Almost an Office Romance (CW RPF AU, J2, NC-17)
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Title: Almost an Office Romance
Fandom: CW RPF
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jared and Jensen have already shot a scene together, but fucking on camera is a little different from dating.
Notes: This is a sequel to A Profound Lack of Professionalism, which I wrote for Dei for a charity auction and said I would write a sequel to approximately a hundred years ago. So this is one of many possible sequels.
Jared actually fucking walks him home from dinner on Tuesday, letting their elbows brush, and Jensen feels flushed and flustered, trying to remember the last time he had something called a second date. They’d gone out for coffee over the weekend and shut the place down, laughing and talking until the café was empty and a barista had come over and apologetically pointed out it was after eleven. And then they’d hesitated outside for a few minutes more, because the night didn’t have to end there, but neither of them wanted to make the invitation first. For some reason it’s harder to go home with somebody who’s already had his dick up your ass. Who knew?
So now it’s three days later, and they’re standing outside Jensen’s building, doing the same song and dance again, looking at each other and then away, sunset burning in the windows across the street. “Look,” says Jensen finally. “You could come up. If you want.”
“Don’t think I’m going to get a better offer than that,” Jared replies, and his grin is broad and honestly pleased. He leans in for a kiss, but Jensen puts a hand on his chest, holding him back.
“Not out here,” he says, and leads Jared up the front steps. His apartment is a studio with a high ceiling and what they call “exposed brick” in the hopes that no one will look too close at the crumbling old plaster. He’s lived in it for two years, and he could afford something better now, like, something with walls for example, but he’s used to it. And he’s not going to say it to Jared, but he doesn’t bring people home a lot.
Jared crowds up close behind him just inside the door, says, “I like your place,” and then kisses the side of Jensen’s neck like he doesn’t actually give a shit where they are. His big hands curve around Jensen’s hips, and Jensen leans back into him, letting Jared raise a bruise just under his jaw.
He turns slowly, leans up to offer Jared his mouth, and kissing Jared in his apartment is nothing like kissing him on the shoot was. Jared coaxes his lips open, licks into him and makes Jensen follow his lead, keeping their mouths sealed together as he kisses him slowly and deliberately. When he pulls away, he tugs at Jensen’s lower lip with his teeth, makes Jensen’s breath hitch and does it again.
They stand there kissing until Jensen is weak-kneed and dizzy and more than half-hard in his jeans. Jared’s hands are curled halfway into his back pockets, fingertips kneading at his ass, and Jensen can’t seem to get enough of his mouth. “You could stay,” says Jensen, leaving it an open invitation. “We don’t just have to do this in the doorway.
Jared’s fingers spread, squeezing at him, and Jared grins into another kiss. “What do you think we could do if we weren’t in the doorway?”
Jensen’s never wanted to be fucked before, never had the sharp tug of desire in his belly point him that way, but he remembers Jared’s big cock splitting him open, and he thinks he might like that again, with just the two of them, no cameras. He fists his hands in Jared’s shirt, pulling him forward, and it’s just a straight line to the bed, not hard at all to fall into it. They’re professionals at undressing, but it’s still clumsy this time, greedy hands and knocking knees in Jensen’s bed. They fumble their way into more kisses, Jared’s lips scattering over his skin, Jensen giving as good as he gets, and Jared’s smile is contagious. They don’t talk, and the only sounds are their breathing, their mouths moving together, the rustle of the sheets as Jared rolls him onto his back and settles between Jensen’s legs to kiss him more deeply again.
They’re both hard, cocks lined up between their bellies, and Jensen arches up for a little friction, Jared canting his hips down to meet him. “Is this unprofessional?” Jared asks as he takes them both in hand, the slippery tip of his dick catching on the crown of Jensen’s as he strokes them together.
“If it is, we’re already fucked,” Jensen replies. He feels so easy for Jared, like he hasn’t felt with anyone lately. When they were talking the other day, spooling out story after story about their families and school and even the other guys they worked with, Jensen had been sure they could be friends. But this feels like even more, Jared’s eyes pinning him, intent on his face.
