FIC: Want You to See
TITLE: Want You to See
AUTHOR: Demona aka azraelz_angel
FANDOM: RPS
PAIRING: Jeff/Jensen
RATING: NC17
WORD COUNT: 2,127
WARNINGS: Real People Slash - AND PORN! *beams*
SUMMARY: Jeff helps Jensen over his insecurities and helps him see just how beautiful he is.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the people in this fic. I’m fairly certain that Jared and Jensen own themselves. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
A/N: This is set before The Request. Yes, I'm kinda writing this series backwards. *shrugs* The muse does what it wants.
BETA: The lovely and amazing kaylashay81. All remaining mistakes are mine.
Jensen certainly had not expected Jeff to be sitting in the hotel chair, naked and stroking his hand slowly over his hardening cock. He had been expecting Jeff to be passed out, snoring loudly in his bed.
Jensen hesitated for a moment, hand stopping as his fingers combed through his short hair. He was immediately very conscious of his naked, shower-damp body as he stood just a few feet out of the safety of the bathroom.
“You gonna stand there all night?” Jeff’s voice broke him out of his trance.
Jensen jerked his gaze off of Jeff’s dick and up to his eyes. “Thought you’d be passed out,” Jensen quietly confessed as he made his way over to Jeff. He couldn’t help but look when Jeff’s hand sped up around his now full, heavy erection.
“Disappointed?” Jeff questioned, eyes never leaving Jensen, making him self-conscious again.
“Not at all,” Jensen honestly answered. “Want some help with that?”
“Nah, I’ve got it under control. You though, we need to make sure you’re ready,” Jeff told him and pulled Jensen closer.
Jensen fell awkwardly across Jeff’s legs, trapping his own dick against Jeff’s thigh.
“Oomph,” Jensen breathed out as he scrambled to find a way to support himself.
Jeff’s hand, gentle, warm and steady on his lower back was all it took for him to stop struggling. “Relax Jen,” Jeff’s gravel deep voice was familiar and reassuring.
“Not that easy when I’m bent over your knee,” Jensen huffed.
Jeff’s laugh was easy and Jensen could feel the vibrations in his arm where it was pressed against Jeff’s stomach. The hand trailed lightly over Jensen’s back, causing goose bumps to appear all over his body. The hand disappeared for a moment and then there was a cool drizzle of liquid down Jensen’s ass.
Lube, he thought as it made a slow path down between his ass cheeks. Jeff’s hand returned, following the trail of lube, thumb circling - pressing - against Jensen’s puckered hole. Jeff’s thumb pressed in, breaching Jensen only with the tip before retracting and circling. Jeff repeated the process, allowed his thumb to only sink in a little deeper with each thrust, driving Jensen crazy.
Jensen was whimpered - begging for more - by the time Jeff moved to two fingers rather than his thumb. They slid in easily from all the lube and slow prep. Jensen did his best to fuck back onto Jeff’s hand and then rocked forward to grind his hard on against Jeff’s thigh. The position wasn’t the most comfortable, but with Jeff stretching him out and curling his fingers just right to slide over his prostate, Jensen couldn’t really care.
“God, I wish you could see this, Jen - the way your ass just opens up and swallows my fingers,” Jeff’s raw throaty voice traveled along his spine. He slipped a third finger into Jensen and picked up the speed of his thrusts.
“Guh…” was all Jensen could manage for a moment. “Much rather take your dick,” Jensen added with a moan.
“We’ll get there. But first,” Jeff admitted and shoved his hand in hard, fingers pressing and stroking against Jensen’s prostate and just like that Jensen was coming.
“Jesus fuck,” Jensen gasped out as his come splashed hot and wet against Jeff’s thighs. Jeff kept working him through it until the waves of pleasure turned to pain and Jensen shifted away.
Jensen squirmed trying to get away from Jeff’s hand - his fingers still working him open. And finally Jeff relented, gently pulling his hand out of Jensen’s ass. Jensen whined, torn between missing the feeling of Jeff’s fingers inside him and the lack of pressure on his oversensitive prostate. He could still feel his ass spasm and gape, and he shuddered.
