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alwaysenduphere) wrote2009-03-02 12:10 am
alwaysenduphere) wrote2009-03-02 12:10 am
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spn fic: rough
rough (continuation of acting, what's that? )
r, jared/jensen
vague spoilers for episode 4.14
1,145 words
It’s been a long, hard day. Not just with the fight scenes, but Dean’s so emotionally screwed up right now that Jensen feels like he could sleep for days. So after plowing his way through the dogs, he expects nothing other than to head to bed and crash. Jared apparently has a different plan, though, slamming him against the wall before they barely get in the door, dogs still pawing at their legs. He doesn’t hold Jensen there long, gives a good shove and backs up. “Earlier. What was that?”
Jensen knows he could play coy, use the long day to his advantage and claim cluelessness, but the thing is, Jared’s never done anything like this before, and he’s not sure how to react. So instead, he says, “You started it.”
“Are you twelve? Besides, I start shit all the time. Why today do you start it back?”
And that is the question. Jensen looks up at Jared, lets the question sink in. Jared was just teasing, riling Jensen up to screw up the scene, but when Jensen fought back, he hadn’t been just teasing. He can admit that to himself, he supposes. Having the knife at Jared’s throat, having control of Jared, it was a rush like no other. A rush he wants again.
“Jensen,” Jared warns, still waiting for his answer. He’s still close, definitely breaching what any normal person considers personal space, and for once, Jensen’s thankful for Jared’s lack of boundaries, as he wraps his hand around Jared’s neck and yanks him in.
The kiss is fierce, and Jensen surprises himself as well as Jared as it continues. Jared shoves him back against the wall, returning the growl Jensen gave him earlier in the day. “Jensen.” His voice is low and hoarse, both a question and permission. Jensen startles, looking up at him and meeting his eyes, wide as can be. He’s sure his eyes reflect the same in Jared’s. “I know, Jay. I know.”
“Jensen,” Jared growls, and it’s all he needs. He wraps one foot around Jared’s leg, pulls it, and within seconds it’s Jared up against the wall, Jensen pressing against him. “Yeah,” Jared whispers, and leans back in to kiss him.
This time, the kiss is soft, almost hesitant, as Jared gives up control to Jensen, lets him know he’s the one in charge. It clicks for Jensen then. “Earlier. You like it when I’m rough.” Jared moans as Jensen’s hand brushes under his shirt. “So, you like it when I do this.” Jensen takes both of Jared’s hands, hanging loose at his sides still, and pins them above his head. Jared keens, his hips jutting out to meet Jensen. It’s like fire when they touch.
It’s hard keeping hold of Jared’s wrists with one hand, Jensen discovers, since everything about Jared is so big. Everything, as he struggles with one hand to keep Jared's wrists in check and the other heads down Jared’s pants. When Jensen’s hand circles around Jared, it’s like a deal has been sealed, as Jared jerks into his palm. He moves up and down, not at all gentle. There’s a brief worry of hurting Jared, but one look at him, eyes closed, mouth open, in the moment, and Jensen knows he’s not doing anything of the sort.
He works him hard, using the moves he knows he himself likes, all the while being just a little rougher than he would prefer. But Jared’s made it clear that he’s enjoying every minute, and Jensen thinks it could be the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
He smiles into Jared’s mouth when he notices he’s reduced Jared to nothing other than quick pants, not so much kissing anymore as leaning against each other. Jensen’s lips are swollen, and he can see a little blood trailing from Jared’s as he pulls slowly away from his face. Jared whimpers.
“Shhhh. Look at me, Jay.” When Jared opens his eyes to meet Jensen’s, he increases his pace, watches as Jared comes close to the edge. “Don’t look away. I’ve got you.” There are little noises spilling out of Jared right and left, but Jensen doesn’t let up. His one hand remains firm on Jared’s wrists above his head, as the other hand works Jared through.
“Jensen.” Jared sighs as he comes, never breaking the gaze between the two of them. He sags into Jensen, and it’s then that Jensen lets go of his wrists. Almost immediately, Jared’s arms wrap around Jensen’s waist, body lax. He mumbles into Jensen’s shoulder. “I didn’t know how much…but damn, today, with that knife? All I wanted for the rest of the day.”