“Think maybe some of us could be a little more fucked,” Jared says, and Jensen’s asshole twitches, his legs spreading a little wider around Jared’s hips.
“You think so?” he asks.
“I think I’d do just about anything that got me a chance to come at the end. But I’ve been thinking a lot about your ass.”
“Yeah?” says Jensen.
“Oh yeah,” sighs Jared, and he sounds like he did on the shoot last week, voice dropped down low and dirty, but it’s different when he’s not saying it for an audience. “Wanted to get you opened up on my cock again, make you come on it, fuck you like you deserve.”
Jensen rolls his head against the pillow, lifts his knees to squeeze around Jared’s hips. “I’ve been thinking about that too,” he admits. “Felt you in me for days after.”
“Want to make you feel like that again.” Jared lifts up off him, muscles rippling in his arms as he slides down the bed to take Jensen’s cock into his mouth. He goes deep immediately, smooth suction engulfing Jensen root to tip, and Jensen curses and reaches down to stroke at Jared’s shaggy hair. But then Jared pulls off and dips down lower, runs his tongue over the tight pucker of Jensen’s asshole and starts to coax it open.
“Jesus,” says Jensen, trying to keep still as Jared spreads his cheeks and starts to eat him out properly, tongue working steadily inward, everything slick with Jared’s spit as he licks back and forth over Jensen’s sensitive hole. Jared moans like he loves it, sucks at the rim of Jensen’s hole and then digs his tongue deep into the center. Jensen throws an arm across the bed, fumbling into the nightstand drawer for lube, knowing he’s going to need a lot more inside him than Jared’s flexing tongue. He passes the bottle down, inviting the slick fingers Jared feeds into him next, two at once opening him up.
Jared strokes him inside, circling his fingers, spreading Jensen apart on them, knuckles brushing against his stretched rim. He’s gentle but firm, fucking Jensen deep and then pulling back a little, making him ache for more. There’d been a hint of this last time, the care and concentration on Jared’s face; Jensen had known immediately why he was a good top. But it’s different now that they’re alone, makes him feel both more and less vulnerable.
“You ready for me, Jensen?” Jared whispers, kissing the corner of his mouth. “’Cause I’m pretty ready for you.”
Jensen nods. “Thinking maybe I could ride you. Would you like that?”
In answer, Jared just settles against the headboard, gathering Jensen into his lap. “Like this?”
Jensen wiggles his ass back against the fat length of Jared’s dick, letting it slip into his crack. “Yeah,” he says, “just like this.”
It’s easier like this, the same thing he’s said to every guy worried about taking his dick for the first time. Straddling someone’s lap, you’re in control, and they can only go as deep as you let them. He reaches behind himself, rubbing the wet tip of Jared’s cock over the slick of his hole, teasing them both with the barest inward push. Jared curses and presses his face into Jensen’s shoulder, teeth dragging against his skin. He rubs a hand over Jensen’s lower back, fingers spreading over the upper curve of Jensen’s ass.
Jensen cants his hips a little, rocks down onto Jared’s dick, letting it press into him for real this time. The first slow slide down is so good, a sharp ache of fullness and heat, and Jensen lets himself savor it. He takes his time, rolling his hips down into Jared’s, and he doesn’t have to think about where the camera is, doesn’t have to hold himself open so thousands of strangers can watch Jared’s cock split him apart. The only thing that matters is milking as much pleasure as he can out of this experience, Jared groaning out underneath him, stroking at Jensen’s back, his hips, his spread thighs, and finally his cock.
Jared’s hand on him makes him arch his back and work himself down faster, until the whole impressive length of Jared’s cock is fucked into him, taking up space he didn’t even know was there. It’s uncomfortable and strange for a moment while he circles his hips, finds the angle he likes best and starts to fuck himself on it, thrusting his own cock into the tight circle of Jared’s hand. “That’s it,” Jared says, urging him on. “Yeah, just like that.”
When Jensen nudges his face in for a kiss, Jared uses his free hand to grab at Jensen’s hair, pressing their mouths together in a clash of teeth before smoothing it out, easing Jensen’s mouth open with his tongue.