“You did mention something about your dick right?” Jensen finally muttered as he tried to move to his feet.
“I did,” Jeff quietly agreed and helped Jensen right himself.
Jeff’s dick was hard, shining wet with pre-come, as it curled against his stomach. Jensen noticed Jeff hadn’t bothered to touch himself the whole time he’d been getting Jensen off.
“So, how about we do this before we both pass out?” Jensen suggested as he started back toward the bed.
Jeff grabbed his wrist before he could make it far. “No, right here,” Jeff stated and remained in the chair. Jensen shrugged and came back to straddle Jeff’s lap. “Other way,” Jeff instructed and pushed his hip to turn him around.
“Controlling bastard,” Jensen finally got out with a laugh. He turned around, presenting Jeff with his back and ass and froze. Jeff had positioned the chair to face the mirror.
“Jeff?” Jensen quietly asked as he sought out Jeff’s eyes in the mirror.
“Thought it would be hot,” Jeff told him and gently cupped Jensen’s dick. The gentle pressure was still this side of painful but Jensen’s dick twitched anyway.
“Why?” Jensen asked as he watched his face flush with embarrassment. The more he stared the further down the blush crept, until it reached his chest.
“So beautiful,” Jeff murmured in his ear as he watched with half-lidded eyes as Jensen blushed. “I wanted to show you how beautiful you are Jen. You don’t see it and I wanted to show you what I see,” Jeff kept his voice low, as soothing as he could.
“A pretty boy - too pretty - with lips meant to suck dick, right?” Jensen bitterly replied and pushed Jeff’s hand away from his dick as he tried to get up.
Jeff’s hands tightened around Jensen’s hips and pulled him back down onto his lap. Jeff groaned as Jensen’s ass came in contact with his hard dick and he couldn’t stop the small upward thrust he made against Jensen. His dick slid against Jensen’s lubed hole, nudging against it as it slid by.
“You are entitled to your own opinion, Jen, but don’t put words in my mouth,” Jeff angrily replied. “Yeah, you may be too pretty for a guy but that’s not what I see. And yeah, your lips are pretty damn sinful and I do like seeing them around my cock, but I like to watch them try to form words when I fuck you. I like to kiss them, sink my teeth into them, and know you like it.”
“So, what do you see Jeff?” Jensen bit back, still not quite understanding.
“Gonna show you Jen. Gonna show you how hot you are - gonna make you see what I see.”
Jensen snorted in disbelief. Jeff shifted him forward, off his dick and onto his thighs. Jensen heard the crinkling of foil behind him; saw over his shoulder the concentration on Jeff’s face as he put the condom on. He looked back at himself, wide-blown green eyes staring back at him. Jeff’s scruff scratched against his shoulder as he placed a gentle kiss on his skin.
“Your eyes are always so alive. I’ve never seen anything like it. Green fire, dancing, alive, and they’ll consume whatever looks into them if you stare too long.”
Jensen blushed and was about to make another comment when Jeff shifted and eased one finger into Jensen’s ass. The words died on his tongue as he watched himself, watched the pleasure come over his face, as Jeff thrust his finger in and out.
“More,” Jensen finally begged, his eyes slipping closed in pleasure.
“Keep ‘em open,” Jeff murmured and bit hard into Jensen’s shoulder.
Jensen’s eyes flew open to meet Jeff’s. And another finger was added, slipping in easily as Jeff stretched him out.
“Please,” Jensen whined as he thrust himself down hard against Jeff’s hand.
“Look at yourself. Look at how wild your eyes are, pupils blown wide, your skin all flushed - hot - hot for my cock. Jesus, you’re beautiful Jensen. How can you not see that?” Jeff whispered and then pulled his fingers out.
Jensen moaned at the loss, fingers digging into his own thighs, as he fought to follow those fingers - not let them leave him. His dick was filling up, getting hard and starting to leak again. It was almost too soon, almost too much.
