Men In Tights - SPN-RPF Superhero Comment Meme

[bewaretheides15]

It's Sammy's birthday! So, you know... Whatever - LET'S MAKE SUPERHEROES!

RULES:Any form of hero, villian, or side kick is welcome - original or based on an established character - but there must be at least one in every prompt. Non-"super" characters (i.e. Batman, The Punisher, Hawkeye) are very welcome

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[zubeneschamali]

Perks of the Job (1/3) J2 NC-17

Jensen makes a mental note to check the tension on the webspinner at his wrist: that third asshole almost got away before the filaments wrapped around his ankle and hauled him down. And damn Danneel for calling it a webspinner, anyway, he grumbles to himself as he fires out a few more strands to wrap up the three squirming thugs into one neat pile for the sirens he can hear in the distance. It's not like he was bitten by a radioactive spider, for God's sake.

It's not like he's some brooding prince of darkness who spends his money on vigilantism, either. Okay, so the last part's true, but his bright green, skin-tight costume is about as far from Batman as you can get without being fluorescent. Jensen didn't want any confusion on the matter.

On the other hand, he's starting to wish he'd fought Danneel a little harder on the "skin-tight" part when he turns around to see the kid he's saved from the street thugs. Eh, he's not a kid, really, probably at least legal given his height and the breadth of his shoulders. The lascivious look he's giving Jensen from head to toe is anything but childlike, and Jensen fights the urge to cross his hands in front of his crotch at the scrutiny.

"So, uh, you should be okay now, right?" he asks, doing the shoulders-back-and-chest-out superhero pose to get his cape fluttering like he usually does right before racing off. He'd rather fly off, but n the jet boots aren't working yet, and that time when only one of them fired off and he did a sharp left into a tree persuaded him to wait until Jim had them in full working order. So for now, his cape mostly gets in the way, but some day it will flutter out behind him in true superhero style.

"Thanks to you." The guy sidles forward, the yellow streetlight overhead in the alley doing some unflattering things to a nice set of cheekbones and a strong jaw. His fox-slanted eyes are hooded in the light, but his mouth still looks good, lips pink and shiny and wide enough to-

Jensen shakes his head abruptly. "Just doing my duty," he says briskly. "The police should be here soon."

"I have a place," the guy responds, coming closer until it's clear that he's got a couple of inches on Jensen. His shaggy brown hair is tangled around his face, but he shakes it back as he grins at Jensen. "Figure I owe you payment for services rendered."

Sighing, Jensen asks, "What's your name, kid?"

He cocks his head to the side. "I’m not a kid," he almost purrs, slipping off his flannel shirt.

The tight white tank he's wearing underneath displays muscles that are definitely those of a full-grown man, and Jensen can't hold back an indrawn breath. The guy hears it and smirks.

Jensen clears his throat and gestures at the muscular form in front of him. "You, uh, wouldn't have had any trouble fighting them off if not for the knife, would you?"

"I'm not really the fightin' type." He steps closer, and Jensen moves back. "Which is why I'm so very grateful to you, Green Man."

"Call me Jensen," he says, rolling his eyes. His "secret identity" lasted about a week after he donned the costume, the green eye mask apparently not fooling anyone. People still call him the superhero name when he's in costume, and he guesses he appreciates the distance it provides. Even if it is singularly uncreative.

"Jensen," he returns in that same purr. He reaches out to run a hand down Jensen's arm, curving over the spandex-covered muscles. "I'm Jared."

"Jared." Jensen grabs a hold of his hand and removes it from his arm. "Thanks for the offer, but there's no payment necessary."

"No trouble at all," Jared murmurs, and now his other hand is feeling up Jensen's chest and Jensen is wishing he'd gone for the Kevlar plate instead of the carbon fiber interwoven with spandex, given how he can feel the heat of Jared's hand through the fabric, and whoa, Jared can apparently find his nipples through the fabric as well.

He pulls away, suppressing a shiver. "The police will be here soon, Jared," he says again.

Jared bites his lip, the seductive look falling from his face to be replaced by vulnerability. "What if there's more of them at my place?"

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(2/3)

"Do you think there would be?" Jensen asks, brow furrowed.

