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Entry tags:	j2, rps

Slow Ride, Take It Easy
Title: Slow Ride, Take It Easy
Author: dea_liberty
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: Adult
Feedback: All feedback, including constructive criticism, is enjoyed like marshmallows dipped in chocolate.
Disclaimer: This is FICTION. They aren't mine. I don't know them (I wish, though) and this is sadly all in my imagination.
A/N: Written for the j2_otpathon (yes, it's late, I know!). My prompts were Jared/Jensen, on vacation, sleepy morning sex - so that's exactly what this is. Thanks to traffic_west and dark_reaction for the incredible beta. Title taken from Foghat.

Jensen's body reacted to him like it always did: slow and uninhibited, perfect and beautiful and as fluidly graceful as when he was awake.



He stirred a little as pale morning sunlight streamed through the bamboo blinds. There was a light breeze blowing, and the scent of salt and sand in the air reminded Jared where they were (and where they weren't).

Beside him, almost too close in the heavy heat, was an expanse of perfect skin - sun-dappled and sun-bronzed. He'd spent the night before mapping out the world on Jensen's shoulders with reverent tongue and heated lips. He mapped it all again with the slow, appreciative gaze, eyes following the breadcrumb-trail of freckles upwards. Jensen was still sleeping, eyes closed, those impossibly long lashes fluttering slightly.

Not sleeping that deeply, close to waking now.

He couldn't think of a single thing he'd rather see more, sent of a quiet prayer that this would be the first thing he saw every morning.

Jared shuffled closer under the single sheet covering them, closing the little distance left between them, and dropped his head to nuzzle against Jensen's neck. His lips traced the skin, following the curve up to just behind Jensen's ear, nipping playfully before he sucked the lobe into his mouth. Even asleep, Jensen's breath caught.

Jared's hand slid down Jensen's body to cup him, stroking his cock slow and easy, smiling as he felt him lengthen and harden in his hand. Jensen turned a little, mumbling a sleepy, "Jay?" He hummed an affirmative, taking his time to feel out the ridges of Jensen's dick, making sure to flick his thumb over the head, and slide his fingers right down between Jensen's balls with each lazy stroke.

This wasn't the hurried fumblings of early mornings before rushing to set. It wasn't the hissed-muffled whimpers and Jensen and Jared, five minutes between takes. And it wasn't the exhausted, falling-into-bed-with-barely-enough-energy-to-curl-around-each-other of the end of a sixteen-hour day.

They had nowhere to be and nothing to do but each other.

He twisted his hand just a little, and Jensen made a small noise in the back of his throat, hips arching. His breathing told Jared not quite awake yet, but it wasn't a problem. Not at all. Jensen's body reacted to him like it always did: slow and uninhibited, perfect and beautiful and as fluidly graceful as when he was awake.

Jared loved it - loved him - any and every way: awake, asleep and this muted in-between.

He kept stroking, pulling on Jensen's dick, watching as the pleasure slowly dragged Jensen into consciousness, and he felt the exact moment Jensen snapped fully awake (breathing changing against Jared's chest, in Jared's arms) - just moments before his back arched and he breathed Jared's name as he came.

Jared watched him sink into that blissed-out, back-to-barely-awake state, head lolling back onto Jared's shoulder.

A couple of minutes later, Jared felt a slow, languid roll of Jensen's hips against his groin, before Jensen's head tipped a little and bright green eyes met his.

"C'mon, Jay," Jensen murmured softly, pushing back against Jared again. One leg slid up, knee slightly bent, to curl around the back of Jared's, pulling him even closer. Lining them up perfectly.

Jared had never been one to refuse an invitation. He slid inside slowly, head dropping to the curve of Jensen's neck to moan softly at the heat that engulfed him. Jensen was still slick (relaxed and open) from the night before, and Jared had to reach down, hand squeezing the base of his dick to stop himself from coming as Jensen's body took him in right to the base.

Not that that helped much when his hand brushed over Jensen's ass, feeling the opening stretched around his cock.

"Oh God, baby," Jared panted softly in Jensen's ear, feeling another slow sinful roll of those hips - "Feels so good."

Jensen's head turned just slightly and Jared met him half way, lips sealing like it'd been scripted for them. "Move, Jared," Jensen whispered, rocking forwards and back again, so Jared complied, rocking forward to meet that rhythm easily enough.

It was a slow rhythm - easy as the waves he could hear, slip-sliding over the beach as he thrust into Jensen. He reveled in the soft pants and moans and oh-god-Jay-there-right-there, and the sleepy, perfect slide of sweat-slicked skin.

Natural, Jared's mind managed as his lips traced the shell of Jensen's ear, earning a soft whimper-whine (please, Jay, please). Jared licked a slow line up Jensen's neck, catching the droplets of sweat starting to form on sandy skin and - ohgodperfect - Jensen arched into the next thrust, hand coming back to clutch lightly at a bruise those perfect lips had left there the night before.

Jared groaned low in his throat - and the next thrust came a little harder, a little deeper.

Jensen chuckled, soft and low and intimate. Jared gave a playful growl before his hand slid down Jensen's body again, wrapping around the cock, now red and heavy and leaking again. He flicked his thumb over the head, and Jensen choked back a whimper.

"C'mon, Jay, please," Jensen breathed later (seconds, minutes, hours - Jared didn't know, didn't care). "Wanna feel you. Feel you come in me. Love it. Love you."

Any rhythm he'd had disappeared at that and, like everything else, Jared was completely powerless to deny Jensen this. He didn't even bother muffling his soft cry as he came - no need to. There was no one to hear them but nature - and they (JaredandJensen) fit together, inandaround each other, as well as anything in nature did.

He came back to Jensen drawing absent patterns on his arm, fingers getting slower with each careless stroke.

"Jen?"

"Mmhmm?" Jensen's leg slid away, and Jensen snuggled back into the bed.

"Wanna go play in the sea?" Jared asked hopefully, sliding out and wrapping himself back around Jensen, shifting until he could put his chin on Jensen's shoulder and look down at his face.

"Later Jared," the other man answered, obviously about to go back to sleep. "You wake up way too early man."

"You weren't complaining," Jared answered innocently, poking Jensen's arm. "C'mon, Jen."

Jensen rolled over abruptly, pulling Jared with him and somehow managing to pin Jared down on the bed with practically all his weight. "Go back to sleep, Jared," he mumbled into Jared's shoulder. "And I promise I'll fuck you in the sea later."

Jared grinned a little and tightened his arm around Jensen, nuzzling closer. "Okay."

He watched Jensen's lashes flutter against those freckled cheeks - god, those fucking eyelashes - and listened to Jensen's breathing beginning to settle back into a light doze.

"Jen?"

"Shut up," came the sleepy mumble. "Or no fucking."

Jared let out a laugh at that, running his hand lightly through the soft blond strands of Jensen's hair. "Okay." He'd be a good friend; he'd let Jensen go back to sleep.

Because it was only six in the morning.

And because that just meant that Jared got to wake him up all over again later.