franklin_bash | Fic: When waking up in Peter’s bed is a wonderful, wonderful sign, NC-17 (Reply)

Fic: When waking up in Peter’s bed is a wonderful, wonderful sign
Author: 4466584
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Peter/Jared
Summary: Jared is a little surprised with this turn of events, but he comes around. And then cums around. First time fic.
Warnings: SEEEEX, somewhat forceful on Peter's part, but nothing out of hand. Slash.
Word Count: 2,020

A/N: This is sort of a companion piece to my

. It plays on the titles of the two fics. You don't have to read one to read the other.

It was possible, theoretically, that Jared was hung over. He blinked his eyes open to a splitting headache and an unusual ache in his right hip. But, even such, there was yet to be any tangible proof of drunkenness. He rolled over to slap an alarm that, actually, wasn’t ringing. That would be his head. The alarm clock hadn’t even managed to stay on the nightstand; it had fallen into a pile of clothes sometime in the shenanigans of the night before. And there were three empty bottles, only one still standing upright, of too expensive beer crowding the space where the alarm clock normally laid.

So much for no tangible proof.

“’Hey, ’red,” came a mumble to his left. “Go back t’ sleep”

Jared stiffened, his eyes finding the fluffy bit of tangled hair sticking out from the covers. There appeared to be beer there too, stuck to his curls. “Uh, Peter. Buddy?”

Peter yawned and twisted around under the deep brown covers, “Yeah?”

Jared leaned his head toward the man, giving a somewhat frightened stage whisper, “I’m not wearing any pants.” Peter nodded against his shoulder, seemly unsurprised about this turn of events. “Or boxers.”

Peter paused in his sleepy shuffling. Or, actually, he froze. He froze and he opened his eyes to stare at Jared with the same wide eyes Jared had already been implementing on him. He propped himself up on one elbow. “Jared?” He asked cautiously.

The smaller, nervous man blinked up at him, “Yeah?”

“Did you not, uh—” he broke eye contact and awkwardly looked around the room. “Did you not want to—“

“Oh!” Jared’s hands flew into a furry, waving this way and that, bumping Peter in the nose and generally making a mess. “No, no, that’s not – I mean, I didn’t – I mean it’s not as if – is that cum in your hair?”

Peter was silent for a long moment. “You,” he pointed anxiously at the man, “May have been drunker than I realized last night.”

“Really?” Jared shouted, wide eyed. “Maybe a little!”

There was another pause, another silence where the two men just shifted awkwardly under the covers and looked at anyone but each other, before Peter spoke up. “Can we, uh” He flung the hand not supporting him up in a This-is-a-Casual-Question gesture, “call a truce if I,” he stuttered, “If I, uh, let you cum in my hair again?”

Jared stared at him. He responded in a disbelieving monotone, “You let me cum in your hair,” he shook his head back and forth and livened up, “Your hair is flawless! Why would anyone . . .”

Peter broke into a grin at the complement, more than relieved that this didn’t look like it would be a complete disaster. He shrugged while staring, a bit adoringly, at the other man. “I don’t know, but drunk you thought it was pretty hot.” He broke into an even wider grin and his voice slipped far too easily into tease-the-hell-out-of-Jared mode. He sing-songed, “You think I’m hoooot!”

“Hey! Hey,” Jared stuck up a finger in his defense, “I was drunk! Everyone is hot when you’re drunk.” He raised his eyebrows in challenge, “You were the one that picked me up. Therefore, it is only reasonable to assume that you think I’m hot.”

Peter gapped like a fish, “Well, actually,” he fumbled, thinking.

“See?” Jared pushed, rolling over now to be as physically powerful as he was verbally. He settled on knee on Peter’s other side to straddle him. “You’ve got nothing.”

Peter blinked, “No,” he said slowly, realizing, “You’ve got nothing.” Jared cocked his head. “You,” Peter emphasized, “Don’t remember anything,” he grinned, “While I remember everything. And I remember you calling me hot, a lot. And Godly.”

Jared spluttered, “I did no such – I don’t remember—” Peter grinned, the win clear in his eyes. Jared huffed in defeat, “Then just shut up and kiss me already!” Peter’s eyes instantly jumped down to stare at Jared lips, a look of disbelieving awe on his face. He was just leaning in when Jared jerked back and broke in, “Wait—”

Peter’s head snapped up, “What? Wait for what? There is no waiting when—”

Jared gave a self-conscious smile and pointed to his head with a grimace, “Hung over, remember? I feel like my head’s going to explode.” He paused, looking at the frown now set on Peter’s face, his head turned to stare at the far wall. “Peter?” Said lawyer turned back towards his partner. Jared inched forward, his eyes on the larger man. Peter’s partner inched forward. Jared leaned into a slow kiss; Peter’s partner, his partner kissed him square on the mouth and tangled a gentle hand in his hair.

When they eased apart, noses just inches from each other, Jared whispered, “You really need to wash your hair.” Peter’s answering grin was swallowed by another kiss.

Peter smiled into his partner’s, god his partner in so many ways, cheek. “How ‘bout I take a shower and you take a shower,” an appreciable moan came from Jared’s throat, “alone!” Peter added quickly, grinning. “And when we’re both clean and our heads stop ringing, we can,” he paused, a hitch in his throat, “get dirty again.”

