Fic: Reveal, Jared/Jensen, NC-17, Supernatural RPF, sequel to Charade

[stripytights]

Title: Reveal
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural RPF
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Kinks: mild D/s, fingerfucking, riding,
Notes: Technically a sequel to Charade in which Jensen turned the tables on Jared but can be read without reference to it. Written for smpc

Summary: Jared turns up at Jensen's house at half six. Later than he promised in Charade but still there and waiting for what Jared will give him.

Jared could have taken a photo of Jensen's address scrawled on his back in indelible marker and puzzled it out that way instead. He could have squinted for hours making out the tiny letters and then turned up at half past five, even though every single bone in his body was rebelling at the thought. But he did what he knew Jensen had wanted. Did it, even though everything inside of him was cringing at the thought. He drove to Gen's house and banged at the door. She was still half-asleep as she collected beer bottles and picked up trash, and he took a bag and helped. If he was helpful right now, then maybe she wouldn't stare at him so hard when he asked her to read a stranger's address written in permanent marker off the small of his back. His luck wasn't holding though, when he got up the courage to yank off his shirt and let her trail curious fingers over his body, she looked at him with a truly puzzled expression.

"Didn't you have any paper?" she asked and Jared flushed, could feel it spreading hot and dull over his face, because when he thinks about the brush of the pen over his back in lieu of paper, he can remember Jensen's fingers pressing easily at his entrance, sliding inside for a moment like a tease he can't get out of his head.

"It's complicated," he said stubbornly. "Are you going to give me the address?"

She reeled it off to him, and added. "Looks like the joint last night might have been your safer option after all hm?"

She's right (though he's not going to say that) but part of him is responding to the thrill of the whole thing, the idea that this is new and unwalked territory, that sits in the bottom of his stomach and makes him ache with the thought. He's never been into anything like this before. Never considered that a stranger could make him throw away years of an established sexual pattern just from the way he looked and talked and acted like Jared couldn't move him an inch beyond where he wanted to go himself. There was a challenge there, and Jared had always been bad at refusing that.

Before he left, Gen leaned on the door. "Have a good time," she said cheekily, and then without a change in expression. "I know where you'll be."

There was an odd brand of reassurance in that actually. He couldn't imagine Jensen actually being a serial killer, not after last night. Not even with all that cool assurance and magnetic presence, but it really was better safe than sorry, and the thought that Gen at least would send out a search party if Jensen decided to break out the whips and chains was pretty comforting. He left with a grin, and then realized that he still had several hours to while away before he turned up on Jensen's doorstep. A really long shower took up some of that, a tentative exploration of his body after last night, the realization that after everything that had happened, not a mark had been left on him except on the inside - the bit of him that wanted to do it all over again. Then he pottered a bit with his work before remembering what Jensen had said about turning up wet and ready. In the light of day, reaching a hand around to fuck himself in the ass with his fingers was exactly nothing like the night before on a few beers with Jensen's fingers inside him, and he began to regret the whole business. Something kept him going though, using his fingers to press in as much lube as he could, a cold presence inside him slowly warming, and there was a faint flush of effort to it - he could feel the sweat prickling down his back though some part of him thought it might be shame instead.

As it actually turned out, he was late after all. Some shred of pride kept him from turning up on the dot - while it was still light outside for goddamn's sake, and a traffic jam did the rest. When he finally arrived, it was closer to half six than it was to six, and he had to wait while the doorbell rang and Jensen answered. It gave him a chance to look around at the surprisingly nice house. There was a patch of garden outside and he occupied himself in calculating how much it would be worth in the present market. When the door opened, he was taken by surprise. Jensen was there in bare feet and if he wasn't quite the man who'd bent Jared over the night before, made him take it and made him like it, neither was he the man Jared had first met at the party. "You're late," he said, no disappointment in his face, more as though he was only stating a fact that couldn't be changed even though he wasn't pleased.

"Traffic," Jared replied, wondering when he was actually going to step inside - he didn't want to be standing here for all the neighbours to see, even if they wouldn't have a clue what he was doing there - which raised the question, did Jensen do this a lot? He thrust the thought away and waited expectantly. Jensen tapped his lip but eventually stepped aside and let Jared come in, and toe off his shoes. In his own house, and his own space he seemed more comfortable, as though he was going to be taking his time with this and without waiting for permission, Jared sat down, thinking that this was way more awkward than he'd thought it would be. Some part of his brain, he realized, had expected Jensen to do something like order him to strip on walking into the room, to lie himself across the sofa and get fucked. The thought sent a shiver down his back that he was beginning to acknowledge was anticipation rather than any fear or shame. Jensen remained looking down on him for long seconds.

"Do you want a drink?" he said finally.

