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They walk down the darkened, narrow hallway at the back of the bar, where all attempts at creating any kind of décor or atmosphere have obviously been abandoned, to the dingy door with a crookedly nailed sign reading ‘Men’. He pushes it open and glances in, assuring himself it’s empty.
“In,” he orders, holding the door open for Jared to slip inside. As he enters, he spies an orange cone behind the door with the words “Wet Floor”; grabs it and plops it outside the door before shutting and locking it. Before he can turn around, Jared’s got him pressed up against the door, his hands on his hips and mouth on his neck.
“God – you’re so full of surprises tonight—“ he growls behind Jensen’s ear, his hips pushing insistently against the firmness of Jensen’s tight ass.
Jensen turns into his embrace, his hands sliding around the small of Jared’s back and traveling up to knead his broad shoulders. Their mouths meet in a rough and tumble clashing of lips and tongue, wet and messy just like they both like it. Jared teases with his tongue, sliding in and out, tickling against Jensen’s; tasting the beer and hot wings and hint of the cigarette that Jensen likes to smoke when he’s out drinking. Somehow, that bit of intimacy makes him shiver a little, knowing that no one else has Jensen like this—not for years—not ever again.
Without conscious planning, they’re moving away from the door, hands roaming and touching; their mouths never really breaking contact, until they’ve moved away from the door to the wall. Jensen keeps catching glimpses of them in the dirty mirror over the sink. It’s like the prelude to the filthiest porno he can imagine and kicks up his level of horniness a notch or ten.
“Fuck, Jared—look at us…” he murmurs, turning Jared halfway so he can see himself in the mirror across the small room, biting into his shoulder, meeting Jared’s heated gaze as he slides his hand down the front of Jared’s pants to squeeze the hard cock that’s straining against those fucking designer jeans.
Jared groans and arches into the touch, breaking out in a sweat and more turned on than he thought was possible and wondered if Jensen was right about him being an exhibitionist, because fuck if he didn’t feel like a goddamn porn star right now. Absently, he wonders if there’s a security camera in the bathroom and the thought of that makes him moan and lean his back into Jensen and jut out his hips, displaying himself.
“That’s right, baby—fuck-- Look at you-- so damn hot…” Jensen’s hands are under the softness of Jared’s black v-neck, pinching his nipples and murmuring encouragements as he reaches down to pop open the button of his jeans and release that monster cock. “Watch me touch you…” He says between nips and licks as he keeps his eyes in the mirror at the show they’re putting on for themselves.
Jared looks at himself—shirt rucked up, pants unzipped and his cock pulled out of his briefs, hard and glistening wet at the tip. His hair has gone wild and tangled from where Jensen had his hands in it; his face and cheeks splotchy and flushed and his lips -- Jesus – gone red and swollen with kissing. Christ, he looks debauched. “God, Jensen—“ he moans breathlessly.
Jensen wraps his hand around Jared’s cock, thumbing the precum from the slit and sliding his palm over the slick that increases as if it’s anticipating what’s to come. “Nice and wet for me, baby. So beautiful--“ he says, stroking with a firm grip that’s almost painful in its intensity. A few pulls and Jared’s tugging his pants lower, tucking his briefs under his balls, massaging them as Jensen jacks him perfectly.
“Jensen- omygod, this is – Jesus…” he trails off as he gets lost in the sight of him in the mirror, Jensen meeting his gaze, his eyes so dark and smoky with lusty determination.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, babe. You owe me one…” Jensen says in his deep, gravely Dean voice; the one he uses when he’s about to take charge and fucking means business. He ignores the little sound of disappointment as he turns Jared away from the mirror and back toward him. “I want you on your knees for me…” he says, reaching up and grabbing handfuls of hair and slowly but insistently pulling downward, dragging Jared along with him—watching him fold his long body as he gets down on the floor. “That’s it… fucking on your knees, baby, just like that… yeah… get to work on my dick…”
He lets his head fall back against the wall as Jared makes short work of unzipping his pants and lowering them, along with his boxer briefs until his cock and balls swing free. He gets the barest hint of a cool brush of air across his dick before it’s enveloped in the hot wetness of Jared’s mouth, and he looks down to see Jared looking up at him as he eagerly mouths his cock— eyes soft and submissive and Christ if that doesn’t make him a thousand times more turned on and he just wants to fuck into that willing mouth until Jared’s choking on it as he swallows every drop of come.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby—take that cock—fuck yeah—“ he murmurs like a cheesy porn star, but it feels so right, seeing Jared just fucking worship it like he can’t get enough. “Being such a good boy for daddy—“
Goddamn, where did that come from? He wonders, but the way Jared’s eyes light up and he takes him even deeper tells him this is a kink they might need to, no – definitely need to explore further. He slides his hands into Jared’s tangled hair and pulls him closer, thrusting a little and then a little more until he’s finally there—fucking deeply into Jared’s wet mouth—and Jared lets him—all subby and pliant with his spit slick lips and drool dripping from his chin as he catches a breath when he can—the wet slick sound of Jensen fucking his throat sounding obscene and oh so fucking hot in the stillness of the tiny room.
