Ty Solomon (shadowbadge) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2020-01-18 16:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | #january 2018, jared, jared x ty, ty |
Who: Jared and Ty
When: night, Saturday, Jan 13th
Where: out, then home
Warning: turns NSFW
Status: complete
Ty liked Bailey. Besides the female touch she brought, it was nice to have another person on the small police force, because it meant more time off for him and Jared. And sometimes the stars aligned and they got time off together. On a Saturday night. It was crazy, but in the best sort of way. Ty had been feeling up and down throughout the week, but by Saturday afternoon he was feeling good. Good enough to talk Jared into going out for a real date. As much of a date as they could have in Point Pleasant anyway.
They’d put on some non-uniform, non-pajama clothes, gone out to dinner at The Boathouse, then gone to see a movie at The Orion. The film had been enjoyable if forgettable, but Ty was just happy to be out of the house and out from under the badge for a while. It felt so nice to sit in the theater with his fingers entwined with Jared’s, with other people on dates around them, everyone peacefully enjoying themselves. He almost felt like a normal person for a few hours.
He was feeling pretty good as they walked out of the theater, tossing his candy wrapper and empty cup into the trash bin on the way out. Ty slipped his arm around Jared to give him a side-hug as he walked, and flashed him a smile. “And now, there’s massage oils and even more free hours at home,” he said, low enough that it was just for them. Ty planned to rub his man down and then ride his dick until he couldn’t see straight, or something to that effect.
It was so good to have a proper date night and Jared was in a really good mood, even if he'd been a little tired that morning. He'd worried it would affect his mood during their date-day but he felt a little better after sitting in a crowded restaurant and then in the dark surrounded by other people for a while. That was his saving grace - the other people in the room - but he had no way of knowing that or what was happening to him. As it was he chalked it up to finally being able to relax and for a couple of hours not think about the things he was non-stop worrying about lately. He grinned at Ty's quiet words, his mind's eye immediately setting up the scene for him in all its glory; Ty, naked and oiled up, his strong hands gliding over Jared's body - or vice versa! Either way was hot and he felt a pleasant warmth in his core, contrasting the slight chill in the air. He draped his arm over Ty's shoulders and leaned in to kiss his temple. "Sounds like the perfect end to a perfect day," he murmured and couldn't resist tacking on a cheeky, "A happy ending."
Ty snickered at the little massage joke, giving Jared’s middle a squeeze. “I feel like that whole ‘me love you long time’ thing is super racist, so ... pretend I said something funny,” he replied, grinning. “But I’m totally gonna love you long time, just FYI.” He hadn’t exactly planned all of this out, he’d just woken up knowing he wanted to spend the day with Jared, doing as much fun shit as they could cram into one day. Ty had been tempted to start molesting him in the theater, but his law-abiding nature made him keep his hands in decent places. How embarrassing would that have been for them, as cops, if they got caught? But home was fair game, and that was where Ty wanted to be. Jared had been driving them, so once they reached the car, he went around to the passenger side.
Once they were in the car, Jared pulled Ty in closer for a kiss, nothing too heavy or lengthy but he wanted to kiss him before he drove home so he did. He smiled at him then and fastened his seat belt, reaching over to squeeze his thigh before starting the engine. "I'm going to love you as long as you let me," he murmured and started the windshield wipers up, glad it hadn't snowed too much while they were inside that he'd actually have to run around and wipe the car down himself. It had started snowing again though, as it had been doing on and off all day, and even Jared was a little tired of it by now. As happy as he was with Ty, he could still feel the dread somewhere deep under the surface, ready to come back, just biding its time and waiting for something to go wrong. "I think I might crack open the red wine when we get home," he said and while he didn't often drink wine - preferring beer most days - it did feel like the perfect thing to sip on if he was getting a massage.
The kiss was nice, and Ty hummed his appreciation into it. He had meant ‘love’ in the sex way, but leave it to Jared to turn it into something sweet. He tittered a bit and let out an ‘aww’ as he sat back to let his man start to drive them home. Since his own hands were free, Ty reached over to rest one on Jared’s leg. “Sounds perfect to me,” he replied. Some wine, some good chill music, an oily rub-down, and then some hot sex would do just fine. The perfect end to a damn good day, like Jared had said. “Makes me wish we had some like, chocolate covered strawberries or something cheesy like that,” he said with a little grin. There was some chocolate sauce and whipped cream in the fridge, wasn’t there? Mixing food with massage oil probably wouldn’t be awesome though, so maybe he could save that for another romantic evening. Ty squeezed Jared’s thigh and gazed over at him adoringly. “You’re so handsome, you know that?” he murmured.
A massage, chocolate, red wine and strawberries sounded like the height of decadence and Jared was very much onboard with mixing it all together in one fantastic evening but chocolate covered strawberries took work he wasn't willing to put in tonight so he just laughed it off even if he didn't think it was terribly cheesy. Romantic, tasty and fun? Yes. Not cheesy. His smile softened at Ty's words and he could feel the love in the way Ty was watching him, even if he was only seeing him out of the corner of his eye while focused on the road. It felt good being watched by Ty, it always made him feel warm inside and more handsome than he probably was. "And you are drop dead gorgeous," he murmured, glancing over and resting his hand on Ty's. "My sexy man."
