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Trust Me, 1/1, R, J2
Title: Trust Me
Author:Vamphile
Pairing: J2
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: 450 +/-
Summary Jared wants to try something new. Jensen's not so sure.
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TRUST ME
Jensen's never really been into any of that time consuming bondage shit. People have wanted him to be. Big green eyes, soft lips, yeah, they want him to be vulnerable and trusting. He just wants to get off, plus, naked here, not a good time to be feeling out of control of things. So he never went beyond a few ties on the wrists and even then it was when he was actually “in a relationship”.
Jared changed that. Jared changed everything.
It started slow, see, Jared is the motherfucking king of dirty talk, so while Jensen was riding his thigh while they were making out on the couch like a couple of high school kids Jared would whisper all this shit that Jensen was only half paying attention to… that was until one day Jared let him by the hand to the bedroom and there was some complicated shit set up in there.
“Farfegnugen .”
Jared nodded. “If you’re really not into it. I just thought…”
Jensen looked critically at all the work Jared had put in, and wondered if Jared could make him nervous, because he never had, and if it wasn’t a trust issue, it was just a hang up, and he didn’t need any more of those, thank you very much.
“What’s this do?”
“Keeps your ankles apart, keeps you open and ready for me, whenever I decide it’s time.”
His voice dropped low, just like they were on the couch. He was standing close, invading Jensen's space, rubbing his thumbs over the cut of Jensen's hip. “I’ll put it away.”
“Wait. You promise we can stop if I don’t like it?”
“Jensen, we can stop right now.”
Jensen took a deep breath, centered himself and pulled off his shirt, tossing it across the bed to the hamper. “No, I’m good.”
The shirt got tangled in something attached to the ceiling and they both laughed, releasing the tension better than anything else might.
“Just trust me Jensen, gonna make you feel good, great even, but you gotta be pliable. Tell me if it hurts, if it’s uncomfortable, but let me arrange you, put you where I want you. How I’ve dreamed of seeing you. I promise you’re gonna shoot so hard you’ll see stars.”
When Jensen was on his knees, on the bed, his ankles spread and his arms suspended from the ceiling he surprised himself by submitting so readily to the blindfold, enjoying giving over his hard-kept control to Jared.
He shifted his weight, and knew he shouldn’t be surprised that Jared was right.
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Author:Vamphile
Pairing: J2
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: 450 +/-
Summary Jared wants to try something new. Jensen's not so sure.
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brianslave68 TRUST ME
Jensen's never really been into any of that time consuming bondage shit. People have wanted him to be. Big green eyes, soft lips, yeah, they want him to be vulnerable and trusting. He just wants to get off, plus, naked here, not a good time to be feeling out of control of things. So he never went beyond a few ties on the wrists and even then it was when he was actually “in a relationship”.
Jared changed that. Jared changed everything.
It started slow, see, Jared is the motherfucking king of dirty talk, so while Jensen was riding his thigh while they were making out on the couch like a couple of high school kids Jared would whisper all this shit that Jensen was only half paying attention to… that was until one day Jared let him by the hand to the bedroom and there was some complicated shit set up in there.
“Farfegnugen .”
Jared nodded. “If you’re really not into it. I just thought…”
Jensen looked critically at all the work Jared had put in, and wondered if Jared could make him nervous, because he never had, and if it wasn’t a trust issue, it was just a hang up, and he didn’t need any more of those, thank you very much.
“What’s this do?”
“Keeps your ankles apart, keeps you open and ready for me, whenever I decide it’s time.”
His voice dropped low, just like they were on the couch. He was standing close, invading Jensen's space, rubbing his thumbs over the cut of Jensen's hip. “I’ll put it away.”
“Wait. You promise we can stop if I don’t like it?”
“Jensen, we can stop right now.”
Jensen took a deep breath, centered himself and pulled off his shirt, tossing it across the bed to the hamper. “No, I’m good.”
The shirt got tangled in something attached to the ceiling and they both laughed, releasing the tension better than anything else might.
“Just trust me Jensen, gonna make you feel good, great even, but you gotta be pliable. Tell me if it hurts, if it’s uncomfortable, but let me arrange you, put you where I want you. How I’ve dreamed of seeing you. I promise you’re gonna shoot so hard you’ll see stars.”
When Jensen was on his knees, on the bed, his ankles spread and his arms suspended from the ceiling he surprised himself by submitting so readily to the blindfold, enjoying giving over his hard-kept control to Jared.
He shifted his weight, and knew he shouldn’t be surprised that Jared was right.
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