Jared slides his hand from where it’s resting on Jensen’s hip up and between his legs, gently rubbing his balls. He wets his fingers in his own spit that’s coating the soft sac and strokes his fingers behind and into the crease, rubbing gently against Jensen’s tight hole until he’s got the tip of his finger in. Slipping it in and out in time with Jensen’s rutting cock, he’s got a couple fingers inside in no time at all and he knows Jensen is close to coming, but he’s not ready for that. Not yet.
Pulling off, he tips his head back, looking up with his puffy red lips, fingers still working their magic in Jensen’s ass. “Love it when you fuck my mouth but I want to fuck you, now…” he says, his voice roughened and raw as his long fingers slide deep and make Jensen whimper a little. “Wish we brought some lube with us.” His fingers thrust in, just this side of too dry, but Jensen can take it—sometimes he loves it like that.
“I brought some—“ Jensen bites out.
“Yeah?” Jared’s eyes light up like its Christmas and he leans in and licks at Jensen’s unrelentingly hard cock, bobbing there, red and hard and so perfect. “God, you never stop surprising me—love you like this.”
Jensen pulls a small tube of lube from the pocket of his thin jacket and waggles it with a smile until one perfect thrust of Jared’s fingers digs deep, rubbing against his prostate and he drops his jaw on a deep moan. “God, yes. Do it. Fuck me—“
Jared pulls his hand free and stands, catching Jensen in a deep kiss as they rock their hips together. “Gonna let me fuck you right here in the bathroom? Goddamn, you have no idea how much this turns me on…” He reaches down and takes both of their cocks in one big hand and strokes. “Imagined doing this with you for a long time—“
“You gonna imagine it some more or you gonna do it?” Jensen teases, smiling against Jared’s mouth, but it’s hard to maintain any semblance of conversation when his fucking cock is about to explode under the onslaught of Jared’s skillful jacking.
Jared just grunts and mashes his mouth against Jensen’s for one last deep kiss before grabbing him by the shoulders and manhandling him until he’s got him turned and they’ve crossed the few feet between the wall and the bathroom’s lone sink.
“Hands on the sink, Jensen. Don’t move ‘em and watch me in the mirror.” He orders in such a way that Jensen begins to realize he wasn’t kidding—Jared’s obviously thought of this a time or two before. Knowing it’s a fantasy that’s about to be fulfilled excites him further and when he meets Jared’s eyes in the mirror, he thinks maybe this was one of the fantasies on his bucket list that he hadn’t thought of, yet.
Jared roughly pushes Jensen’s pants lower and he’s lubed up his fingers for one last stretch.
“Oh, that’s what you need, isn’t it?” he purrs, sliding two fingers deep, watching Jensen’s eyelids slip to half-mast in pleasure. A couple of quick thrusts and he adds a finger, making Jensen moan loudly. “That’s it, baby, let everyone hear how good you take it…”
“Wishing it was your dick, you tease—“
“You need more?” Jared murmurs, rubbing along the rim before he takes a moment to coat his painfully hard cock with lube. Lining it up, he presses the blunt head against Jensen’s pinkening hole and pushes in smoothly, wringing a long, low groan from deep in Jensen’s throat.
“Look how that hole of yours just swallows me up, “ he croons, leaning back to watch his cock disappear deep into Jensen’s firmly muscled ass. “God. Never get tired of seeing that…” he whispers as he stills, letting Jensen’s body adjust to the intrusion.
“C’mon,” Jensen says, arching back onto Jared’s cock and it doesn’t take more of an invitation than that, so he smiles that feral foxy smile of his and starts fucking Jensen in earnest, gripping him by the hips and filling him again and again with long, sure strokes, eyes locked onto Jensen’s in the dirty bathroom mirror.
“Harder, Jared—c’mon, do it harder—“ Jensen begs as he leans his back into each thrust, wanting more than he’s getting.