Ty grinned a bit. It was funny how years of guys saying that and similar things to him had never made him feel it the way Jared did. That was what love did to you, he supposed. He knew Jared wasn’t just trying to flatter him to get into his pants -- he could do that anytime. He meant it and Ty could hear it. Just the same as the other way around. With a little hum, Ty leaned further over the center console and kissed Jared’s shoulder, then the side of his neck. He slid his hand further in and up the inside of Jared’s thigh. He wasn’t going to distract him for long ... just a minute. Jared was a damn professional, he could handle the driving. “Looking forward to getting my hands all over you,” Ty murmured as he cupped his crotch gently.
Jared could feel his cock responding as soon as Ty came in close and when his hand touched his thigh he let out a soft groan. Yes, he could drive despite the distraction but damn, it made him want to pull over and have his way with Ty right there and then. And then his hand was on his crotch and Ty's voice was in his ear and Jared tightened his grip on the steering wheel and licked his lips. "Solomon," he said in a warning tone, the corners of his lips twitching up in a smile. "You're being bad." They were close to Haven Park at least, he wouldn't have to suffer for long.
Ty hummed a sound that said he knew and didn’t care. “Me? Naw,” he said with faux-innocence, curling his fingers against Jared’s bulge in a slow tickle. He was already getting hard, and that just made Ty’s own crotch tingle happily. He pressed another kiss against the side of Jared’s neck, then had mercy on him -- and awareness of his own safety, of course -- and sat back again with a smug grin. He kept his hand on Jared’s leg, but in a less sensitive spot. “You’ll be singing a different tune when I’ve got you all oiled up and putty in my hands.”
"Of course," Jared said with a little grin. "Because then? I can close my eyes and enjoy it without crashing into something." And yet he already missed having Ty's hand there so maybe he was just bad too. Thankfully no distance within Point Pleasant was terribly long so he didn't have to suffer for a long time, not like if he was back in Texas, doing the tedious long drive from work to home. No, this was nicer, even if there was a risk of getting the car stuck in the snow if it kept coming down like this. He parked outside Ty's place and before he left the car he indulged in pulling him close by the scruff of his neck, kissing him properly now that the car was stopped and the engine was cooling down. "I love you," he murmured against his lips. "Let's go get oiled up."
That kiss made Ty’s insides squirm in the best sort of way and the crotch of his own jeans felt tighter. He returned it wholeheartedly, then smiled when Jared spoke. “I love you,” he murmured back, squeezing his man’s thigh. Ty stole one more kiss that was a half-nibble, then pulled back to climb out of the car. The cold air was biting and would’ve killed his boner if it hadn’t been such a short walk to the apartment door. He unlocked it to let them in, stomping the snow off his boots before stepping inside to get them off. The apartment was nice and warm and welcoming, and Ty couldn’t wait to get them both stripped down and light some candles. They had to take advantage of every night off together they had. “So, wine,” he said as they were taking off their coats and boots. “Red or white, my darling?”
"Red," Jared replied and his erection hadn't waned at all in the cold. The pleasure of coming into the warm apartment did affect him however, making him feel almost drowsy for a hot second. Wine and a massage? God, he hoped he wouldn't pass out before things got really good, he wanted his happy ending. He pulled Ty close before he could run off, wanting to kiss him and feel his body close for a moment, a reminder of things to come. "I'm gonna go strip down and get ready for you," he murmured against his lips. "If you show up naked with wine? All the better."
Ty was feeling nicely like he would never need to sleep again, except when he wanted to, for pleasure. This was going to be a fun night, and he felt energized for it, more than ready to pamper the hell out of Jared and himself at the same time. Ty pressed happily against his boyfriend’s bulk, almost struggling to kiss him because he was smiling so damn much. “Duly noted,” he murmured. That was very doable. Ty gave Jared’s bottom lip a nibble and patted his ass before he pulled away. “Go get comfortable, lover. Be in in a minute.”
Jared grinned and hurried to the bedroom once Ty had left his side. He didn't think Ty would take very long so the undressing was a bit rushed on his part. He flung his shirt onto the dresser and started with the belt when suddenly he stopped, a chill crawling up his back in the worst way. The timing was ridiculous because he'd been happy and warm one second and then the next he was suddenly thinking of Sadie, or that thing that had not been Sadie, slinking towards him, all torn up and bleeding only in his memory she opened her mouth and he could swear her scream sounded like a train horn. He grabbed his shirt off the dresser, too cold to be naked now, and plopped down on the bed after pulling it back on. "Jesus," he whispered, pushing the memory away, guilt and annoyance lacing through him because he knew Ty was about to come in naked with wine and he was... no good right now.
It caught Ty in the middle of pouring wine into two glasses. He felt the sudden bone-chilling cold first, then his hand jerked with the sudden fear that jolted through him and some wine spilled, but Ty hardly noticed. All of the bad memories of horrible shit that had happened to him in this town were suddenly bright and vivid and present -- from seeing the mangled body of Sadie Gaines lying near her back step to the creepiness of the Cooperdale Tunnel to the dread he’d felt running out into the fog. The terror when he’d gotten caught, the pain of the claws digging into his skin. He had to brace himself against the counter as his vision swam and he felt lightheaded. For an awful moment all those sensations were piled on top of one another inside of him, just as strong as they’d been the first time they’d happened. He set the wine bottle down without dropping it, thankfully, and bent his head with both hands gripping the edge of the counter. Ty tried to just breathe through it all.
