The party’s finally over and Jared’s got Jensen spread out naked in bed, running sticky frosted fingers down Jensen's spine. His mouth follows slowly in the wake of his fingers, tongue darting out to lap up bits of fluffy white frosting off Jen's skin. Laps up every last bit and then runs the flat of his tongue back up the path he just made and indulges in the sticky sweet, slightly salty, taste the frosting left behind on Jensen's skin.

Jensen's breath is starting to get more shallow. A small barely audible bitten off whimper escaping when Jared nips at the nape of his neck. And then it's a sharp intake of breath when he feels Jared's hands pulling him apart. Jared's body moving so his head rests against Jensen's hip. 'Easy, Jen,’ Jared breathes against the bared flesh, darting his tongue out to lick a quick stripe over Jensen’s entrance. ‘Gonna make you cry out so loud, you won't be able to stop it.'

'Jay...'

'Making a bit of noise during sex isn't a sin, Jensen. It's hot. I want to hear what I'm doing to you. I want to know you like it, beyond the obvious. And I'm going to get that tonight, I promise you.' Jared kisses into the soft skin of Jensen's hip that jerks in response. It's not just the touch but the words that sink deep under Jensen’s skin, making his whole body flush.

Jensen learned from a very early age that making noise was bad. You had to be as quiet as you could. Hold it all in. It was too a sin. Liking what he liked, the sex, it was wrong. That's what he'd learned when he was fifteen, anyway. He knows it's not true now, figured it out when he was in his twenties. But he still can't break the habit. Still feels like it's dirty. That he has to hide how he feels, has to keep it all inside. Has to keep quiet or he‘ll get in trouble. Someone will know.

Jared's the only one that has ever gotten anything out of him. It was only a small moan but it felt like everything, like something was being ripped out of him.



He'd been bad, Jared had said, and needed to be punished. Bad because he'd stolen the last beer from Jared's fridge while Jared was in the shower. Jared had gone to the kitchen and come out frowning. He looked at Jensen, beer in hand, and told him he was in trouble. He looked so serious, mad. Jensen didn't know what he did (not until later) or what to do. Jared had stalked over to the couch where Jensen was sitting in five easy strides, took Jensen by the wrists and pulled him up off the couch.

'You've been a very bad boy, Jensen Ackles. I think you should be punished for it.’ His voice, his face, it was all so serious, so… All Jensen could do is gape at Jared. He didn't know if this was a joke or what. It didn't seem that way. Definitely didn't seem that way when Jared flopped down on the couch and brought Jensen with him, pulling him over his lap.

Ass bent over Jared's knee Jensen managed to squeak out a 'What the fuck you doin', Jay?' But the only answer he got was a sharp stinging smack to his ass. 'Jay?' He tried again in a slightly wavering voice. But there was just another harsh blow that sent his body jerking forward on Jared's knee.

For a moment he actually thought Jared was mad at him but then he felt Jared's hand caress the area he'd surely just made red with his palm. The barely heard whisper of, 'So good, Jen. Want you to take it just like this.' Was quickly followed by another round of harsh whacks to each side of his ass, where cheek met thigh, the side of his hip... it felt like Jared's hands were everywhere.

It was when Jared had finally stopped the constant onslaught to his flesh. When he had striped Jensen without a word and positioned him in his lap, gripped hard into that bruised skin as he fucked roughly into Jensen. When Jared dug his nails into the spot he had paid most attention to at the same time he pressed up and hit Jensen's prostate that Jensen had felt... he had felt... he had felt. And something inside him let loose and he let out a small strangled moan. Jared had cried out behind him and came hard inside him.



‘Remember how you made me feel, Jen? How hard I came when you moaned. It sounded so good. Felt so good. Don't you like to hear me? Like to hear when you make me feel good?' Jared whispered against Jensen's skin as he scooped up fingers full of frosting off the last remains of Jensen's birthday cake. 'Gonne taste so good.'

Jared would normally start out slow, one finger slowly working up to two. But tonight he wanted to push it a little. Knew without Jensen telling him that he liked that little edge of pain. He brought his cake frosting covered fingers up to Jensen's entrance and smothered it all around, watched as Jensen squirmed.

'Jared, you're not really... are you?' Jensen rasped against his forearm, afraid to look back, afraid of what he might see.

'Mmmm,' was Jared's only response before Jensen felt the blunt tips of two fingers pressing themselves inside him. It burned more than it hurt, not to say that there wasn't pain, but Jensen had learned to ride with the pain over the last few months. He breathed in as Jared pushed forward, let himself think, this is good, you like it, just enjoy it. And he did. He enjoyed the way Jared's wide fingers stretched him open, the soft sound of the frosting as he slowly pulled back out before pushing back in deeper than before.

