i'm no good at waiting my turn
title: you’re still the one i’m thinkin’ of
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don’t own em
rating: adult
pairing: JP/JA
word count: 411
notes: PWP set post 4x17, w/ peripheral SPOILERS for the same. joans23 asked for J2, dirty kisses. this is what happened. title from shooter jennings.
As soon as shooting’s wrapped for the day, Jared drags Jensen off to his trailer. He’s got a hand down Jen’s pants before the two of them are fully inside, but right now he’s past caring about who sees what.
He’s spent most of the last two days telling himself that bending Jensen over that freakin’ huge desk wouldn’t be a good idea. Not in front of the camera anyway. It had been a little close to call, especially tonight, during the last few shots when Jared had to bite the inside of his cheek while Jensen finished up with one of his solo scenes. Watching Jensen in those clean-cut buttoned shirts and ties and oh God, the damn suspenders got under his skin and turned him on so much it hurt.
Jared kicks the door shut behind them, grunts when Jensen shoves him against it.
“Little pushy ain’t ya?”
Jensen huffs out a laugh.
“Shut up, like you haven’t been wantin’ this all fucking day,” he says and goes to his knees.
There’s the soft snick of Jared’s belt coming loose and the unmistakable sound of his zipper going the same way. Jensen eases his pants down around his knees, works fingers under the waistband of Jared’s boxers. He licks a slow, broad stripe up Jared’s cock, before he gets down to one serious blow job. Jared’s head thunks back against the door; he can’t help the short thrusts of his hips that force his dick in a little further, a little deeper. Jen’s got a mouth on him that ought to win him the goddamn Oscar for cock sucking.
Jared leaves teeth marks in his fist to keep from letting the whole set know what they’re doing. His other hand skitters through the brush of Jensen’s hair, before settling on the curve of his skull. Jensen curls his tongue around the head of Jared’s dick and that’s all Jared can take.
Any thought of being a gentleman and pulling away gets squashed when Jensen puts both his hands on Jared’s hips and keeps him pinned to the door. Jensen usually doesn’t go all the way, but he swallows it all without flinching; Jared moans when he pulls off and sits back on his haunches, smirking and satisfied.
Jared wraps his hand in the red silk tie Jensen hasn’t bothered taking off and drags him up for a kiss. Tastes himself on Jensen’s tongue.
He could get used to this.
- end
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don’t own em
rating: adult
pairing: JP/JA
word count: 411
notes: PWP set post 4x17, w/ peripheral SPOILERS for the same. joans23 asked for J2, dirty kisses. this is what happened. title from shooter jennings.
As soon as shooting’s wrapped for the day, Jared drags Jensen off to his trailer. He’s got a hand down Jen’s pants before the two of them are fully inside, but right now he’s past caring about who sees what.
He’s spent most of the last two days telling himself that bending Jensen over that freakin’ huge desk wouldn’t be a good idea. Not in front of the camera anyway. It had been a little close to call, especially tonight, during the last few shots when Jared had to bite the inside of his cheek while Jensen finished up with one of his solo scenes. Watching Jensen in those clean-cut buttoned shirts and ties and oh God, the damn suspenders got under his skin and turned him on so much it hurt.
Jared kicks the door shut behind them, grunts when Jensen shoves him against it.
“Little pushy ain’t ya?”
Jensen huffs out a laugh.
“Shut up, like you haven’t been wantin’ this all fucking day,” he says and goes to his knees.
There’s the soft snick of Jared’s belt coming loose and the unmistakable sound of his zipper going the same way. Jensen eases his pants down around his knees, works fingers under the waistband of Jared’s boxers. He licks a slow, broad stripe up Jared’s cock, before he gets down to one serious blow job. Jared’s head thunks back against the door; he can’t help the short thrusts of his hips that force his dick in a little further, a little deeper. Jen’s got a mouth on him that ought to win him the goddamn Oscar for cock sucking.
Jared leaves teeth marks in his fist to keep from letting the whole set know what they’re doing. His other hand skitters through the brush of Jensen’s hair, before settling on the curve of his skull. Jensen curls his tongue around the head of Jared’s dick and that’s all Jared can take.
Any thought of being a gentleman and pulling away gets squashed when Jensen puts both his hands on Jared’s hips and keeps him pinned to the door. Jensen usually doesn’t go all the way, but he swallows it all without flinching; Jared moans when he pulls off and sits back on his haunches, smirking and satisfied.
Jared wraps his hand in the red silk tie Jensen hasn’t bothered taking off and drags him up for a kiss. Tastes himself on Jensen’s tongue.
He could get used to this.
- end