Ty did not return as quickly as Jared expected him to and that added to the overwhelming feeling of fear he was fighting to smother. He'd always been a skeptic so thinking this sudden panic was some sort of psychic premonition warning him something was wrong with Ty felt completely out of character but there it was. He gripped his knees and stayed quiet as he listened for Ty's footsteps or anything out of the ordinary. Seconds ticked by, too many seconds where he couldn't hear him and this apartment wasn't that big, he should be back by now unless he was doing some sexy preparations. God, that made Jared feel even more like shit and he got up a bit unsteadily, heading toward the kitchen. It was tempting to take his gun but it felt wrong. If Ty wasn't okay, he wasn't sure he wanted to be okay either.
It wasn’t that Ty had forgotten about Jared, because that was impossible. But he was caught up in worrying for his own survival more than his boyfriend’s, something he would feel like shit about once his head was back on straight. For the moment Ty was just trying not to hyperventilate while spilled wine dripped off the counter and onto the floor. He heard footsteps behind him and whirled around as his heart leapt into his throat; one hand knocked into the wine glasses and sent them falling into the sink, where one shattered. For a split second Ty was absolutely positive there was somebody there to kill him, but it was just Jared. “Ohmygod,” he breathed in a rush, and hurried forward to grab hold of his big boyfriend, clinging tight.
"You too, huh?" Jared whispered even if he didn't really feel like he had to ask. He didn't know what that had been, but it had been too clear and weird to just be a random flashback, that and the cold. Maybe it should have surprised him that Ty felt it too but at this point he wasn't sure he could be surprised by weird shit anymore. Terrified, yes, exhausted for sure, but surprised? Hardly. He wrapped his arms around Ty, taking comfort in being his shelter for now. As much as he didn't want Ty to suffer he was almost relieved it wasn't just him, he'd felt so damn guilty about potentially ruining the night by being weird, Ty had been so excited and happy about it all, but no, whatever it was had affected both of them.
Somehow it made perfect sense that Jared was feeling something wrong too. Enough that he’d come back out from the bedroom to check on Ty, or share in the fear, or whatever was happening at the moment. Ty clung to him, grateful for his warmth even if Jared’s hands felt cold through Ty’s t-shirt. There was definitely an unnatural chill in the air and even though he knew they were as safe as they could be and there wasn’t some horrible monster lurking right behind him, Ty’s body still felt on high alert. “What the fuck,” he whispered in distress, then pulled back to look at Jared’s face. Then quickly down at the rest of Jared. He seemed fine, but the heavy dread in his stomach still wanted him to check. “Are you okay? Did you ... feel that?”
"If by 'that' you mean unnaturally cold while remembering bad shit in vivid detail, yeah, I did." Jared had a feeling that if Ty had felt the same thing, his memories had been a great deal more frightening. Jared currently just felt saddened by his, or more accurately: bewildered and depressed. He watched Ty look him over and smiled faintly as he tried to take comfort in that obvious concern and love Ty was showing him. "I'm okay," he told him, even as he grasped his shirt tightly in his fists and pulled him in closer to his own body again. "Just a little shaken. How about you? Has it passed?"
Ty was more than happy to return to clinging, and he pressed his face into the crook of Jared’s neck. The chill was starting to fade, and even though he still felt kind of shaky-sick with adrenaline, his heart was starting to slow down. “I think ... I think, yeah,” he murmured, fisting his own hands in the back of Jared’s shirt. Ty took a deep purposeful breath, trying to focus on how Jared smelled more than anything else. It was a familiar, comforting scent. All of that other shit was over now, and he was fine. “I’m okay. ... that was fuckin’ weird though.” If he did indeed have PTSD, flashbacks and panic attacks were supposed to be part of it, but those weren’t contagious. Jared had felt the same thing he did, so that meant it was something outside of them both.
"I wonder if anyone else felt that too," Jared whispered because it was weird enough that the two of them had gone through the same thing and in a way he sort of hoped it had, that it wasn't just something in their apartment. Was that strange, he wondered, it wasn't like he wanted other people to suffer but thinking something was wrong here in Haven Park - just like something had been wrong in Seaview - was terrifying, like something was following him. If it was everywhere, then it wasn't attached to him and Ty. Or maybe that was better. He wasn't sure how to feel about any of it. "Fuck this," he whispered. "We were having such a good day."
Ty found himself kind of hoping the same -- that at least other people in the apartments around them had felt something. It seemed to be fading, so that was a good thing, but that didn’t make it less unsettling. Ty could just be grateful that it hadn’t been worse, and hope that it wouldn’t get worse. He grunted an acknowledgement of what Jared said and squeezed him tighter for a moment, then pulled back enough to look at him. “Do you wanna stay here? Or do you wanna ... I dunno, get a room at Juniper for the night?” His brow was knitted, and he didn’t know what he wanted to do either, really. He just knew Jared wouldn’t want to go back to Seaview, so a hotel seemed like the only other option.
