Ficlet: I'll Be Your Distraction (For krebsbach)
Title: I'll Be Your Distraction
Series: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder
Author(s): bloody_adorable & eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: PG to Adults...ish.
Wordcount: 1,200
Summary/Notes: Jensen tries to distract Jared from working on the bikes. Written for krebsbach as part of the 'ficlet a day' extras.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
I'LL BE YOUR DISTRACTION
Jensen watched Jared. He found himself doing that a lot, just standing and watching him. If Jared knew that he was doing it, he never let on. Jensen supposed that he probably did know, but that he just liked feeling Jensen's eyes on him as he moved about the garage. Shirt off, Jared worked on the Ducati, giving up momentarily on the Suicycle. Parts hadn't come in. Had to wait. It didn't matter. As long as Jensen could watch and occasionally help, he was happy. Since he'd been working a while, and the sun was actually out in good force today, Jared's tattooed back was shiny with a thin film of sweat. He straightened from his work and reached for the water bottle Jensen had gotten him earlier.
He cracked it open and took a lengthy drink from it, throat working hard as he swallowed. Some of the water spilled over the corners of his mouth, landing upon his chest, dribbling down his chin and throat. Jensen watched the water as it formed a rivulet down the center of Jared's stomach. He did his own share of hard swallowing, feeling a warmth gathering in his belly.
"Jay?"
Finally breathing after such a lengthy drink, Jared sighed and wiped his chin with his free hand. "Yeah?"
"Jeffrey's gone for the afternoon," he said. "Went to see Stevie."
"Yeah, I know. So?"
"So, the house is empty."
Jared just looked at him for a moment. "And?"
Jensen gestured silently for a moment, not sure how to say what was on his mind. "You know."
"I do," he agreed with a nod of his head. "Means I might be able to get some damn work done on the bike."
"Wha..."
"What?"
"Well...nothing."
Jared chuckled, shaking his head and turned back to his work. A few minutes later, he felt Jensen's hands on his shoulders, kneading in just the right places. He moaned slightly, tilting his head to the side to crack his neck. "What are you up to?" he asked.
"Nothing," Jensen lied. He leaned down and pressed a couple of gentle kisses to Jared's tattooed shoulders.
"Okay, man. Nothing is gonna end up getting me kinda horny if you're not careful."
"Who says I want to be careful? Horny's not a bad thing, right?"
"It is when I have all this work to do," Jared told him, gesturing at the bike. Jensen sighed, stepped back, and let him go back to work. For a few minutes, at least.
As Jared reached into his toolbox - really just a modified lunchbox that was too small for most things - Jensen let out a loud moan and stretched his arms behind his head, reaching up until his shirt rode up over his stomach. Jared looked up at the movement, smiled at him, and turned back to the bike.
"Hot," Jensen said, going around to the other side of the Ducati so that Jared couldn't help but see him. Closer to the inside of the garage, he started unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders, bunching it up and tossing it into the mess behind him. Jared's eyes flicked up for a quick look, and his mouth quirked up into a slight grin as he shook his head.
"Won't work, Jen. Need to get this finished."
"I know," Jensen said, acting innocent.
"Got a rally at the weekend and I want her to be ready."
Jensen rolled his eyes. "I know," he said, again.
"Then stop."
"Stop what?"
"You're going to be sorry, if you don't knock it off." He might have sounded angry, but Jared was well aware that Jensen knew he wasn't.
"Can I help?"
"Can you behave?"
Jensen laughed and knelt down beside Jared. "You've never wanted me to before."
"I'm serious, Jen. I need to get this done."
He started to work on the bike again, pausing in his work when he felt Jensen's warm mouth upon his earlobe, tongue sliding just right, teeth nipping just enough to give him chills. He closed his eyes and leaned into what Jensen was doing, enjoying the pleasure for a few moments.
"Jen."
"Hm?" A very wet kiss to the ear, nuzzling the soft flesh behind it, made Jared's breath catch in his throat. Jared didn't say anything else, instead turning his head so that he faced Jensen. He watched Jensen smile and lean in to kiss him, and kissed back. Hard and nipping, wet and warm.
Then he pulled back and nudged Jensen away slightly, turning back to the bike. "Goddamn," he said. "You will be the end of me."
"So does that mean-"
"Let me finish up, please. Another couple hours."
