Fic: About Last Night
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dephigravityTitle: About Last Night
Pairing: Jensen/ Chad
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2169
Disclaimer: Don't own them, I just play with them from time to time.
Summary: Jensen learns that maybe Chad does have his uses after all, and that if you completely disregard his personal charm, he might just actually be kinda hot.
A/N: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
transfixeddream. IDEK so blame him!
Beta by the lovely and steward of all things CCM,anyothergirl415
The outline of the door is fuzzy through his protesting eyelids; his memory is even hazier. He wonders where he is for a second, the realization clicking into place as his eyes lock onto a cheap run-of-the-mill watercolor print hanging above his head.
A groan escapes his lips and he snaps his eyes closed again, deciding to let his mind completely wake up before his body. Stifling a yawn, Jensen stretches, naked ass lifting off the bed an inch or so above the cheap sheets below.
There is a funky taste in his mouth, the remnants of some kind of alcohol that most definitely was not tequila. Whatever it was, it was good, and as a bonus it doesn’t seem to have come with any signs of an immediate hangover. A small miracle, considering how much he had last night, or thought he had last night. It's still a blur, last night, full of girls, booze, dares, boys, more booze, and for some reason he vaguely recalls a pair of handcuffs but he can't be sure.
There is a dull ache in his ass; he at least understands all too well what that means. His ass is loose and used, so he got fucked last night and from the lasting numbness in his legs, they must have done it quite a few times. Which, fuck, was more than okay by him. A pleased smirk grows across his face and his eyes are still closed when the assumption is confirmed by a heavy arm falling heavily across his chest.
There's a quick recollection of the definition of coyote ugly as he prays that this is not one of those times. Looking over he sees the thin musculature of his trick's back as it rises and falls with heavy breaths, the dip of his spine disappears just beneath the scratchy bedspread.
There are thin double lines of red markings along the guy's wrists, which probably explains the handcuffs Jensen thought of.
What exactly went on last night?
The guy's head is covered by a pillow, possibly from some vain attempt to block out the sun starting to shine through the blinds. Jensen thinks about peeking under, judging by his shoulder blades and arms the guy doesn't seem to be a total waste, but you can never be too sure. And dammit Jensen has never been good at letting curiosity just slide on by.
Before he can move to grab the pillow, the bed shifts and the guy stirs turning sleepily into Jensen's side. The arm lazily slides down his bare chest and stomach. Jensen's smirk dissolves upon realizing just who it is cuddling up to him.
"Chad?" he asks, his voice a mixture of utter shock, confusion, and a little bit of that coyote ugly mentality.
Chad shifts his head, dragging the disarray of his short spiked hair over Jensen's exposed nipple. Cracking open an eye he smiles stupidly. "Morning Jenny," he slurs.
The expression on Chad's face is smug and even cockier than normal which aggravates Jensen even more than the hated nickname. His body tenses immediately in response to thoughts of Chad's dick up his ass, an unconscious shudder as Jensen tries desperately to lock that thought away forever.
"Get off me, I need to shower. A lot," Jensen says, blunt and rude as he shoves at Chad and all his naked glory.
Chad refuses to budge; instead he grasps at Jensen's wrist to hold him down and cocks his eyebrow. "Aw, c'mon Jen, it wasn't that bad. If I recall you even begged for it."
"You're an ass, and I was drunk. Scalding water, that's what I need to wash you and your douchiness off me. I can't believe off all the people-"
"Hey! You hit on me, dude. It's not my fault I was feeling a little bit charitable and felt the need for wish fulfillment."
"Wish fulfill- God you are such a dick, you know that?," Jensen says, anger bubbling up as he tries to pry his hand from Chad's tightening grip.
"Chill out. It was just a fuck. Okay maybe two or three, I lost track. Either way you enjoyed it, I enjoyed it, so it’s a win-win. Quit being all butthurt, Jensen. No one has to know about us."
"There is no fucking us," Jensen curses, he wishes his glare would set Chad on fire or something.
Chad relinquishes his wrist and leans up on his elbow, draws his now free hand back and lays it flat on Jensen's stomach.
Jensen should get the fuck out of here, that would be the smart thing to do after all. But there is something in Chad's eyes, in the slight pout of his lips, and the indescribable tension between the two of them that prevents him from hauling ass. God help him, but Chad is kinda hot.
