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Jensen’s phone blows up the moment he deactivates the flight mode. He hasn’t even gotten his luggage yet but he’s nervous and craves a cigarette, which happens - never. Today is a special day though, it calls for special measures, too. The constant vibrating is a little irritating and Jensen opens his messenger app while waiting for his suitcase delivered on the moving floor. Everything here is subtitled in French, Jensen wonders if his school French will be of any help here if someone doesn’t speak English. Things you never consider when crossing the US borders apparently!
»Babe, have you landed yet?« is Jared’s last message to him. It’s from 30 minutes ago. Due to bad weather conditions his flight was delayed two hours, he doesn’t really blame Jared for being extra nervous here. He opens the app and types a short answer.
» I landed a couple minutes ago. Bad weather. Waiting for my luggage now. I’ll call you when I’m at the hotel, okay? «
Jared is online immediately and responds.
» You don’t have to call me right away, I mean, he’s gonna be there soon right? «
Jensen’s heart is about to flow over by just thinking of his date tonight. A big smile shines in his face and he wonders if people stare at him now. Staring at his phone and grinning like an idiot, that’s how he looks for sure.
»I haven't read his messages yet, but possibly? I’ll keep you updated.«
Jared’s online sign doesn’t even vanish anymore.
»Yes, babe. Get there, become comfortable with him and don’t forget what you promised me. I love you.«
»How could I ever forget that? Love you, too, babe.«
Now Jared seems to be offline, his status changes from green to red. Probably he’s going to have dinner now. Jensen will have to have a nice dinner once he’s arrived at the bed ‘n breakfast he booked just a couple of days ago. Just before Christmas, actually. A decision he made with Jared together, a little tipsy from the eggnog they made themselves, and now Jensen really is here. He traveled a total of eight hours so far to see him.
Ugh, even thinking of it makes him tingly all over. Now that Jared seems busy he can open another chat that is not exactly overflowing, but his partner is very needy in terms of communicating today, which is no surprise. They’re all a little excited here. Nervous even.
»I’m on the bus, will arrive around 7pm in Vancouver. I can’t wait to see you.
»Traveling sucks, I want to be there on time but there’s traffic, it will be 7.30pm maybe.«
»Have you landed? I’m so excited.«
»I have a very big pimple on my chin, it makes me nervous.«
Jensen laughs and then replies.«
»Don’t worry about being a little late, I just want you here, sweetheart.«
He also adds: »Also, do not worry about a pimple, I’m sure I won’t even notice.
His suitcase crosses him and he manages to drag it off the moving floor before it disappears again and he has to wait an additional round. He’s so caught up in his chats, he didn’t even notice that it maybe passed him already one or two times. He didn’t pack that much stuff, but enough stuff that it didn’t fit in his backpack. Some things, also, shouldn’t be seen by airport guards. He’s not prude, but also doesn’t want to wear a neon sign saying “kinkster” around here. His phone vibrates thrice again on his way out of the crowded airport into the crispy winter air of Vancouver. It’s gonna be a short trip, but definitely worth every dollar he spent on it last minute. Snowflakes melt on his face and he has to wipe them out of his face while looking for a cab. He knocks at a window and the taxi driver gets out of the car.
“Hi, do you drive over to this location?” Jensen asks and shows his phone display with the screenshot of Google Maps he made just in case he wouldn’t have a working connection right away.
The taxi driver nods and turns to Jensen to take his luggage. He puts it in the trunk. “Sure thing, young man. Get in. There will be traffic.”
The bed ‘n breakfast is really sweet, just like displayed on the photos. Jensen shows his credit card and his reservation confirmation and the host shows him the room. The view out the window shows woods, treetops covered and heavy in freshly fallen snow. The bed looks comfy, the room is clean and light, Jensen sighs in happiness when he sees the big bathtub in the en suite bathroom. Just perfect. On a small desk he finds a folder which contains a collection of useful info of nearby attractions, saunas, swimming pools, but also doctor’s contacts and several other things Jensen isn’t sure he might need it, but it’s good to know anyways. It’s not his first time abroad, but the first time he’s on vacation without Jared. It feels odd and exciting at the same time. He slips out of his shoes and then sits down on the bed. The mattress isn’t too hard, which he appreciates. Sitting here he looks at his watch, 7.15pm, he should be here soon. Jensen takes his phone and opens his unread messages.
