dime_liora | Candy is Dandy

Title: Candy is Dandy
Wordcount: 2,839
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Jared/Jensen
Warning(s): Schmoop and Candy Porn
Prompt(s): B.A. Sweetie's trip, suggested by the lovely

sammichgirl. Written for the

smpc.
Disclaimer: This never happened, but it totally could.
Summary: Jensen says something stupid, and tries to make up for it.

Jared’s been dating Jensen since three days after he became legal. There are a lot of perks to dating an older man, especially a rich one, but Jared’s been dealing with the negatives recently more than he cares to consider.

Jensen likes to joke about Jared’s age, and that’s ok, but those same jokes coming from others are not quite so funny. He thought that turning twenty-one might cut some of the humor out of it, lower people’s natural inclinations to call him a twink and Jensen a cradle-robber. He was wrong.

Despite his suddenly impressive height Jared’s had trouble putting on weight, so now he’s tall and skinny, Jensen refuses to let him use the word gangly, and instead of looking more mature his stature only accentuates his baby face to the outside world. The jokes have gotten worse.

The other day was the last straw, and Jensen’s, “I have socks older than you” comment breaks Jared’s back. Or, well, his temper outside of the metaphor.

He’s been giving Jensen the silent treatment for two days now, and it’s been more effective than he could have imagined. Apparently all those times Jensen called him a chatterbox he’d been doing so affectionately, because in the wake of Jared’s cold shoulder Jensen gets a little crazy.

Three hundred and fifty flowers, a piece of a meteorite, four dinosaur fossils, a watch that could buy a car, and a ranch later Jared is still giving Jensen the silent treatment. Because it’s not being called young, Jared is young, it’s the implication behind it. That Jared is some sort of dumb rent boy that hangs onto rich old Jensen for his money.

First, Jensen is only thirty-eight and Jared recognizes that this is older than him, but it’s still not really old. Second, Jared is a genius, already finished with his Master’s and working on his dissertation at twenty-one, and he doesn’t need Jensen to get by in the world. He’s with Jensen because he loves him, but every time Jensen makes those jokes publicly he supports the image of Jared as gold digging baby.

The presents fall into a similar category. The fossils and the meteorite are thoughtful, but they’re just flashy shit Jensen bought because he thinks that’s how to soothe Jared.

So, the silence has continued, and Jensen is starting to show more cracks than he probably wants to. Maybe it’s pity, or pure curiosity, but Jared lets Jensen blindfold him and lead him to the car despite his anger.

He’s expecting them to be on the road for an hour at most, and he settles into the chair and ignores Jensen’s offers of a snack or a drink. All he wants is to get this over with so he can go back to dissertation work.

Then, when the car stops, Jared is surprised to be led up narrow metal stairs, and even more shocked to be settled into a plush chair before the world tilts and his stomach flip-flops. He grips Jensen’s hand tight despite himself, because they’re in the air and Jared is afraid of flying.

It’s a cheap trick and it makes Jared angrier. Jensen knows that Jared will cling to him on a plane trip, and he’s playing that to get Jared to touch him. Despite logically breaking all that down though Jared doesn’t let go of his death grip or shrug Jensen away when the older man pulls him in to a hug.

The second the plane lands though Jared disengages and tries to stand, but with the leftover nerves and the blindfold he stumbles and Jensen has to catch him and lead him again. Jared is getting awfully tired of being led around.

“Almost there, Sweetheart. Just relax.”

Jensen’s voice is usually soothing, but Jared’s ire ratchets up at the endearment, the calm assurance, as if everything has been fixed in the last few hours of forced cuddling.

There’s a quiet conversation, a car ride, and then the sound of metal rolling before a door swooshes open. Jared knows from the way the sounds echo that they’re somewhere huge, sounds like a warehouse, and then he’s being led down a smooth tile floor and through a variety of smells.

Candy smells.

His boyfriend is hitting very far below the belt.

They stop after what feels like five minutes, and Jensen runs his fingers through Jared’s hair and then unhooks the blindfold.

“Real slow Jay, just be careful with the light.”

It is bright, the fluorescents stinging his eyes for a second before he slowly adjusts and takes in the space Jensen has brought him too.

Jared knows instantly where they are, and he’s both delighted and pissed off beyond rational thought.

“B.A. Sweetie’s.”

Jensen’s grin in blindingly bright, the crinkles around his eyes heavily pronounced, and Jared’s always loved those crinkles.

“That’s right, Sweetheart. B.A. Sweetie’s. Your dream destination. I know I’ve been promising you we’d come here and we never had the time, but I thought this might be it. Four hundred thousand pounds of candy and they opened it just for you. Whatever you want.” Jensen pushes a shopping cart in front of Jared and smiles a little brighter.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me. Really Jensen? You insult me, and then you fly me to Cleveland to go on a candy shopping spree and expect everything to be alright?” He sounds calmer than he really is, but Jensen must see beyond that. The green eyes get distant and a little sad.