Jensen chuckles. “Then, man, I wish I’d had a knife just then, because I can’t imagine how much hotter you could’ve looked.” Jared laughs with him, his mouth creating a buzz against Jensen’s throat that goes straight to Jensen’s crotch, and amazingly, Jared notices.
“Looks like one of us didn’t have as much fun as the other.”
“Oh, trust me. Watching you? That was tons o’ fun.”
“I’ll show you tons o’ fun.” And Jared promptly falls to his knees in front of Jensen.
“Jay…” As much as he’d love nothing more than for Jared to do what he’s suggesting, logic has returned to his brain. Jensen instead falls to his knees with him. “Not today. As much as I’d love for you to do that, we need to get to bed. Early day tomorrow, yeah?”
“Jensen. Trust me. This won’t take that long,” Jared pulls Jensen back to his feet, a cocky smile on his face as he falls back to his knees.
Jensen places a hand on Jared’s cheek, and Jared leans into it. “Yeah,” they both whisper, and then Jared swallows him down.
Of course Jared’s right, as usual, and as his world is reduced to nothing but Jared’s mouth, Jensen takes a brief moment to wonder how Jared’s gotten so good at giving head. Then he’s coming, the world practically blanking out as he sags, bracing his arms against the wall in front of him to keep from falling onto Jared. Slowly, Jared stands back up, wiping a bit of come off his face as he meets Jensen’s eyes, bright green to bright green. He starts to speak, but Jensen cuts him off. “If you so much as utter an ‘I told you so,’ there will be no repeat performances of this evening for awhile.”
An eyebrow goes up. “So if I say something like ‘let’s go to bed’ there will be a repeat performance? Just to be clear.”
“Yeah, Jay, I think that can be arranged.” Jensen’s not sure what this was, not sure at all how a little joking around on-set turned into an evening against the wall, but he’s certain that he doesn’t care, as long as it happens again.
+ *blushes* And here I said I'd never write J2 because it's just weird making up a person's personal life. I feel dirty now. lol.
r, jared/jensen
vague spoilers for episode 4.14
1,145 words
It’s been a long, hard day. Not just with the fight scenes, but Dean’s so emotionally screwed up right now that Jensen feels like he could sleep for days. So after plowing his way through the dogs, he expects nothing other than to head to bed and crash. Jared apparently has a different plan, though, slamming him against the wall before they barely get in the door, dogs still pawing at their legs. He doesn’t hold Jensen there long, gives a good shove and backs up. “Earlier. What was that?”
Jensen knows he could play coy, use the long day to his advantage and claim cluelessness, but the thing is, Jared’s never done anything like this before, and he’s not sure how to react. So instead, he says, “You started it.”
“Are you twelve? Besides, I start shit all the time. Why today do you start it back?”
And that is the question. Jensen looks up at Jared, lets the question sink in. Jared was just teasing, riling Jensen up to screw up the scene, but when Jensen fought back, he hadn’t been just teasing. He can admit that to himself, he supposes. Having the knife at Jared’s throat, having control of Jared, it was a rush like no other. A rush he wants again.
“Jensen,” Jared warns, still waiting for his answer. He’s still close, definitely breaching what any normal person considers personal space, and for once, Jensen’s thankful for Jared’s lack of boundaries, as he wraps his hand around Jared’s neck and yanks him in.
The kiss is fierce, and Jensen surprises himself as well as Jared as it continues. Jared shoves him back against the wall, returning the growl Jensen gave him earlier in the day. “Jensen.” His voice is low and hoarse, both a question and permission. Jensen startles, looking up at him and meeting his eyes, wide as can be. He’s sure his eyes reflect the same in Jared’s. “I know, Jay. I know.”
“Jensen,” Jared growls, and it’s all he needs. He wraps one foot around Jared’s leg, pulls it, and within seconds it’s Jared up against the wall, Jensen pressing against him. “Yeah,” Jared whispers, and leans back in to kiss him.