Jesus Christ, he is actually contemplating it. Contemplating sex with Chad, and not just the idea of them hooking up last night, but them having sex again right now. There are so many things wrong with that idea, it's Chad for fuck’s sake.
His mind is still trying to piece together some logical string of thought when his dick jerks from the sudden and unexpected brush of skin. The corner of Chad's lips rise, sly and arrogant as he wraps his hand around Jensen's growing cock. He begins to squeeze, slow and methodical strokes up and down Jensen's length.
It's fucking amazing in its laziness and without thinking, Jensen starts to thrust into Chad's palm, his ass clenching as it rises off the sheets.
He rolls his eyes when Chad starts to nod his head, clearly knowing that Jensen is losing his internal battle of self control. Chad shifts and drops his head down to run his bottom lip along Jensen's ribcage, rolls it so that his teeth graze over skin until he reaches a nipple.
Jensen has to hold back a giggle as the small tuft of hair beneath Chad's chin tickles his skin. He can't help but gasp when Chad latches on, teeth biting down hard on the oversensitive nub of flesh, his tongue flicking over the tip, teasing with pangs of pleasure-pain rocketing through his body.
Chad squeezes his cock, tugs it rough and tight as he twists the nipple in his teeth, soliciting a whimper out of him as Jensen bangs his head against the slotted head board. His back arches, lifting him up into Chad, the pain increasing at the rush of blood surging back in once he releases his teeth.
Blue eyes flash, sex-craved pupils darkening them as Chad licks a stripe up to Jensen's collarbone. He latches on; sucking a bruise deep into his neck, a bruise that Jensen is already hoping he can hide but it feels to damn good to stop him. He reaches a hand up, running fingers through the sandy blond hair and urges him to suck harder, keening as Chad complies.
The squeezing of his cock feels so damn incredible, forceful in a way he isn't accustomed to but fuck if it doesn't feel amazing.
Chad lifts his head, smirks appreciatively at his mouth's handiwork and then silences Jensen before he can say anything. Their teeth clatter as Jensen bangs his head once again from the force of the kiss.
Slick and prodding, Chad's tongue shoves past Jensen's own and laps at the roof of his mouth. Jensen's extremely thankful for his lack of gag reflex as the tip pushes against his tonsils. Jensen's never quite realized the sheer length of Chad's tongue and dammit all if he can't help but think of the porn-star-class rim jobs he could do with that thing.
The bed dips slightly as Chad readjusts, pulling himself up to his knees and pushes apart Jensen's legs as he straddles his thigh. Chad's balls and dick are heavy against Jensen's skin, but it is only temporary. Chad shifts again, bringing his other leg in between Jensen's, the head of his cock slaps down at the base of Jensen's balls as he spreads him further apart.
Breathlessly, Chad pulls away and sits back on his heels and scoots forward, Jensen's legs rising to sit atop the sparsely haired limbs. Nervous as hell and still not sure why he is letting this happen, Jensen just goes with the flow because as much as Chad disgusts him on the basest of levels, god he's horny.
Jensen marvels at the cock lying next to his own. The head is blunt and small but gives way to the fat and veiny shaft, and it's no wonder Jensen starts to recall choking as he tried to wrap his lips around it the night before.
Chad leans back to the edge of the bed and grabs a stray condom that Jensen hadn't noticed before. Ripping it open with his teeth, he spits the torn wrapper from his mouth and doesn't hesitate to slide it over his dick. There's a quick spit of saliva and he is coating his latex wrapped dick and bending Jensen's legs forward to position it right at his hole.
Iron tinged blood trickles over his tongue as Jensen bites down on his bottom to keep from full out screaming, the girth of Chad nearly splitting him as he shoves in with one jarring thrust. Fuck it burns, even with his ass still stretched from the night before.
"Jesus, Chad! Would it fucking kill you to give a guy some warning or, you know, prep and lube," he says, not caring if he sounds like a whiney bitch.
"You didn't complain about it last night, Jen," Chad says, his eyes rolling back as he lifts Jensen's ankles up onto his shoulders.
Jensen only has a few seconds to adjust, Chad's balls nestled against his ass before he starts pounding. Ripples of flesh over muscle with every slap of skin on skin, his toes bend uncontrollably with every brush to his prostate.
Holy fuck.
Chad bends him even further, his clean shaven cheek ghosting Jensen face as he grunts into his ear. "God, you are so fucking tight, Jen. So fucking hot, taking my dick up your ass," he says in his usual soft spoken voice, but fused with a lust that Jensen finds remarkably sexy.
