Fic: Sun-kissed

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Title: Sun-kissed
Pairing: Jared/ Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1600
Summary: In which Jared is enamored with what a day in the sun does to Jensen's face.
A/N: Written for blindfold_spn. Original prompt can be found here.
Thanks to justmmy and transfixeddream for the amazingly quick and concise betas!




The day had been absolutely perfect, an afternoon full of friends and family gathering along the beach, playing volleyball and swimming in the sea. A light breeze blowing through the palm trees as the seagulls circled overhead, the sun radiating its warmth while the waves lapped idly at the shore. Alan had grilled using his secret blend of spices while both of their moms and sisters gossiped back and forth. And the kids had taken turns burying Jared in the sand, Jensen feigning his innocence for giving them the idea in the first place.

All in all, renting the beach house for the week had been a great idea on Jared's part, an ideal getaway to ease away all the pent-up stress from filming.

But what makes the day even better is the sudden silence that fills the room as Jared waves goodbye to his family and shuts the door, leaving him alone with no one but Jensen and the dogs.

Thin linen curtains flap against the open French doors, scent of salt and surf carried in on the breeze, filling Jared's lungs. Jared turns to Jensen, smiling when he drops his head to the side, cheek resting on his shoulders.

"At last," Jensen says as he collapses. A huff of air explodes from him as he becomes one with the oversized chair in a languid lump. His shirt is only buttoned up half way, exposing the sun-reddened skin of his neck and chest, his shorts riding up just slightly to expose his knees. The summer sun has brought out the natural highlights in his hair, giving it that all-too-familiar blond appearance that Jared misses during the cold Vancouver winters.

He's too damn enticing when he's exhausted.

Jared flicks the lock, walks across the room and around the chair to slip his hands over Jensen's shoulders. Flattening the fabric, he begins kneading the tense muscles beneath, grinning when Jensen releases an obscene moan as he falls back deeper into the chair.

"It was worth it though, right? Getting to see everyone for a change," says Jared, working his fingers and thumbs deep in small circles into Jensen's neck.

Jensen lolls his head backward so he can stare up at Jared, complacent in his touch.

"Yeah, it was. I'm just glad it's over. I think I'm good on family reunions for another year, though. God that feels good, Jay. Don't stop." His words are broken and accentuated by the unconscious moans and grunts caught deep in his throat.

Jared slips one of his hands under the collar of Jensen's shirt, rubbing and working soothingly into his skin, warm and pliable from far too much sun. Jensen tilts his head into the touch and rests it against Jared's forearm, his eyes close, lost under Jared's touch.

Relaxed and staggered breaths fall against Jared's skin, and Jensen keeps humming deliciously hot noises as his chest rises and falls. Spurred on, Jared glides his hand further down Jensen's chest, over his ribs and nipple. He absently flicks the bud with the tip of his thumb while he bends down and reaches his other arm over Jensen, grabbing onto his opposite shoulder, squeezing it tight in a claiming embrace. He ghosts his own breath along Jensen's exposed neck, drags his lip across the tender flesh up to his ear.

That's when he notices them - Jensen's freckles.

He's always been a fan of Jensen's freckles. He loves to tease Jensen about their ability to make him sexier while at the same time making him look younger; youthful and almost naughty. Jensen hates them, thinks they make him less manly for whatever reason, which Jared thinks is a load of crap. Though, he does love them even more when Jensen hasn't shaved for a few days. The contrast of stubble and the slightly darker spots dotting his face is fucking breathtaking.

Now, though, they're more pronounced. The overabundant sunshine has increased the amount dusting the bridge of his nose and cheeks exponentially. It's also succeeded in darkening the ever present ones, making them more chocolate colored than caramel, like usual. For a second Jared wonders what it would be like to kiss them away, what they would taste like, his tongue tingling with imaginary chocolate and caramel.

Blood surges to his dick, growing heavy and hard as precome starts to drip from the tip and soaks the front of Jared's board-shorts.

"Fuck," he curses, and his arms pressing down even more firm against Jensen's body.

"Wha-" Jensen starts to say, squirming under Jared's hold.

