RockStarPeach

Title: Slice of My Pie
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 2200
Summary: Written for the prompt I want a fic where whoever is on top keep running his fingers over the rim around his cock. After a while he cant help but put a finger in alongside his cock, and then another, and another... And I wrote Jared is totally amazing and Jensen can't believe how lucky he is. Like pretty much 80% of my stuff. Close enough, right?



The thing is, Jensen's never stopped being amazed by this.

They've been together almost a year, he's fucked Jared at least a hundred times by now, and still he's in awe, every single damn time.

Jared is... well, he's Jared. He's funny and he's sweet and he's smart. He's thoughtful and kind and friendly and he's sexy as hell and he could literally walk into a room and point, and he'd have company for the night. The fact that it's Jensen he keeps coming back to, that it's Jensen he lets have him this way, that it's Jensen he lays himself bare for? It's heady, it's almost more than he can handle, to watch Jared writhe and squirm and open up around Jensen's fingers and cock and ask for more.

Jensen still doesn't know what he ever did to deserve it, but he's sure as fuck not going to argue.

“Come on,” Jared grunts, slamming his hips back against Jensen's, hard. “Keep moving.”

He sounds half-desperate, half-annoyed and Jensen can't help but chuckle, even as he blushes a little.

“Sorry,” he says, even though he isn't, not really. He picks up his pace though, curls his fingers around Jared's hipbone and thrusts into him, harder and longer and faster than before.

Sometimes, he slows down a little too much, gets lost in thought and Jared gets frustrated. It's not his fault, though. How could anyone possibly blame him when right there underneath him, in front of him, is Jared. On his hands and knees, breathy and flushed and grabbing at the pillow, pushing back onto Jensen's cock like he needs it, hole squeezing and rim twitching and fluttering around him.

The fact that Jared lets anyone at all do this to him is crazy. The fact that it's Jensen, of all the people that Jared could have chosen, he chooses Jensen, again and again, it's mind-blowing.

Jensen pushes in, slams forward so Jared shakes and jerks beneath him, pulls back slowly, eyes never leaving Jared's hole, the way it pulls and draws and opens just right when Jensen eases back, slowly.

“Fuck yeah,” Jared breathes out, low, rough. Shit, that voice does things to Jensen. “Fuck yeah, just like that. More, Jensen. More, just like that.”

“Uh huh,” Jensen mumbles, blinks a few times and it's not until his right forefinger is up to the first knuckle, alongside his cock in Jared's hole, that he even realises what he's been doing, what Jared's literally begging for.

Completely without his knowledge or consent, his finger has been tracing Jared's rim, been circling the outside of his dick, picking up the slick of their sweat and the leftover lube before it's slipped inside, right on top. Jensen blinks again, swallows and he wriggles the tip, just a little. He nearly chickens out, nearly pulls back and forgets the whole thing but Jared gasps and bucks and his head drops between his shoulders, forehead resting on the pillow. Jensen groans and pushes a little more, slides his finger in a little deeper, and holds his breath.

This is new, this isn't something they've ever done before.

After all this time, stuffing Jared even fuller than he gets on Jensen's cock, that's not something that's never crossed Jensen's mind. It is something he's never said out loud before and it's certainly something that Jared's never asked for.

But now he's gone and done it, now he's in it, two centimeters in without even realising it and Jared seems to be fucking loving it.

“Shit,” Jared curses, wriggling a little but not enough to lodge Jensen's finger free. In fact, he seems to be carefully trying for the opposite. “Jensen... Come on. I can take more. I want more.”

Jensen's finger slips in a little further. It pumps back and forth just a fraction and Jared tenses and relaxes and he tenses again when Jensen adds a second, when the tip of his middle finger brushes up along where the first is already all the way in.

Jensen pauses, holds his breath and waits for Jared to tell him to stop.

Jared doesn't.

“Jensen, do it,” he growls. Like it's the only thing in the world he needs, like Jensen is the only thing he needs.

