FIC: With a Heart in the Middle (hard R)

[unamaga]

Guys. You're making me worry and fret like a grandma again. Hasn't June already hit its quota of horridness? Isn't it time for some summerific awesomesaucity? I don't even know what to DO to make you all feel better, except, yanno, maybe post a ficlet about pie and Jared's ass? Would that help?

Title: With a Heart in the Middle
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: hard R
Wordcount: 422 words
Notes: Tiny ficlet written for the lovely ms. kashmir1 in an effort to cheer her up, and completely lacking in anything resembling plot. Seriously. It's all just pie and Jared's ass. And the title? Yeah, I went there.

It’s not Jensen’s fault. No, really.

He’s minding his own goddamn business when Jared comes up to him in the vegetable aisle with a pie in each hand and says, “Cherry or Apple?” in this sweet, innocent voice that immediately sends Jensen into a very vivid fantasy of pie spread all over Jared’s naked back and ass.

So, uh, yeah.

-

“Kinky bastard,” Jared gasps hoarsely.

Jensen ignores him, focusing instead on the sweet tang of cherry under his tongue and the way Jared’s fingers are slipping where he’s trying to hold himself open for Jensen’s mouth. There’s a spicy zing of cinnamon when Jensen twists his tongue just there, and a hint of apple growing stronger the further up he moves.

His fingers are sticky and slick, easy to slide into Jared while his mouth inches away towards Jared’s tailbone – one and then two, curling at the tips. Jared lets out a strangled sound above him, nails digging in and turning his skin white with pressure. Jensen mouths up Jared’s spine, working his ass open with slow, steady thrusts, adding a third finger when he thinks Jared is ready.

“Gonna fuck you so good, Jay,” he mumbles. His teeth find the shell of Jared’s ear. “You want it?”

Jared lets out a shuddery breath and nods, curling strands of his hair tickling Jensen’s chin. “Yeah, I – yeah.”

They don’t use lube – don’t even need to, not with the filling making Jared warm and pliant. Jensen slides right in as soon as his fingers are out of the way, and Jared just gives under him, moaning something that has round edges like Jensen’s name.

Jensen rolls his hips slowly, chest sliding against Jared’s back and making it easy. He can tell the exact moment when the head of his cock bumps over Jared’s prostate, and mercilessly aims for the same spot on every thrust after, wringing little gasps and bitten-off curses out of Jared.

“Do it, come on,” Jensen murmurs, and a second later, Jared’s trembling and coming, his ass tight around Jensen’s cock.

Groaning, Jensen pulls out and closes his fist around his dick. He only tugs a few times, hard and fast, before he’s spilling over the small of Jared’s back and sinking his teeth into the side of Jared’s neck.

-

Jared throws a toothbrush at Jensen when he sees the mark and then wrestles him into the shower stall, yelling obscenities. “You little fucker! I am not a pie!”

Jensen almost falls over, wheezing with laughter.