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“Trust me?”
Jensen dubiously eyes Jared. Surely that question can only mean trouble.
They’ve just finished dinner: chicken and pasta draped in a luscious alfredo sauce Jared had somehow learned behind Jensen’s back, all as part of his big birthday surprise. It seems Jared has plenty more in store as he stands up from the dining table and continues watching Jensen, waiting for a response.
Leaning back in his seat, Jensen takes in all of Jared. He tries like hell to not be distracted by the long, lean lines of his legs and trim waist in tailored dress slacks, and then the broad chest filling out a soft cashmere sweater. There was plenty to eat, but Jensen has to swallow down a new hunger that’s making its presence known. Still … Jared has ideas and Jensen isn’t sure where this will lead. “I’m afraid to ask,” he counters.
Jared drags his hand over Jensen’s jaw and with the barest of touches, he tilts Jensen’s face up to meet him in a soft kiss. As they separate, Jared hums and smiles. “I think you’re gonna like what I have in mind.”
“Are you sure about that?” Jensen asks, his stomach spinning with anticipation and anxiety. So often, he’s the one steering them to try new things, mainly for his own need to be fully aware of their boundaries and directions. Jared often goes with the flow; him having his own ideas tonight is an interesting, if not worrying development.
There’s a sparkle in Jared’s eye when he runs his hand down Jensen’s arm to finally grab hold of Jensen’s hand and tug. “You trust me, don’t you, baby?” he asks again, pulling Jensen out of his chair and to the bedroom before they can fully discuss this.
Jared clearly knows how to get Jensen riled up because he positions Jensen just a few feet from the edge of the bed, right in front of the trunk. He stands behind Jensen and hooks his chin over Jensen's shoulder, so he fully surrounds Jensen with his heat and scent. As he works each button on Jensen’s creamy linen shirt, Jensen reaches one hand back to Jared’s hip and the other up to his neck, holding him close all while eying the trunk. Jensen’s heartbeat quickens as he can visualize all the fun toys and treats awaiting them inside that antique steamer.
Despite the heat outside, there’s a chill in the air-conditioned bedroom, along with the ceiling fan’s large palm blades taking a lazy spin. Jensen blinks at them as he feels the heat of Jared’s mouth on his shoulder and sliding closer to his neck. Seconds later, the full warmth of Jared’s bare chest is flush to Jensen’s back and Jensen allows himself to lean into the strength of Jared’s hold. It’s enough of a distraction that Jensen closes his eyes just before Jared sneaks a blindfold into place.
“Jay, what’re you …” Jensen reaches for the fabric tied into place, blanketing him in darkness, but Jared eases his hands away.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Jared whispers in his ear. “I got you. Just like you’ve always got me.”
Jensen puts on a trembling smile, thinking about how much trust Jared puts at Jensen’s feet, especially in the bedroom and in the trunk, which holds all sorts of goodies that Jared lets Jensen try out on him.
Tonight, Jared has his own ideas for the trunk as he leads Jensen to sit on it and makes quick work of the leather ties. They've explored all sorts of feathers and cattails, clamps and vibrators, and found new thrills along the way. They’ve also tiptoed triggers, like Jared’s anxiety around being tied down, which they’ve overcome with a slow progression from soft ties and fuzzy cuffs to the leather straps that are now being wound around Jensen’s wrists. These don’t bother Jensen at all; it’s the restraint around his eyes that trips him up.
And Jared knows it, tries to ease away every flinch of Jensen’s nervous disposition – when he can’t have his sight, can’t know what’s coming or going – with the gentlest of touches along Jensen’s hairline, the nape of his neck, over his shoulders, and further down his chest. There’s nothing sexual about the caring trails Jared’s strong fingers etch in Jensen’s skin; it’s all for comfort, to anchor Jensen in place, and to remind him who he is and who he has.
