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CWRPS. Jared/Jensen. R. Approx. 530 words. Schmoop warning. Love to Kate because she coded, even though she didn't have to. *cuddles* And yes, I did replace Stacy and House with Jensen and Jared. Why do you ask?


With his hand on Jensen's dick and his lips to Jensen's throat, Jared mumbles, Why's it so fuckin' cold?

Jen groans softly and opens his eyes and says, The fuck are, are you talking about?

S'what, forty degrees in here.

Jesus.

Jensen drops an arm over his eyes and shakes his head against the pillow and says, It's winter. Heating broke.

He pushes his hips up a little, into Jared's still-stroking hand, and he says, Shit, Jay, c'mon—

And Jared laughs and says, All right, all right. Just askin'.

::

Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please. Due to winter weather conditions, all flights have been grounded until further notice. We're sorry for the incon—

The rest of the announcement is lost amid frustrated holiday travelers' groans and Jared's loud cry of, Oh, come on!

Jensen rolls his eyes. Quit your bitching, man. Check the weather. Ninety percent chance means it's probably gonna snow.

He throws his carry-on over his shoulder and says, Get up. I got us a room just in case.

Jared's still grinning when the door slams behind them, Do Not Disturb hanger swinging back and forth like a pendulum.

::

It's almost like visiting Britain in November or April and not bringing a fucking umbrella. It's almost that bad.

They tumble through the door to Jared's apartment soaked to the bone, Jensen shivering and cursing and Jared laughing like he can't imagine anything more perfect than this. And it's not like he can help it, right, so Jensen laughs with him, just for a second.

He toes off his shoes and pulls a drenched shirt over his head. Smiling, he says, Man, you so owe me the good liquor for that.

Jared reaches for Jensen's zipper and pulls, then shakes the water out of his hair in a way that says he spends too much time with the dogs. His laugh fades to a small smile that he can't quite make innocent and he says, How 'bout I suck your dick and we'll see?

Later, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, sits back on his knees and looks up the length of Jen's body, and Jensen smirks when he says, So, how about those drinks?

::

I don't do this, Jared says through gritted teeth, Jensen pushing in slow but steady.

Texas heat and a blackout drove them inside: the first time, their first time, they fuck on top of the covers with the heat heavy around them and not enough air in the room.

Jen eases back a little, still inside but careful not to move, two fingers tracing lines like a flight plan across Jared's skin. He mumbles, Don't do what? and licks at the sweat gathering at the hollow of Jared's throat.

Jared sucks in a breath. I don't. I don't do casual fucking. Not well. Doesn't work out good.

He doesn't have to elaborate for Jensen to understand: the both want this to be good. They want it to work.

So he pushes his hips forward and leans to kiss Jared's collarbone and he says, Yeah.

Like it makes everything right. Because it makes everything right.

The heat suddenly feels a lot more bearable.
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