|A Promise Kept
Author: Guede Mazaka
“We gotta sneak back later,” Jared rasps, voice scrabbling for a grip like how his hands are on the wall. He hisses, arches, doesn’t quite get free. Next time Jensen slams him up, he lets out a breathy moan that aurally strokes in all the right ways. “No, really.”
And yet the weirdo’s still at it. Sometimes it amuses Jensen that in real life, Jared’s the one that jumps head-first into anything, that’s just gotta talk no matter what. Sometimes. Like when Jensen is not actually trying to fuck the man into a senseless puddle of oh, god, oh, god, please.
“Should’ve gotten you a mirror.” Jared’s breath hitches. His back does, a little rippling against Jensen’s chest that pulls at their shirts, rubs the fabric against Jensen’s nipples. He twists so Jensen’s fingers gouge so deep into his right hip Jensen almost thinks he’s scratching on bone. “You were…all pale and…just lying there…”
“Dude, you’re throwing my rhythm.” Well, since Jensen’s got nails there, he might as well use ‘em. Pin Jared back and drive in and up so Jared’s gotta go onto his toes. There’s been a chair crowding Jensen’s left for the last five minutes and he figures he might as well use that, too. He can’t be looking too elegant with one foot on the edge of its seat, but he couldn’t care less. He’s got leverage and he uses it to keep Jared hanging, pressed flat against the wall while gravity seats Jared’s ass down on Jenson’s cock, nestles its curves right against Jensen’s balls and to hell with elegance. This is way better.
“You looked like you were asking for it.” Last little gasp from Jared, so thank God, he’s going to shut it in a second. “We really, really--”
Somehow, in the midst of all this brain-scrambling sex, Jensen finds the annoyance with which to roll his eyes. “Later, all right? Jesus Christ--”
“Christ. Oh, Christ, oh, god, oh…”
Finally. Honestly, Jared and his bright ideas. He needed a lesson in timing. Damn good thing Jensen’s around for it.