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Jensen rolls his eyes when he walks by the tree and sees a conspicuously empty space on it that hadn’t been there before. They’d hung both ornaments and candy canes on it this year, and the candy canes keep disappearing, courtesy of Jared.
“Knew I should have bought him his own box,” he mutters under his breath before walking to the study where Jared’s reclined on the couch reading a book with the missing candy cane sticking out of his mouth.
Jared doesn’t look up, seemingly oblivious to Jensen entering the room, but Jensen guesses that’s all a ruse when Jared starts making obnoxious sucking noises around the candy in his mouth. He leans in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest waiting for Jared to stop being a child, but Jared keeps going, now interspersing the sucking noises with little hums of pleasure, and Jensen’s a little annoyed by how easily that gets under his skin and makes him hard.
He watches as Jared suddenly drops the book onto his chest and pays more attention to the candy cane, pulling it out of his mouth to look at it for a moment, the stripes significantly lighter where they’re being sucked off. He puts it back in his mouth and starts sucking again, closing his eyes and humming more, slipping his hand down over his crotch and gently rubbing as those sucking noises get even louder.
Jensen straightens in the doorway, his mouth dropping open as he hardens more in his jeans and his heart starts racing. Jared’s rubbing a little harder with his palm now, hips lifting up off the couch into the touch, and when he pulls the candy cane from his lips again it’s all white, the stripes completely gone. He makes a show of dragging the tip of his tongue up the length of it before putting it back in his mouth and moaning.
Then there’s a crunch, the sound a shock in the quiet of the room, and Jared starts chewing the bit of candy cane he just bit off, his moans turning to a ridiculous chuckle that has Jensen shaking his head and grinning in a way he just can’t help when he hears Jared laugh like that.
“Not quite so sexy when you bite off the tip, is it?” Jensen asks as he steps into the room, and Jared finally opens his eyes and looks at him.
“No, but it’s delicious.” His eyes are twinkling in that mischievous way, lips curved in a teasing smile, and then he winks. “Kinda like your dick.”
Jensen cocks his head as he thinks about that a moment, his brow furrowed when he says, “My dick isn’t sexy, but delicious?”
He watches as Jared considers the wording, thinking it through more and realizing what he’d just said. “I did only say kinda like your dick. Your dick is both sexy and delicious. It’s okay, you have nothing to worry about.”
“I don’t, but you do,” Jensen says, coming closer and standing in front of the couch. “Because now you went and got me all hard for you, just because you wanted some candy.”
Jared smirks and sits up on the couch, tossing the book aside and crunching through the rest of the candy cane before pushing Jensen back so he can move off the couch and down to his knees, resting his hands on Jensen’s hips. “I guess I’ll have to fix that for you. You’ve seen how well I can suck.”
Jensen rolls his eyes again even as he rests a hand on Jared’s head. “Yeah okay, just watch those teeth.” Something occurs to him as Jared starts to open up his belt buckle and zipper, and he slaps at Jared’s hands. “Wait! Your mouth’s gonna be all minty-fresh now.”
“Yeah?” Jared looks up at him, not following.
“So, do you think it’ll burn?” Jared just blinks up at him, and Jensen sighs and drags his phone out from his back pocket. “I swear to God, the shit that I google, being with you…” They pause as he scrolls through some things, brows rising. “Apparently this should actually feel pretty awesome as long as you haven’t had too much.” He shoves his phone back in his pocket and looks down at Jared. “How many have you actually had?”
Jared blushes. “Five.”
Jensen groans and turns away, zipping himself back up. “You’re such a child.”
“Wait!” Jared’s up and grabbing him quicker than Jensen expected, turning them both back to the couch, that minty breath now mingling with Jensen’s as the backs of his legs bump up against the couch. “Come on, we both already got all riled up. It’s not like we can’t still get off.”
The breath gets knocked out of Jensen briefly as he’s pushed down onto the couch, Jared already on top of him and grinding down against him. “You’re hopeless,” he laughs, and Jared shuts him up with a kiss, tasting so fresh and sweet it almost makes Jensen’s eyes water. He starts thrusting, and Jensen moans and grabs at Jared’s ass to thrust up against him. Jared moans and breaks the kiss, bottom lip caught between his teeth as his cheeks flush again, and Jensen just squeezes at that perfectly tight ass and lifts his hips, encouraging him to keep going.
“Fuck,” Jared huffs a laugh against him, panting and thrusting with more of a rhythm. “You really want us to come in our pants like a couple of teenagers?”
Jensen smirks and steals a kiss. “Think you can still make that happen?” he challenges, and Jared just groans and starts shoving his hips down harder, making Jensen arch beneath him, and yes, Jensen can definitely still get off like this, already feeling too hot and coiled tight with Jared nuzzling his neck and then moaning low in his ear. “Yeah, come on,” he breathes, grunting as he feels his cock twitch and his body begin to tense. “Come on, don’t stop, I’m almost there.”
Jared kisses him then, and Jensen sucks the minty taste right from his tongue until Jared stiffens against him, hips jolting as they break the kiss and come together, Jensen shaking beneath Jared’s weight pressing him into the couch and trying to catch his breath. When it’s over, Jared collapses on top of him and Jensen grunts and shoves at him. “Gotta let me breathe, moose.”
“Merry Christmas,” Jared murmurs before sliding off and down to the floor, sitting with his back against the couch as his breathing returns to normal. “Sorry I ate too many candy canes.”
“It’s alright,” Jensen says, reaching to pat the top of Jared’s head. “Maybe if you’re good, Santa will bring you some more.”
“What if I’m naughty?”
“Then he’ll shove them up your ass.”
Jared throws his head back and laughs. “Promise?”
Jensen can’t help giggling. “Hey, I don’t know man, I kinda don’t think you want that minty freshness inside you like that.” He playfully slaps at Jared then. “I love you, you fucking idiot. Let’s go get cleaned up.”