“Sweetheart I-“

“Stop calling me Sweetheart! Stop treating me like a little kid! I’m an adult Jensen. I’m an equal partner in this relationship and I want to be treated that way by at least you if no one else. Don’t you understand that? Buying me off with gifts and candy company trips is not how to do this. Just apologize you idiot.”

Jensen blinks rapidly and then takes a half step forward. “That’s – wait that’s why you’ve been ignoring me? Because you think I think you’re a kid?”

“You said that – you know – the thing about the socks and…” He gestures wildly and Jensen tilts his head before a sad smile spreads across his face.

“Jared I don’t think you’re a kid.” Jensen wraps his arms around Jared’s waist and pulls him in tightly. “You’re young, but that’s not so bad. You’re smarter than me, and a lot of times you’re more mature. I love you because of that, because you’re always so sweet despite not being the least bit naïve, and that makes your kindness special. I love you Jay, and that’s why I call you Sweetheart and make jokes. Not because I think you’re a kid. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, and I’m sorry I tried to buy your forgiveness.”

And that is enough for Jared. He tilts his head down the inches necessary to take Jensen’s lips, and the kiss is just as good as it always is. They stay that way for several minutes, lips sliding wetly against lips as Jensen kneads the muscles above Jared’s ass and slots their bodies closer together.

When they finally pull back he’s a little breathless, dizzy again like after the flight, and he takes a deep breath and gets the clean and masculine scent of Jensen mixed with a warehouse full of every kind of candy under the sun.

Candy.

Candy he can now enjoy because he’s not being held back by an argument.

Jensen, as Jensen usually does, senses the shift in Jared’s thoughts and his lips twist in a smile.

“Yeah, yeah, go ahead Sweetheart. We’ll finish that up next.”

And then Jared is free to go on a shopping spree in what basically equates to his version of Disneyland.

He spends an hour and a half walking the aisles, dropping Swedish Fish and Bit O’ Honey into the cart. Jensen guiltily adds Jujubes and Big League Chew as Jared is picking up his second tub of Dubble Bubble. Four bags of rock candy, two of milk chocolate coins, and the biggest pack of Sour Power Belts he’s ever seen go in the cart, and then Jared has to start gauging the space he has left and picking carefully.

He tops it all off with Gummy Bears, Worms, and Butterflies before catching Jensen adding candy Legos. They laugh together, Jared stealing another kiss as Jensen blushes and waves his hands.

“I just thought it would be good.”

Jensen helps the clerk bag the entire cart, and then Jared’s being whisked back to the limo so they can go back to the airport. This time, knowing what’s in store, the anxiety is higher and he clings to Jensen the whole way. Knowing how safe the private jet is and trusting it not to crash are two totally different things.

Take-off goes smoothly, but somewhere over the Midwest they hit turbulence. Jensen’s soothing words mean nothing as the plane judders and shakes through the sky. Jared’s pretty sure he’s breaking his boyfriend’s hand, but he can’t stop himself.

Fingers, callused and strong, rub at the corner of his lips before his mouth is full of sweet and sour. His lips purse, eyes wide, and then Jensen is slithering to the floor of the jet and undoing the fastenings on Jared’s jeans before popping the belt open and sliding it out of the loops.

“Jen I don’t think this – oh fuck god please.” The plane hits another pocket and he bites down on the candy while gripping the armrests so tight his knuckles are white and he loses feeling in his fingers.

Then his dick is out, gritty candy rubbing the soft and tender flesh, and Jared hisses in discomfort before his boyfriend’s talented and wicked mouth soothes the slight ache. Jensen is sucking him down, cheeks hollowing tighter than normal in reflex to the sour taste as he gives Jared what is no doubt the strangest and best blowjob he’s ever had.

Despite his firm belief that there is no way he’ll be able to respond under the stress of the rough flight Jared feels his cock hardening as Jensen sloppily sucks him and the candy together. There’s a lot of spit, a lot of sensation, and tears gathering in Jensen’s eyes as he tries to stay focused despite not being much of a sour candy person.

It’s sweet, thoughtful, and hot as hell. Jared is distracted from the turbulence enough that he releases his death grip on the armrests by a fraction and slides down in the seat to give Jensen more room to work.

A thumb rubs along his balls, slides underneath to tease his perineum, and then lowers. Spit slicks it as Jensen massages his hole with the digit and moans around his flesh. Jared bites through his own candy belt, mouth flooding with saliva as he moans around the taste and sensation.

He’s pretty sure his head is going to explode, pulled between the lingering fear and the horrendous amount of arousal, and then Jensen breaches the first ring of muscle with his thumb even as he rubs his tongue against Jared adding the slick pressure to the still gritty abrasion. His dick is going to be raw by the time his boyfriend is done and he couldn’t care less.