Jared is gorgeous. He's amazing and perfect and a thousand other glowing adjectives that Jensen's a little too sex-crazed to think of right now and he's absolutely fucking gorgeous. He's trembling, panting, moaning slightly into his pillow and he's asking for Jensen to give him what he needs. He's asking because he knows Jensen will do it, will do absolutely anything Jared asks him to and he trusts Jensen to do it just right, to be sweet and rough and treat him like a whore, kiss him like a lover when it's all over. Jensen's breath catches in his throat and he bites down on his bottom lip so hard the pain shocks him out of his daze.

Jensen's second finger slips in along the first, right beside it so Jared's rim stretches taut, pulls and tenses while Jensen pumps in and out.

His hips have stopped moving now, just his fingers are thrusting into Jared. Long, thin strokes, long, thin fingers, two of them, then three. They brush Jared's insides, catch on the sensitive skin of his rim and keep on pushing. The way it looks, the way it feels, it's like nothing Jensen has ever experienced before. Doing this for someone, putting someone through this, being the cause of this kind of pleasure... it's... fuck if it feels even half as good as it looks, Jensen is incredibly jealous of Jared, at the moment.

Or, he would be if he wasn't so completely and utterly captivated with his own view at the moment. It's a picture he'd never give up, not for anything and he's going to love Jared for the rest of his days for a million different reasons, but at the moment he loves Jared for giving him this. For making demands Jensen is more than happy to supply.

Because when Jared asks for more, Jensen will always always give him what he asks for.

A fourth finger slides in amongst the other three, pressure and fullness forcing Jensen's cock down, pressing it harder against Jared's prostate. Jared screams and Jensen curses, the pressure around his shaft increasing with each stroke, every pump of his heart and thrust of his fingers. It's incredible. It's horrible, because Jensen feels like he could actually pass out any second now and he doesn't want to do that, doesn't want to let Jared down like that.

“Look so fuckin' hot,” Jensen says, because it's what Jared wants to hear. It's the truth, of course, but if it were up to Jensen he'd keep his mouth shut and concentrate on getting Jared off before he comes himself, after only an embarrassingly short amount of time. “Like you were made for me, Jared. Like you were made to take me, made to get stuffed so full.” That part is even more true. Jared looks good. He looks good all the time but he's never looked better, not to Jensen's eyes, than he does when he's split wide open on Jensen's cock.

“Ng,” Jared mumbles in reply, grasping at the sheets and wriggling back against Jensen.

Jensen smiles at that, catches his breath and starts to thrust his hips again, in time with his fingers.

“Such a slut for it, aren't you?” Again, true. Jared's a slut for Jensen's cock the same way he's a slut for Jelly Babies and Cabernet Sauvignon. It's sweet, it's adorable and it's something Jared really fucking wants. And like those other things, it's something Jensen will never deny. To be honest, Jensen's not all that big on the degrading dirty talk, but he learned a long time ago that Jared really gets off on it, so he tries.

“Take it, then,” he says, thrusting harder, holding his fingers still as he drives his cock in, deeper, faster. “You want it so bad? You got it.”

“Fuck yes!” Jared yells. He takes a strained breath, tenses and then relaxes as he lets it out. “Yes, Jensen, yes. Keep going. I love it. Need it. Great big cockslut, that's me,” he babbles, like he doesn't care what he's saying, so long as Jensen keeps fucking him. And hell, that's A-okay by Jensen.

He crooks his fingers down toward his dick, pushing, squeezing and they both cry out with the next thrust.

“More!” Jared calls out and Jensen has never even considered denying Jared anything before, but more right now sounds like a bad idea. More is Jensen's entire hand. More is that giant dildo that Jared keeps under the bed that he pretends Jensen doesn't know about. More is something they need to talk about beforehand, something they need to limit, discuss with rational heads, not minds clouded with lustful need. More will have to wait.

“You want to come, Jared?” Jensen asks.

Jared moans, thrusts back, reaches around to grab Jensen's wrist. “More,” he says again.

