It's one of Jensen's favorite parts of Jared's body.

Wide and flexible, thicker than the average man's. Divinely sculpted, covered by maddeningly smooth skin. Long veins running the length, Jensen likes to follow the flow of blood with his tongue and listen to Jared's thready breaths. Just a hint of teeth on hard flesh to make him keen and arch on the bed. He could bend his lips around it every hour of the day—taste Jared in ways only a lover could—or fall worshipfully to his knees just for a glimpse.

Jared's foot is beautiful.

The lamp spills dull amber light across the room. Jared sprawls on their bed, lower body stretched towards Jensen's kneeling form. Though freshly showered, sweat glows where it's been pushed to the surface Jared's skin, along the length of his throat and in slick lines across his collarbones. A fine sheen down the center of his chest—lungs heaving with deep, steady breaths—flowing smoothly into the cut of his abdomen.

Jared's legs are bent to vaguely resemble the shape of the number 4, one foot curled back to his inner thigh. Muscles, defined and glorious, flex and extend as Jensen raises Jared's other foot to his lips.

The barest hint of surprise flashes across Jared's face, mouth quickly relaxing around a slow sound of pleasure. His ankle goes loose in Jensen's grip; he lets Jensen take hold as he fits his mouth around Jared's big toe. One hand gently cups Jared's heel, fingertips of the other stroke along the top of his foot.

Jensen savors the supple movements of his tongue around Jared's toes, moving outward from big to little. Nips with his teeth underneath to see Jared's abs clench and to hear the muttered oh yeah. Tries to wrap his mouth around the full width of Jared's foot, shivering with the way it feels to have his lips stretched so wide, mouth stuffed and wet with saliva. It drips out between Jared's toes and Jensen licks it up quickly.

Jensen hasn't always recognized this fetish of his. Jared's carefree and fearless sexuality was the incentive for Jensen to explore his less-than-vanilla flavors. Every part of Jared's body gave him something new to discover—each confluence of skin, bone, muscle, and sense held another piece of his identity. And Jared had adapted to Jensen's pedal proclivities the same way he did with everything else that brought him pleasure.

That is to say, extremely enthusiastically.

Tongue lashing between Jared's toes, the arch of his foot feels erotic in Jensen's hands. He drags the pad of his thumb down Jared's sole, toes curling reflexively into Jensen's mouth. Jared writhes on the bed, sheets a tangled mess of ridges and valleys under his arms, but Jensen feels no pressure to rush. He enjoys the desperate way Jared's moving, rubbing his ass on the bed—even the wrong kind of friction can feel good.

His own dick is hard, touching nothing but air. There are advantages to pushing Jared beyond his limits, keeping him balanced on the edge of release and agony until there's nothing left, but Jensen's too aroused for that. The taste and texture of Jared's feet, the sight of his body wracked with sensation, leave Jensen unable to consider a later. He needs to come soon.

Grabbing Jared's other ankle, Jensen soothes pleasure-kinked calf muscles and pulls that foot towards him. Bending forward, he allows himself the luxury of sucking both big toes into his mouth, girth so fucking satisfying in the dirtiest way. When they're slippery with his spit, Jensen lowers one foot to the bed and spreads the toes on the other with his cock.

So different from being jerked off; Jared doesn't have the same kind of muscle control over his toes. It's uncoordinated, sliding his dick in the vee between Jared's big toe and his second, but hot—no part of Jared exists that doesn't bring Jensen to mountainous heights of gratification.

Jared's not saying anything Jensen can understand but he's far from silent. Cracked sounds, broken before they leave his mouth, and labored moans mix in the air between them. He's been swept off his feet through Jensen's erotic attention, sweat rising in heavier coats under his arms and down his torso, strands of hair matted to the sides of his face. Less because of the temperature and more as a sign of how worked up and over he is.