Jared shrugs, the movement drawing Jensen's eyes to the tightness of his shirt. "They think I owe them money. There might well be more." His gaze shifts to the side. "And I don't trust the cops, not around here."

Jensen sighs. The kid has a point. It's one of the reasons he doesn't get along with the police in Capital City: if they aren't on the take, they disapprove of his "vigilante" ways, some of them quite strongly. He's sure they're still trying to figure out how he escaped from lock-up two weeks ago. "Yeah, all right. I can walk you home."

"Great." Jared grins. The streetlight accentuates the dimple in his cheek, and Jensen wonders if this guy is for real.

Jared's place is a couple of blocks down crumbling sidewalks and past boarded-up windows, over a bar that looks seedy enough to sprout. Jensen tries not to be obvious about holding his cape against him so it doesn't brush the filthy walls of the stairwell as they ascend. There was no sign of anyone in the adjacent alley or on the street, and Jared unlocks three locks with three separate keys he dug out of God knows where considering how tight his threadbare jeans are, the jeans that Jensen has not been staring at as Jared climbed the stairs in front of him.

"Let me," Jensen says, putting a hand over his when he turns the knob.

Jared silently steps back and gestures, the corners of his lips twitching.

It's a studio with a galley kitchen and fold-out futon couch, almost small enough for a guy with an armspan like Jared's to touch four walls from a single point. It takes about three seconds to see that there's no way anyone could be waiting for Jared here, and Jensen draws breath to say so when he hears the door shut behind him.

Nerves on edge, he whirls around, but all he sees is Jared. Who's dropping to his knees, hands already reaching for Jensen's waistband.

"Whoa!" Jensen steps back, hands up.

"It's all right." Jared looks up from under his lashes. "I wanna."

It's a good thing this kid isn't on the side of some evil supergenius, because all it takes is that look and tone of voice for Jensen's knees to go weak. "Jared, look-"

"It's okay, Jensen," Jared says as his hands trail up the outsides of Jensen's thighs. "Unless you don't want me to."

He can feel his dick straining against the supporter that's part of his superbriefs, as Danneel insists on calling them, and damnit, he does want it. "I don't get paid for rescues," is his last ditch effort.

Jared's tongue snakes out to wet his lips. "Believe me, I'll get as much out of this as you do." His hands creep up towards Jensen's belt, and in a few seconds he has the hidden latch open and is sliding the bright green belt/briefs down Jensen's legs.

Jensen knows he should stop this, should do the honorable thing and leave. Instead, he finds himself stepping out of the briefs, already feeling bare in his skin-tight pants and shirt.

"Hmm." Jared runs teasing fingers around his waist. "Always wondered how this outfit worked." He hooks his fingers into Jensen's waist and pulls down in a slow, deliberate movement.

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(3/3)

Jensen's already breathing fast, watching as his dick springs free, jutting out in a straight line towards Jared's mouth like it knows where it wants to go. Jared gives a low, dirty chuckle and rubs his cheek along it, leaving a narrow, glistening smear on his cheek. The rough brush of his stubble is the best kind of burn, and Jensen groans aloud.

He thought this would be a quick thing, but Jared takes his time, licking along Jensen's length for what seems like hours, hands caressing the insides of his thighs until Jensen's legs are almost shaking. When those pink lips close around his head and gently suck, Jensen's hands knot themselves in Jared's hair before he can stop himself. He tries to let go, but Jared guides one hand to the back of his head, looking up with storm-dark eyes, and swallows Jensen down.

"Jesus!" Jensen bursts out, enveloped in the wet heat of Jared's mouth. He's still going too slowly, drawing it out and back like he's trying to taste every inch of Jensen's cock as he goes. His tongue seems inhumanly long, given how it feels like it's everywhere at once, but whatever he's doing, it's leading to the best blowjob of Jensen's life.

One hand is braced on Jensen's hip, and it takes a moment of seeing his other shoulder working for Jensen to realize Jared's touching himself. He's getting off on getting Jensen off, just rubbing through his jeans, and Jensen's last vestiges of self-control vanish.