Jared shook his head. He didn't want to go out again and he felt calmer now and definitely not afraid like Ty probably felt. "It's not the apartment, I don't think. Isn't Juniper supposed to be haunted?" It came off almost as a joke but really, at this point he would easily believe the stories because everything was just so damn weird anyway. "I think... We open up another bottle of wine and we stay close to each other. That's what I want to do anyway." He moved his hand to rub his thumb against Ty's jawline, still holding him close with one arm. "Do you want to go somewhere else? Because if you do-"
The way Ty felt, he thought he would rather deal with ghosts. But the feelings were fading and Jared was probably right. It wasn’t the apartment. He shook his head quickly at Jared’s question. “No, no, I think ... I think I’m okay. Just ... yeah, more wine and you. That’s all I need.” Ty managed a small smile and gave Jared a gentle squeeze. He still felt a little sick to his stomach and shaky with adrenaline, but the terror was going away and he thought he might be fine again in a few minutes. As fine as he ever was these days, at least. “Shit, the wine,” Ty muttered, looking around at the mess he’d left before he pulled away to go tend to it.
They had started the night with every intention of Ty spoiling the shit out of Jared but it didn't feel right anymore and Jared felt like it should be the other way around, at least to start with. "Don't worry about the wine," he told him, turning his head gently but firmly so he could kiss him. "I'll clean up the wine, you find a new bottle and toss more tissues at me if I need more, deal?" Of course Ty ended up helping him, Jared should have seen that coming. "On the bright side of things, you didn't spill this on the carpet," Jared told him with a smile as he washed his hands after tossing out the tissues. "Bedroom or living room?"
That was definitely a bright side, along with the fact that the wine hadn’t stained the white linoleum. He didn’t want to lose his deposit on this place. Ty had opened up a new bottle and gotten another glass down to replace the one he broke. He filled them up and picked one up in each hand. “Bedroom,” he said decisively. “I need bed. With you.” Ty turned to start heading that way. The fear and cold were both gone now, but the whole thing had left him a little shaken and tired. He still felt like he needed to be with his man though, to chase away the bad memories completely. In the bedroom, he set their wine down and started stripping out of his clothes.
Of course. Ty's moment had been in the kitchen, not the bedroom, so he wouldn't have a problem with it. Jared worried for a moment that he himself would but then decided he was not going to let it affect him. He loved Ty's room, no stupid flashback was going to ruin that for him so he followed Ty in there and - despite whatever lingering apprehension he might feel - started stripping down too. He half expected it to happen again when he went through the same motions of pulling his shirt off but nothing happened other than the two of them got naked and once they both were, Jared closed the distance between them to hold him again. "We had some pretty good plans for the night," he said softly. "I'm not willing to abandon them completely but you look like you might need that massage more than I do."
It was probably selfish of him, but Ty didn’t even think that Jared might not want to be in the bedroom. To him it was a haven away from the kitchen and had a soft bed with lots of blankets and a TV they could settle into watch, comfort and safety. That was all he wanted, to cocoon up with his man and try to forget everything else. Ty slipped his arms around Jared when he came in close, trying to focus on the skin-on-skin contact rather than anything else. He sighed a bit and gently headbutted Jared’s shoulder. “Fucking bullshit, getting in the way of me pampering you,” he muttered, trying to keep his tone somewhat light. Ty looked up again and kissed Jared’s jaw. “Only if you want to. We can just chill and ... do whatever.”
"I want to," Jared told him and it was part stubborness, a big fuck you to the face of whatever had interrupted their evening. He truly wanted to though and he didn't bother double checking if that was what Ty wanted too, trusting him to pipe up if he didn't. "Wine and massage, take two." He dipped down to catch Ty's lips, smoothing his hands down his back, stopping just above his ass and letting them rest in that delicious curve of his back as he deepened the kiss. There was comfort to be found in a lot of things, they could cuddle up under the covers, put a movie on and snuggle - or Jared could get lost in this kiss and find his comfort in touching Ty all over.
Physical attention and sex was always a good distraction, and now they needed one more than ever, it seemed like. If Jared wanted to turn the tables on him ... so be it. Ty wasn’t going to complain. He would just have to make up for it later at some point. For now he really did just want to be a mindless puddle underneath his man’s strong hands. Ty enjoyed the kiss for a few long moments, his palms spread against Jared’s shoulder blades, then pulled back enough to quirk a little smile. “Aight, you talked me into it,” he murmured. Ty pressed another soft kiss against Jared’s lips before he moved away to head for the bed. He crawled onto it and stretched out on his stomach, adjusting here and there to comfort and finally letting out a long sigh.
Jared indulged himself by watching Ty, even as he moved to get what he needed before he joined him, crawling up on the bed after him and dumping a towel by his side. It'd come in handy for whenever he wanted to get a sip of his wine without the glass going flying from his oily hands. He straddled Ty's hips, leaning over him to kiss his back a few times before getting started. "I love you," he said softly. "We're okay now." It felt important to say that, a reminder for both of them that whatever horrors were out there - or inside their heads - weren't welcome tonight. He opened up the small bottle of oil, poured its content onto the palm of his hand to warm it up before starting.