'Feel good, Jen?' Jared murmured as he licked a line up the crease of Jensen's ass. 'Ready for more yet?' Jensen's answer was to push back on Jared's fingers, push them deeper into his body. 'Yeah, good boy, Jen. Like it when you fuck yourself on my fingers. Come on,' Jared breathed around his fingers as Jensen pushed himself back and forth against them.

Jared looked up Jensen’s body and watched the rise and fall of his back as Jensen fucked himself on Jared's fingers, watched and yearned to lick up the sweat beginning to pool at the bottom of Jensen's spine. He growled low in his throat and pulled his fingers out to the very tips, stilling Jensen's seeking hips with his right hand. He let them linger there a moment, circled them around slowly, so slowly, hoping to get something out of Jensen but he was still silent. Sighing he lined up a third finger along with the first two and pushed all the way in in one swift push.

Jensen arched off the bed, head thrown back in a silent cry. Now was the time, Jared thought. He didn't give Jensen a moment to collect himself, to adjust. He pulled out quickly and pushed in harder than the first time, curled his fingers, letting his knuckles drag over Jensen's prostate as he slowly pulled back out. Jensen was breathless, Jared could hear it but he wasn't there yet. He crawled over until he was nestled between Jensen's thighs, nipping at the one closest to his face. He fucked Jensen roughly with his fingers a few more times before pulling out completely, chasing his finger quickly with his mouth.

They'd never done this before. But tonight seemed right to Jared. Thirtieth birthday and all seemed like a good time to have a good rimming. He'd only done it a handful of times himself but he knew how to make it feel good. He could feel Jensen bite back a cry as he licked around his hole and quickly dipped his tongue inside. He pulled back and licked his lips, 'Tastes like warm confection.'

'Jared man, stop. Come on, just... Just fuck me,' Jensen gasped into the air between his arms. He'd managed to get himself up on all fours somewhere in there.

'Not yet, Jen. Not yet,' Jared murmured against Jensen's ass before brining his head back down and licking a wide swirl around and around, licking up warm melted bits of frosting as he went. Ever so slowly he dipped the tip of his tongue inside and ran it along the rim in as much of a circle as his tongue would allow. He let the tip flick in and out playing with the top of Jensen's entrance before pushing forward as far as he could. Curled his tongue upwards and dragged it slowly back out to the very edge and then pushed quickly back in. Jensen still tasted of frosting, it was sweet and yet not completely masking that taste, that taste that was all Jensen. Jared wanted to lick it all off and keep it in his mouth everywhere he went.

Jensen let out a very small whine and Jared grinned around Jensen's warm entrance. 'That's it, Jen. Just like that' he whispered against Jensen before pushing back in and pushing down with the tip of his tongue, pushing with all the force he could, letting it drag ever so slowly over Jensen's prostate. Prostate is good in Jared's opinion. He wanted to use it to his advantage without over using it. Jensen arched under him and Jared felt Jensen's body begin to quiver. Just a slight tremor, but a tremor just the same.

He latched his mouth over Jensen's hole, pushed deep with his tongue, and then sucked hard. Licking around and around, shallow and deep, as he sucked gentle and then rough and then gentle again. Jensen cried out Jared's name when he reached under Jensen's body and wrapped his sticky hand around his cock.

Yeah, Jared thought. That's it. He didn't say anything though. Just wanted Jensen to go with it. He removed his mouth and spit in his hand, quickly running it up his straining erection. He lined himself up as quickly as possible and pushed forward without warning. Fuck going slow tonight.

And finally. Jensen cried out. Arched off the bed, back onto his knees and sobbed out loud, sinking himself deeper on Jared's cock. 'Yeah, Jen,' Jared moaned. 'That's it, baby. Just like that.'

Jensen let himself let go, let all he’d kept inside out with each thrust. He was crying he knew it but he couldn't stop it. It felt too good. Felt too good to open up his lungs and let it go, not to hide. When he came he shook so hard he couldn't hold himself up anymore. He fell forward and smothered his face in his pillow, still softly crying.

'Shhh, Jen,' Jared whispered, running his hands up and down Jensen's back. 'Shhhh.' He laid down and curled himself around Jensen, brining Jen's head to rest on his shoulder.

'Such a pussy,' Jensen sobbed softly.

'Not a pussy,' Jared whispered into his hair. 'That took a lot out of you. For you. You did so good, Jen. I'm so proud of you.'

Jared barely heard the 'Thank you' mumbled against his shoulder. 'Anytime, Jen, anytime.'