Jensen watched as Jeff squeezed some lube into his hand and then reached down, his hand disappearing behind Jensen’s back, in-between them to coat the condom. After a few wet, messy strokes he looked back at Jensen.
“Gonna need your help for a minute, Jen,” Jeff muttered and pushed a little on Jensen’s hip. Jensen got his feet under him, lifted himself up and back slightly. Jeff’s grip tightened on his hip once he was in position and then Jeff guided the head of his cock to Jensen’s hole.
“Keep your eyes open. Watch yourself as you sink down and take my cock,” Jeff instructed, his voice raw, strained with emotion and unsatisfied pleasure.
Jensen could only nod and then he let himself push down. He was still wet, lubed and loose from Jeff’s fingers, and the head slid in, breaching the muscles with no resistance. Jensen watched himself, watched the pleasure and wonder slide over his face as his body took in Jeff. The look, all fucked out, walking sex, didn’t fit with his own self-image. He had no idea he was capable of looking so raw - so manly - so normal.
“That’s what I see,” Jeff told him as he settled both hands on Jensen’s hips. “That man is who I see. So fucking hot Jensen. Should be illegal the look you get when you ride my cock,” Jeff continued and pulled down on Jensen’s hips.
He slid down further, taking Jeff’s cock inch by inch until Jeff had filled him up and was fully seated in him. He was almost too full, but Jeff felt wonderful inside him. And he was hard, achingly hard, and leaking as he watched himself.
“Need you Jen,” Jeff murmured and slid his hands down to push up on Jensen’s ass. Jensen nodded, not quite ready to move, but doing it anyway. He pushed himself up, trembling as he felt Jeff slide back out of him, the head of his dick scraping against his prostate. He stopped when the head of Jeff’s cock caught at the ring of muscles at Jensen’s ass, and then he let himself fall back down.
It was hot, hotter than anything Jensen had ever done. Jeff kept muttering in his ear, pointing out Jensen’s facial expressions, loving every one of them, telling Jensen what they meant to Jeff, what Jeff had learned about Jensen from them. He hadn’t touched his dick once, his hands gripping Jeff’s thighs underneath him, pushing himself up and slamming himself down.
And he could feel his balls tightening, his orgasm fluttering just beneath the surface of his skin. And Jeff knew too, knew the minute that Jensen rolled his bottom lip into his mouth and sunk his teeth into the abused flesh.
“Close aren’t you, Jensen? So close you can taste it. God, do you see yourself? See how flushed you are, so fucked out and needy. You look so beautiful, so perfect, so mine,” Jeff rambled as he thrust up hard to meet Jensen’s down stroke.
“Y-yours,” Jensen gasped out as he climax surprised him. He was coming, grinding his ass down against Jeff, and shooting all over his chest. The sight was breathtaking.
And Jeff kept moving, thrusting up into Jensen in smaller moves, his dick rubbing mercilessly against Jensen’s oversensitive prostate. “Fuck, so good Jeff,” Jensen added as his ass contracted and clenched around Jeff’s dick.
“Don’t ever forget it Jensen,” Jeff managed to get out before he came, thrusting up hard into Jensen. And Jensen could feel the explosion in the condom, and almost wished Jeff had chosen not to wear one this time. He watched Jeff’s face as he came, pinched almost painful but then slacking with a fucked out smile as he started to come down.
They both sat there for a few more moments. Their breathing came out in harsh pants, their hearts racing, beating against one another. And Jensen got it, truly got what Jeff saw. No one would see it - no one else looked at the world - at Jensen - like Jeff did.
“Bed?” Jeff finally broke the silence with a tired smile.
“Unless you want to sleep here, yeah,” Jensen agreed.
He pushed himself up, Jeff’s half-hard dick dragging along his twitching inner walls on the way out. They both let out low moans at the loss of their connection. Jeff helped steady Jensen as he moved a step away and toward the bed.
“Go get in. I’ll take care of this and join you,” Jeff quietly instructed him.
And Jensen nodded, sliding into the cool sheets, and was asleep before Jeff returned from the bathroom.