The kissing was nice, the soft press of warm lips and tickle of breath, and the words were simple but something in them was reassuring. Maybe that was just Ty wanting stuff to be true that couldn’t be true, but it still helped. His face turned to the side, cheek propped up on his hands, Ty gave a hum of agreement. “I love you too,” he mumbled. He hoped the second part was accurate, that nothing else fucked up would happen that would ruin their night together. He desperately needed this with his man, and Ty was pretty damn sure the feeling was mutual. When Jared’s slick hands made that first contact, Ty let out a little groan and tried to ground himself completely in his body, to sink into this and lose himself in it.
Jared knew he was pretty good at this and he really focused on making it extra good for Ty tonight, kneading at his tense muscles until he felt them relax. Yeah he would have loved a massage too but this was good as well, all that touching, feeling his man go slack, putty in his hands. Those little sounds that escaped him didn't hurt any either and straddling him naked was fucking nice. He leaned forward again a few times when he was working at Ty's shoulders, nibbling on his ear and kissing his temple before sliding his hands down his back, the heels of his hands firm along the curve of his spine. Eventually he scooted back a little to work at the tension in his lower back. He knew it felt good to massage the glutes but it wasn't just for Ty's pleasure when his hands worked his ass and that was much was obvious when he leaned forward again, letting his now hard cock slide along the crack. "You are so fucking beautiful," he whispered. "Touching you is its own kind of therapy."
Jared made it easy to get lost in, the motions and pressure of his hands lulling Ty into an almost meditative state. The tingles that came from the brief visits from Jared’s mouth lifted him out of it for a few seconds here and there, sending extra heat rushing into his crotch. When Jared moved to massaging his ass, it didn’t take long for Ty to get hard, his cock pushing into the mattress under him. He was feeling relaxed and rather pudding-like everywhere else, his tired muscles worked into relaxation. Until he felt Jared’s cock slide against more sensitive skin, that was, as that sent a little thrill up his spine that made him arch slightly, pushing his ass up into the contact. Ty let out a heavier breath, straightening his head out with his forehead pressed to one curled fist, his nose touching the sheets. “Touch me wherever you want,” he said, his voice hoarse and heavy with growing arousal.
"Mmhmm," Jared murmured. Wherever, however and with whatever he wanted he thought, slowly grinding his hips forward to rub his cock against Ty's slick skin. Happy endings really did bring a whole new meaning to 'deep massage' and they both deserved a happy ending tonight. Ty's own arousal was unmistakable, those small little moves, the sound of his voice, it all made Jared ache for him. He'd added more oil so regularly he didn't feel like he needed to add more so he just withdrew one hand to run it over his cock, coating it in that same oil that covered Ty's body before slipping a couple of fingers into Ty. He could see some of the tension returning to Ty's body but it was a different kind - the good kind - and he smiled faintly as he worked his fingers inside him, his free hand still rubbing and squeezing his ass.
Ty didn’t quite expect those fingers right away, but they slid in so smooth and easy, bringing nothing but pleasure. He gave a low groan, shifting his hips slightly to make himself even more accessible, while his stomach clenched pleasantly. The cold fear that had swamped them earlier was completely gone now, or at least pushed back to a place where it didn’t interfere in this, thankfully. Jared knew exactly how to touch him and play his body like an instrument, and it only took a few moments before he was feeling overheated and needy, his cock getting even harder between his body and the bed.
The mood had shifted so much it felt like the temperature of the room had changed too, everything was just pleasantly warm and soft now and it was exactly what Jared needed. He kept kneading with one hand as he slowly moved his fingers within Ty, loving how subtly he moved to accommodate him, how ready for him he was. Pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his cock felt effortless and seamless but pushing in shifted the mood again for him, like the temperature was rising and his mind was getting fuzzier. It was a sort of bliss he desperately needed right now, slipping into a completely different mindset and feeling so much closer to his man. He let out a soft little sound when he was seated fully, staring down at where their bodies were joined.
No matter the circumstances, feeling Jared push his cock inside was always bliss to Ty. The stretch was delicious and he felt impaled so deep, it made Ty want to squirm in the best sort of way. A long, low groan escaped his throat, and Ty’s fingers clenched in the sheets underneath him. He liked this position, the semi-helpless feeling of being pinned on his stomach, Jared’s weight pushing against his hips and upper thighs. It felt like being taken, and that was always nice. Most of the time, anyway. It was something he needed right now -- he didn’t have to think, or feel anything but pleasure. Ty kept his hips tilted up as much as he could, his cheek pressed into the mattress and his eyes shut as he adjusted to Jared’s hot girth inside of him.
Jared let himself enjoy just that for a little while, being pushed in deep, watching Ty's little movements. It was the stark opposite of going fast and hard but it was in that moment every bit as hot and his cock throbbed pleasantly when he felt Ty arch up against him. When he did move it was in slow and shallow thrusts, his hands still kneading Ty's ass, enjoying the slickness of the oil and how it made Ty's dark skin catch the light in a near shimmer. It made him want to take a picture but he knew it wouldn't do the real thing justice, he wasn't even sure where he'd left his phone and his hands were way too oily to be operating it anyway so he tried to commit it to memory instead. "Wish I could show you just how hot you look right now," he said quietly, his voice a little strained just like the muscles in his body felt wound up and trembly.