Jared’s mouth found the curve of Peter’s neck, the angle where it met the intoxicatingly strong jawbone of Peter’s face. “You’re so lame,” Jared mumbled against it. Slowly pulling away, he gave a soft and somewhat rough response, “I’ll take some Ibuprofen, stat.”

~~~

The apartment was empty as Jared made his way to his own room and his own shower. Who knew where Pindar and Carmen went, but Jared was more than happy considering he never did find his clothes in the disaster that was Peter’s room.

He meandered by the medicine cabinet as he got a large glass of cold water. He was still drinking as he heard the water come on in Peter’s room, and it took a minute to shake the image of a naked and wet Peter Bash out of his head. Oh, who was he kidding, he let the memories of many, many nights of skinny dipping in hot tubs and too cold lakes run through his head. Hell, after tonight he’d give them a place of permanent residence.

With a smirk and a slowly wakening dick, Jared strolled into his own room and his own bathroom. This wouldn’t be the first time they’d had sex – or the second, if you include last night. But it’s been quite some time—it’s been since Jared discovered his bisexuality in their junior year of high school. They’d been too young, and the fear and nervousness kept their hands off each other for many years afterwards.

Jared sat his glass down next to the sink and flipped the water on. As he waited for it to heat up, he thought of many near misses. Once, during law school, Jared was T-Boned by some drunk during a four am coffee run. It wasn’t too serious – for Jared, anyway, the car was totaled. But the bruising had been deep, and he remembers his first few hours home from the hospital being spent soaking in a warm tub with Peter’s worried face hovering over him. He remembers trying to hide a hard on as his best friend stared down at his naked body.

The steam from the water was already helping clear his head, and as he stepped under the hot spray he felt himself relax. Jared was itching to touch his half hard cock, but he knows to at least wait a little longer for the ibuprofen to kick in. He doesn’t bother to close the modesty curtain.

He managed to wash his hair without reaching down to fuck himself senseless, but as he starts in on his foamy body wash, as he runs his hands across his body, along his slicked up skin, he can’t help but let his hands sink down and start massaging his waistline, the curve where hip met leg, his inner thigh.

He was moaning when he hears a creek at the door and a light, “Jared?”

Said man’s hands fly away from his crotch. He tries to look as though he’s casually washing his skin, but Peter has on a smirk as he walks into the room. “I finished washing my hair,” he states. He isn’t wearing any clothes.

“Oh?” Jared asks, casually rubbing soap over his left nipple. His eyes keep darting suspiciously downward as he babbles on, “Really? Is that so?” Peter steps into the shower. “You know, that’s—”

“Jared?” Peter whispered.

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna blow your brains out.” Peter shows a determined smirk as Jared gives a nervously laugh. Peter kneels down, his hands running down Jared’s sides and hips. He stares intently at the half hard – and hardening – cock in front of him, at the veins and the way it curves ever so slightly to the side. And then the thing nearly pokes him in the eye.

“God, sorry,” Jared rushes, futzing with Peter’s hair in awkward apology. “I didn’t mean to—” He cuts off in a deep moan, Peter’s hot mouth halfway up his cock.

Peter backs off, giving a few licks and kisses to the head before he looks up, his cheek still pressed against it, “I’m not 16 anymore; you don’t have to be gentle.” He smirks. “Really, there’s no need.”

Jared gives a small smile, a mischievous smile, and grabs hold of Peter’s hair. And tugs.

“You call that rough?” Peter laughs, “Are you directing an old lady across the street?”

“What?” Jared complains, “And you’d like to show me how it’s done?”

Peter shifts, edging to stand up, “As a matter of fact—”

“Hey! Hey!” Jared grabs him by the shoulders and shoves him back down. “You promised me a cum-in-the-hair blow job, so get down there and give it to me!”

Peter grinned and leans back in; licking his way up the side of his partners cock. He let go of one of Jared’s hips to clutch onto the base of his dick, twisting there as his mouth made his way back to the cock head. Jared’s hips rolled forward appreciably.

He took the head in his mouth and rubbed tongue around the bottom of Jared’s dick as if it were some kind of Popsicle. Round and round and then the other way. At this point, Jared’s breathing was more than audible; moans started escaping his lips without any sort of permission from Jared’s brain.

Peter pushed deeper, moving his hands so they were now braced on Jared ass. He pulled Jared’s hips, his cock, towards himself, pushing the intensity up a notch or ten. After a moment, he started pulling back, keeping a forceful suction the entire way. He stopped as his lips met Jared’s cock head, then, after an agonizing pause, rushed back up. Jared’s whimpering was drowning out the water at this point, and Peter kept up the pace.

Jared’s hips bucked completely out of tune to Peter’s movements, so Peter did the only logical thing. He threw Jared up against the shower wall, his hands now on the front of Jared’s hips pressing him firmly into the wall.

“Oh, god,” Jared moaned breathlessly, the quick pace overwhelming. “God, I’m – I’m,” He was quite eloquent with Peter’s mouth around his dick, “Peter, I’m—”

Peter yanked his head back, pulling his right hand up to finished the job as he nuzzled his face against the engorged cock. It was barely a moment before the liquid came spurting out, shaking with—”

“My eye!” Peter fell backwards clutching his left eye, “You shot it right in my eye!”

Jared’s arms flailed, his breath coming in quick gasps, “You said not to be careful!”

Peter’s mouth fell open incredulously, “I didn’t mean cum in my eye!”

Jared broke into a smile, reaching forward to brush some of the gunk off Peter’s forehead. “Then I guess we’ll just have to try again.”

Peter, one eye squinted shut, started laughing up at him.