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There are rules to this thing they’ve got going on.
No kissing.
No eye contact.
No excessive touching.
No cuddling.
No feelings.
No pet names.
No dirty talk.
No talking at all, really.
Otherwise it wouldn’t just be some innocent ‘gotta get off and you’re the only other person I bother hanging out with in between long-ass days and squeezing sleep in wherever we can.’ Anything more than that would be a thing thing.
THE RULES - Jensen always says it loudly in his head, caps-locked to affirm their importance - help, setting boundaries to excuse the first time they decided to give it a go … along with the dozen or so times since then. Maybe a few dozen … They’re two strapping young men with healthy libidos and crazy schedules and can’t bear to get in trouble by hooking up with randoms in bars then end up all over the internet when they’re finally getting traction in the business. So THE RULES make it make sense. It’s totally cool. Normal, even, in a life that is anything but.
So when Jared slides deep inside Jensen, and Jensen lets out a guttural moan followed by a gasped fuck Jay, it kind of throws things into a tail spin.
Jared pauses right where he is, groin to Jensen’s ass, fingers tucked around Jensen’s hips, dick tunneling a path damn near to Jensen’s colon. And Jensen pauses, too, holding steady on all fours as he stares at the bland beige headboard in Jared’s guest room; apparently it doesn’t count as real sex if it’s not in Jared’s master bedroom.
Jensen holds his breath and words spiral through his mind as he fights for words .., to formulate an apology? A demand to get back to business? Something altogether different to make them forget he said a word, let alone Jay?
They stay like this for God knows how long. Jensen loses track of time after a while, when he realizes his achy knees are complaining, his dick is waning, and his prostate is begging for attention. But he can’t say anything, right? Can’t even look back to see if Jared is in some kind of medical duress and physically can’t move. THE RULES as they are, dictate that Jensen cannot take an extra step or else this whole arrangement would cross too many lines. As if Jared holding steady tucked in close and connecting them in the most intimate way isn’t somehow already pushing the envelope …
Jensen shifts his weight to relieve his knees, otherwise holding steady and staying completely quiet. Which is why it’s alarming when Jared lets out a wispy sigh and squeezes Jensen’s hips. In response, Jensen clears his throat - as close to a question as he can get right now - and waits for Jared to snap out of whatever daze he’s in.
After another long silence, Jared finally speaks, more like orders, “Do it again.”
It takes a moment for Jensen to swallow and ignore how Jared’s voice, low and firm, makes his dick perk up again.
But no talking, right? THE RULES! his mind screams. There should be no talking and Jensen shouldn’t have broken the rule in the first place, and he absolutely should not be turned on by Jared also breaking that rule.
Jared tightens his grip and repeats himself, more demanding this time, so Jensen is quick to shift his weight around again, trying to carry more on his hands than his knees. That kicks Jared into gear with a little rock of his hips and Jensen quickly finds the rhythm. Though shallow, it’s better than being frozen for the last few minutes, and Jensen starts to put more into it to speed them up.
Jared picks up on the hint and holds steady to Jensen’s waist as he tugs Jensen in on each thrust. “Do it again,” he growls.
“Uh - wha - ” Jensen mutters, thinking that maybe he’s not breaking THE RULES if he’s not forming actual words.
“C’mon, man,” Jared huffs in between a few harsher thrusts, really nailing it to Jensen, “Say it.”
“You - well - ” he sputters until finally yelling, “THE RULES, dude …”
“Say my name!”
“NO TALKING!” Jensen shouts. “I thought we said no talking!”
Jared huffs, complains, “And we said no feelings, but that hasn’t stopped us.” Then he picks up the pace, as if covering up the fact he just kinda sorta maybe admitted to having feelings. For Jensen. Who is Jared’s best friend and co-star and definitely not gay. Neither of them are. They just like getting off on a regular basis and this is an easy answer to their dilemma.
Right?
RIGHT?
Instead of spiraling further into this crisis, Jensen ducks his head down to the bed and focuses on rocking his hips back and forth, meeting Jared’s snapping hips, feeling how deep that cock gets inside him and slides so perfectly against his prostate. At this angle, he can see his own dick bobbing between his legs and just beyond he can see Jared’s strong muscular thighs clenching with each thrust, his heavy balls smacking under Jensen’s ass, and fuck, that should be a very ugly sight. Instead, it makes Jensen’s own balls get hot and heavy, along with pretty much every other part of his body.
Soon enough, Jensen is panting with every hit deep inside, lube squelching with the speed they’re at, and Jared reaches around to squeeze at the base of Jensen’s dick. It’s should keep Jensen’s orgasm at bay, but it creates the very opposite reaction as heat blazes beneath Jensen’s skin and the firm grip around his dick has him calling out, “Shit, Jared.”
Jared tugs Jensen back to kneel upright, Jensen’s back to Jared’s chest, one hand still claiming Jensen’s dick in a tight hold and the other roaming all over Jensen’s body. Jaredn’s lips drag along Jensen’s neck as he murmurs, “yeah, baby,” and just like that, they’ve broken at least half THE RULES and Jensen feels like he’s breaking from the inside out. Especially when Jared wraps those long, thick arms around Jensen, holding tight as he fucks into Jensen at a break-neck pace. Jensen can only hold on; literally, his arms have nowhere else to go, even if he considered the option to not touch Jared while getting his brains fucked out of him. He has to admit it, touching Jared, holding onto him while fucking, is actually really pretty great …
He’s practically bouncing in Jared’s lap now, but goddamn ain’t it the best they’ve had since starting this whole thing. Especially when Jared holds a slack fist around Jensen’s dick to let him fuck into the grip and tucks the other under Jensen’s chin to nudge him back. Their lips meet in a messy, open-mouthed kiss with tongues unruly at this angle and this pace.
So much is racing through his brain, like needing to come STAT, wanting to get a better position to really give it back to Jared, or even that they probably have just one or two RULES left to break. And that means they’re royally fucked … well, more fucked than before.
Though, Jensen can say he’s never been fucked like this before … and he’s grateful when Jared’s fist closes tighter and creates the perfect tunnel for Jensen to fuck as he rocks forward, then gets fucked on Jared’s dick when he’s yanked back into place. It isn’t much longer, Jensen can only take so much of this onslaught, until he’s shooting over Jared’s hand. Thankfully, that sets Jared over the edge, too, so Jensen’s ass doesn’t have to suffer much more.
After, Jensen may or may not use Jared’s full legal name when he lets out a very breathy, annoyed, yet exhilarated, “Jared fucking Padalecki,” as he stares up at the ceiling.
Jared darkly chuckles from beside him and glances over - their first bout of eye contact since they left the living room to head here - and Jensen can’t help but stare back. Jared’s got him nailed down with fucked-out-tired eyes, a little dazed and lazy, and his tongue tucked between a few crooked teeth like a delighted little kid who just got the last cookie.
Jensen’s dick makes a feeble attempt to twitch, because damn, that look slinks under Jensen’s skin and settles all hot and tingly somewhere deep in his chest.
In the span of the next hour, they do manage to break the rest of the RULES as Jared sidles up to tuck in tight against Jensen as they take a quick recovery nap, and then there’s more than enough eye contact when Jared rolls over onto Jensen to kiss his way across every inch of Jensen’s body.
They’re so very fucked, Jensen thinks. Maybe for the best this time …