Ty had known he was attractive for a very long time, but he never seemed to feel it as much as when Jared admired him out loud. It always fed into his unquenchable thirst to be loved and adored by a man, and Jared just kept feeding into that desire. Occasionally Ty worried that it would get tiresome to him, Ty would turn too needy and it would put distance between them, but it hadn’t happened yet, and he couldn’t fret about everything. He shouldn’t, anyway. Especially not at moments like this, when his whole body felt so damn good and they were so connected. “Wish I could see you fucking me,” he murmured, the muscle under Jared’s hands flexing as he shifted his hips restlessly. This slow, steady, thorough fucking felt like exactly what he needed, his cock still hard and aching against the mattress.
Too needy wasn't really in Jared's vocabulary beyond worrying about being it himself and that was only because he'd been burned by that before. He thrived on being needed and he himself was needy, it felt natural and vulnerable to him, two very important things in any relationship. "I'm going to film you sometime," he groaned. "We can delete it after but you should see this, should see how fucking hot this is." His voice felt thick with lust, his voice near slurred as he moved on in his slow rhythm, his gaze trailing over Ty's back and ass, hungry for every little detail. "I'm so hooked on you, baby," he moaned quietly, leaning down and bracing himself with one hand on the mattress so he could nibble on Ty's neck.
Given the way Ty was feeling, he didn’t give a damn if a video got deleted or posted online for the whole world to see. It would be sexy as fuck to know people were watching them and getting off on it ... but pretty much anything sounded sexy as fuck to him right then. Ty groaned deep, reaching up behind him to cup the back of Jared’s neck once he was close enough. His man’s hot breath and soft lips against his sensitized skin made Ty shudder, and he bucked his hips up into the thrusts more insistently. “Fuck ... I love you,” he breathed, fingers pressing into Jared’s neck. Being mostly covered by his big body was so delicious, Ty wanted him to stay there, press into him harder, even. Jared could crush the breath out of him and he would happily take it.
On some level Jared could sense what it was Ty wanted, body language was a powerful thing and he felt especially tuned into his boyfriend's mood at the moment. He did press down against him as he rolled his hips a little faster, gradually picking up pace because that friction was delicious for both of them. "I love you too," he murmured. "I love fucking you," he added huskily, nipping on Ty's shoulder a little more sharply. "Like you were made for me." That was not the extent of his love for Ty but that went without saying and right now that was the focus; Ty's body against his, around him, tight and hot, making him feel heady with pleasure.
In the middle of being fucked so deliciously, Ty could believe in that sort of fate. Like there had been countless moving pieces, worked by some mysterious hand to bring them together. Ty’s time in the closet that kept him single, Jared’s marriage that brought him here and then the subsequent divorce, the things they’d been through to bond them together. It all seemed to make sense and it was all completely worth it when he was this stoned on pleasure. Aside from Sadie’s untimely death, of course, but that was far from his mind at the moment. Ty wasn’t quite able to articulate that at the moment, his brain full of heat and static instead of words. He was helpless to just ride the wave of sweet tension that Jared kept rolling through his body. He groaned his feelings on the matter, rocking his body under Jared’s to get that thick cock as deep inside him as he could with every thrust.
Jared was losing his words as well. How could he articulate anything further when he was so caught up in the way his pleasure just kept building, thrumming and primal, shutting off the logic in his brain and filling it with dirty, delicious thoughts instead. He could still see the way his cock fit inside Ty in his mind's eye, pushing him open and stretching him taut and every deep thrust drew sweet sounds from Ty's lips, each one seemingly going straight to Jared's balls. He bit him again and that too felt primal, like he was holding him in place, possessing him in every way possible as he claimed him, owned him, fucked deep inside him faster and faster.
The bite felt harder, a sharper pain flaring up from it that made Ty cry out, deep and guttural. His cock throbbed against the mattress, leaking fluid and hard as iron. He was pumping his hips as much for the front half of his body as the back now, rubbing that hot sensitive skin against the sheets like a rutting animal, desperately striving for release. Everything kind of hurt but felt so fucking good at the same time. Ty loved every second of it, completely transported out of his mind and into his body -- which currently was the best place in the world to be. The pressure in his balls was starting to get unbearable, but he knew that when they got like this Jared liked to be in control of his orgasm, so Ty did his best to push that rising tide back. “M’gonna ... come soon,” he managed to get out between pants and moans. If Jared wanted to prolong things, he was going to have to slow down.
Ty had awoken a dominant streak in Jared that bordered on sadistic at times and it could be fun, drawing it out and withholding the pleasure. Ty's words definitely made some of that feeling flare up but Jared found he wasn't really in the right mindset to be mean about it. He wanted all the pleasure, all the good feelings - for both of them - but that didn't mean he couldn't take things more slowly, draw this out for as long as they could stand it. He groaned softly, pumping into Ty a few more times before he pulled back, slowly pulling his cock out. "Turn around," he said gruffly. "If you're gonna come, I want to be the one to make you." He shifted his weight and knelt next to Ty to give him space to move, running his hand up his thigh and giving his ass a little slap. It was all good, he needed more lube anyway.
