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spn_springflingPairing: Jared/Misha
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mostly10 for architeuthis!Nine days like this. Every now and then getting to stumble home and shower, catch a few hours of deep and dreamless sleep before folding back up into the car to sit on a street corner. When Jared, a bright eyed five-year-old, had told his dad he wanted to be a “please”, this isn’t what he’d imagined. Nine days sitting in this car, on this street corner, watching for activity in and out of an office building. At least the company is good.
“Oh look,” Misha sighs, “the cleaning lady with the four kids and the squeaky clean record arrives at work five to ten like she does every day.”
“You still have to log it, you know.” Jared scoots down in his seat and tries to get comfortable. Misha grumbles and jots down a few words in the notebook before tossing it aside and mirroring Jared’s futile attempt at getting comfortable.
“... and tomorrow morning we’ll have to log her leaving work.” Jared tilts his head over to Misha and grins slyly. “Aren’t we lucky.” Misha is running his hands up and down his thighs - something he does when he’s bored - and Jared follows the movement with increasing interest. They’ve only been in the car for a few hours and Misha’s already getting restless - can’t sit still. When Misha sighs for the fourth time, Jared reaches over and puts his hand on Misha’s. Misha settles instantly, his fifth sigh sounding almost contented.
“Nothing’s going on here. I can’t get comfortable.” Jared tries to get Misha to take a hint. “My back hurts.” Still nothing. “I’m going in the back seat.” Jared opens the door and steps out into the icy air. He relishes stretching his legs for a moment before shutting the front door and climbing in the back. The back seat is big enough for three people really, but when he sits back and stretches his legs out wide he still manages to fill the space. “Better.” he says and shuts his eyes. “You’ll let me know if anything happens, right?”
“Fuck that.” Misha’s hands on Jared’s thighs are welcome but Jared didn’t expect him to give in so easily. Hoping, sure, but there are no sure things when it comes to Misha. Now, though, he is climbing between the front seats to settle into the space between Jared’s legs. Jared knows where this is headed, but that’s not what he’s in the mood for. Before Misha’s hands have reached his fly, Jared grabs Misha gently by the hair and tilts his head up to face him. He tugs gently and Misha follows until he is standing up as much as it is possible in the cramped space, leaning over Jared with a questioning look on his face.
Wordlessly, Jared begins to undo Misha’s belt. He is already fully hard from anticipation, and even before pulling down Misha’s jeans he knows he’s not alone. He leans forward and breathes soft kisses on Misha’s hipbones, feeling the warm skin on his lips, the familiar musky smell making his cock twitch in his jeans. He could lose himself here; with Misha this close. Fall over the edge of pleasure and keep falling. He pulls away reluctantly and puts his hands on Misha’s hips. They look so big there. The tan of his fingers a stunning contrast to the soft, pale skin. Misha is straining forward ever-so-slightly, canting his hips and digging his fingers into Jared’s shoulder, but Jared holds him in place for a moment longer, not sure where he finds the will power. Then he pushes with one hand and pulls with the other, spinning Misha around. It’s a testament to Misha’s agility that he doesn’t stumble and fall - he simply turns and stands still, unquestioning. Waiting.
Misha's slightly too large shirt hangs down over his ass and Jared pushes it up; away. Misha follows the movement and bends forward over the armrest between the two front seats, legs spread in a position Jared knows must be uncomfortable. If it is, Misha isn’t showing it. When Jared runs his fingers up the inside of Misha’s thighs, up between his cheeks, finds his opening and presses gently with the pad of his thumb, the sound Misha makes is one of unadulterated pleasure and want.
They’ve had... encounters... in the car before while on stakeout. But always in the front seat, quick, sloppy blow jobs and eager horny hand jobs. Once before, a couple of nights ago, they made it to the back seat for long enough to feel skin on skin. They came together, rutting against each other as best the space would allow, kisses slow and deep. This time, Jared wants to take his time. The job might be a dead end, but the time in the car need not be wasted.
The car is big, but it’s still small enough that every little sound Misha makes fill the space and makes Jared shiver. Misha can be quiet but in the confines of the car there's no need. The deep, guttural moan Misha lets out when Jared puts his lips next to his own finger is all the encouragement he needs. He swirls his tongue around his thumb tentatively at first, but Misha is bucking up against him, every movement and sound he makes telling Jared to keep going.
Jared feels more confident with each passing second. He puts one hand on Misha’s lower back, holding him still as he removes his finger and puts his lips flush against the tight knot of muscle. Misha tries to push back against him, but Jared won’t let him. He is determined to take his time, wants to see how far he can go. How far he can take Misha apart.
His tongue is making more confident moves now, firmer. He pauses to focus his reeling mind, trying his hardest to remain in the moment. To enjoy it. Then is tongue is right there, warm and wet and Misha is all around him; the taste, the heat, and the sounds Misha makes fill up Jared’s world. One of his hands rests on Misha’s lower back, feeling the muscles tense and relax at stuttered intervals.
Jared pulls away, running a finger over Misha’s reddened opening, his own lips flushed deep pink and slightly parted. He is breathing hard; panting even. Misha says something, but if they are words Jared can’t make them out.
”Shh. I’ve gotcha.”
Jared’s index finger finds the wetness left behind by his own tongue. A slight push and the tip slides right in, eliciting a satisfied groan from the front seat. The tight clench and the impossible heat forces a matching sound from Jared’s own throat, and he leans over to kiss Misha’s lower back, pressing his index finger in little by little.