The seat reclines then, how Jensen does it will remain a mystery, and Jared’s pants are pulled and tugged down so that more of him is exposed as Jensen licks and sucks while fucking him with his thumb. Jared’s arching into the hot pressure, pushing back down on the digit, and trying to figure out which is better.

The candy falls out of his mouth when Jensen pulls off the head of his dick with a pop and smiles up at him.

“Better Sweetheart?”

Jared nods dumbly, opening his lips when Jensen slides what’s left of the candy that was previously wrapped around his dick into his mouth. He tastes sour, sweet, and his own pre-come as Jensen removes his pants entirely and hooks his legs over his shoulder. It’s too much, not enough, and he focuses on sucking the candy to non-existence while Jensen uses his other thumb to pull Jared open so he can tongue fuck him properly.

Jensen’s tongue is in him, rocking to a set rhythm while his thumbs massage Jared’s rim and spread him wider. He’s sticky, gasping and arching, and his hands finally let go of the arm rests and shakily grip at the short spikes of Jensen’s hair.

“Ye – yes, yes better. Oh fuck Jensen. Please.”

Green eyes peek up over his dick and fingers twist and pull in him until one rubs his prostate and Jared is right on the edge of coming.

With that his boyfriend pulls back and fumbles through the closest bag. He finds something, pops it in his mouth, and moves up onto his knees so he can lean over and feed the sweet candy from his mouth into Jared’s.

“Don’t choke Sweetheart.” The usually smooth voice is rough, thick with lust and need, and Jared practically claws at Jensen trying to get his belt and pants open. He finally reaches his prize and wraps one hand around Jensen’s cock while he sucks on the Jawbreaker that’s in his mouth.

It acts like a gag, muffles the moans Jared is releasing as Jensen keeps fingering him messily open and licking at the candy and spit on his lips and chin. Jared can’t imagine how he looks right now, spread out on Jensen’s fingers and clumsily jerking him off with what amounts to a candy ball gag in his mouth. Whatever the ultimate picture is like Jensen must approve, because his eyes are dark and his fingers are moving more rapidly.

“Can’t wait anymore Jay, gotta have you on me. Gotta be in you baby, are you ready?” Jensen’s already pulling him, fingers on his hips now as he maneuvers Jared onto his lap on the floor.

Jared lets himself be manhandled, positioned over Jensen’s cock, and he gives a muffled yes before pushing himself down. Spit and candy juices slick the way as Jensen splits him open and bruises his hips with his grip.

The older man’s eyes are sparkling, pupils blown and mouth open on a low groan, and Jared clenches his ass around Jensen’s girth and wiggles a bit until he’s all the way down and totally full. His dick is still hard, bobbing between them and leaking precome as he begins to rock up and down on Jensen’s cock.

The Jawbreaker clacks against his teeth and his hands scrabble at Jensen’s button-up shirt and grip the material while he rides Jensen for all he’s worth. They hit another patch of turbulence and the plane bounces him, tension causing him to tighten up and adding slight pain to the pleasure of Jensen’s dick.

He cries out around the gag and Jensen’s hands smooth along his sides as he thrusts up. “Oh fuck – baby it’s – fuck you’re tight – it’s okay. It’s all okay. I swear.”

Then Jensen shifts and pegs his prostate, eyes big and full of love and need, and Jared can’t focus anymore. Can’t remember where they are or what kind of danger they’re in as all that suddenly matters is riding Jensen until he fills Jared with his come and begs in that pretty way of his.

A hand wraps around his cock and works him hard and fast while Jensen thrusts up into him. The material of Jensen’s slacks is smooth on his ass and thighs, the expensive shirt rips a bit as Jared pulls at it, and Jared is left writhing and twisting as Jensen fucks him until he feels like he can’t breathe around the candy and the need.

“Come for me Sweetheart. Please come. You gotta come so I can. Oh fuck Jay, please baby, come for me.”

Jensen’s fingers slide under his shirt, wrap around one nipple and pull while the other hand twists the head of his cock sharply, and Jared comes with his teeth crunching into the outer candy shell and his hands spasming around Jensen’s shoulders.

There’s a thick grunt, Jensen’s hips jerk sharply, and then it’s all over as Jensen comes inside him panting his name.

They stay like that for several minutes, sweat cooling in the air-conditioned cabin and flight suddenly smooth as Jared and Jensen’s ragged breathing breaks the silence.

His boyfriend slides out carefully, and then removes the Jawbreaker before massaging Jared’s jaw gently.

“So we’re totally okay now? “

Jared’s too fucked out and sticky to care about anything other than lying down and getting the sensation in his legs back.

“Yeah I think so. Your shirt is kind of ruined though.”

Jensen eyes the cooling come calmly and then shrugs.

“Doesn’t matter. After all, I’m pretty sure this shirt was older than you.”

Jared ignores the wounded look Jensen gives him after he delivers the well-deserved punch.

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