as his face is.

A soft chuckle rolls through his shoulders, as it dawns upon him. Jensen is beautiful. Jensen. Jared is quite aware of how conceited he is, he knows he is gorgeous and makes no qualms about letting it be known. But with all the guys he has been with, never once has he acknowledged them.

"Something funny?" Jensen asks as he braces a hand on the small of Jared's back and grabs himself and aiming at Jared's prepped hole.

"Nothing," Jared dismisses it, his eyes making contact with Jensen's reflection. "Can we just get this over with? I am looking forward to the 'Anything' part."

Jensen shakes his head and with one push, he breaches Jared.

"Christ! You're bigger than you look," he says, his eyes clenching hard as he tries to adapt to Jensen's size.

"That's just the tip," Jensen says cockily, his now free hand gripping at Jared's other hipbone.

A drawn out groan falls from Jared as he is slowly pulled further onto Jensen's shaft. His knees threaten to buckle from beneath him as the torturous slide ends, the tip of Jensen's dick grazing against Jared's prostate.

Jared's bottomed once or twice in his life but those were nothing like this. Those were inexperienced quick fucks under the bleachers back in school. This is practiced and deviously planned. Jensen knows exactly what he is doing and, god help him, Jared is loving it in ways he never knew he could.

Jensen pulls back, almost methodically, and slams back in to the hilt; Jared's knuckles whiten as he grips hard into the sheets. A whimper, and then again his prostate is stroked and again while Jensen picks up the pace as Jared's muscles clamp tightly around his cock.

"Fuck, yes," Jared shouts as his cock slaps against his own belly with every perfect thrust.

Jared can't take his eyes off Jensen's body, muscles ripple and skin stretches as he continues to assault Jared's ass in blissful abandon. He can feel his orgasm building but as much as he prides himself on his looks, his sense of self control is even better. A knowing smirk spreads his lips thin as Jensen drives harder and faster into him, a telling sign of what is imminent.

Jensen throws his head back and growls, his inner thighs slap haphazardly against the back of Jared's legs. And with that Jensen slows, sliding out and collapsing to Jared's side, condom filled and his dick still throbbing.

Jared smiles and bends down to kiss him harshly, his hand toying with his overly sensitive head and then reaching for the abandoned box of condoms.
Jensen is unaware of what is going on as Jared pulls away and grabs the bottle.

Snap!

Jensen's eyes open, looking desperately to find the source of the sound. Jared's smile beams as he grasps at his ankles, his dick hard and already to take Jensen up on their deal.

"My turn; And I have a whole box to play with," he says cocking his to the opened black box and its golden wrapped contents.

Jared laughs at Jensen when he groans, shutters, and lets his head hang off the side of the bed, their eyes meeting once again in the mirror.



WRATH, SLOTH, LUST, GREED, GLUTTONY,