Jensen sighed, loudly, sitting back on the concrete and glaring at the side of Jared's head. They'd had such an amazing night last night that he was still wound up from it, and Jared in front of him like that was just too much for him to try and resist.
"Rally's on Sunday?"
"Uh-huh," Jared mumbled, grunting as he reached up to pull something free.
"And it's only Friday. So it's not going anywhere, right? The bike, I mean.."
"I know what you're gonna ask and no. I don't have time to do it tomorrow. Tomorrow I get the parts for the Suicycle, or some of them, and I want to work on her then."
Jensen ground his teeth in frustration, humming under his breath.
He took a couple deep breaths, wondering what he could do to sidetrack the man. Any other time, and he'd be trying to peel Jared off of him. He wasn't one for talking dirty, no matter how hard he tried, and subtlety clearly wasn't working. Jensen unbuttoned his jeans, swallowed his nervousness, and pushed the jeans down, kicking them away. In just his boxer briefs, he wormed his way in between Jared and the Ducati. He stood, barefoot and mostly naked in front of Jared, looking down at him.
"Dude," Jared said, looking up at him. His mouth instantly went dry when he saw the lack of clothing the young man had on. "Hi," he said softly.
Jensen went down to his knees, straddling Jared's lap, his legs curling around behind the man. He pushed Jared's skull cap off and threaded his fingers through Jared's hair. "I want you right now," he said, almost fumbling over the words that could be construed as talking dirty. "Right now. I swear to you, I'll help you with whatever you want after. But I need you right now."
Jared swallowed, his hands already at Jensen's hips. "Show me," he teased.
Jensen kissed him and then stood from his place. He pulled down the elastic waist of the boxer briefs just enough to show off a muscled hip bone and then smiled devilishly.
"That's it?" Jared asked, grinning. He'd put his tools down, which was a good sign.
"For as long as it takes you to get inside this garage and close up," Jensen answered, heading inside and aiming for the ladder. Jared watched him go, looking back down at his bike. He got up, patting the saddle.
"Sorry, baby. We'll get you fixed up later. I promise."
--'S it!--
Obviously this is the last of the first five ficlets, and a new chapter will be up at some point tomorrow. (Possibly quite late in the day, as I am out after work...) The other requested ficlets will be written over the coming weeks and posted as they are completed, so don't worry if you made a request and haven't seen it...YOU WILL!
Series: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder
Author(s): bloody_adorable & eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: PG to Adults...ish.
Wordcount: 1,200
Summary/Notes: Jensen tries to distract Jared from working on the bikes. Written for krebsbach as part of the 'ficlet a day' extras.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
I'LL BE YOUR DISTRACTION
Jensen watched Jared. He found himself doing that a lot, just standing and watching him. If Jared knew that he was doing it, he never let on. Jensen supposed that he probably did know, but that he just liked feeling Jensen's eyes on him as he moved about the garage. Shirt off, Jared worked on the Ducati, giving up momentarily on the Suicycle. Parts hadn't come in. Had to wait. It didn't matter. As long as Jensen could watch and occasionally help, he was happy. Since he'd been working a while, and the sun was actually out in good force today, Jared's tattooed back was shiny with a thin film of sweat. He straightened from his work and reached for the water bottle Jensen had gotten him earlier.
He cracked it open and took a lengthy drink from it, throat working hard as he swallowed. Some of the water spilled over the corners of his mouth, landing upon his chest, dribbling down his chin and throat. Jensen watched the water as it formed a rivulet down the center of Jared's stomach. He did his own share of hard swallowing, feeling a warmth gathering in his belly.
"Jay?"
Finally breathing after such a lengthy drink, Jared sighed and wiped his chin with his free hand. "Yeah?"
"Jeffrey's gone for the afternoon," he said. "Went to see Stevie."
"Yeah, I know. So?"
"So, the house is empty."
Jared just looked at him for a moment. "And?"
Jensen gestured silently for a moment, not sure how to say what was on his mind. "You know."
"I do," he agreed with a nod of his head. "Means I might be able to get some damn work done on the bike."
"Wha..."
"What?"
"Well...nothing."
Jared chuckled, shaking his head and turned back to his work. A few minutes later, he felt Jensen's hands on his shoulders, kneading in just the right places. He moaned slightly, tilting his head to the side to crack his neck. "What are you up to?" he asked.
"Nothing," Jensen lied. He leaned down and pressed a couple of gentle kisses to Jared's tattooed shoulders.
"Okay, man. Nothing is gonna end up getting me kinda horny if you're not careful."