This time, the kiss is soft, almost hesitant, as Jared gives up control to Jensen, lets him know he’s the one in charge. It clicks for Jensen then. “Earlier. You like it when I’m rough.” Jared moans as Jensen’s hand brushes under his shirt. “So, you like it when I do this.” Jensen takes both of Jared’s hands, hanging loose at his sides still, and pins them above his head. Jared keens, his hips jutting out to meet Jensen. It’s like fire when they touch.
It’s hard keeping hold of Jared’s wrists with one hand, Jensen discovers, since everything about Jared is so big. Everything, as he struggles with one hand to keep Jared's wrists in check and the other heads down Jared’s pants. When Jensen’s hand circles around Jared, it’s like a deal has been sealed, as Jared jerks into his palm. He moves up and down, not at all gentle. There’s a brief worry of hurting Jared, but one look at him, eyes closed, mouth open, in the moment, and Jensen knows he’s not doing anything of the sort.
He works him hard, using the moves he knows he himself likes, all the while being just a little rougher than he would prefer. But Jared’s made it clear that he’s enjoying every minute, and Jensen thinks it could be the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
He smiles into Jared’s mouth when he notices he’s reduced Jared to nothing other than quick pants, not so much kissing anymore as leaning against each other. Jensen’s lips are swollen, and he can see a little blood trailing from Jared’s as he pulls slowly away from his face. Jared whimpers.
“Shhhh. Look at me, Jay.” When Jared opens his eyes to meet Jensen’s, he increases his pace, watches as Jared comes close to the edge. “Don’t look away. I’ve got you.” There are little noises spilling out of Jared right and left, but Jensen doesn’t let up. His one hand remains firm on Jared’s wrists above his head, as the other hand works Jared through.
“Jensen.” Jared sighs as he comes, never breaking the gaze between the two of them. He sags into Jensen, and it’s then that Jensen lets go of his wrists. Almost immediately, Jared’s arms wrap around Jensen’s waist, body lax. He mumbles into Jensen’s shoulder. “I didn’t know how much…but damn, today, with that knife? All I wanted for the rest of the day.”
Jensen chuckles. “Then, man, I wish I’d had a knife just then, because I can’t imagine how much hotter you could’ve looked.” Jared laughs with him, his mouth creating a buzz against Jensen’s throat that goes straight to Jensen’s crotch, and amazingly, Jared notices.
“Looks like one of us didn’t have as much fun as the other.”
“Oh, trust me. Watching you? That was tons o’ fun.”
“I’ll show you tons o’ fun.” And Jared promptly falls to his knees in front of Jensen.
“Jay…” As much as he’d love nothing more than for Jared to do what he’s suggesting, logic has returned to his brain. Jensen instead falls to his knees with him. “Not today. As much as I’d love for you to do that, we need to get to bed. Early day tomorrow, yeah?”
“Jensen. Trust me. This won’t take that long,” Jared pulls Jensen back to his feet, a cocky smile on his face as he falls back to his knees.
Jensen places a hand on Jared’s cheek, and Jared leans into it. “Yeah,” they both whisper, and then Jared swallows him down.
Of course Jared’s right, as usual, and as his world is reduced to nothing but Jared’s mouth, Jensen takes a brief moment to wonder how Jared’s gotten so good at giving head. Then he’s coming, the world practically blanking out as he sags, bracing his arms against the wall in front of him to keep from falling onto Jared. Slowly, Jared stands back up, wiping a bit of come off his face as he meets Jensen’s eyes, bright green to bright green. He starts to speak, but Jensen cuts him off. “If you so much as utter an ‘I told you so,’ there will be no repeat performances of this evening for awhile.”
An eyebrow goes up. “So if I say something like ‘let’s go to bed’ there will be a repeat performance? Just to be clear.”
“Yeah, Jay, I think that can be arranged.” Jensen’s not sure what this was, not sure at all how a little joking around on-set turned into an evening against the wall, but he’s certain that he doesn’t care, as long as it happens again.
+ *blushes* And here I said I'd never write J2 because it's just weird making up a person's personal life. I feel dirty now. lol.