»I’m in Vancouver now. Sitting in the cab. Driver says 30 minutes.«
»Let me guess, there will be traffic.«
»Yep. Traffic. I’m so so sooo nervous.«
»Me, too. I can’t wait to be with you. 30 minutes.«
»What if we don’t get along?«
»We will. I’m sure we will.«
Jensen is sure of it, but his heart is also racing, his palms a little sweaty. And maybe he is trembling. A little. Just a tiny bit. He wants to calm down, both of them need to calm down, but it’s ultimately hard. It’s always like this. It’s always this kind of excitement and thrill that makes Jensen feel alive.
»If you say so, I will believe you. 25 minutes.«
»25 minutes too long, baby boy«
»*blushes* When you call me that when I arrive I might get weak in the knees.«
»That was the plan all along. Get you on your knees and hold you tight.«
»GOD, Jensen…«
»Just Jensen is enough.«
Jensen gets up and places the phone on one of the nightstands and then hurries to unpack his bag, at least some stuff. Toothbrush, shower gels, that kind of stuff. There’s even some bath salt for the tub. He’ll definitely take a long bath, he hopes not alone. The minutes still feel stretched but also in a time lapse until his phone vibrates again. This time it’s a constant vibrating, someone’s calling. Oh damn, he wanted to text Jared! He’s really nervous.
He answers the phone first. A trembling voice.
“I’m at the bed ‘n breakfast, can you pick me up at the entrance?”
Alex is petite, not just small. Looks fragile like a porcelain doll with his pale skin, the honey blonde hair and these big puppy eyes. The backpack looks like it's tearing him down and Jensen would offer a hand. Yes, he would. But he's stunned by seeing him, life and in the flesh, right in front of him.
This. Is really. Happening.
This is no romantic daydream.
He's here. With Jensen. For Jensen.
Alex sees him coming and his eyes grow even wider, he smiles brightly and reveals the adorable little tooth gap. Jensen is not really able to say anything, he just opens his arms and Alex dives in the hug. They clash into each other, laughing in relief and happiness. Jensen holds Alex tight, buries his face in his hair that smells so perfectly of heavy vanilla. Alex clings onto him, his hands around Jensen's neck.
“I made it, I really made it.”
Jensen nods. “We made it. I'm so happy to see you.” He mumbles it in the boy's hair, he can't let go of him right now, it feels too good to be true. His hand ruffles the full and sweetly scented hair and he places the first shy kiss on Alex's temple.
Snowflakes tumble around them, it's really a bit cold, Jensen knows, but he doesn't even feel it. All he can feel and see and smell is his boyfriend. His real, very real boyfriend. This moment is something Jensen wants to remember later and call it a landmark of his life. Something that mattered. Alex is so pretty, prettier than any selfie could ever reveal. There is a silent shiver running through Alex's body and he sniffs.
“Are you okay?”
Jensen now withdraws, holding Alex on his shoulders and looking in that so God damn pretty face. A tear rolls down Alex's cheek and he brushes it away while blushing pretty pink.
“I'm just so.. happy… I thought this was not happening. Even in the cab I thought…. You won't be here.”
Jensen cups Alex's face. He looks up, big blue watery eyes.
“But we're here. We are really here. And I won't go away.” He also hopes Alex won't.
The boy nods softly and then buries his face on Jensen's chest again. He should wear his jacket outside, just in his baseball shirt the cold starts biting him. “Let's go inside, I'll show you the room.”
Alex nods, but it takes a moment for him to let go. “Once you're ready we'll go out for dinner? Or would you rather have something delivered?” he asks, taking Alex's hand. He follows, his grip tight. “I think I want to spend tonight in a restaurant first… if that's okay?”
Jensen snorts. “Sure, boy, that's why I asked you.”
He opens the door to their room and lets Alex go inside first.
“Wow, it's small but so cozy! I love it!”
Alex turns to Jensen, the bright smile on his face is contagious. Jensen's heart skips a beat. He feels like simmering on low flame since they decided to meet and now they're here, in private, the first time and Jensen just feels like a teenager again. He's tingly and excited, and Alex is just way too beautiful. He needs to clear his throat before he asks Alex “Do you want to eat Mediterranean or rather … Thai? Chinese? I'm good with anything, I'm starving actually.”
Alex puts down his backpack on the crème beige sofa, his face is all pink. He's nervous, too. That helps Jensen a little.
“I would love to eat Japanese, sushi and mochi as desserts would be so great right now. Also, I won't mess with any tomato sauce, you have to know I'm clumsy.”