"No," Jared said, not bothering to add an explanation.

"Be very sure of that," Jensen said, a firmness slipping into his tone that hadn't been present before. "Once this begins, I'll be fucking you until the end of it. So if you want water or you want a beer so you can pretend all over again that it's the alcohol talking and not you, then ask for it."

This particular writhe up Jared's spine was shame now at the thought, but he kept his gaze steady and only let himself flinch internally. He'd been caught off guard last night, tonight was going to be different. "I'm good," he said.

"Excellent. Upstairs then," and Jared climbed the stairs, aware at every moment of Jensen behind him, warm and solid. The bedroom he found on the right was nondescript in every sense of the word, barely inhabited even, certainly no sign of the chains that Jared had been imagining, and he clawed off his socks with his feet and began to strip without a word. Jensen watched him, and the enforced silence, the light of the day and that assessing gaze were all beginning to get to Jared a bit, embarrassment coiling in his stomach, not even a hint of arousal yet, and part of him was thinking that this was what Jensen wanted. Jared thrown as off balance as the night before. When he was done, he strode towards Jensen, because nudity wasn't something Jared was exactly unfamiliar with or ashamed of.

As he reached out his hands for Jensen's t-shirt though, the look on Jensen's face stopped him. "You don't touch," Jensen said softly, "until I tell you. Now get on that bed," and it was that which started the first slow spiral of heat clenching in Jared's belly, that twitched at his cock almost visibly. He thought of protesting like the night before, of saying 'make me' and rejected it. He'd save his strength until he actually got Jensen on the bed. So turning his face away and burying it in the pillow, he lay down flat, every nerve exposed and waiting for what was coming, sight taken away for a moment, every inch of him primed and nervous for the touch of Jensen's skin on his.  He had to wait as the unmistakable sounds of Jensen undressing reached him, even in this temporary darkness of his head buried in his bed, his hearing more accurate, the faint clink of a belt buckle dropping to the floor, and then finally, finally Jensen climbing on the bed, the faint dip of it near Jared and still nothing touching him.

Jensen's voice was calm when he finally spoke again. "Legs apart Jared. I want to check your work," and Jared bit his lip and with an effort of will slid his legs a little apart and tilted up his ass, the close stuffiness of the air between his mouth and the bed almost making him dizzy, as he imagined Jensen just looking and not touching, as though he could tell how long Jared had spent at it, fruitless boring minutes working himself open, lubing himself up just so he'd have done what Jensen told him to, and now his cock is beginning to thicken against the sober cotton of the bedspread, slow pulse of blood through it from nothing more than Jensen inspecting him. The first touch is like a blow, it's so unexpected, even though it's just Jensen running a finger down Jared's ass, avoiding his hole for the moment, and Jared almost jerks away, like he's already keyed up to such a point that he can't take it. The first slap surprises him, but somewhat less than that first touch had.

Without the beer, without the aching hardness of arousal that can't be stopped, without two fingers in his ass driving him wild, holding him apart, waiting and ready for Jensen, the slap stings bright and hot and warm, not painful just shocking, and Jared set his shoulders and waited for the next one, only it didn't come, just the effortless slide of one of Jensen's fingers in, like he was determined to catch Jared out and it was working. He could feel every press of Jensen pushing his finger in, strong and certain and he had no idea at all why it felt so much better like this, than it'd felt when it was his own fingers. He knew what to do, he'd fucked enough people, why couldn't he make it good for himself?

The chain of thought was broken off by Jensen's words. "Not bad. You're wet enough. Did you enjoy it?"

"No," he muttered, though he wasn't sure he could be heard. The answer was rewarded by a second finger pushing in.

"What a pity. I guess I'll have to do it for you," and Jared registered vaguely that the reason he was feeling all of this so much more was that he'd been fucked for the first time in years the night before and he wasn't used to it. That didn't stop the involuntary movement of his thighs a little further apart so Jensen could get at him better, and it didn't escape Jensen's notice either. "That's the spirit Jared," he said, his voice lower and more intimate now, to match the two fingers that were pressing in deep enough that Jared could feel his toes curling at the sensation, the fullness, the feeling that there was something he was missing, that if he could just get Jensen in more or deeper or thicker, then he'd know exactly what it was. Like Jensen could read his mind, he pressed in a third finger fast and hard and Jared nearly came off the bed from it, too much, too fast and he could feel the sweat beading on his skin, the dry flush of his face, and the words choked in his mouth, the no caught mid-way between throat and pillow as he opened exactly as Jensen wanted him to, without a word of protest, and it still didn't feel good enough, but he also felt like stopping now would be a crime. It's the illusive sensation that soon something's going to feel good enough to make up for it all.


