HOT, STICKY SWEET.
Jared/Jensen. R (for language and lovin').
Crack & Candy, people. And a little sexin'.
matalinolukaret admitted earlier that she STOLE MAH PEEPS (from a half dozen states away). She's dead to me, in the way that she's really really not.



"You're dead to me."

Jensen has to take a deep breath before his control slips and he shakes Jared.

"It's fuckin' candy, dude."

Sam Winchester's trademark pensive-and-brooding shoulders work just as well on Jensen as they do on Dean. His back to Jensen, Jared looms over their crime scene—a bright yellow package with ripped cellophane and a telling trail of yellow sugar leading away from the box—and ignores him. Jensen's tongue swipes a crunchy bit of canary-colored sugar from the corner of his mouth. It's way too late to blame the dogs. Somehow Jensen knows Jared won't believe Harley and Sadie possess the dexterity to open the plastic without shredding it.

"It was the first Easter candy I bought," Jared says, his entire body moping. "That's like, sacred."

"Still just candy," Jensen hisses. Jared must hear him because his boyfriend spins and fixes Jensen with the most evil of evil-eyes. A look so evil, it would send the Easter bunny and Disney animals all zippidy-do-dahing right back into their holes.

"You don't get it!"

"Clearly!" Jensen yells, guarding his coffee mug. Jensen can tell Jared's a few seconds away from flailing and he's not willing to lose his after-dinner cup to unpredictable Sasquatch limbs. "There's still two left!"

That, if possible, makes things worse. Jared's face goes from open and upset to scrunchy and pissed. The lines crossing his forehead speak of dangerous waters ahead—beware, Jensen!

"That's not the point!" Jared picks up the box that used to contain five goofy looking marshmallow chicks, now down to a sad duo. "You opened the package, and now they're gonna be harder, not soft and fresh."

"You're actually mad, aren't you?" Jensen half-expects it to be a joke—who freaks out this much over candy?

"That obvious?" Jared, that's who.

"I'll buy you a new box. Two!" Jensen scrambles. "And I'll do anything you want."

Jared perks up—possibly more at the mention of new candy than sex. "Anything?"

Fuck, Jensen's going to regret this.

"Anything."

~

So, regret isn't really the word Jensen would use.

He's always been an inventive guy in the sack—none of his previous partners would call him vanilla. And this? This is not vanilla. It's sugar-coated, sticky and sweet. Jared had stripped him naked and tied him to the bed, making use of some of the hideous ties their stylists picked out for network events, and has been teasing him like it's a new Olympic sport. Time's up—give the man his fucking gold medal and play the national anthem.

"It's sooooo good, Jen." Tongue coming out to lick stray blue sugar from his fingers, Jared looks down at Jensen and grins. "Want a piece?" He holds out the head of a blue bunny Peep, creepy little food-colored eyes seeing things no candy animal should ever see, then pulls it back. "Oh I forgot, you already had some."

Jensen doesn't give a shit about the candy. His naked, smirking boyfriend is straddled over his thighs, picking up Peeps from the box next to him and eating them slowly like they're decadent truffles. All Jensen gets from the experience is an even harder hard-on, watching Jared lick the dyed sugar and sink his teeth into the marshmallows. In other words, not nearly fucking enough.

"Mmmmm, so soft."

Jensen attempts to twist, face in a scowl. "What are you calling soft?"

Though he catches a faint twist of lips, Jared ignores him, further taunting Jensen with the slow rock of his hips as he eats.

"Come on, Jay," Jensen tries to get leverage, anything to help him move. "I said I was sorry."

"I don't want you to be sorry." Jared's blue-tinged tongue makes an encore appearance, licking around his lips. "I want you to lie there and watch while I enjoy what you deprived me of."

"I'm never taking your candy again." Pleading and promising is the next step. "I swear...Jay!"

Jared scoots back on Jensen's legs. Stuffing the rest of the Peep in his mouth and chewing, Jared swallows and sinks his mouth over Jensen's dick, sticky residue catching on Jensen's cock; Jared pauses to thoroughly lick away every trace. The sounds he makes with Jensen in his mouth are definitely hotter than candy alone. Jensen's still got little give to thrust up but he tries, valiant efforts to buck up against Jared's not inconsiderable weight. Then Jared really gets going, gooey fingers gripping Jensen's hips, and Jensen decides he has better things to do than think...

~

"So..."

"So, you don't just like candy, you harbor secret sexual fetishes about it."

Jared tucks closer, nose to neck. "Hmm, not all the time," he acknowledges while his fingers walk a sticky path up Jensen's torso. Come and candy are sort of gross together, giving 'sweet sex' a whole new meaning, and as soon as Jensen can move, he needs to shower it all away.

"Are you gonna be this way 'til Easter's over?"

"It depends," Jared says over a yawn. Their bedroom's getting darker by the minute as the sun sinks for the night. "Are you gonna steal my candy again?"

Jensen thinks, considering his sated limbs and drained balls. His wrists are a little sore, but Jared had undone the ties as soon as Jensen had come so that he could return the favor, Jared's sugar-coated fingers running through his hair.

"You plan on doing something like this again if I do?"

"Yup," Jared drawls sleepily, pretty much zonked out against him.

Jensen grins. Next time, he'll ask Jared to bring home jelly beans.


FIN.


Thanks to annabeth_fics for giving it a once over :) Title from Def Leppard because really, what else was I supposed to use?