Jensen dares to get a little closer. It can't be that he behaves like a deer in the spotlight. He would make it awkward. And awkwardness kills moods.
“I remember the Bolognese accident you had when we skyped.”
Alex looks at him, his gaze wandering around in Jensen's face, obviously not sure where to look. In my eyes, look me in the eyes, he wants to say, but the fear of being awkward, or worse – rude! – keeps him from doing it. Alex chuckles, looks away, biting his lip.
“That was so embarrassing, I hoped you forgot it…”
“All of it saved in here,” Jensen points to his head. “How could I forget it? I thought it was very cute and adorable.”
The way Alex moves towards him just to turn away a second later is such a mixed signal that Jensen wants to sigh in frustration. It's a step towards him, then a step back. He reaches out and strokes Alex's cheeks. His skin is so heated up it seems absolutely possible he might catch fire any second. Instead of retreating, Alex leans in, puts his hand on Jensen's and then kisses his palm. It's shy. Jensen's set ablaze by just this innocent gesture.
“Was it also adorable when I took my shirt off the same evening?”, he asks, his lips still brushing Jensen's skin.
He wants to melt right here.
“No, that was mean and you know it.”
Alex grins.
“I thought you wanted to see me…”
“Believe me, I did and I still do.”
Now he turns away to his backpack and leaves Jensen absolutely desperate for more touches. Intense touches. Getting him out of his jacket and shirt and whatever was underneath today.
“I need to change… will only take a minute.”
Alex pulls clothes out of his backpack and there is something lace-ish catching Jensen's attention. Holy hell, does he want to tease Jensen into surrender?
“I, uh…”, Jensen rotates, “I will try to get us a table in a sushi restaurant while you're, ummm, do you need help changing maybe?”
Alex turns around, clothes dangling from his arm. “Well, maybe, you know, the…”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Hooks and eyelets. I haven't encountered a bra in a while but I guess…. I can do it.”
Alex gives him a smile. “Exactly.” He brushes along his – now – flattened chest.
Then he disappears in the bathroom and closes the door with a thud.
Jensen sinks on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He tries to ignore his heart beat or the sound of his hitched breath but it's too occupying. There has been a time when Jensen wouldn't even let Alex get out of his clothes by himself, rather tear them off with his teeth if necessary – and when he confessed to Jared after three years of marriage he's fallen for a cute petite enby trans boy he got to know on the internet, he thought he'd still be that kind of impatient bastard. Well, still impatient, still hormones making him dizzy and excited, but less of a bastard who would rush things. He wants this to be nice. And soft. And slow. He wants to be a gentleman.
He's Alex's first.
He won't fuck up.
With a sigh he takes his phone and texts Jared.
»He's here and he's stunning. Thank you for being the best hubby in the world. I love you.«
This time it takes Jared a couple of minutes to reply, in the middle of Jensen's call to the sushi bar Sakura .
»I just want you to be happy and share all the love you can give. I'm out with Gen and Danneel for a couple drinks. Love you, too.«
“Jensen?” Alex calls from the bathroom.
Jensen jumps and rolls off the bed. After Jared texted he was with friends it felt less weird to be here with another person. On a vacation that was intended to be romantic. Others wouldn't let their spouses go on such trips, but Jared was cool with it. After long talks and some tears on Jensen's side they agreed to see other people as long as everyone consented and honesty was a must.
Jensen is honest here. He fell for someone else but he still loves Jared. Even more than before they had this talk. Their connection got stronger when Jensen found love in someone else.
Bizarre, right?
Jensen breathes deeply, inhales and exhales before he opens the door to the bathroom. The room is lit and Alex sits on the brink of the tub. In his underwear. A white binder and black lace panties that look just stunning. And Jensen hasn't even seen all of it yet.
“Will you help me out of it?” he asks, fumbling on the white stretchy fabric. “I wore it for too long, I can't breathe.”
“Of course,” Jensen says, visibly gulping.
The sight is already seductive and he gets the feeling that Alex kind of wants to tease him but also is still quite innocent. Shy maybe.
Alex gets up and turns his side towards Jensen and raises his arm. A lot of hooks and eyelets. Damn. It looks really really tight and repressing. No wonder that he says it's hard to breathe.
“I want to wear something nice for you… the binder isn't exactly sexy.”
Jensen clicks his tongue and starts opening the hooks. Slowly. His fingers are trembling, his breath going deep but faster. Alex must hear it.