They fall into a rhythm together, and Jensen knows every trick in the book to make himself last, holds back every time he gets close and rides Jared’s dick until he feels tender and desperate, his thighs aching from exertion. “Want you to come for me,” Jared says, squeezing out some more lube into his palm to work over Jensen’s cock. “Think you can come for me? Let me feel you getting off on my dick?”
There isn’t even a question, really. Jensen’s so close, and his balls are knotted up with the need to come, his dick pumping precome like a fountain. He fucks himself onto Jared’s cock one more time and lets the pressure of it send him flying over the edge, his come splattering up Jared’s chest in thick white streaks. Jared gasps and grabs for Jensen’s hips, holding him down as he shakes apart, orgasm destroying him outside and in, aftershocks already running up his spine from the pressure on his prostate.
“Where should I do it?” Jared asks, and it’s a question Jensen’s asked Chuck and other directors enough times that it’s familiar, but this isn’t just for show.
“In me,” Jensen says immediately. “Stay in me.” And Jared groans and comes, filling Jensen up with it, the overflow dribbling down between his thighs. It’s gross and hot and brand new, the slickness inside beyond lube or spit, something Jensen has never bothered to imagine, even when he was creaming someone else’s ass on film and pulling his dick out to show the camera his load. He wiggles down onto Jared’s sensitive cock, keeping it in him just a moment longer before he clambers out of Jared’s lap to sponge himself off in the bathroom.
When he comes out, Jared’s sprawled lazily on top of the sweaty sheets, holding his arms out for Jensen to crawl into. There’s no question he’s staying the night, and Jensen sort of figured he’d be a cuddler, so he doesn’t even complain as he settles his face into the crook of Jared’s shoulder. “I’ve been watching a lot of your videos the last few days,” Jared says, and Jensen looks up at him. “Great stuff. So I’m thinking in the morning I really need to get some of what those boys are getting.”
Jensen reaches down to give Jared’s ass a friendly swat, can’t help grinning against Jared’s collarbone. He’s going to be here in the morning, wanting Jensen’s dick, and the certainty of that is heady, more exciting than it maybe should be. This is only their second date after all. But it’s definitely not the last.
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Title: Almost an Office Romance
Fandom: CW RPF
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jared and Jensen have already shot a scene together, but fucking on camera is a little different from dating.
Notes: This is a sequel to A Profound Lack of Professionalism, which I wrote for Dei for a charity auction and said I would write a sequel to approximately a hundred years ago. So this is one of many possible sequels.
Jared actually fucking walks him home from dinner on Tuesday, letting their elbows brush, and Jensen feels flushed and flustered, trying to remember the last time he had something called a second date. They’d gone out for coffee over the weekend and shut the place down, laughing and talking until the café was empty and a barista had come over and apologetically pointed out it was after eleven. And then they’d hesitated outside for a few minutes more, because the night didn’t have to end there, but neither of them wanted to make the invitation first. For some reason it’s harder to go home with somebody who’s already had his dick up your ass. Who knew?
So now it’s three days later, and they’re standing outside Jensen’s building, doing the same song and dance again, looking at each other and then away, sunset burning in the windows across the street. “Look,” says Jensen finally. “You could come up. If you want.”
“Don’t think I’m going to get a better offer than that,” Jared replies, and his grin is broad and honestly pleased. He leans in for a kiss, but Jensen puts a hand on his chest, holding him back.
“Not out here,” he says, and leads Jared up the front steps. His apartment is a studio with a high ceiling and what they call “exposed brick” in the hopes that no one will look too close at the crumbling old plaster. He’s lived in it for two years, and he could afford something better now, like, something with walls for example, but he’s used to it. And he’s not going to say it to Jared, but he doesn’t bring people home a lot.
Jared crowds up close behind him just inside the door, says, “I like your place,” and then kisses the side of Jensen’s neck like he doesn’t actually give a shit where they are. His big hands curve around Jensen’s hips, and Jensen leans back into him, letting Jared raise a bruise just under his jaw.