"Who says I want to be careful? Horny's not a bad thing, right?"
"It is when I have all this work to do," Jared told him, gesturing at the bike. Jensen sighed, stepped back, and let him go back to work. For a few minutes, at least.
As Jared reached into his toolbox - really just a modified lunchbox that was too small for most things - Jensen let out a loud moan and stretched his arms behind his head, reaching up until his shirt rode up over his stomach. Jared looked up at the movement, smiled at him, and turned back to the bike.
"Hot," Jensen said, going around to the other side of the Ducati so that Jared couldn't help but see him. Closer to the inside of the garage, he started unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders, bunching it up and tossing it into the mess behind him. Jared's eyes flicked up for a quick look, and his mouth quirked up into a slight grin as he shook his head.
"Won't work, Jen. Need to get this finished."
"I know," Jensen said, acting innocent.
"Got a rally at the weekend and I want her to be ready."
Jensen rolled his eyes. "I know," he said, again.
"Then stop."
"Stop what?"
"You're going to be sorry, if you don't knock it off." He might have sounded angry, but Jared was well aware that Jensen knew he wasn't.
"Can I help?"
"Can you behave?"
Jensen laughed and knelt down beside Jared. "You've never wanted me to before."
"I'm serious, Jen. I need to get this done."
He started to work on the bike again, pausing in his work when he felt Jensen's warm mouth upon his earlobe, tongue sliding just right, teeth nipping just enough to give him chills. He closed his eyes and leaned into what Jensen was doing, enjoying the pleasure for a few moments.
"Jen."
"Hm?" A very wet kiss to the ear, nuzzling the soft flesh behind it, made Jared's breath catch in his throat. Jared didn't say anything else, instead turning his head so that he faced Jensen. He watched Jensen smile and lean in to kiss him, and kissed back. Hard and nipping, wet and warm.
Then he pulled back and nudged Jensen away slightly, turning back to the bike. "Goddamn," he said. "You will be the end of me."
"So does that mean-"
"Let me finish up, please. Another couple hours."
Jensen sighed, loudly, sitting back on the concrete and glaring at the side of Jared's head. They'd had such an amazing night last night that he was still wound up from it, and Jared in front of him like that was just too much for him to try and resist.
"Rally's on Sunday?"
"Uh-huh," Jared mumbled, grunting as he reached up to pull something free.
"And it's only Friday. So it's not going anywhere, right? The bike, I mean.."
"I know what you're gonna ask and no. I don't have time to do it tomorrow. Tomorrow I get the parts for the Suicycle, or some of them, and I want to work on her then."
Jensen ground his teeth in frustration, humming under his breath.
He took a couple deep breaths, wondering what he could do to sidetrack the man. Any other time, and he'd be trying to peel Jared off of him. He wasn't one for talking dirty, no matter how hard he tried, and subtlety clearly wasn't working. Jensen unbuttoned his jeans, swallowed his nervousness, and pushed the jeans down, kicking them away. In just his boxer briefs, he wormed his way in between Jared and the Ducati. He stood, barefoot and mostly naked in front of Jared, looking down at him.
"Dude," Jared said, looking up at him. His mouth instantly went dry when he saw the lack of clothing the young man had on. "Hi," he said softly.
Jensen went down to his knees, straddling Jared's lap, his legs curling around behind the man. He pushed Jared's skull cap off and threaded his fingers through Jared's hair. "I want you right now," he said, almost fumbling over the words that could be construed as talking dirty. "Right now. I swear to you, I'll help you with whatever you want after. But I need you right now."
Jared swallowed, his hands already at Jensen's hips. "Show me," he teased.
Jensen kissed him and then stood from his place. He pulled down the elastic waist of the boxer briefs just enough to show off a muscled hip bone and then smiled devilishly.
"That's it?" Jared asked, grinning. He'd put his tools down, which was a good sign.
"For as long as it takes you to get inside this garage and close up," Jensen answered, heading inside and aiming for the ladder. Jared watched him go, looking back down at his bike. He got up, patting the saddle.
"Sorry, baby. We'll get you fixed up later. I promise."
--'S it!--
Obviously this is the last of the first five ficlets, and a new chapter will be up at some point tomorrow. (Possibly quite late in the day, as I am out after work...) The other requested ficlets will be written over the coming weeks and posted as they are completed, so don't worry if you made a request and haven't seen it...YOU WILL!