“You don't have to wear something ‘nice’ for me, though. You are already beautiful on your own. No need for accessories. But when you say it's hard to breathe with that thing, that's a reason I accept.”
Alex shudders slightly. Stares at the ceiling. It takes some dexterity to open all of this. The heat radiating from Alex's body, combined with… goosebumps. It feels like their heartbeats aligned. Jensen tries not to look, not to stare.
It's hard though.
“I want to wear it. I don't feel pressured.”
“Good. Wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable in your skin.”
Alex lowers his arm and gives Jensen a serious look.
“With you, no matter if online or now, I don't feel uncomfortable at all. I know you take me as I am and that's the first time I can say that about someone and not regret it later.”
“I will make sure you won't.”
Jensen is completely honest here and more serious than he's been in a while. Does he want Alex? Yes? No matter what he wears? Also yes. No matter his gender expression? Damn yes.
Alex raises his arm again and Jensen finishes opening the binder. When Alex turns his back on him, it's clear that they're not that far. Jensen hugs the boy from behind and kisses his shoulder. Alex leans in with a sigh and then pulls off the binder very slowly. It falls to the floor. In the bathroom mirror Jensen can see Alex's face, his neck and even deeper the curvature of… no, he won't peep. But his hands caress his slender shoulders, down his arms and his fingertips brush the outline of Alex's breasts and he doesn't complain at all. He trembles and sighs, a dreamy look in his face that Jensen can observe in the mirror.
“It's okay, I like it…”, he whispers and Jensen feels like a dying star on his way to explode and shatter in a million meteors.
When Alex turns around, he covers his breasts with his hands, just takes them away when Jensen pulls him close.
“I can feel your heartbeat… It's fast. Like a mouse's.”
“Yeah, I know,” Jensen breathes.
Alex stands on tippy toes, and then, finally, he kisses Jensen. It's a shy, innocent, almost chaste kiss but it makes Jensen's legs wobbly.
“Please, kiss me now,” Alex says in a pleading tone, “Kiss me properly. ”
And Jensen does.
III
Alex falls in the sheets, stretched out and looking so tempting, delicious like the sweet mochi they had in the sushi bar.
“Come here… join me.”
How could Jensen say no? He missed Alex's lips on his, the sweet taste of plum wine and warm breath brushing his cheeks. Alex opens his thighs and Jensen dives between them. Sinking in a deep kiss, Alex moans, soft and sweet. He encourages Jensen to touch him, take off these clothes. His blouse is opened quickly, button by button and Alex winds out of it and his jeans. Underneath, there is this beautiful lace bralette in black, fitting the panties he wears.
“You're so beautiful,” Jensen says, in absolute awe.
“Yes? I'm glad you like what I chose to wear.”
Jensen's lips trail Alex's neck along his collarbone. The response is immediate and damn intense. Bucking hips, goosebumps. A sigh. Jensen's cock jumps and throbs in his pants. So pure. Not acted. There is just raw and innocent Alex. Reacting to the first sexual experience. Jensen dares to move deeper, explore, be curious. He wants to get soaked in moans and sobs. Give Alex pleasure. Make him a wet and blissful mess. When he sneaks under the bralette and feels for the curve of Alex's breast, his partner arches in the touch with a pleading little sound.
“Feels good?” he asks.
Alex nods. “Better than good. Keep going…”
His breasts are small. Firm. Perfect for Jensen's hands to cup.
“Can I take it off?” he asks.
“Y-yeah…”
The bra has no hooks and eyelets, easy to remove, Alex just has to pull it over his head. Now he lies bare chested, blushing deeply. Jensen gulps. His round breasts are just perfect. Pink, tiny nipples, hardening now. Jensen can't help it. Just a gentle touch, a kiss on Alex's lips.
“Did I mention you're beautiful?”
Alex hides his face.
“Just a second ago … oh God…”
“Don't be shy, baby. I mean it.”
“I know, Jensen but… you're the first to … to see me like that.”
“I know that. And I feel honoured to be the first. Are you comfortable?”, Jensen asks, his hand slightly rubbing along Alex's arm.
“Yes, I'm just… nervous. But also…”
“Excited?”
“Very much so.”
Jensen's fingers start circling around Alex's nipple and another raw, oh very unfiltered reaction drips from Alex's mouth. His nipples –both!– harden.