He turns slowly, leans up to offer Jared his mouth, and kissing Jared in his apartment is nothing like kissing him on the shoot was. Jared coaxes his lips open, licks into him and makes Jensen follow his lead, keeping their mouths sealed together as he kisses him slowly and deliberately. When he pulls away, he tugs at Jensen’s lower lip with his teeth, makes Jensen’s breath hitch and does it again.
They stand there kissing until Jensen is weak-kneed and dizzy and more than half-hard in his jeans. Jared’s hands are curled halfway into his back pockets, fingertips kneading at his ass, and Jensen can’t seem to get enough of his mouth. “You could stay,” says Jensen, leaving it an open invitation. “We don’t just have to do this in the doorway.
Jared’s fingers spread, squeezing at him, and Jared grins into another kiss. “What do you think we could do if we weren’t in the doorway?”
Jensen’s never wanted to be fucked before, never had the sharp tug of desire in his belly point him that way, but he remembers Jared’s big cock splitting him open, and he thinks he might like that again, with just the two of them, no cameras. He fists his hands in Jared’s shirt, pulling him forward, and it’s just a straight line to the bed, not hard at all to fall into it. They’re professionals at undressing, but it’s still clumsy this time, greedy hands and knocking knees in Jensen’s bed. They fumble their way into more kisses, Jared’s lips scattering over his skin, Jensen giving as good as he gets, and Jared’s smile is contagious. They don’t talk, and the only sounds are their breathing, their mouths moving together, the rustle of the sheets as Jared rolls him onto his back and settles between Jensen’s legs to kiss him more deeply again.
They’re both hard, cocks lined up between their bellies, and Jensen arches up for a little friction, Jared canting his hips down to meet him. “Is this unprofessional?” Jared asks as he takes them both in hand, the slippery tip of his dick catching on the crown of Jensen’s as he strokes them together.
“If it is, we’re already fucked,” Jensen replies. He feels so easy for Jared, like he hasn’t felt with anyone lately. When they were talking the other day, spooling out story after story about their families and school and even the other guys they worked with, Jensen had been sure they could be friends. But this feels like even more, Jared’s eyes pinning him, intent on his face.
“Think maybe some of us could be a little more fucked,” Jared says, and Jensen’s asshole twitches, his legs spreading a little wider around Jared’s hips.
“You think so?” he asks.
“I think I’d do just about anything that got me a chance to come at the end. But I’ve been thinking a lot about your ass.”
“Yeah?” says Jensen.
“Oh yeah,” sighs Jared, and he sounds like he did on the shoot last week, voice dropped down low and dirty, but it’s different when he’s not saying it for an audience. “Wanted to get you opened up on my cock again, make you come on it, fuck you like you deserve.”
Jensen rolls his head against the pillow, lifts his knees to squeeze around Jared’s hips. “I’ve been thinking about that too,” he admits. “Felt you in me for days after.”
“Want to make you feel like that again.” Jared lifts up off him, muscles rippling in his arms as he slides down the bed to take Jensen’s cock into his mouth. He goes deep immediately, smooth suction engulfing Jensen root to tip, and Jensen curses and reaches down to stroke at Jared’s shaggy hair. But then Jared pulls off and dips down lower, runs his tongue over the tight pucker of Jensen’s asshole and starts to coax it open.
“Jesus,” says Jensen, trying to keep still as Jared spreads his cheeks and starts to eat him out properly, tongue working steadily inward, everything slick with Jared’s spit as he licks back and forth over Jensen’s sensitive hole. Jared moans like he loves it, sucks at the rim of Jensen’s hole and then digs his tongue deep into the center. Jensen throws an arm across the bed, fumbling into the nightstand drawer for lube, knowing he’s going to need a lot more inside him than Jared’s flexing tongue. He passes the bottle down, inviting the slick fingers Jared feeds into him next, two at once opening him up.
Jared strokes him inside, circling his fingers, spreading Jensen apart on them, knuckles brushing against his stretched rim. He’s gentle but firm, fucking Jensen deep and then pulling back a little, making him ache for more. There’d been a hint of this last time, the care and concentration on Jared’s face; Jensen had known immediately why he was a good top. But it’s different now that they’re alone, makes him feel both more and less vulnerable.
“You ready for me, Jensen?” Jared whispers, kissing the corner of his mouth. “’Cause I’m pretty ready for you.”
