Salt Spray on Our Lips and Skin
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Author:all_the_damned
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1108
Content: making out with a hot stranger, masturbation and come eating, pining and low self-esteem, overuse of ocean-themed imagery, tuxedo abuse
Inspiration: The 1984 film “Splash,” a movie about interspecies love starring Daryl Hannah’s crimped hair as the mermaid and Tom Hanks as the guy who falls in love with her.
It’s two dudes and the inspiration is “Splash.” I would of expected more come. Lots more come.
The working title for this piece was “The Jizzening.”
His next-to-last conscious thought was oh crap, I’m gonna die.
It was not the most eloquent notion to be firing in Jared’s brain, but considering the sensations wracking his body, it was fitting. He was being dragged down, icy salt liquid burning in his ears and nose, stale tuxedo clothing heavy and cumbersome with ocean water. In the midst of all this cold sucking mire Jared’s scalp burned fiery hot and painful, the sting radiating down his face and neck. It was a race to see which would take him first: a desperate gulp of water in his lungs, or the tunneling vision his head injury was spiraling him toward. In the midst of the surprise and dismay came a feeling of betrayal. The ocean: his love and his fear, now taking him down inexorably.
As blackness descended Jared swore he felt a warm rough hand on his wrist, a soft mouth press against his own, delivering a burst of needed air. His eyes fluttered shut as his vision smeared the bright hues of gold and green. It’s you again, he thought with relief and confusion, Hi. Hi, you. And then he knew no more.
Jared woke up on the beach, sun stinging his eyes, long salty flop of hair stuck to his cheek and lips. There was sand in his eyes and his mouth and his head was pounding. He let out a well-deserved whine, taking in his state and remembering what had happened. The newest break-up: his adult life a series of failed relationships. Hitting the open bar at his college friend’s wedding and not stopping there; he had a vague memory of at least three smoky bars after that. The drinking and the self-pity, his whining so pathetic and strident that even the other groomsmen had lost their patience and hightailed it home. Hiring a less that reliable boat owner to haul him out to Catalina Island, then falling overboard and striking his head. Drowning. He couldn’t swim. He should be dead. He should be dead twice over.
Just like his last three long term relationships, the sea had swallowed him whole and spat him back without a thought. It was a sorry state of affairs, Jared thought, to be thirty years old and sprawled out alone on a beach, feeling rejected because the ocean has apparently decided you weren’t good enough to drown.
Jared sat up, squinting in the bright light. His tuxedo from the day before had already been foul with spilt whiskey and sweat; a dip in the ocean hadn’t done it any favors. He began to pick sand and hair from his mouth as he looked around, attempting to get his bearings.
Long stretch of yellow sand beach. Bright blue sky. The red and green foliage of the plants growing near the shoreline. Hot naked guy.
Jared’s head jerked around so fast his neck twinged. Hot naked guy. Crouching amongst the red flowering plants was a man, chest bare and smooth and golden, watching Jared with interest.
“Hello?”
The man jerked away and in a flash had disappeared back into the bushes, and Jared felt his heart clench in disappointment. He hadn’t meant to scare the poor guy. He looked down at his clothes and grimaced. Tried futilely to brush away some of the sand from his drenched pants.
Another rustle of shrubbery and suddenly the young man was back, sprinting down onto the beach and stopping a few feet away from Jared. He smiled shyly.
Jared felt his mouth drop open. The guy was nude as the day he was born, his body lithly muscled, tan all over, his legs a gentle bow. He definitely seemed happy to see Jared: his sizeable cock was erect, flushed with blood, the head emerging smoothly from the foreskin, a drop of fluid collecting at the tip like an oyster’s pearl. Jared blushed and jerked his eyes up, embarrassed to have been seemingly hypnotized by the stranger’s impressive junk.
That face. That face was inhumanly gorgeous. Sea-glass green eyes and a sinful plush mouth, as pink as the secretive whorl of a conch shell. Sandy brown hair spiky and stiff from the ocean water, tipped gold at the ends. He was beautiful. With a lump forming in his throat, Jared stared into the stranger’s face. It felt familiar. It felt like home.
