beautiful day outside (everything I need I got right here)
By unperfectwolf
Rated: nc17
Fandom, Pairing: CW RPS, Slash: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Summary: Every time Jared sees Jensen like that, half-awake and wearing one of his shirts, he's reminded about just how lucky he is.
Disclaimer: not mine never was mine never will be mine. shame!
Notes: 1,100 words. written for my sara (waterofthemoon) because she said "I need jared to fuck jensen while jensen's wearing one of jared's dress shirts. and nothing else. I've had this image in my head all day, see. and it won't go away." I said OMG! And then wrote it. Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JARED :P

beautiful day outside
(everything I need I got right here)

When Jared and the dogs tumble back in the back door, Jensen's up. It's not unusual for him to be up, but he likes to sleep in, and Jared sometimes has to drag him out from the soft bed once he deems it late enough that everyone should be up. This morning he's messing with the coffee pot, waiting for it to finish brewing and obviously still not awake. Even as the dogs squeeze in past him, Jared has to stop in the doorway and take him in.

This isn't the first time he's seen Jensen like this, not by a long shot. Jensen pretty much lives with him here in LA, and even if he didn't, Jared's sure they'd spend most their nights together anyway. Still, every time Jared sees Jensen like that, half-awake and wearing one of his shirts, he's reminded about just how lucky he is.

Jensen picks that moment to turn and smile at him, still sleepy and his hair still mussed from bed. He leans down to pet the dogs, scratching Sadie behind the ears and Harley under the chin, mumbling to them in the gravelly voice that bleeds away once he's been awake for very long.

As he bends over, Jared realizes that his pink floral something shirt is all that Jensen's wearing, and he's blindingly hard in about two seconds. All he's wearing is a pair of loose basketball shorts and a t-shirt, neither of which can do anything to hide the fact. When Jensen looks up from petting the dogs, his eyes trail over Jared's body, catching on the sight of his tenting shorts.

His smile turns into a wicked grin, still sleepy but devious all the same. "Morning," he drawls, stepping around-through-between the dogs and coming over to pull Jared inside and shut the door. It's July, nearly time for them to head back to Vancouver, but mornings are still chilly and Jared can see the goosebumps break out on Jensen's skin.

Jared smiles back, letting Jensen lead him forward. "Morning," he returns, leaning in and kissing Jensen lightly.

Jensen sighs into the kiss, backing up until he's leaning back against the counter, Jared stepping in between his legs. Jared's hands trail underneath the shirt, ending up on Jensen's hips. Without warning, he lifts Jensen up and settles him on the counter.

Jensen gasps and shifts on the counter, breaking the kiss. Jared raises an eyebrow, and Jensen shifts again. '''S cold," he says.

Jared smirks at that, pulling Jensen to the edge so that when he steps up as close as he can, their cocks brush through his shorts. Jensen sighs at the feeling, his head tilting back and his eyes closing. "Too cold?" Jared asks.

Jensen shakes his head, murmuring something—Jared doesn't know what, but he figures it doesn't matter much. He leans forward and lets his mouth trail along Jensen's neck, nipping lightly at the dark bruise marks in the shape of his mouth from last night and the night before that. He moves down to the one on Jensen's collarbone, a mark from sometime the week before that is nearly faded and almost hidden by the shirt collar. Without preamble, he nudges the shirt out of the way and bites down a little harder and sucks, remarking the freckled skin.

Jensen moans and brings one leg up, tucking it around Jared's hips. Jared shifts and settles into him more, their bodies fitting together like they always do, better than anything he's ever experienced before.

When he lifts his mouth from Jensen's neck, kissing his way up to his mouth again, Jensen makes a little sound in the back of his throat that Jared recognizes as disappointment. Something about the fact that Jensen didn't want him to stop marking him makes Jared even harder.

"Gonna fuck you right here," he tells Jensen quietly, biting Jensen's lower lip.

Jensen murmurs his approval, shifting forward and leaning back and wrapping his other leg around Jared's waist as Jared moves to get the right leverage. He pushes the shirt out of the way and drags his fingertips over Jensen's dick, making him moan and arch his back, then slides them down between his lover's legs.

Jared can feel where Jensen's still slightly swollen from the night before, and he knows he must still be feeling it. Jensen doesn't do anything but moan encouragingly, though, and then in protest when Jared's hand leaves him to grope for the lube they keep on top of the fridge.

By the time Jared's worked two fingers into Jensen's ass, Jensen's pleading softly for Jared to do it—half whispers, half broken moans, all of them still sleep-gravelly and sexy as hell. Jared finally gives in and drops his shorts, lining himself up and pushing in.

Jensen lets out a sigh once he's all the way in, and Jared doesn't know why, but he finds it sexy as hell that Jensen is relieved to have him inside him. He pulls back, then slides in again, the feeling just as intense as it was the first time they did this.

Jared leans forward, kissing Jensen softly as he continues to fuck him. Both hands are on Jensen's hips holding him still, and one of Jensen's hands is tangled in his too-long hair, the other clutching at his shoulder.

Jensen starts letting out little whimpering noises that Jared knows means he's close, even though Jared hasn't touched his cock since that initial time. "Come on, baby," he murmurs into Jensen's ear, biting softly at the skin right below it. Jensen moans then, shifting a little, and when Jared slides into him again, he lets out a broken cry and arches his back, coming all over both their shirts.

Jared leans back so he can watch Jensen come, never stilling his hips. As Jensen slumps towards him, Jared slides into him one more time before his body tenses up and he spills into Jensen. He rests his forehead on Jensen's shirt-covered shoulder.

"Mmmm," he sighs, his hands leaving Jensen's hips as he pulls out of him, wrapping around his waist to hold him. Jensen sighs in response, his legs tightening their hold on him in return.

"Gonna wear your shirts more often if this is what happens," Jensen tells him, his voice slow and thick. Jared huffs against him, turning his head and kissing his neck softly.