Jensen nods. “Thinking maybe I could ride you. Would you like that?”
In answer, Jared just settles against the headboard, gathering Jensen into his lap. “Like this?”
Jensen wiggles his ass back against the fat length of Jared’s dick, letting it slip into his crack. “Yeah,” he says, “just like this.”
It’s easier like this, the same thing he’s said to every guy worried about taking his dick for the first time. Straddling someone’s lap, you’re in control, and they can only go as deep as you let them. He reaches behind himself, rubbing the wet tip of Jared’s cock over the slick of his hole, teasing them both with the barest inward push. Jared curses and presses his face into Jensen’s shoulder, teeth dragging against his skin. He rubs a hand over Jensen’s lower back, fingers spreading over the upper curve of Jensen’s ass.
Jensen cants his hips a little, rocks down onto Jared’s dick, letting it press into him for real this time. The first slow slide down is so good, a sharp ache of fullness and heat, and Jensen lets himself savor it. He takes his time, rolling his hips down into Jared’s, and he doesn’t have to think about where the camera is, doesn’t have to hold himself open so thousands of strangers can watch Jared’s cock split him apart. The only thing that matters is milking as much pleasure as he can out of this experience, Jared groaning out underneath him, stroking at Jensen’s back, his hips, his spread thighs, and finally his cock.
Jared’s hand on him makes him arch his back and work himself down faster, until the whole impressive length of Jared’s cock is fucked into him, taking up space he didn’t even know was there. It’s uncomfortable and strange for a moment while he circles his hips, finds the angle he likes best and starts to fuck himself on it, thrusting his own cock into the tight circle of Jared’s hand. “That’s it,” Jared says, urging him on. “Yeah, just like that.”
When Jensen nudges his face in for a kiss, Jared uses his free hand to grab at Jensen’s hair, pressing their mouths together in a clash of teeth before smoothing it out, easing Jensen’s mouth open with his tongue.
They fall into a rhythm together, and Jensen knows every trick in the book to make himself last, holds back every time he gets close and rides Jared’s dick until he feels tender and desperate, his thighs aching from exertion. “Want you to come for me,” Jared says, squeezing out some more lube into his palm to work over Jensen’s cock. “Think you can come for me? Let me feel you getting off on my dick?”
There isn’t even a question, really. Jensen’s so close, and his balls are knotted up with the need to come, his dick pumping precome like a fountain. He fucks himself onto Jared’s cock one more time and lets the pressure of it send him flying over the edge, his come splattering up Jared’s chest in thick white streaks. Jared gasps and grabs for Jensen’s hips, holding him down as he shakes apart, orgasm destroying him outside and in, aftershocks already running up his spine from the pressure on his prostate.
“Where should I do it?” Jared asks, and it’s a question Jensen’s asked Chuck and other directors enough times that it’s familiar, but this isn’t just for show.
“In me,” Jensen says immediately. “Stay in me.” And Jared groans and comes, filling Jensen up with it, the overflow dribbling down between his thighs. It’s gross and hot and brand new, the slickness inside beyond lube or spit, something Jensen has never bothered to imagine, even when he was creaming someone else’s ass on film and pulling his dick out to show the camera his load. He wiggles down onto Jared’s sensitive cock, keeping it in him just a moment longer before he clambers out of Jared’s lap to sponge himself off in the bathroom.
When he comes out, Jared’s sprawled lazily on top of the sweaty sheets, holding his arms out for Jensen to crawl into. There’s no question he’s staying the night, and Jensen sort of figured he’d be a cuddler, so he doesn’t even complain as he settles his face into the crook of Jared’s shoulder. “I’ve been watching a lot of your videos the last few days,” Jared says, and Jensen looks up at him. “Great stuff. So I’m thinking in the morning I really need to get some of what those boys are getting.”
Jensen reaches down to give Jared’s ass a friendly swat, can’t help grinning against Jared’s collarbone. He’s going to be here in the morning, wanting Jensen’s dick, and the certainty of that is heady, more exciting than it maybe should be. This is only their second date after all. But it’s definitely not the last.
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