He holds Jared in place, feeling his throat close around him and his nose brushing Jensen's groin, and Jared lets loose his own groan. The reverberations feel like they're thrumming through Jensen's entire body, and he gasps out, "Jared…"

In response, Jared's hand starts moving faster on his own dick as he swallows around Jensen, and that's it. Jensen shouts as he comes, hands tangled in Jared's hair and hips pumping forward with three long thrusts. He feels Jared go tense and then moan around Jensen's still-pulsing cock, and goddamn, like that didn't feel good enough already.

The room is silent except for their gradually-slowing breaths and the faint thump of music from the bar below. Jensen cards his hand through Jared's hair in a gesture that's more tender than he expected before stepping back. "You, uh, you weren't kidding about liking it, were you?"

"Nope." Jared's tongue pokes out to catch a stray smear at the corner of his lips, and Jensen draws in a sharp breath. "Seems like you didn't mind so much yourself."

"No, not exactly." Jensen heaves a sigh. "I just don't want you to think that I expected it, or that you had to…"

He trails off as Jared rises to his feet and puts a finger over Jensen's lips. "I know that, Jensen," he says quietly. "You're one of the good guys."

Jensen mentally curses the blush he can feel staining his cheeks. "Thanks." He clears his throat. "So, uh, it looks like everything is okay here, but in case any of them come back for you-"

"I can take care of myself," Jared retorts.

Jensen looks up from under his eyebrows, and Jared falls silent. "Like I was saying, in case any of them come back, you let me know, all right?" He bends down and pulls a card from his belt before strapping the v-shaped device back on. "You got a pen?"

Jared grabs one off the battered desk by the door, and Jensen scribbles down his cell number. "The one on the front is my main line, but this'll go right to me, okay? Any time you need help."

"Any kind of help?" Jared asks, eyeing Jensen up and down with a faint smirk.

"If you're in danger," he says sternly, handing the card over. "But I mean it, all right? Any time."

"Thanks," Jared says more softly, taking the grass-green card and carefully tucking it into his front pocket. "For everything."

Jensen wants to say more, wants to know more about Jared and who he is and how he ended up in this life and what Jensen can do to rescue him beyond this one night, but his first rule of being a superhero is not to get caught up in the lives of the people he saves. So he gives a short nod and says, "You're welcome."

And if on the way out the door, he runs his hand over Jared's bare shoulder and down his arm, that's just to reassure the kid that he'll be all right. Nothing more.

[queerly_it_is]

Oh. My. God! It's sexy, and funny, and all things wonderful!

Thanks so much for the awesome fill!

Jim providing gadgets was a brilliant touch, as was Jensen and his so-not-secret identity haha!

I am now in deseperate need of sequel where Jensen convinces Jared to give up his whoring ways and become his boyfriend/sidekick. No pressure ;)

[zubeneschamali]

Thank you so much! I have to admit that the same sequel has also occurred to me. ;)

[queerly_it_is]

Haha, I think we're all jumping into the sequel boat on this meme, least we'll all sink together =P

[expectative]

This is brilliant! Hot and lovely and funny at the same time :D

[zubeneschamali]

Thank you! :D

[fromcainwthlove]

for a bit i wondered if jared really did let the guys jump him just so jensen could save him! also, superbriefs!! hee.

[zubeneschamali]

Now that would be sneaky! Glad you liked it. :)

[bewaretheides15]

I loved this whole thing, seriously, guh! But my very favorite turn of phrase was his "over a bar that looks seedy enough to sprout". Just perfection!

Also, I have to agree, hooker!Jared needs to be a sidekick. Or, er, partner - he probably wouldn't want to be anybody's sidekick, especially somebody he's bigger than! XD

[zubeneschamali]

I might have been trying to channel your vivid writing style at that point. *shifty eyes*

LOL! I think he'd make a fine sidekick, personally...

[bewaretheides15]

Well now I feel both flattered and narsicistic ;)

I think Jared would make an excellent sidekick *nods* *is enabler*

[big_heart_june]

SO MUCH LOVE!

[zubeneschamali]

♥

[harrigan]

I couldn't help imagining this expanded into a big bang with ART! Holy crap! You painted a very vivid scene! ;D

Can't wait till they announce the posting schedule and I can see when your real spn_j2_bigbang goes live!