“Fuck, Alex…”
He kisses his way downwards, licking along the hard nipple. Jensen is already intoxicated by these sweet responses. All the sighs and the hot trembling breath. When his hand slides in Alex's panties he feels the heat and the wetness before he even reaches all the way down.
Another “fuck”, Alex's hand grabs Jensen's. Not to pull it away, rather to encourage. Make him go deeper. And then Jensen parts Alex's labia.
“Jensen… oh God…”
“You're so wet…”
Alex sobs. “Just for you. Since we kissed… in the bathroom.”
Oh dear. Oh fuck. Holy shit. He's been like that for hours? Unbelievable.
He wants to be inside so badly. He wants Alex so much, it's driving him crazy.
“Baby… what do you want me to do? Tell me…”, he asks. Begging for permission, for guidance. He wants him. But only when given explicit and enthusiastic consent.
“Do you remember our… you know when you were home alone and I sent you pictures of me in fishnets … and you said you'd … oh – I can't .. I can't say it…”
Jensen dips his finger in Alex's wet and tight pussy. Just a little. Just a tiny bit. He's about to pass out. That's how massive the rush of blood from his head to his crotch jolts down.
Of course, Jensen remembers.
“You mean when I told you in very flowery and poetic detail I would rip those tights apart and eat you out until my tongue goes numb? That I'd wring out so many orgasms out of you until you forget your name? That occasion?”
Jensen retreats, now circling Alex's clit and he cries out, fingers clenching in Jensen's hair and squeezing his wrist.
“Yes,” he utters. “That's what I want…”
“Feel my tongue on your clit and a finger inside you? Make you go crazy?” Jensen asks, caught in this fantasy that was eating up his mind since he learned Alex was assigned female at birth. He daydreamed about this at work. At night when Jared was fast asleep beside him. While texting Alex. While sexting. While listening to the audios Alex recorded when he touched himself to Jensen's messages.
“Yes…” Alex repeats, with a stronger voice this time.
Jensen is more than happy. He leaves kisses all over this gorgeous, pale body, Alex smells of his heavy spicy perfume. These black lace panties look great, but they're in his way right now. Jensen pulls them down to Alex's ankles where he kicks them off.
Caught between these legs, it's a sexy dream coming true. First, Alex is shy but when Jensen kisses along his thighs, hums in obvious pleasure he opens up – literally.
“Oh, you shaved very thoroughly…”
Jensen's nose brushes over Alex's mound, kissing every inch he can reach. It's smooth, soft. Jesus. How can someone be so wet? His tongue feels deeper and deeper, diving in Alex's wetness and Jensen can't help it but utter a desperate and rough groan. It feels like Alex is ripping out strands of hair at the root, that's how hard he pulls. His knuckles turn white. When was the last time someone was so responsive with Jensen in bed? It feels like an eternity and the greed for more hits him like a smack in the guts.
“Actually… I went to a waxing salon,” Alex admits quietly.
Jensen groans even more.
“Good that I didn't shave then, stubbles kill.”
A shaky laugh is the answer.
Jensen's tongue slides between Alex's folds and brushes his clit. It feels like it's swelling already. Holy. Fuck. Jensen won't survive this. He's sure he's gonna die of utter bliss from just eating this boy out. No matter what he gains from that, he'll just drop dead. Pretty sure.
His finger teases Alex's entrance, but it's so wet, slippery that it just slides in. Alex squeaks. First instinct is to get away from what's causing him to feel so good, but Jensen keeps him steady.
“No, no, stay.”
“Jensen, it's so much.”
“I know. Feels good?”
“Amazing,” Alex sighs.
Hot shudders run down Jensen's spine right in his crotch. His throbbing dick is trapped in his jeans, and he humps the bed. Jesus fucking Christ, he's on fire!
He doesn't move his finger until he starts licking Alex's clit. Gently first, soft tongue, little pressure. Let his partner get used to it. His moans and the way he jerks his hips and scratches Jensen's scalp? Good idea. Start slow. When he moves his finger, slowly back and forth, in a steady rhythm, Alex cries out. You could think he's in pain if you just listened, but here on this bed, these sounds are sounds of pleasure and make Jensen almost burst in his pants. He's gonna cum so hard. If he lives long enough to bury his dick inside this wonderful tight and wet pussy.
The tangy, heavy smell of Alex is just tantalising. No one ever smelled that good. Fuck. Holy fuck, I'm losing my mind.