Crawling further up the bed and lifting both of Jared's feet so they're bent at the knees, Jensen lays an open kiss on each sole before holding them tight to his cock. Jared's abs curl with tension and his feet lock around Jensen's flesh. The rough, thick skin on the soles of Jared's feet create an exotic sensation around his erection—harsh and dry—but it's the depravity of using this part of Jared's body that sets Jensen off. Like no part of Jared is off limits, he's there for Jensen to use. To suck and stroke dry.

When Jensen spits in his hand and starts jacking himself, Jared lifts his feet to Jensen's chest, pushing and kneading into the muscle with his toes. Propped over Jared, using his legs as balance, Jensen watches Jared's hazy eyes roll and come back, body moving like Jensen's fucking him and not his own hand, delicious little thrusts of his hips. Jared's moans sharpen, Jensen's ragged groans increasing in tempo as the rush of orgasm hits his balls.

He comes in frantic hip-jerks, shattered voice stuttering out his relief. Half a dozen spurts land on Jared's belly, both of them panting as Jensen's muscles loosen from the atrophy of pleasure.

A whine brings Jensen back to focus; Jared has a white-knuckled grip on the sheets, not daring to reach out and pull Jensen to him.

Coming down, Jensen forces Jared's legs wide apart on the bed leaving his ass and groin spread obscenely to Jensen's view. So flexible, displayed exactly the way Jensen wants. His dick is flushed a desperate red. Jensen ignores the mouth-watering urge to sink down over his erection, strip it to base needs with long licks and tight suction.

Instead, he noses beneath the sweaty hair at the base of Jared's dick, laves over the delicious stretch of skin above his sac which hangs full and heavy between Jared's legs. Together they're a mouthful, Jensen swallowing around the musky, mostly bland flavor.

Jared's words are starting to make sense—Jensen, I can't -- so fucking good—and Jensen sucks hard on the sensitive balls. The jack-knife of Jared's spine nearly dislodges him but he tucks down.

Ambient sounds and Jared's new pleadings are dulled by the lock of Jared's legs around his ears. He's surrounded by sex-warmed skin, his face sweating between Jared's thighs. Jared's head thrashes from side to side on the pillow, visibly straining his neck as he tries to see what Jensen's doing—connecting sensual and visual stimulation until the feeling ignites into something explosive.

His tongue dips lower; Jared bucks and his feet slip to Jensen's shoulders. Jensen can hardly breathe with the pressure of Jared's heels digging in, tightening around his neck. Shakily, watching Jared's face the entire time, Jensen closes his sweaty palm around Jared's dick, fighting the upthrust of Jared's hips.

Jared is finished before Jensen can stroke him three times, come splattering over Jensen's on his belly. The weight of Jared's legs fall heavily on Jensen's shoulders, spent muscles giving out. Jensen remains in the midst of all that skin, smells their mix of sweat and semen until Jared's long arms reach down to him—the first time Jared's used his hands to touch Jensen—and yanks him up over his messy stomach.

You're—Jen, that was—

Jensen kisses him before he can finish, bodies relaxing against one another. His sweeps Jared's mouth, collecting the rest of his words and swallowing them down. A mutual sigh escapes the seal of their lips before they finally roll apart. Jared smiles in lieu of saying anything else, turning into the sheets and smearing come everywhere. In that moment, Jensen couldn't care less.

Drawn back by Jared's lazy grin, Jensen curls close to his side. Passion slaked for now, affection rushes in. Jensen soaks up the warmth Jared is practically radiating. They'll pull apart eventually—clean up and get ready for bed—and this moment will end. But Jared lets Jensen linger for a few sleepy minutes, as unashamed of cuddling as he is about everything else they get up to between, and on top of, the sheets.

Later, teetering on the edge of sleep, Jensen senses Jared move over him, breath hot on the shell of his ear as he whispers.

Get some rest—Jared's fingers ghost along Jensen's spine, over his ass and into the join of his thighs—I've got plans for you in the morning.

Jensen doesn't need three guesses to name which body part Jared obsesses over and he falls asleep with a grin on his face, happy with the idea of waking up and being consumed all over again.



FIN.