Chad picks up his pace even more, causing Jensen's dick to slap alternately against both of their abs as the bed creaks in protest. The breaths exhaledagainst his cheek start to hitch, coming out sporadically as Chad's body starts to quiver from the orgasm spilling into the condom in Jensen's ass.
Precome is oozing out of his slit, his dick aching as it begs for release as Jensen claws into the sheets trying to hold in his orgasm.
Chad doesn't collapse on him when it's clear he has finished coming, instead he sits back up. Cock still planted in Jensen’s ass, he starts to jerk him off.
It doesn't take him long to come, spurting long strands of sticky jizz all over his torso. Chad drops his hand down, smearing the come into his skin, sucking in his lip with a needy sounding groan.
Blissed out and legs wobbly, Jensen finally catches his breath and speaks. "Just so we're clear, you're still an ass."
"Yeah, an ass that can fuck the hell out your ass and you fucking love me for it," Chad says, his grin widens as he shoves Jensen's legs off and pulls out his dick. Quickly removing the condom and throwing it to the floor.
Jensen shoots him a look of disgust and then makes to move away but is pinned back down. Chad leans in and kisses him again his hand sliding beneath the pillow. Jensen doesn’t think much of it until the cool press of metal clamps around his wrist and then the other. His eyes widen in surprise as he mouths a question into Chad's mouth.
Chad pulls away and hops off the bed, rifling through the pile of clothes to find his own jeans. He shimmies them up, Jensen staring at him incredulously.
"Where the hell do you think you're going? Take these things off me you asshole!"
"Yeah, I don't think so. It's a good look on you. 'sides we're out of condoms," he says with a wink and rushes to the door while slipping Jensen's shirt over his head.
"Chad!" Jensen yells, kicking his legs against the sheets and straining futilely at the handcuffs. "You get your fucking ass back here, you asshole."
"I'll be back before you know it sweetie," he says, the term of endearment thrown in just to further piss Jensen off. He pauses just as he opens the door, leaving a clear shot of Jensen in his current predicament for the world to see. "Do you think Sam's Club takes American Express?"
Jensen doesn't even reply, instead he flails madly, cursing out a vulgar string of words as the door slams shut, leaving him alone to his tantrum.
"Chad!"
Pairing: Jensen/ Chad
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2169
Disclaimer: Don't own them, I just play with them from time to time.
Summary: Jensen learns that maybe Chad does have his uses after all, and that if you completely disregard his personal charm, he might just actually be kinda hot.
A/N: For
transfixeddream. IDEK so blame him!Beta by the lovely and steward of all things CCM,
anyothergirl415The outline of the door is fuzzy through his protesting eyelids; his memory is even hazier. He wonders where he is for a second, the realization clicking into place as his eyes lock onto a cheap run-of-the-mill watercolor print hanging above his head.
A groan escapes his lips and he snaps his eyes closed again, deciding to let his mind completely wake up before his body. Stifling a yawn, Jensen stretches, naked ass lifting off the bed an inch or so above the cheap sheets below.
There is a funky taste in his mouth, the remnants of some kind of alcohol that most definitely was not tequila. Whatever it was, it was good, and as a bonus it doesn’t seem to have come with any signs of an immediate hangover. A small miracle, considering how much he had last night, or thought he had last night. It's still a blur, last night, full of girls, booze, dares, boys, more booze, and for some reason he vaguely recalls a pair of handcuffs but he can't be sure.
There is a dull ache in his ass; he at least understands all too well what that means. His ass is loose and used, so he got fucked last night and from the lasting numbness in his legs, they must have done it quite a few times. Which, fuck, was more than okay by him. A pleased smirk grows across his face and his eyes are still closed when the assumption is confirmed by a heavy arm falling heavily across his chest.
There's a quick recollection of the definition of coyote ugly as he prays that this is not one of those times. Looking over he sees the thin musculature of his trick's back as it rises and falls with heavy breaths, the dip of his spine disappears just beneath the scratchy bedspread.
There are thin double lines of red markings along the guy's wrists, which probably explains the handcuffs Jensen thought of.
What exactly went on last night?
The guy's head is covered by a pillow, possibly from some vain attempt to block out the sun starting to shine through the blinds. Jensen thinks about peeking under, judging by his shoulder blades and arms the guy doesn't seem to be a total waste, but you can never be too sure. And dammit Jensen has never been good at letting curiosity just slide on by.