He tastes even better. Jensen can't get enough of it. All of it. He needs every single drop of Alex fluids. Needs. To. Have. It.
He buries his face in Alex's pussy, licking, sucking, fucking him with just one finger. Hopes to hit all the good spots. Needs to really, really hold on to not just fuck the boy silly.
Alex is a sobbing and trembling mess beneath him, breathless and stunned.
“Fuck, you taste so good Alex…. So … good.”
Alex squirms, hides his pink hot face.
“Do I?”, he asks through his fingers.
“Oh yes, can't get enough of it, baby.”
Alex slowly lowers his hand stares down, his eyes all glassy, lips parted. Breathing hard.
“I need another finger…” he says.
Jensen almost chokes on his own breath.
“You sure about that? Probably hurts…”
Alex is so damn tight, his pussy squeezes Jensen's finger already, working a second finger in there…. But also, Alex is so damn wet he might be able to take it without much pain.
“Yes, I want to feel more of you.”
“We'll give it a try, shall we?”
Alex nods, then he falls back on the pillows. Jensen pulls out and Alex whines, it's a desperate one. He's already addicted to these sweet sounds, carved in his brain, imprinted all over. Alex is all swollen and pink now, dripping wet, juices running everywhere. Even down to his ass. Oh Jensen didn't lie when he once said to Alex ‘You know I'm just an oral person. Giving, receiving, ass, pussy, cock, fingers. I want all of it.’
He's dashing, maybe a little cocky when he pushes his tongue down Alex's vagina, sucks on his sweet lips and then trails deeper to suck and swallow all the good stuff. His scent, his taste – there is nothing else on Jensen's mind than to fuck this beautiful boy with fingers, tongue and hopefully cock. Soon. He loves how earthy and clean Alex smells, how smooth he feels. How pliant.
He suckles on Alex's clit a bit longer, make him squirm and breathe heavy before he dares to push two fingers –index, middle– inside the promising silky and pulsating hole. A twist of his wrist, slow rhythm and arching his fingers – oh baby, come hither! – and he fucks Alex slowly. Gentle almost.
“Oh fuuuck ,” yes baby, fuuuck. That's it.
Alex's hip now meets his rhythm, they move together nonetheless against each other, Alex wants to meet his fingers deeper. No complaints about how it hurts. He gets loud. Very, very loud. It makes Jensen fucking lose it and he fucks Alex harder, encouraged by these moans and how high and shaky this voice sounds. Damn–
“Jensen… Jensen!”
He can't stop now, his lips are sealed on this hot and growing clit, he can feel it. Alex is about to come. Steady now! He keeps the rhythm, but sucking harder, his tongue flickering and circling and oh my God his boy is about to…
“I'm coming…”
Alex's voice is clear as a bell for these words until he drowns in incoherent, fucking loud pleasure noises. He clenches around Jensen's fingers, rips out some hair when clawing in his boyfriend's hair. Hips buck helplessly, he shivers and flutters. Clear and sweet juices drench Jensen's beard. He slows down, but doesn't stop until he feels the throbbing around his fingers flattens. Work through the climax, always.
“Holy…” Alex chokes on his words, then laughs. Almost hysterical. “I came so hard… holy shit I've never come that hard before…”
Jensen looks up and damn, he wants to see him cum. Face to face. The utter satisfaction, the stupid grin and these shiny eyes. This pretty face twisted in the moment of orgasming? Jensen would commit murder to witness that.
He kisses Alex's now overly sensitive little clit –the response is a tiny shiver. He feels still so damn tight. And it's so satisfying, so soothing and yet arousing how he still clenches around these two fingers.
“You refuse to let go, huh?” he says, voice raspy and deep.
Alex chuckles. Still in a haze.
“Yeah. God these feel better than my fingers would ever…” he clears his throat. “Didn't hurt at all.”
“That's good, baby. Means you're comfortable. Horny, too. Super horny.”
“Shut up. You made me all tingly when we … when we sexted. Now I know you didn't lie about stuff.”
Jensen wants to die between these thighs. Not today, but it's absolutely possible. Alex makes him feel so damn alive and like dying at the same time.
“Well, I was always completely honest. Nothing else makes sense.”
He showers these firm and soft thighs in kisses while he pulls out his fingers. Alex winces.
“Uhh, I feel… hollow now.”
Jensen smirks. “Don't worry, I'll make you feel full again in no time.”
