jared's chevy volt

Seana Gorlick!!! She’s my groomer, they call her Seana the Sauna, she gets heated very quickly. 

Anyway, for years she tried very expensive products, heavy duty stuff, but I kept telling her I use hotel hand lotion in my hair! She didn’t believe me so she kept trying different things. Then she asked Chris McMillan who does Jennifer Aniston’s hair, “what do you do with curly hair?” and he said “nothing you cant do anything with it, just leave it”…Later that day he walks over and goes, honestly “I just use hand lotion”. 

jarrich prompt! nsfw

Jared’s breath hitched as he bucked his hips forward, tightening his fingers in Richard’s curls as his fucked his face in short thrusts, impossibly hard at the sight of the slight man strewn out before him. Richard was naked except for a  tattered red hoodie, his legs parted, knees digging into the concrete of the server room, as his small hands worked his cock with the same fervor with which he swallowed Jared down, sputtering around his girth hitting the back of his throat.

Richard pulled off Jared’s cock with an obscene pop, relinquishing one of his hands from his lap to circle around Jared’s length and slowly stroke him root to tip. “Pull my hair,” Richard whines nasally, keeping his right hand cradled around the base and leading the tip up to his eager lips, lapping at the pre-ejaculate collecting at the head.

“I am, darling,” Jared breathes, yanking on his lover’s russet curls for good measure. Richard groans around his cock and doubles down on his own hardness and Jared is left beside himself; is forced to shove his fingers alongside his dick in Richard’s mouth and hold him open and away, chasing his cockhead with his eager lips and tongue.

“How am I supposed to last and um…fuck…your face when you’re like this?” he asks, his cock twitching at the feeling of saliva leaking down the side of Richard’s mouth, an endearing blush spreading across his ghostly face.

that’s the worst one!!! whatever!!! hope this one stays under the damn cut.

I wrote two because I wanted some porn up in here tbh (nsfw one is behind a cut….. hopefully. Unless tumblr mobile screwed up, in which case SORRY Y'ALL).

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“Is that a complaint I hear?”

Richard looked up from his laptop, removing his headphones at the sudden intrusion. The sun had gone down hours ago without him realizing, shrouding the living room of the hostel in darkness, and Jared’s tall form cast shadows about.

“What was that, sorry?”

“Is that a complaint I hear?” Jared repeated. There was something about his expression, a subtle shade that Richard had come to recognize over the years, that clued him in— Jared was trying to make a joke. About what exactly continued to elude Richard.

“Oh, uh… yeah it’s just,” he waved a hand through the air. “This code’s being a bitch. I guess I must’ve muttered something out loud, sorry.”

Jared nodded. The attempted joke had been dropped. The fact that Jared tried to joke at all amused Richard. It felt like ages ago when he’d first ambled in here, stiff and business-like, slowly coming to life over the years in Richard’s eyes.

The moment, awkward as it should’ve been, felt alarmingly normal to Richard, which in turn set off an internal panic. His face flushed with heat and suddenly he found it hard to look Jared in the eyes, though a smile persistently smeared itself across Richard’s face. He let out a short, nervous giggle, and patted the seat next to him.

“If you wanna join, I’ll be here a while,” he said without thinking.

Jared, who’d been standing still as a statue, came to life once again. He folded his long limbs down next to Richard with a smile, and Richard knew that he’d be hearing more attempted wisecracks throughout the night.

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“Is that a complaint I hear?”

“No,” Richard replied immediately, shaking his head for good measure. His knees ached on the cool concrete of the garage, and time had all but disappeared under the heady pull of lust in his gut.

Jared smiled, soft with crinkled eyes, and carded fingers through Richard’s hair— and then he pulled it tight. Richard let out a gasp that was cut short as Jared stuffed his dick back into Richard’s mouth in one fluid thrust. It hit the back of his throat and tears prickled at the corners of Richard’s eyes, but his own traitorous desires leaped at the sensation.

He was being used. He was being useful. He adored it; every choking sensation, every salty tang, every whispered piece of praise that sprang from Jared’s lips as he fucked Richard’s mouth.

He’d been tentative at first, he always was, but after he’d seen the way Richard squirmed with want each time, Jared had gladly taken control of the situation. Richard needed this, and, watching as Jared grunted from above, hair a mess, bottom lip caught between his teeth, Richard understood.