"You preferred my tongue I think," and Jared's hips gave a convulsive thrust down at that, at the memory of Jensen's tongue pushing into him, opening him up, making him come on it, less rigid, more sensitive, and Jensen seems to know exactly where to touch, what to say, to get Jared aching and desperate and ready for him. Jared couldn't even say what he wanted, whether he wanted Jensen to go on fucking him with his hand, to spread him wide like that and make him take it, riding that edge between pain and fulfillment that Jared had never even considered before, and now can't stop thinking about it. Or if he just wanted Jensen to fuck him, pure and simple. He clenched his hands into the bedsheet and waited for whatever Jensen gave him, the choice out of his hands for the moment, a pleasure that he was introduced to the night before and which he thought he might find it hard to give up again. Jensen was busy fucking him with his fingers now, swift hard press of all three in, and he's adjusted his angle enough that it's actually good, that Jensen's brushing his prostate every now and again - but not too hard as though he didn't want Jared to enjoy it too much yet. When Jensen pulled out, it left Jared aching and ready, some undeniable impulse twisting through him that made him want to open his mouth and beg Jensen to just fuck him or anything he wants but not to stop touching him. He held the words in, because this was bad enough, at someone else's beck and call, getting fucked by them without reference to what he wanted, to beg them for more would be one step too far.


Even the resource of the pillow was soon gone though, keeping his face unseen and his words muffled, when Jensen gave him a sharp push with one hand and told him to roll over. Jared did what he said, and rolled over, and wondered exactly what was putting that light in Jensen's eyes at the sight of Jared's face. "Beautiful," Jensen murmured, and brushed a strand of hair away from Jared's face with a firm hand. "Now jerk yourself off." It's a change up from what Jared was expecting but he curled a hand around his cock and got to work, exactly as he liked it, hard and rough, more attention to the head than anywhere else, and Jensen watched Jared's face, not his dick, as though he was a curiosity that he wanted to take apart and examine. "Enough," he said sharply when Jared was hitting the end stretch and it was enough of an effort to stop that it had Jared biting his lip and shoving his hands down by his sides, cock twitching and hard and wet, desperate to finish. Jensen flopped down beside him now and tossed over a bottle of lube and a condom, that had been buried in the bedspread. "Put this on me," he ordered, and Jared obeyed, given leave to touch Jensen for the first time. The condom went on first, a careful unroll that gave Jared time to think about where Jensen's dick was gonna be, the thickness of it making his ass clench at the thought, a second time in twenty four hours of being fucked senseless.

The lube was simple to apply - a slick of it over the length of Jensen's dick, shining brightly and wetly on the plastic, and Jared looked at Jensen for guidance, the thought already second nature in this space. Jensen was watching him still, full lip caught between his teeth, eyes wide with an unveiled greed as though watching Jared do this was all he'd ever wanted from life. Jared wasn't exactly a stranger to being wanted, had prided himself for years on being fucking irresistible when he wanted to be, but this was different. This was Jensen staring at him, like Jared doing what he was told was the hottest thing he'd ever seen, and that made an additional heat flicker through Jared, like a feedback loop that he couldn't get out of if he wanted to. He wanted to keep that look in Jensen's eyes, that darkened lust, and so he did what he'd never do just for himself. He tried out begging. "I need it," he said, words stumbling as they left his mouth, "Jesus, Jensen, just fuck me," and he was rewarded by Jensen looking at him as though there was nothing else in the whole damned world than Jared begging Jensen to fuck him.

"Ride me," Jensen said hoarsely, the closest he'd come in two nights to ever losing control, and Jared shuddered at the thought and at the sound, that all he'd needed to do to get Jensen wholly onboard and losing it was to give up even pretending to have control.

"Yes," he mumbled, "yes," and he was climbing on top of Jensen, skin slipping against skin, every touch magnified in those seconds, settling himself down over Jensen's hips, fingers grasping his slick cock and guiding it to his hole, open and ready and waiting for Jensen to thrust up and fill him. It was a long, slow slide down, Jensen's cock feeling bigger and thicker than it had even the night before, even after Jared had been fucked open on his own fingers and Jensen's, gravity doing half the work. Jensen's fingers were indented in his hips, dragging him down those final few inches and Jared could barely keep his eyes open at the feeling. He found himself thanking God he kept his gym visits up because even so the strain on his thighs from lifting himself up and then fucking himself back down was bad enough. Jensen was barely helping at all, lying back and watching as Jared rolled his hips down and took him so deep that he could barely keep his eyes open at the sensation.

