To be fair, it was actually Jensen's fault.

Sort of.

He'd been the one to roll his eyes when Jared had complained. They had once again nearly being outed by Jensen's spectacularly loud sex noises. He'd been the one to howl like a banshee when Jared had jerked him off. He'd been the one to ignore Jared's flailing and turn around with the words, 'well just gag me if you think it's such a big deal', and really, how is Jared supposed to live with those words in his brain?

Simple answer: he's not.

Of course, he'd had to try it.

First with his hand, because yeah, he kind of had a thing for the fact that Jensen's face fit so perfectly in his hand, and there was something pretty damn hot about the way his fingers seemed to swallow the bottom half of Jensen's face whole.

Jensen seemed to like that as well. He squirmed more vigorously, and let loose on the screams, which, loud as they were before, would have been deafening if Jared wasn't there to be a human sound muffler.

So running on the merits of their first experiment, Jared had gotten a little creative,

He liked the hand thing, but he tended to need both of them just to keep up with things.

Next he stole a few props from set. Jared wouldn't admit that Dean had been pretty damn yummy all tied up at Gordon's mercy. But he would admit to wanting to try things out for himself.

So Jensen had let him knot the colorful gag behind his head before ridding Jared hard enough to trigger an orgasm that left them both half brain dead and barely strong enough to stumbled out to the car.

After that, they'd not been able to stop.

They tried socks (clean ones), tape (bad idea), and a prissy scarf (that had left Jensen spitting wool for a week).

Then Jared had a light bulb moment, and stopped off at the local sex shop on the way to buy milk and butter.

The girl working there was most helpful. Was his 'friend' a guy, girl? (Fucking Canada, man)

Guy.

Big mouth? Small mouth?

Loud mouth.

Practical or aesthetic?

Practical. Dear God, practical.

She came back with a few choices.

One looked like a medieval torture device, and no way in Hell was Jared letting that near his boyfriend, thank you very fucking much.

Then there was one which looked okay, until you imagined it in Jensen's mouth. Then no. Just no.

The last one however, was perfect. Like Goldilocks and the Tree Bears.

This gag is too creepy. This gag is too ugly. But this gag is just right.

He paid for it without an ounce of discomfort or shame. Like he said, this was all Jensen's fault.

Necessary evils, man. Necessary evils.

He'd stood Jensen in front of the mirror to try the damn thing out, shiny black rubber between those shiny pink lips of his.

Jared fastened the buckle and nearly came.

The whole point was to reduce potential fuck ups. Not make it physically impossible to look at Jensen's mouth without spontaneously combusting. This was a practicality, not a naughty perverted kink!

Jensen's eyes were smug and knowing in the mirror, and despite the gag, or maybe even because of it, his mouth was practically mocking Jared with every muted, muffled sound it made.

Sonovabitch.

Before throwing Jensen down on the bed and having his wicked way, Jared resolved to go back to the store and buy a few more sets.

One for work.

One for the car.

One just in case.

Like he said...Jensen was fucking loud.