Those last few thrusts put Ty close enough to the edge that he whined when Jared pulled out. He couldn’t help it; he felt suddenly very empty without that connection, in more than a physical way. So he didn’t hesitate to move as soon as he could, rolling over and shifting around until he was on his back with his thighs splayed and his knees bent upward. Jared looked fucking fantastic, a flush of effort and arousal in his chest and neck, his cock standing proudly out from his body. Ty’s lower belly was sticky with precum, his erection bobbing a bit with his heavy breathing. He felt the impulse to reach and pull Jared’s cock into his mouth to suck on, but he wasn’t so far gone that he’d forgotten where it had just been. Instead Ty wrapped his hand around it to give Jared a few solid strokes while he handled the bottle of oil.
Jared murmured contently at the touch, moving languidly to where he wanted to be as he poured oil in the palm of his hand. "You've made a mess," he said breathlessly, his grin a little lopsided as he looked Ty over. He looked absolutely debauched, his skin shiny with oil and precum, his eyes glazed with arousal. Jared wanted to devour him. "S'okay, we'll clean you up when I'm done with you." He nudged Ty's hand away to slick up his cock and position it, pressing inside again and this time he did it oh so slowly - wanting to savor the feeling of his cock slipping inside, inch by inch.
A shaky little laugh escaped Ty at that comment, like he’d poured all that massage oil all over himself. ... which, now that he thought about it, wasn’t a bad idea for sometime when he wanted to surprise-seduce Jared. “S’your fault,” he murmured with a tiny grin as Jared got back into position. Ty wrapped his legs around Jared’s hips, loosely so as not to get in his way, no matter how much he wanted to really grip. He let out a deep groan as their bodies came together again, this slow entry going even smoother than the first, now that his ass was thoroughly warmed up to it. “Fuck ... fuck that’s so good,” he breathed, staring up at Jared with heavy-lidded eyes.
"Yeah," Jared breathed, meeting his gaze as if transfixed. As much as he felt like he was claiming Ty, he also felt like he was being claimed. They belonged together, to each other, fate or no fate, this was it. He stopped only when he was fully seated, taking only a moment before he started moving again and soon it became hard to keep his eyes open. "I love you," he groaned, even if words felt unimportant at the moment. There was just bodies and pleasure and this intense connection he felt to Ty.
Ty was sure that he would never have another love like this in his life, if the two of them didn’t last until death broke them apart. Jared was it for him, which just made moments like this even more precious and appreciated. Ty had to hold onto this, because he knew how miserable he was without it. He hitched his legs up higher, pressing his thighs in against Jared’s sides as he moved with him. The change in angle made it feel electrified all over again, and he let out a soft sound in answer to Jared’s words, already feeling short of breath once more.
Jared hadn't forgotten why they'd changed positions, even if right now the biggest benefit of it was that intense eye contact. But he'd wanted to stroke Ty to completion while he fucked him and so he wrapped his fingers around his cock, loving how hard it was, knowing it was probably bordering on painful at this point, the need for the touch so high. He kept his touch light at first but then he took him firmly in hand, stroking him slowly in time with the roll of his hips.
Ty had been prepared to get fucked for a while before Jared gave him the stimulation his body was craving, but he was apparently feeling generous tonight. Or at least pretty close to the edge himself. As much as Ty wanted to fuck his man for hours on end, every nerve ending in his cock cried out with desperate relief when Jared touched him. The tease at first made him squirm, but then Jared tightened his grip and Ty was plunged into lava-hot pleasure. The combination of Jared’s cock filling him up and rubbing his prostate so deliciously and his hand stroking Ty’s needy erection almost made him come immediately. He clung with his legs and his fingers dug into Jared’s shoulders and he gave his big man a pleading sort of look. “Can I ...?” he gasped. He probably didn’t have to ask for permission, it just came out naturally in the moment.
It warmed Jared in the weirdest way when Ty asked and that sadistic urge to say no was only there for a split second and more of a tease than anything so he nodded, groaning softly. "Come for me," he managed to get out, the words strained and hoarse because he wasn't in better shape than Ty was by much. That look on Ty's face only pushed him further, his eyes needy and dark, fixed on Jared's - how could he not be affected. He twisted his hand a little, rubbing his thumb along the underside of Ty's cock, already feeling it pulsing in his grip. "Give it to me."
A short, harsh sound came out of Ty and a shudder ran up his spine. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful now, like he might come apart at the seams before he got release. It wasn’t just the words, which were hot as fuck on their own, but the gravely way they came out, the intensity in his lust-darkened eyes. Not to mention the twist in his wrist as he stroked Ty’s cock. It was all too much for a few seconds until he peaked, his back arching up off the bed, head pressed into the mattress and his eyes clenched shut. He let out a strangled cry as his cock jumped in Jared’s grip, creamy white spewing from the tip. It was an incredibly strong orgasm that made his whole lower half feel like it was seizing up in the best sort of way.