Before he can move to grab the pillow, the bed shifts and the guy stirs turning sleepily into Jensen's side. The arm lazily slides down his bare chest and stomach. Jensen's smirk dissolves upon realizing just who it is cuddling up to him.
"Chad?" he asks, his voice a mixture of utter shock, confusion, and a little bit of that coyote ugly mentality.
Chad shifts his head, dragging the disarray of his short spiked hair over Jensen's exposed nipple. Cracking open an eye he smiles stupidly. "Morning Jenny," he slurs.
The expression on Chad's face is smug and even cockier than normal which aggravates Jensen even more than the hated nickname. His body tenses immediately in response to thoughts of Chad's dick up his ass, an unconscious shudder as Jensen tries desperately to lock that thought away forever.
"Get off me, I need to shower. A lot," Jensen says, blunt and rude as he shoves at Chad and all his naked glory.
Chad refuses to budge; instead he grasps at Jensen's wrist to hold him down and cocks his eyebrow. "Aw, c'mon Jen, it wasn't that bad. If I recall you even begged for it."
"You're an ass, and I was drunk. Scalding water, that's what I need to wash you and your douchiness off me. I can't believe off all the people-"
"Hey! You hit on me, dude. It's not my fault I was feeling a little bit charitable and felt the need for wish fulfillment."
"Wish fulfill- God you are such a dick, you know that?," Jensen says, anger bubbling up as he tries to pry his hand from Chad's tightening grip.
"Chill out. It was just a fuck. Okay maybe two or three, I lost track. Either way you enjoyed it, I enjoyed it, so it’s a win-win. Quit being all butthurt, Jensen. No one has to know about us."
"There is no fucking us," Jensen curses, he wishes his glare would set Chad on fire or something.
Chad relinquishes his wrist and leans up on his elbow, draws his now free hand back and lays it flat on Jensen's stomach.
Jensen should get the fuck out of here, that would be the smart thing to do after all. But there is something in Chad's eyes, in the slight pout of his lips, and the indescribable tension between the two of them that prevents him from hauling ass. God help him, but Chad is kinda hot.
Jesus Christ, he is actually contemplating it. Contemplating sex with Chad, and not just the idea of them hooking up last night, but them having sex again right now. There are so many things wrong with that idea, it's Chad for fuck’s sake.
His mind is still trying to piece together some logical string of thought when his dick jerks from the sudden and unexpected brush of skin. The corner of Chad's lips rise, sly and arrogant as he wraps his hand around Jensen's growing cock. He begins to squeeze, slow and methodical strokes up and down Jensen's length.
It's fucking amazing in its laziness and without thinking, Jensen starts to thrust into Chad's palm, his ass clenching as it rises off the sheets.
He rolls his eyes when Chad starts to nod his head, clearly knowing that Jensen is losing his internal battle of self control. Chad shifts and drops his head down to run his bottom lip along Jensen's ribcage, rolls it so that his teeth graze over skin until he reaches a nipple.
Jensen has to hold back a giggle as the small tuft of hair beneath Chad's chin tickles his skin. He can't help but gasp when Chad latches on, teeth biting down hard on the oversensitive nub of flesh, his tongue flicking over the tip, teasing with pangs of pleasure-pain rocketing through his body.
Chad squeezes his cock, tugs it rough and tight as he twists the nipple in his teeth, soliciting a whimper out of him as Jensen bangs his head against the slotted head board. His back arches, lifting him up into Chad, the pain increasing at the rush of blood surging back in once he releases his teeth.
Blue eyes flash, sex-craved pupils darkening them as Chad licks a stripe up to Jensen's collarbone. He latches on; sucking a bruise deep into his neck, a bruise that Jensen is already hoping he can hide but it feels to damn good to stop him. He reaches a hand up, running fingers through the sandy blond hair and urges him to suck harder, keening as Chad complies.
The squeezing of his cock feels so damn incredible, forceful in a way he isn't accustomed to but fuck if it doesn't feel amazing.
Chad lifts his head, smirks appreciatively at his mouth's handiwork and then silences Jensen before he can say anything. Their teeth clatter as Jensen bangs his head once again from the force of the kiss.
Slick and prodding, Chad's tongue shoves past Jensen's own and laps at the roof of his mouth. Jensen's extremely thankful for his lack of gag reflex as the tip pushes against his tonsils. Jensen's never quite realized the sheer length of Chad's tongue and dammit all if he can't help but think of the porn-star-class rim jobs he could do with that thing.