AUTHOR: Demona aka azraelz_angel
FANDOM: RPS
PAIRING: Jeff/Jensen
RATING: NC17
WORD COUNT: 2,127
WARNINGS: Real People Slash - AND PORN! *beams*
SUMMARY: Jeff helps Jensen over his insecurities and helps him see just how beautiful he is.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the people in this fic. I’m fairly certain that Jared and Jensen own themselves. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
A/N: This is set before The Request. Yes, I'm kinda writing this series backwards. *shrugs* The muse does what it wants.
BETA: The lovely and amazing kaylashay81. All remaining mistakes are mine.
Jensen certainly had not expected Jeff to be sitting in the hotel chair, naked and stroking his hand slowly over his hardening cock. He had been expecting Jeff to be passed out, snoring loudly in his bed.
Jensen hesitated for a moment, hand stopping as his fingers combed through his short hair. He was immediately very conscious of his naked, shower-damp body as he stood just a few feet out of the safety of the bathroom.
“You gonna stand there all night?” Jeff’s voice broke him out of his trance.
Jensen jerked his gaze off of Jeff’s dick and up to his eyes. “Thought you’d be passed out,” Jensen quietly confessed as he made his way over to Jeff. He couldn’t help but look when Jeff’s hand sped up around his now full, heavy erection.
“Disappointed?” Jeff questioned, eyes never leaving Jensen, making him self-conscious again.
“Not at all,” Jensen honestly answered. “Want some help with that?”
“Nah, I’ve got it under control. You though, we need to make sure you’re ready,” Jeff told him and pulled Jensen closer.
Jensen fell awkwardly across Jeff’s legs, trapping his own dick against Jeff’s thigh.
“Oomph,” Jensen breathed out as he scrambled to find a way to support himself.
Jeff’s hand, gentle, warm and steady on his lower back was all it took for him to stop struggling. “Relax Jen,” Jeff’s gravel deep voice was familiar and reassuring.
“Not that easy when I’m bent over your knee,” Jensen huffed.
Jeff’s laugh was easy and Jensen could feel the vibrations in his arm where it was pressed against Jeff’s stomach. The hand trailed lightly over Jensen’s back, causing goose bumps to appear all over his body. The hand disappeared for a moment and then there was a cool drizzle of liquid down Jensen’s ass.
Lube, he thought as it made a slow path down between his ass cheeks. Jeff’s hand returned, following the trail of lube, thumb circling - pressing - against Jensen’s puckered hole. Jeff’s thumb pressed in, breaching Jensen only with the tip before retracting and circling. Jeff repeated the process, allowed his thumb to only sink in a little deeper with each thrust, driving Jensen crazy.
Jensen was whimpered - begging for more - by the time Jeff moved to two fingers rather than his thumb. They slid in easily from all the lube and slow prep. Jensen did his best to fuck back onto Jeff’s hand and then rocked forward to grind his hard on against Jeff’s thigh. The position wasn’t the most comfortable, but with Jeff stretching him out and curling his fingers just right to slide over his prostate, Jensen couldn’t really care.
“God, I wish you could see this, Jen - the way your ass just opens up and swallows my fingers,” Jeff’s raw throaty voice traveled along his spine. He slipped a third finger into Jensen and picked up the speed of his thrusts.
“Guh…” was all Jensen could manage for a moment. “Much rather take your dick,” Jensen added with a moan.
“We’ll get there. But first,” Jeff admitted and shoved his hand in hard, fingers pressing and stroking against Jensen’s prostate and just like that Jensen was coming.
“Jesus fuck,” Jensen gasped out as his come splashed hot and wet against Jeff’s thighs. Jeff kept working him through it until the waves of pleasure turned to pain and Jensen shifted away.
Jensen squirmed trying to get away from Jeff’s hand - his fingers still working him open. And finally Jeff relented, gently pulling his hand out of Jensen’s ass. Jensen whined, torn between missing the feeling of Jeff’s fingers inside him and the lack of pressure on his oversensitive prostate. He could still feel his ass spasm and gape, and he shuddered.