“Jared,” he whispers, nearly begs, because he wants his lover right next to him for whatever they’re about to play out. He needs the comfort of Jared’s presence near him, needs to be walked so slowly through this if he’s going to survive without panic taking over.
“Right here,” Jared soothes with his palm wide and warm across the center of Jensen’s chest for a moment. He settles in next to Jensen on the trunk, jostling Jensen a bit, then there’s the soft touch of his knuckles across Jensen’s cheek.
It relaxes Jensen just long enough to take a deep breath and settle himself. That’s when he gets a whiff of … sugar and spice. A sweet, creamy scent fills the air, quickly taken over by toasty spices that transport him back to the holidays of pumpkin, cinnamon, and hot apple cider.
Jared lets out a lascivious mmm noise and Jensen hears him lap at his own lips. “‘Kay, open your mouth.”
Another other day of the week, he’d gladly take the order and be ready to take Jared all the way down, but given the proximity of Jared at his side, shoulder and chest bumping into Jensen’s, and those smells becoming so strong right under his nose, he’s not quite sure what to expect.
“Mmm, babe, c’mon,” Jared chuckles.
Jensen nervously licks his lips and gets a dollop of cream on his tongue, shocking him back a few inches as he takes in the full flavor … it’s a sweet cream frosting of some sort. Definitely something that makes his taste buds sing, so he tentatively reaches further to lick at whatever Jared has waiting for him. This time, he gets a larger swipe of the frosting and laps all around his mouth to really take it in as his senses start putting pieces together. “Is there more?”
“There’s plenty for you,” Jared murmurs. It’s a simple answer, yet spoken far too sexy for the occasion of cake. It nearly short-circuits Jensen’s brain trying to work out whatever he’s been tasting. Especially when Jared insists, “Open real wide for me.”
Doing as he’s told, Jensen is rewarded with a substantial bite of the dessert and he can pull all the flavors together. His taste buds now joyously harmonize as they make out the cinnamon spice of the cake and the creamy frosting. Before Jared can offer more, Jensen opens his mouth, eager for another taste of his most favorite treat: a moist carrot cake with perfectly gooey cream cheese frosting.
Jared slowly feeds him another piece, fingers leading crumbles and cream between Jensen’s lips. Jensen licks at the frosting, delighting in the sweetness only to be disappointed when Jared’s fingers disappear.
“Jay,” he groans, yet he’s pleasantly surprised by the warm heat of Jared’s mouth on his. On the tip of Jared’s tongue, Jensen can taste the cinnamon and sugar and he chases the flavor as he sucks at Jared’s mouth and curls his tongue around Jared’s to get the very last morsel.
When Jared pulls off with a pop, Jensen’s cheeks heat up with his smile, now totally on board with the charade. He’s eager for more of Jared’s long, thick-knuckled fingers sliding between his lips and the languid flow of their tongues sharing the flavors.
There’s plenty more cake to come, Jared often ends up kissing away more errant pieces of the cake from the corners of Jensen’s mouth. In those instances, they take their time to explore one another’s mouths and Jensen happily falls into lazy foreplay, where the real prize at the end is another delicious bite of his birthday treat.
Jensen smiles between every lick and taste of Jared’s mouth, and of course the carrot cake, too. And he happily accepts both in equal measure, no longer anxious or impatient for Jared’s plans for the evening.
Especially when Jared kisses across Jensen’s cheek and back to his ear. “Gonna get you all full,” he whispers with his hand trailing over Jensen’s stomach. It continues down to cup his dick and then slide underneath as Jared teases, “And then I’ll really fill you up.”
There’s a hitch in Jensen’s breathing, but he’s shivering with excitement for the rest of the evening. He tips his head towards Jared’s voice and grins. “You promise?”
Jared’s lips coast over Jensen’s in a wet kiss. “Told you, you’d like what I had in mind.”
He really does. And he also finds that he really should trust Jared more often. Especially when it came to birthday surprises and a new selection of toys in the trunk.