"God, you're amazing, Jen," Jared says, his lips brushing over skin as he speaks, the words slipping out in a lazy drawl. His tongue traces the length of Jensen's jaw, pausing only to land kisses here and there in a sporadic line. "I didn't think you could get more gorgeous, but- Jesus Christ, Jensen."

"Whatchu talkin' 'bout?" Jensen's words come out in a mumbled tone, a combination of exhaustion and piqued sexual interest.

"Freckles," Jared whispers, nipping at Jensen's cheek with the side of his mouth, biting haphazardly while tasting the dried seawater on his skin.

"Oh God," Jensen grumbles and pulls away, blushing as he does so. The faint red flush only works to make them even more prevalent as Jensen leans forward and tries to hide them behind his hands.

Jared moves around the chair, his dick already tenting the front of his shorts. He grips both of Jensen's wrists and pushes them away, wants to have a clear view of the sun-enhanced spatters Straddling Jensen's thighs, he grinds his dick hard against Jensen's own as he presses his lips faintly to his nose.


"Fucking beautiful," Jared says as he attempts to kiss each and every single one. He guides Jensen back into the chair, rutting and rolling his hips in a vain attempt for friction. " Wanna lick 'em, taste 'em, fucking devour 'em. Wanna drag my dick over them and wanna fucking come on them, then lick you clean."

"Fuckin' hell, Jay." Jensen moans, and digs his fingers deep into Jared's hips in a burst on renewed energy. "I need your dick in my mouth. Right. Fucking. Now."

Jared's eyes clench shut and he groans, Jensen's strung-out voice making his cock throb with need. He slinks off Jensen's lap and pulls at his drawstrings, lets the shorts fall to the floor as he grips his dick, hissing as he works his hand over it in slow, drawn out strokes. Jensen shifts to the edge of the chair and opens his mouth, inviting Jared to enter. Jensen's eyes are dark and his lips quiver sinfully, like he's fucking desperate for Jared's cock. Jared's seen it a hundred times and it still doesn't fail to put him on edge.

Jared slips the head in, Jensen's plump lips stretching wide over his girth. He cards his hands through the sun-kissed spikes of brown and blond hair, grasps down as best as he can. Jensen wastes no time trying to stuff his mouth full of Jared's dick, hungrily sliding it in further and further until it hits the back of his throat. It's not all the way in but fuck does he try and Jared marvels at the attempt.

Jensen raises his hands, clawing and grabbing at Jared's ass as he tries to shove the cock deeper down his throat. Jared's hands grip tighter into his hair, searching for purchase as he pulls out. A distinct thread of precome stretches from Jensen's lips before he shoves back in more harshly than he intends to. Jensen doesn't seem to care, just keeps going, sucking and making ravenous noises, all the while trying to find a rhythm.

He watches with intent, hypnotized by the tanned spots as Jensen bobs on his cock in quick and cadenced jabs, transfixed as Jensen's cheeks hollow and then fill. Grabbing onto Jensen's ears, he's face fucking him without concern, driven mad by the keening and desperate hungry sounds mixed with the squelching of wet mouth on dick and the occasional pop of broken suction.

Bucking wild, Jared feels the dull burn in his balls, and he can tell Jensen knows he can't take much more. He pulls off in one quick motion and smiles up, wicked glint in his eyes. His pupils are blown, filled with want as they fix on Jared's.

Jensen grabs Jared's dick tight, jerks him in rushed and frenzied strokes, and Jared's instinct is to roll his head back and groan out Jensen's name as loud as he can. Instead, he forces himself to watch through sheer force of will, his orgasm building to the breaking point. Impossible to contain it any longer, he comes, shooting hard and sticky over Jensen's freckled cheeks.

And Jensen sits there, smiling; his eyes opening again as he lets Jared's come dribble down over his lips and chin. Jared falls to his knees and kisses Jensen, blissed out as their lips crush together. The taste of his own come overloads him, a bitter tang as their tongues wrestle with one another.

Jared's eyes open and focus on Jensen's cheeks, at the opaque streaks of come splattered in amongst Jensen's freckles. He grins into the kiss before he recalls his promise of cleaning Jensen off, his tongue lapping at the spunk as Jensen fumbles his hand under the waistband of his own shorts.