”Dude,” Misha’s gravelly voice filters through Jared’s lust-hazed mind, “I appreciate the... oh god... enthusiasm here. But you need this.” A small tube of KY jelly finds its way to Jared’s hand, and he chuckles softly against Misha’s skin. He loves that he isn’t the only one who's been thinking about this. That Misha has probably had this stashed in the glove compartment for a good few days is encouraging.
Soon enough the gloopy liquid warms between Jared’s fingers as they push their way into Misha under a steady rhythm. Misha jerks back, spreading his legs as much as the cramped space will allow, and Jared crooks his fingers to reach the spot which he knows will reduce Misha to a quivering heap. Jerking, moaning, Misha looks at Jared over his shoulder, cock leaking precome over the tan faux-leather armrest.
"Whenever you're ready," he says, a flirty grin taunting Jared to up his game. "I can take it."
There’s only so much Jared can take. His own cock is twitching between his legs, still confined inside his jeans, leaking untouched. He lifts his hand off Misha’s warm and sweaty back and unbuckles his belt. Without missing a beat, he pulls his cock free, and moments later he is pulling Misha on top of him by his hips. Their thighs meet with a satisfying slap, and Misha lets loose a thrilled little laugh.
”Really?” Jared’s voice low, almost a growl. Menacing and inviting all at the same time. “Are you really ready for this, Mish? I’m gonna give it to you.”
Misha’s voice is a low rumble, and Jared feels the vibrations through his ribcage all the way to his groin; “Are you? Boy.”
In an instant, Jared’s has lifted Misha up to where Misha is scrabbling for purchase on the slippery carpet with his toes, his arms slamming against the tan roof. Jared drags the head of his leaking cock along the lube-slick crease between Misha’s cheeks, teasing and guiding the head of his cock to the tight furl of reddened, eager muscles. Misha whimpers -- fucking whimpers -- and puts his full weight into Jared’s hands. Jared holds him up for a moment, enjoying having full control of the situation before allowing Misha to drop slowly down onto his cock. The clench, paired with Misha’s strangled sounds is almost too much. He pauses for a moment doing his very best to remain in control. The moment doesn’t last long, however, as Misha reaches over his head to plant his hands against the roof of the car and shoves down ruthlessly with a squirmy wiggle.
”Jesus fuck, Mish.”
"Come on," Misha growls, “Enough teasing.”
Jared licks at his lower lip and says, "Yeah?" He nuzzles at the back of Misha's neck and finds the bumps of his spine with his teeth. He chews there for a moment while his fingers squeeze around Misha's hips. "Fine," he says. "N’more teasin'."
It only takes a second for Jared to find the leverage he needs. He slides his hands over Misha's thighs and then between them, spreading them wide while he grinds his hips up. His need to come is growing, the buildup of days next to Misha in the front seat finally getting to be too much. He circles his arms around Misha’s chest and pushes up hard again and again, holding Misha firmly in place as he fucks up into him. Every thrust shoves gasps from between Misha's lips, and Jared bows his head against Misha's shoulder, breathing hard and clinging harder.
Jared feels Misha’s fingers trail up his forearms and grasps his elbows. They're close, both of them. Misha is shaking in his arms and holding on so tightly that Jared can feel the nails biting hard into his skin. It's a hot, encouraging move that goes straight to his cock even though he knows there will be tiny semicircle bruises there in the morning, and Jared pulls Misha down as tightly as he can, gasping into the sweaty curls behind Misha's ear. If he looks, Jared can see Misha's face in the rearview mirror. Can see the ruddiness coloring his cheeks, the way his lashes fan low. Misha looks utterly wanton, ready to be pushed over the edge, and Jared wants to do it. He wants to find that final thing that will set Misha off.
”Gonna come for me?” Jared whispers, and that’s all it takes. Misha’s untouched cock twitches, and then he’s coming. His whole body clenches and then flushes against Jared's skin, becoming burning hot to the touch as he comes. "God, yeah," Jared pants. "Look at you. Fuckin' gorgeous."
Just the sight of Misha's flushed face is enough. Jared comes soundlessly, breath choked off in his throat. Above him, Misha laughs -- laughs, the bastard -- and squeezes his thighs around Jared’s.
”Yeah, look at you, gorgeous," he says, grinning. ”So, do we log this, or..?”
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Date: 2012-06-14 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-06-14 10:34 pm (UTC)I'm okay. I'm breathing.
“Nothing’s going on here. I can’t get comfortable.” Jared tries to get Misha to take a hint. “My back hurts.” Still nothing. “I’m going in the back seat.”
Oh, Jared. If you get any smoother you'll slide right off that seat.
Their thighs meet with a satisfying slap, and Misha lets loose a thrilled little laugh.
THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY.
“Are you? Boy.”
Squid's brain can't come to the phone right now.
This whole story is delightful and you, mystery writer, are delightful. Thank you so much.
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Date: 2012-06-14 11:31 pm (UTC)He pulls away reluctantly and puts his hands on Misha’s hips. They look so big there. The tan of his fingers a stunning contrast to the soft, pale skin.
*wordless noises*
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Date: 2012-06-20 04:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-22 10:17 am (UTC)And the squirmy wiggle, and the fun vibe between them, and fucking while on stakeout, bad lads - yeah, this was pretty excellent :D.
Also, hot. :).
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Date: 2012-06-22 02:36 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2012-06-22 03:01 pm (UTC)Congrats again on your excellent fic! O/
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Date: 2012-06-22 03:02 pm (UTC)I'm just eager to respond to great responses :D
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Date: 2012-06-22 03:08 pm (UTC)And I totally understand that impulse! /eagerly awaits masterlist so I can stalk the hell out of everyone lollll
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