“Gonna fuck you raw, baby—“ Jared bites out as he pounds Jensen relentlessy. The slap-slap sound fills the small room and Jensen’s moaning nonstop; low and carnal. He’s beyond caring that they’re in a bar bathroom; that there’s a possibility of someone catching them. At this point he’s forgotten the existence of anything but the gloriously wonderful feeling of Jared’s long, thick cock inside him, filling him perfectly, and the man who’s fucking owning him—who knows him inside and out and would do anything to make sure he gets what he needs.
Jared’s thrusts hammer against him until he’s got his face mashed against the glass of the mirror, and he can’t do anything but hold on and enjoy the ride. He says nothing beyond moans and grunts of pleasure. Crushed against the mirror, he can’t see Jared anymore, but he knows what he looks like: eyes no longer soft and teasing, but dark and somewhat dangerous under heavy brows knotted in concentration, lips pressed together, nostrils flaring, sweat rolling down his face, hair wet and soaking with it; random strands sticking to his skin where he’s tossed his head to keep the sweat from dripping in his eyes.
“Fuck, yeah…” Jared moans absently as he feels his himself getting close. Any other time, he’d work on lasting longer, but it was a miracle he’d lasted this long. “Gonna come soon…” he announces.
Jensen feels Jared slide out of him, leaving him feeling empty, but before he can think much more, Jared pulls him off the sink as is pushing him to the floor. A sharp thrill of suspense runs through him and he grabs his cock, stroking it quickly. “Jared?—“
Jared looms over him, wild and panting. “Wanna mark you up, baby. Make a mess on you so everyone knows who you belong to…” He’s got his big meaty fist around his long, slick cock and strips it furiously.
Christ—what the hell is he thinking? Jensen wonders, past the point of being just turned on. This is beyond anything he could imagine in his wildest dreams. Watching this familiar stranger above him; he realizes he’s fine with whatever Jared wants.
Jensen leans his head back like a supplicant in prayer when Jared grabs a fistful of hair to angle him closer. “God, I wanna see you with my come all over you—“ he gets out as he comes with a deep guttural groan.
The first sticky jet hits Jensen’s cheek; one fat drop landing on the corner of his mouth, and he opens his mouth, licking at it as more of Jared’s hot come lands on him and fuck—he’s over the edge himself—coming into his fist with a moan as Jared paints his cheeks and chin again and again until they’re both panting and spent.
Jared stands over him, chest heaving, and his expression slides from intense to smiling cheerfulness almost instantly. “That—“ he announces, “Was so. Fucking. Amazing.”
He pulls Jensen to his feet and manages to pull a few paper towels out of the dispenser and is wiping off Jensen’s face before he’s even caught his breath. They’re both a little giddy with the fact that they actually did it, and now the reality is, they’re half dressed, messy and who knows how long it’s been, but someone’s got to be needing to use the can by now.
As luck would have it, someone jiggles the doorknob and pounds on the door just that minute. They lock panicky eyes as a voice calls out, ”Who’s in there? Why’s the door locked?”
Jensen recovers first and yells, “Needed some privacy! Those wings, man – tore my ass up!” He makes a shushing noise at Jared, who’s got his hand over his mouth like he wants to start laughing hysterically. “Be out in a second—“
“Well, hurry your ass up! This ain’t no private bathroom; got customers out here!”
They hold their breath until they hear the sound of receding footsteps and then Jared starts laughing like he’s going to pass out. “ ‘Tore your ass up’—Yup, that’s accurate!” he crows.
“Very accurate…” Jensen smiles, washing his hands and checking himself in the mirror.
They take too long putting themselves together because the guy comes back to yell at them about calling the cops because he can hear them and ‘this ain’t no hook up joint’ and this time when he walks away, Jared and Jensen make sure the coast is clear and haul ass down the hallway to the back door and out into the parking lot, laughing the whole time like Butch and Sundance leaving the scene of the crime.
On the way home, Jensen drives; his body loose and relaxed in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time. He glances over at Jared, who smiles back and winks at him.
“I wasn’t kidding about you always surprising me.” Jared says. “I don’t know what got into you, but I like it. A lot”
Jensen smiles slow and satisfied and gives a little shrug. “I dunno. You might say I was inspired.” He taps his fingers in time with the music. “Might have to surprise you again. You were amazing.”
“Well, don’t make me wait too long.”
“Oh, baby. Believe me. I won’t,” he says, pressing his foot on the accelerator as he speeds into the dark.
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