Jared couldn't remember sex with Ty that didn't feel intense to him in some way, even lazy morning sex had something tense and deep going on, thrumming under the surface. Tonight... Maybe it was the fear from earlier, or maybe it was just that connection they shared, but his need for Ty felt almost overwhelming and when Ty came it sparked off Jared's orgasm too, like a chain reaction in heavily bonded components. He had expected to last longer so it came as a surprise, one he didn't have much time to marvel at before he was seeing stars, driving himself deep inside Ty and doubling down over him. "Oh fuck," he groaned. "Oh shit, oh fuck... Fuck." He hadn't exactly gone from zero but the crescendo had been fast, the intensity of it like a damn whiplash.
Jared coming with him just made Ty’s climax feel heightened further, those pleasurable clenches seeming to echo for longer as Jared’s cock pulsed inside of him. In spite of the cursing, it almost felt like a divine moment, the two of them drowning in ecstasy together. Then everything started to melt into a looser, sated feeling. Ty’s fingers had been digging into Jared’s back harder than he realized, and it hurt a little to unclench. He kept his eyes closed as his breathing started to slow down, his body relaxing under his man’s bulk. It was the most secure, beautiful spot he could think of. Ty tilted his head enough to catch Jared’s mouth in a lazy sort of kiss. “I want you forever,” he barely murmured.
"You got me forever," Jared murmured contently against his lips and the words made him happier than he could ever articulate. He also didn't doubt them, or doubt that he wanted the same thing. They'd been through so much, highs as well as lows and there was so much more than just the intense passion between them. It didn't feel possible for this to go wrong, even if he'd been burned before. That fear had dwindled so much with Ty, the only thing Jared really worried about was outside forces fucking with them but even then, he felt like they would be okay. As long as they held on tight. "I love you."
Ty was a practical man, he didn’t believe much in fate or the stars aligning or anything like that. It was sweet, romantic nonsense. But there was a deep part of him that now believed that he’d been meant for Jared and vice versa. They just fit so well together, he felt so natural and comfortable around the man, his feelings went far beyond just the rush of new romance. It wasn’t so new anymore, and the two of them had been through a lot, and Ty really felt they had a solid foundation now, and they were both committed to building a good life on top of it. It was easy to feel all of that in this moment, and Ty let himself bask in it. They fucking deserved that much. “I love you too,” he whispered, running his hands lightly up and down Jared’s back. “I don’t even wanna move.”
"Lucky for you we don't have to," Jared murmured and he felt the same, like they'd created a sanctuary for themselves right here in the bed and leaving it might make the fear return. He didn't want to let go of Ty anytime soon, just wanted to stay put and let Ty pet him like this, soothing and warm. At least he wasn't wearing a condom so he could stay inside him a while longer, go soft and slip out in his own time - or until Ty got tired of staying in that position. "Let's just stay in bed and be oily and messy for a while," he added with a little grin. "We can add even more oil and just slip and slide all over each other."
All Ty really needed to do was relax his legs and he felt like he could be comfy for a while. Eventually the lube would start to itch and his hips would be unhappy, but it was damn well worth it at the moment. He let out a soft little laugh at that suggestion. “Are you trying to ruin my sheets?” he murmured, amused. He could just see them slipping and sliding and moving between wrestling and fucking and it did sound kind of fun. “Maybe next time we can put a tarp down first.” Ty lifted his head to give Jared another kiss, one hand sneaking down to squeeze and pat his ass. “Totally in favor of staying in bed though,” he added.
"I'll buy you new sheets," Jared promised, wiggling his ass a little at the attention. "Silk, high thread count, whatever you want." He laughed even as he kissed Ty again and for a moment he felt so happy it almost hurt, like all the pain of the last few weeks had just blossomed into a big warm ball of pure content but it was too big for his chest. "Waterproof sheets too," he murmured, a joke to try to ease that overwhelming feeling. "I think we might need those more."
“Ugh, but silk sheets feel so much better than waterproof ones,” he faux-protested. Ty grinned a little. “We just need two beds, that’s all. A practical one for the fucking, and then a super lush one to flop into and go to sleep when we’re done. No cleanup but the shower in between.” It was ridiculously lazy and indulgent, but that was the kind of mood Ty was in at the moment. Jared had chased away all the shadows for him, and it looked like Ty had done the same. That was what they did for each other, consciously or not, and that was one of the reasons Ty was sure they would last now. He started pressing slow kisses along the line of Jared’s jaw.
"High thread count cotton sheets beat silk any day," Jared murmured and then he couldn't help but laugh because it was a stupidly domestic chat to have after sex but hey, he wasn't wrong. "Let's have a guest room in our new place and we can switch beds as often as we want when we don't have any guests." Which would be most of the time so even better. Not that he really wanted to think about their new place right now because doing that made him think about selling the other houses and that was all a headache he'd barely had time to deal with lately. "One slip n' slide bed, one cotton."
“A sex room, you read my mind,” Ty said with a snicker. He had to disagree about the silk sheets, but maybe Jared had never slept on real silk. Ty didn’t own any currently, but his mother had, and he’d always loved sneaking into her bed when he was a little kid to roll around in the softness. It had been almost as heavenly as this was. Ty kissed Jared solidly on the mouth and patted his butt again. “C’mon. Shower, snacks, then snuggling. Get that cute ass moving, Gaines.” Ty sent up a quick and silent prayer that the rest of the evening would stay quiet and peaceful and they could actually stay relaxed and enjoy themselves. They deserved that.