When Jared's hands drifted to his dick, Jensen caught at them. "No," he said, and now there was a smile, the sort of smile that said this was how he wanted Jared to come. "Hands behind your back," and Jared stared at him for a moment, ceased his movement. Jensen waited for him to comply, and sure enough Jared found himself putting his hands behind his back, clasping them tight, set off balance from the feeling, his center of gravity disturbed at the fact that he couldn't use his hands. The ache spread through him faster now, his dick needing to be touched, but he kept his hands behind him, used only his thighs and the strong tug of Jensen's hands to keep going, faster now, climbing towards a peak that he could just about see and feel, Jensen shuddering beneath him now, and then finally taking pity on him, and jerking him off, hard and fast, exactly the way Jared had shown he liked it, and something about that thought, that Jensen had watched and remembered exactly what he needed, had Jared spilling all over Jensen's hands and chest, lost and wide-eyed for a second at the feeling. He just barely felt Jensen's fingers dig into him or Jensen practically rolling him off his cock so he could get the condom off and come over Jared, hot and wet and everywhere.


There was silence for the next few minutes as both of them caught their breath. Jared stared at the ceiling and waited for the same wave of shame that had hit him the night before, at the idea that he'd let someone he didn't even know, do this not just once, but twice, that he'd come harder from it than he'd ever come in his life before, and that he just wanted to do it again. There was nothing there though, nothing but a lazy satisfaction that they'd both had a great lay, as though Jared's brain had given up pondering the 'who's' 'whys' and 'whats' of the situation and gone with the conclusion that the end was more than worth the struggle.

Comments

[wendy.livejournal.com]

*fans self madly* Hot and sexy and gorgeous. Love Jensen watching and learning, love Jared giving in and getting everything.

[stripytights.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! I'm really glad that you enjoyed it.

[keep-waking-up.livejournal.com]

I'd always been curious about what Jared did with the note on his back. I was surprised by how willingly he followed Jensen's orders, barely a hint of a struggle. Jensen must have really gotten underneath his skin! I'm glad Jared doesn't feel guilty about it anymore.

[stripytights.livejournal.com]

I think that when he throws himself into something, he goes all the way! Thanks.

[miss-morland.livejournal.com]

Not really my fandom, but the way you write sex is always so gorgeous and sensual and hot, and this is no different! I love the continuing power play between them in particular: "Ride me," Jensen said hoarsely, the closest he'd come in two nights to ever losing control, and Jared shuddered at the thought and at the sound, that all he'd needed to do to get Jensen wholly onboard and losing it was to give up even pretending to have control. Nnnghh.

[stripytights.livejournal.com]

You're always so kind and it's always appreciated I can assure you! I'm so glad the sex worked for you on a visceral level because that's always what I want to hit. Thanks again.

[certainthings.livejournal.com]

oh wow. kind of hoping this turns into a series.

[stripytights.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Glad you enjoyed though I'm not sure where could be gone from here!

[katstark.livejournal.com]

Oh, yum! Jared handing over his control so fully to Jensen was so delicious. The visual of him riding Jensen with his hands behind his back - nngh! 10 kinds of wow!

[stripytights.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much! I love the idea of honour bondage so it was really fun to slip that in - glad it worked.

[laurathelurker.livejournal.com]

Well that was just hot as hell and a perfect continuation of a great first story.

[stripytights.livejournal.com]

Thank you, appreciate the comment!

[masja-17.livejournal.com]

Read both in a row! Awesome! And so hot! Liked the way that Jared's idea got turned around. Took me by surprise. And the follow up! You made my day! Thanks for sharing!

♡

[stripytights.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm really glad you enjoyed them both.

[tipsy-kitty.livejournal.com]

So freaking hot! Read them both and loved their dynamic, and how Jensen's sway made Jared reconsider what he thought he wanted.

[stripytights.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much, and so glad that the dynamic worked in both!

[equally-dour.livejournal.com]

Nghh, so good!

[stripytights.livejournal.com]

:D thank you!

[kinkajou.livejournal.com]

This verse is amazing and perfect and is killing me with hotness, and, just... *melts into an incoherent puddle of goo*

[stripytights.livejournal.com]

Very kind of you to say, thank you v much!

[firesign10.livejournal.com]

SUPER hot and yummy!!!

[stripytights.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much!

[firesign10.livejournal.com]

Delicious scene!!

[firesign10.livejournal.com]

(See, I kept the tab and read it again and it was STILL so steamy! *purrs*)

[stripytights.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much, double comments are always lovely to get and I'm glad you enjoyed!

[lishel_fracrium.livejournal.com]

Guh *is broken* more please this is like the hottest thing i think i have ever read.

[stripytights.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! Really glad you liked.

awesome skills...

[(Anonymous)]

I love your writing skills... the sex was super hot and the way you write Jared's thoughts was awesome...