“You did mention something about your dick right?” Jensen finally muttered as he tried to move to his feet.
“I did,” Jeff quietly agreed and helped Jensen right himself.
Jeff’s dick was hard, shining wet with pre-come, as it curled against his stomach. Jensen noticed Jeff hadn’t bothered to touch himself the whole time he’d been getting Jensen off.
“So, how about we do this before we both pass out?” Jensen suggested as he started back toward the bed.
Jeff grabbed his wrist before he could make it far. “No, right here,” Jeff stated and remained in the chair. Jensen shrugged and came back to straddle Jeff’s lap. “Other way,” Jeff instructed and pushed his hip to turn him around.
“Controlling bastard,” Jensen finally got out with a laugh. He turned around, presenting Jeff with his back and ass and froze. Jeff had positioned the chair to face the mirror.
“Jeff?” Jensen quietly asked as he sought out Jeff’s eyes in the mirror.
“Thought it would be hot,” Jeff told him and gently cupped Jensen’s dick. The gentle pressure was still this side of painful but Jensen’s dick twitched anyway.
“Why?” Jensen asked as he watched his face flush with embarrassment. The more he stared the further down the blush crept, until it reached his chest.
“So beautiful,” Jeff murmured in his ear as he watched with half-lidded eyes as Jensen blushed. “I wanted to show you how beautiful you are Jen. You don’t see it and I wanted to show you what I see,” Jeff kept his voice low, as soothing as he could.
“A pretty boy - too pretty - with lips meant to suck dick, right?” Jensen bitterly replied and pushed Jeff’s hand away from his dick as he tried to get up.
Jeff’s hands tightened around Jensen’s hips and pulled him back down onto his lap. Jeff groaned as Jensen’s ass came in contact with his hard dick and he couldn’t stop the small upward thrust he made against Jensen. His dick slid against Jensen’s lubed hole, nudging against it as it slid by.
“You are entitled to your own opinion, Jen, but don’t put words in my mouth,” Jeff angrily replied. “Yeah, you may be too pretty for a guy but that’s not what I see. And yeah, your lips are pretty damn sinful and I do like seeing them around my cock, but I like to watch them try to form words when I fuck you. I like to kiss them, sink my teeth into them, and know you like it.”
“So, what do you see Jeff?” Jensen bit back, still not quite understanding.
“Gonna show you Jen. Gonna show you how hot you are - gonna make you see what I see.”
Jensen snorted in disbelief. Jeff shifted him forward, off his dick and onto his thighs. Jensen heard the crinkling of foil behind him; saw over his shoulder the concentration on Jeff’s face as he put the condom on. He looked back at himself, wide-blown green eyes staring back at him. Jeff’s scruff scratched against his shoulder as he placed a gentle kiss on his skin.
“Your eyes are always so alive. I’ve never seen anything like it. Green fire, dancing, alive, and they’ll consume whatever looks into them if you stare too long.”
Jensen blushed and was about to make another comment when Jeff shifted and eased one finger into Jensen’s ass. The words died on his tongue as he watched himself, watched the pleasure come over his face, as Jeff thrust his finger in and out.
“More,” Jensen finally begged, his eyes slipping closed in pleasure.
“Keep ‘em open,” Jeff murmured and bit hard into Jensen’s shoulder.
Jensen’s eyes flew open to meet Jeff’s. And another finger was added, slipping in easily as Jeff stretched him out.
“Please,” Jensen whined as he thrust himself down hard against Jeff’s hand.
“Look at yourself. Look at how wild your eyes are, pupils blown wide, your skin all flushed - hot - hot for my cock. Jesus, you’re beautiful Jensen. How can you not see that?” Jeff whispered and then pulled his fingers out.
Jensen moaned at the loss, fingers digging into his own thighs, as he fought to follow those fingers - not let them leave him. His dick was filling up, getting hard and starting to leak again. It was almost too soon, almost too much.
