Jared was sure that he wouldn’t like bottoming. He had tried putting fingers inside of himself a couple times, determined to find out what the fuss is all about, but he didn’t find his prostate, didn’t enjoy it one bit.
So when Jensen takes him back to his hotel room that night, after their first convention, and asks if he can fuck Jared after giving him the best blowjob of his life, Jared thinks he’ll have to fake it.
Except that he stays hard when Jensen preps him, even when he’s up to three thick fingers, but Jared figures that it must be because Jensen won’t stop talking dirty to him in that low, deep voice when he’s not sucking on the head of Jared’s cock.
"You ready?" Jensen asks a few minutes later, and Jared isn’t sure if he really is but he nods anyway, wanting nothing more than Jensen keeping watching him like this. Jensen slides in slowly, inch by inch, and okay, whoa, he’s big. Bigger than Jared though he was but it’s okay, it doesn’t hurt much, Jared can take it.
And alright, Jared has to admit that it feels good. Nothing like what some people told him it would feel, but definitely better than what he did, alone in his bed. Until Jensen starts to thrust slowly, aiming for Jared’s and obviously hitting it.
"Fuck," Jared groans, his whole body spasming. "Jensen, I…"
"Jerk yourself off for me."
It doesn’t take more than a few strokes before Jared comes with a cry, coating his abs in white.
"I’m gonna keep fucking you until you come a second time, alright?"
And the crazy thing is, Jared doesn’t even get soft and he might come again sooner than he thought was possible.
Bottoming is awesome.