In an instant, Jared and the stranger were chest to chest, all personal space lost. Before Jared could say anything, those mesmerizing green eyes were filling up his field of vision. A few inches shorter, the stranger rose up on tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Jared’s mouth. The kiss was hot, melting, smooth wet tongue invading Jared’s mouth, salty as the ocean, drowning him. Jared felt his hands rise of their own volition to cup the stranger’s face, cradle those miraculous planes of flesh and bone. The hard length of the man’s cock was insistent against Jared’s thigh, rubbing slowly.
A moment later and the man jerked abruptly away, taking Jared’s sanity with him. Stiff in his pants and hungering, Jared watched the stranger gracefully surge into the surf and begin to swim out to sea, one strong tan arm arching over his head, tuft of tawny armpit hair revealed, and then he was cutting through the waves, leaving Jared behind.
“Wait! Wait! What’s your name? Come back! I can’t swim!”
But if the stranger heard him he gave no response. A few moments later he was out of sight.
Jared groaned. He plopped down on the beach, skin itching and needy. Fumbling and cursing, he got the crotch of his dress pants unfastened and had his throbbing dick out and in his hand, stroking it with rough desperation. Within seconds he was spewing white out onto the sand, coming harder than he ever had in his life, a red haze descending behind his shut eyes.
Jared blearily blinked his eyes back open, winced at the bright sunlight. For a moment, he thought he saw a shape flip out of the water, the graceful leap of a dolphin perhaps. He rubbed his eyes and blinked. Nothing. Nothing but the rush of the tide. The stranger was gone. If he had even been here at all, Jared thought, head still aching.
Sighing, Jared stood up, stretching his long frame. A quick swipe of his thumb over the head of his cock wiped away the last few drops of his release before he tucked himself away. Popping his thumb in his mouth to suck away the last raw taste of his pleasure, he ambled down the beach, looking for a way home.
Author:
all_the_damnedPairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1108
Content: making out with a hot stranger, masturbation and come eating, pining and low self-esteem, overuse of ocean-themed imagery, tuxedo abuse
Inspiration: The 1984 film “Splash,” a movie about interspecies love starring Daryl Hannah’s crimped hair as the mermaid and Tom Hanks as the guy who falls in love with her.
It’s two dudes and the inspiration is “Splash.” I would of expected more come. Lots more come.
The working title for this piece was “The Jizzening.”
His next-to-last conscious thought was oh crap, I’m gonna die.
It was not the most eloquent notion to be firing in Jared’s brain, but considering the sensations wracking his body, it was fitting. He was being dragged down, icy salt liquid burning in his ears and nose, stale tuxedo clothing heavy and cumbersome with ocean water. In the midst of all this cold sucking mire Jared’s scalp burned fiery hot and painful, the sting radiating down his face and neck. It was a race to see which would take him first: a desperate gulp of water in his lungs, or the tunneling vision his head injury was spiraling him toward. In the midst of the surprise and dismay came a feeling of betrayal. The ocean: his love and his fear, now taking him down inexorably.
As blackness descended Jared swore he felt a warm rough hand on his wrist, a soft mouth press against his own, delivering a burst of needed air. His eyes fluttered shut as his vision smeared the bright hues of gold and green. It’s you again, he thought with relief and confusion, Hi. Hi, you. And then he knew no more.
Jared woke up on the beach, sun stinging his eyes, long salty flop of hair stuck to his cheek and lips. There was sand in his eyes and his mouth and his head was pounding. He let out a well-deserved whine, taking in his state and remembering what had happened. The newest break-up: his adult life a series of failed relationships. Hitting the open bar at his college friend’s wedding and not stopping there; he had a vague memory of at least three smoky bars after that. The drinking and the self-pity, his whining so pathetic and strident that even the other groomsmen had lost their patience and hightailed it home. Hiring a less that reliable boat owner to haul him out to Catalina Island, then falling overboard and striking his head. Drowning. He couldn’t swim. He should be dead. He should be dead twice over.