Jensen watched as Jeff squeezed some lube into his hand and then reached down, his hand disappearing behind Jensen’s back, in-between them to coat the condom. After a few wet, messy strokes he looked back at Jensen.
“Gonna need your help for a minute, Jen,” Jeff muttered and pushed a little on Jensen’s hip. Jensen got his feet under him, lifted himself up and back slightly. Jeff’s grip tightened on his hip once he was in position and then Jeff guided the head of his cock to Jensen’s hole.
“Keep your eyes open. Watch yourself as you sink down and take my cock,” Jeff instructed, his voice raw, strained with emotion and unsatisfied pleasure.
Jensen could only nod and then he let himself push down. He was still wet, lubed and loose from Jeff’s fingers, and the head slid in, breaching the muscles with no resistance. Jensen watched himself, watched the pleasure and wonder slide over his face as his body took in Jeff. The look, all fucked out, walking sex, didn’t fit with his own self-image. He had no idea he was capable of looking so raw - so manly - so normal.
“That’s what I see,” Jeff told him as he settled both hands on Jensen’s hips. “That man is who I see. So fucking hot Jensen. Should be illegal the look you get when you ride my cock,” Jeff continued and pulled down on Jensen’s hips.
He slid down further, taking Jeff’s cock inch by inch until Jeff had filled him up and was fully seated in him. He was almost too full, but Jeff felt wonderful inside him. And he was hard, achingly hard, and leaking as he watched himself.
“Need you Jen,” Jeff murmured and slid his hands down to push up on Jensen’s ass. Jensen nodded, not quite ready to move, but doing it anyway. He pushed himself up, trembling as he felt Jeff slide back out of him, the head of his dick scraping against his prostate. He stopped when the head of Jeff’s cock caught at the ring of muscles at Jensen’s ass, and then he let himself fall back down.
It was hot, hotter than anything Jensen had ever done. Jeff kept muttering in his ear, pointing out Jensen’s facial expressions, loving every one of them, telling Jensen what they meant to Jeff, what Jeff had learned about Jensen from them. He hadn’t touched his dick once, his hands gripping Jeff’s thighs underneath him, pushing himself up and slamming himself down.
And he could feel his balls tightening, his orgasm fluttering just beneath the surface of his skin. And Jeff knew too, knew the minute that Jensen rolled his bottom lip into his mouth and sunk his teeth into the abused flesh.
“Close aren’t you, Jensen? So close you can taste it. God, do you see yourself? See how flushed you are, so fucked out and needy. You look so beautiful, so perfect, so mine,” Jeff rambled as he thrust up hard to meet Jensen’s down stroke.
“Y-yours,” Jensen gasped out as he climax surprised him. He was coming, grinding his ass down against Jeff, and shooting all over his chest. The sight was breathtaking.
And Jeff kept moving, thrusting up into Jensen in smaller moves, his dick rubbing mercilessly against Jensen’s oversensitive prostate. “Fuck, so good Jeff,” Jensen added as his ass contracted and clenched around Jeff’s dick.
“Don’t ever forget it Jensen,” Jeff managed to get out before he came, thrusting up hard into Jensen. And Jensen could feel the explosion in the condom, and almost wished Jeff had chosen not to wear one this time. He watched Jeff’s face as he came, pinched almost painful but then slacking with a fucked out smile as he started to come down.
They both sat there for a few more moments. Their breathing came out in harsh pants, their hearts racing, beating against one another. And Jensen got it, truly got what Jeff saw. No one would see it - no one else looked at the world - at Jensen - like Jeff did.
“Bed?” Jeff finally broke the silence with a tired smile.
“Unless you want to sleep here, yeah,” Jensen agreed.
He pushed himself up, Jeff’s half-hard dick dragging along his twitching inner walls on the way out. They both let out low moans at the loss of their connection. Jeff helped steady Jensen as he moved a step away and toward the bed.
“Go get in. I’ll take care of this and join you,” Jeff quietly instructed him.
And Jensen nodded, sliding into the cool sheets, and was asleep before Jeff returned from the bathroom.