It takes a couple of minutes for Alex to get up. Intertwined with still dressed Jensen, he almost dozed off.
“I need a shower.”
Jensen looks up, he got a little sleepy himself. And he would probably just pass out but the hard on he's sporting surely won't let him. Alex gives him a very shy smile. In the dim light of the nightstand lamps his body just casts the most beautiful shadows over his slender physique.
“Yeah, sure,” Jensen replies, now getting up on his arm.
“I still feel so sweaty. Do I smell bad?”
Jensen shakes his head. Absolutely not.
“No, you smell fantastic honestly. But if you feel more comfortable after a shower, why not?”
Alex reaches down for a kiss that could last forever, and Jensen pulls him closer. Hug him tight, not let him go. A hand sneaks in Jensen's pants and he groans when he feels his throbbing aching dick jump at the touch. Oh, if he just-
He can't do it. Not yet. Jensen pulls Alex's hand away. He hates doing that, he hates being all noble but also he's extra cautious. Alex isn't experienced. Shouldn't feel obligated to do things he might not be ready for.
“Jensen… I could…” he starts but Jensen lays a finger on his lips. These full and soft pink lips, perfect for kissing and maybe soon, wrapped around Jensen's dick and suck it like a popsicle.
“Go have a shower, baby. It's okay.”
Alex gets up. In the open door he turns around and this time his face is lit up and the smug grin in his face is nothing Jensen ever saw on him. Not in pictures, not while skyping.
“I think I will take a long shower. Get soaked, contemplate my life decisions. So, you have a lot of time to relax.”
Jensen wants to throw a pillow at the cheeky boy but he has closed the bathroom door before it's even possible to grab one. Jensen falls in the sheets.
Contemplate his life choice, huh?
Get soaked, huh?
Is that Alex's code for ‘go ahead and jerk off you horny bastard?’ – probably. That's a good idea anyway. It feels like he's about to just explode in his pants, that's how hot and bothered the sex got him. He's still surprised it was so easy, so relaxed. And it felt so right. And natural. There was no feeling of hesitation. Alex is shy, but when he's at it and so aroused...by the Gods, he's just mind blowing. Loud and wet and unashamed of both. Jensen is not only a horny bastard, He considers himself a lucky one, too.
Lost in thoughts and tangled in the memories of his lover's scent and taste he rubs his aching erection through his jeans before opening the zipper. Pull the pants down. Just enough for his cock to be free. Precum spreads over his belly button when it springs free and strong, leans on his belly in a straight line. Damn. He really, really needs it. The sounds of water splashing in the bathroom is a perfect background noise. Jensen touches his cock, feels like it grows bigger just this moment. His legs kick out and his mind plays the scene on repeat. The sound of Alex coming, the feeling of contractions around two fingers, the wetness all over.
Jensen's phone buzzes. And keeps buzzing.
Damn, he's been so close after three seconds already, but it's Jared.
He better picks up that one.
“Hey babe,” Jensen says. He's panting. And he knows his hubby will know. Immediately.
“Oh, hey, didn't expect you to actually have the time to pick up but tried anyway. How's it going?”
Hmm, he could just …
Jensen pants a little harder while stroking himself.
“Going well… he's uhh, Alex takes a shower.”
Rustling. Someone singing in the background.
“A shower, huh? Left you in bed all alone? Bad idea. But good for me. Have some minutes with my sweetheart then.”
Jensen gulps. More Precum spreads over the tip of his cock, a thick, perfect drop running down his length.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
More rustling. The background noise of someone singing stops.
“Are you jerking off, babe?”
“Would you believe me if I said no?”
Jared snorts.
“Absolutely not! So, why are you jerking off when a beautiful boy is with you? In a hotel room? At night? Horny for you since… when? July?”
Jensen groans.
“We started sexting in August…”
“Close enough. Nothing happened?”
“Well, something happened but… we didn't sleep with each other.”
It's a surprise how hard it is to say it when he actually tells Jared.
“But you spoiled him, didn't you? As crazy as you were for his pink virgin pussy?”
The words stab Jensen in the crotch like glowing daggers. Thousands of them.
“Yes, I did. Ate him out. Made him cum...was good…”
“Yes, good boy. Made him cream all over your fucking pretty face I bet?”
Now Jensen can hear the sharp, palpable sound of a zipper being undone.
“Jared,” he breathes weakly, “are you getting off on me fucking another dude?”
“Yeah you bet. It's so damn hot imagining you between his thighs. How often?”