Just like his last three long term relationships, the sea had swallowed him whole and spat him back without a thought. It was a sorry state of affairs, Jared thought, to be thirty years old and sprawled out alone on a beach, feeling rejected because the ocean has apparently decided you weren’t good enough to drown.
Jared sat up, squinting in the bright light. His tuxedo from the day before had already been foul with spilt whiskey and sweat; a dip in the ocean hadn’t done it any favors. He began to pick sand and hair from his mouth as he looked around, attempting to get his bearings.
Long stretch of yellow sand beach. Bright blue sky. The red and green foliage of the plants growing near the shoreline. Hot naked guy.
Jared’s head jerked around so fast his neck twinged. Hot naked guy. Crouching amongst the red flowering plants was a man, chest bare and smooth and golden, watching Jared with interest.
“Hello?”
The man jerked away and in a flash had disappeared back into the bushes, and Jared felt his heart clench in disappointment. He hadn’t meant to scare the poor guy. He looked down at his clothes and grimaced. Tried futilely to brush away some of the sand from his drenched pants.
Another rustle of shrubbery and suddenly the young man was back, sprinting down onto the beach and stopping a few feet away from Jared. He smiled shyly.
Jared felt his mouth drop open. The guy was nude as the day he was born, his body lithly muscled, tan all over, his legs a gentle bow. He definitely seemed happy to see Jared: his sizeable cock was erect, flushed with blood, the head emerging smoothly from the foreskin, a drop of fluid collecting at the tip like an oyster’s pearl. Jared blushed and jerked his eyes up, embarrassed to have been seemingly hypnotized by the stranger’s impressive junk.
That face. That face was inhumanly gorgeous. Sea-glass green eyes and a sinful plush mouth, as pink as the secretive whorl of a conch shell. Sandy brown hair spiky and stiff from the ocean water, tipped gold at the ends. He was beautiful. With a lump forming in his throat, Jared stared into the stranger’s face. It felt familiar. It felt like home.
In an instant, Jared and the stranger were chest to chest, all personal space lost. Before Jared could say anything, those mesmerizing green eyes were filling up his field of vision. A few inches shorter, the stranger rose up on tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Jared’s mouth. The kiss was hot, melting, smooth wet tongue invading Jared’s mouth, salty as the ocean, drowning him. Jared felt his hands rise of their own volition to cup the stranger’s face, cradle those miraculous planes of flesh and bone. The hard length of the man’s cock was insistent against Jared’s thigh, rubbing slowly.
A moment later and the man jerked abruptly away, taking Jared’s sanity with him. Stiff in his pants and hungering, Jared watched the stranger gracefully surge into the surf and begin to swim out to sea, one strong tan arm arching over his head, tuft of tawny armpit hair revealed, and then he was cutting through the waves, leaving Jared behind.
“Wait! Wait! What’s your name? Come back! I can’t swim!”
But if the stranger heard him he gave no response. A few moments later he was out of sight.
Jared groaned. He plopped down on the beach, skin itching and needy. Fumbling and cursing, he got the crotch of his dress pants unfastened and had his throbbing dick out and in his hand, stroking it with rough desperation. Within seconds he was spewing white out onto the sand, coming harder than he ever had in his life, a red haze descending behind his shut eyes.
Jared blearily blinked his eyes back open, winced at the bright sunlight. For a moment, he thought he saw a shape flip out of the water, the graceful leap of a dolphin perhaps. He rubbed his eyes and blinked. Nothing. Nothing but the rush of the tide. The stranger was gone. If he had even been here at all, Jared thought, head still aching.
Sighing, Jared stood up, stretching his long frame. A quick swipe of his thumb over the head of his cock wiped away the last few drops of his release before he tucked himself away. Popping his thumb in his mouth to suck away the last raw taste of his pleasure, he ambled down the beach, looking for a way home.
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