“No,” Jensen answers and Jared jerks, stills for a moment and then presses his chest further into the bed. “No, Jared.” He pulls his hips back, spreads his fingers just a little and then slams back in, hard as he can, not hard enough to hurt.

“Jensen, I'm not fucking around,” Jared warns. “I want more. I need to... feel full. Now. Please.”

“Next time,” Jensen promises. “I swear, Jared. Next time. Next time, I'm gonna fill you so full, stuff you till you scream, but... but I can't do that right now. Not like this. I don't want to hurt you.”

Jared squeals when Jensen curls his fingers and pushes in again and he nods, vaguely when Jensen grabs Jared's free hand and pins it down on the bed, next to his head.

“Hold still,” Jensen says. “You don't touch yourself. You come on my cock, like a good little slut.”

Again, that's not new. Jared almost always comes on Jensen's cock. It's how he likes it.

“Yeah,” Jared moans, thready and strained. “Yeah, on your cock. Your cock and your fingers. Fuck.. fuck me Jensen!”

And Jensen can't possibly hold back anymore, not with Jared sounding like that, begging so fucking pretty.

He spreads his fingers a little wider inside Jared – enough that he'll feel it, feel it tomorrow and maybe the next day, but not so much that it'll hurt beyond the pleasant burn Jared seems to be enjoying – and pumps his hips forward, steady, heavy shoves until Jared's roaring, begging, screaming that he's about to come and then he's coming.

He clamps down tight around Jensen's cock, around his fingers, holy fuck his fingers are inside Jared, too and that's what does it. He feels his pulse in his fingertips, in the head of his cock and then he's coming, too, deep inside Jared. It's not neat, not like the other times when they finish off and Jensen pulls free and Jared makes it all the way to the shower before Jensen's jizz is spilling down the insides of his thighs.

No, this time Jensen's fingers keep on pumping, even after his cock is spent and softening, even after Jared has cried out and hoarse and limp underneath him. They keep on pumping until his semen flows easy and free from Jared's hole, around his cock, around his fingers and down the backs of Jared's legs.

Jensen whimpers at the sight, pulls his fingers free, moves them around to slide through the mess Jared made on his own stomach. Yeah, that's right. Jared jizzed all over himself, because Jensen fucks him just right, just the way he likes.

“Such a slut,” Jensen half-whispers, like it's a secret. He laughs, like it's a joke. “So easy for me, aren't you?”

He eases his cock free, then, hand immediately going to Jared's rear when he whimpers in what Jensen knows from experience is pain.

“Sorry,” he says, quickly. “Shit, sorry, baby. Did I hurt you?”

“Mmmm,” Jared murmurs, rolling onto his side so that Jensen is curled up behind him. “A little. 'S okay. It's hurt in a good way.”

Jensen waits. He waits a few seconds, he settles in behind Jared, wraps his arm around Jared's middle.

He waits a few minutes. He drums his thumbs across Jared's belly and tickles the back's of Jared's feet with his toes.

Jared chuckles a little, moves his feet out of the way, but says nothing.

“So...” Jensen prompts. Because Jared might have been sex-high and totally crazed when he said it, but he asked for more and Jensen hasn't forgotten.

“So?” Jared answers, stifling a yawn. “You're a stud. You blow my mind. That was the best sex I've ever had.”

Jensen rolls his eyes at Jared's deadpan tone, but he only pulls him tighter into the cuddle.

“Yeah, I know,” he says, because he really does. “I'm not looking for validation.”

“Then what are you looking for?” Jared's teasing, smirking into the side of Jensen's arm so he clearly already knows. Still, Jensen's willing to play to that. He pretty much always is.

“Earlier. You said... You said more.”

“Oh, that,” Jared says, flip, like he hasn't been thinking about nothing but that since he brought it up. “Yeah, next time you can fuck me with your cock and the strap-on in the closet.”

He yawns and settles in to sleep as Jensen gapes and flounders and comes up with nothing but handfuls of Jared's hair and hipbones.

“You have a strap-on in the closet?!”

END