The bed dips slightly as Chad readjusts, pulling himself up to his knees and pushes apart Jensen's legs as he straddles his thigh. Chad's balls and dick are heavy against Jensen's skin, but it is only temporary. Chad shifts again, bringing his other leg in between Jensen's, the head of his cock slaps down at the base of Jensen's balls as he spreads him further apart.
Breathlessly, Chad pulls away and sits back on his heels and scoots forward, Jensen's legs rising to sit atop the sparsely haired limbs. Nervous as hell and still not sure why he is letting this happen, Jensen just goes with the flow because as much as Chad disgusts him on the basest of levels, god he's horny.
Jensen marvels at the cock lying next to his own. The head is blunt and small but gives way to the fat and veiny shaft, and it's no wonder Jensen starts to recall choking as he tried to wrap his lips around it the night before.
Chad leans back to the edge of the bed and grabs a stray condom that Jensen hadn't noticed before. Ripping it open with his teeth, he spits the torn wrapper from his mouth and doesn't hesitate to slide it over his dick. There's a quick spit of saliva and he is coating his latex wrapped dick and bending Jensen's legs forward to position it right at his hole.
Iron tinged blood trickles over his tongue as Jensen bites down on his bottom to keep from full out screaming, the girth of Chad nearly splitting him as he shoves in with one jarring thrust. Fuck it burns, even with his ass still stretched from the night before.
"Jesus, Chad! Would it fucking kill you to give a guy some warning or, you know, prep and lube," he says, not caring if he sounds like a whiney bitch.
"You didn't complain about it last night, Jen," Chad says, his eyes rolling back as he lifts Jensen's ankles up onto his shoulders.
Jensen only has a few seconds to adjust, Chad's balls nestled against his ass before he starts pounding. Ripples of flesh over muscle with every slap of skin on skin, his toes bend uncontrollably with every brush to his prostate.
Holy fuck.
Chad bends him even further, his clean shaven cheek ghosting Jensen face as he grunts into his ear. "God, you are so fucking tight, Jen. So fucking hot, taking my dick up your ass," he says in his usual soft spoken voice, but fused with a lust that Jensen finds remarkably sexy.
Chad picks up his pace even more, causing Jensen's dick to slap alternately against both of their abs as the bed creaks in protest. The breaths exhaledagainst his cheek start to hitch, coming out sporadically as Chad's body starts to quiver from the orgasm spilling into the condom in Jensen's ass.
Precome is oozing out of his slit, his dick aching as it begs for release as Jensen claws into the sheets trying to hold in his orgasm.
Chad doesn't collapse on him when it's clear he has finished coming, instead he sits back up. Cock still planted in Jensen’s ass, he starts to jerk him off.
It doesn't take him long to come, spurting long strands of sticky jizz all over his torso. Chad drops his hand down, smearing the come into his skin, sucking in his lip with a needy sounding groan.
Blissed out and legs wobbly, Jensen finally catches his breath and speaks. "Just so we're clear, you're still an ass."
"Yeah, an ass that can fuck the hell out your ass and you fucking love me for it," Chad says, his grin widens as he shoves Jensen's legs off and pulls out his dick. Quickly removing the condom and throwing it to the floor.
Jensen shoots him a look of disgust and then makes to move away but is pinned back down. Chad leans in and kisses him again his hand sliding beneath the pillow. Jensen doesn’t think much of it until the cool press of metal clamps around his wrist and then the other. His eyes widen in surprise as he mouths a question into Chad's mouth.
Chad pulls away and hops off the bed, rifling through the pile of clothes to find his own jeans. He shimmies them up, Jensen staring at him incredulously.
"Where the hell do you think you're going? Take these things off me you asshole!"
"Yeah, I don't think so. It's a good look on you. 'sides we're out of condoms," he says with a wink and rushes to the door while slipping Jensen's shirt over his head.
"Chad!" Jensen yells, kicking his legs against the sheets and straining futilely at the handcuffs. "You get your fucking ass back here, you asshole."
"I'll be back before you know it sweetie," he says, the term of endearment thrown in just to further piss Jensen off. He pauses just as he opens the door, leaving a clear shot of Jensen in his current predicament for the world to see. "Do you think Sam's Club takes American Express?"
Jensen doesn't even reply, instead he flails madly, cursing out a vulgar string of words as the door slams shut, leaving him alone to his tantrum.
"Chad!"