This will be such a fucking close game. Jensen is ready to blow already.
“Just once…”
“Oh baby, I know you have the stamina. Give it to him a second time, make him cum again. And again.”
“Fuck, Jared, I wanna… I really fucking wanna…”
Jared's and his panting is almost synchronized, they know each other so well. They're gonna cum together and Jensen feels like walking on clouds already. Pictures of Jared fucking him with his damn big fat cock and pictures of Alex's delicate body, squirming in the sheets.
“Yes, just like that… so good. You'll be good to him right?”, Jared says, his voice all growly now. Jensen gets weak. This voice telling him to fuck someone else. Jared getting off on it.
“Yes, I'll be good to him. God, Jared, he's so divine…”
Jensen jerks slowly, prolonging the orgasm that he's been brooding on for hours and hours.
“Yes, stretch that pussy, cream it, won't you?”
“ Fuck. You make me gonna cum…”
Jared laughs. It's a deep but shaky laugh.
“Good. Cum for me, love– just for me this time!”
Jensen erupts. There's no better word for it. His hips buck in his fist and he cums so hard he drops the phone, but Jared's growls are loud enough for Jensen to hear and witness his husband cum. His moans sound so much louder and Jensen covers his mouth but damn, his fingers still taste and smell of Alex. Caught in aftershocks and still cumming he knows it won't be the last orgasm he will need very desperately tonight…
He picks the phone back up.
“Jared? Sorry I, uhh, I dropped my mobile.”
There is just deep and steady humming on the other side of the line. Jared must look so delicious now. Satisfied and lazy, probably about to pass out.
“No worries babe, I guessed. You've been very noisy. Didn't hear that from you in a while.”
Jensen blushes. Jared can't see it but he surely knows.
“Sorry.”
“You're fine. Man, that was actually pretty hot, don't you think?”
Jensen covers his face with his hand. Still Alex's scent everywhere. It's torture.
“Yeah, 'twas….” he replies, “but why are you home already? I mean you were out with the girls?”
“Yeah, it was fun, but Danneel had to go home earlier. Her shitty boyfriend was acting up. Called her and Gen all evening and sent weird texts. She got home. I finished some drinks with Gen and then we got home. Then I thought I'd call you and see if you have time to pick up. Glad I did.”
“Yeah, me too. Much needed pressure relief here… but I think we can't call for much longer, Alex will be back soon and I don't want to be-”
“On the phone with your hubby. I get it. It's not polite.”
Jensen sighs. It didn’t sound jealous and he knows Jared doesn't mean it. But anyway, the situation is weird for Jensen. It’s the first time he’s away from home. With another person. For longer than just a casual fuck. Jared is such a sweetheart. He wanted Jensen to come here. Damn, he pushed him to do it!
“Yes, it’s not polite, also I couldn’t share my attention between you two. I’d be very overwhelmed.”
Jared laughs. “Don’t worry, he will have you for himself for the rest of the time. I mean, you can text me whenever something comes up, but I won’t interrupt you. Just drunk ‘n horny tonight.”
“That’s fair. Gonna text you as promised, babe. I love you.”
“I love you, too. Tell Alex I said hi.”
Jensen jumps when he hears the creaking of the shower door. It’s time to hang up.
“I will. Bye.”
Jared hangs up without another word. Jensen feels the rush of adrenaline, he needs to change his clothes. Or take them off. He managed to come all up to the neck of his shirt. Getting up, he pulls it off and then crumples it to a little ball, pushes it in the pocket of his suitcase. Just in time he also gets out of his jeans, but keeps the pants on. Hides his now… still… or again? half hard cock. Alex comes back, wrapped in a soft white, but tiny towel. He drops it the second he sees Jensen sitting on the edge of his bed, just putting his phone in the nightstand. Beside the bible, which he turned upside down.
The lights radiating from the bathroom make him look like an angel. A very pretty one.
“So, did you come to conclusions?”, Jensen asks with a soft smile. His heart’s still racing.
At first, Alex frowns, but then comes over and dives in the sheets, stretching out. It’s very hard to not just devour him alive, lolling around like that.
“You know, I concluded I feel very good with you and it was the right decision to come here. Did you enjoy your ten minutes of relaxation?”
Jensen snorts. Alex snuggles up and places some shy, soft kisses on Jensen’s chest.
“I did indeed,” he replies, his fingers combing his boyfriend’s hair. “Jared says hi.”