it's just a question (r, zachary quinto/jensen ackles)
title: it's just a question
pairing: zachary quinto/jensen ackles (past zq/kb, but totally peripheral, and, well the ja/kb is just implied, right?)
rating: r
notes: what does one do when confined to bed? why, write pseudo rpf porn (um, pseudo porn, not pseudo rpf) between two very gorgeous men, of course! this takes place sometime after joans23 quinto/ackles porn of awesome.
summary: Jensen just wants to know. That's all.
“You ever actually fuck her?”
And really, that’s probably a question that should have been asked before they shoved each other around in a bar bathroom and not after Jensen’s spent the better part of the week in his bed, promising Zach blowjobs if he’ll get up and cook him something. (Zach’s response to this is, “Sweetheart, even you don’t suck dick that well. Sorry.” And then he phones for take-out.)
“I’ve seen the way you looked at her, dude. Ever do more than look?”
Zach feels his heart start to beat harder and faster and he decides the best thing to do is just lie. He puts on his most incredulous face and lets his knee lightly nudge against Jensen’s and says, “What? No. C’mon, really?”
Jensen smiles and puts a heavy hand on Zach’s neck, pressing their foreheads together.
“You shitting me?” he asks.
Zach huffs hotly against Jensen’s open mouth and Jensen grips his thigh, fingers rough and reaching and dangerously close to Zach’s cock, which twitches a little pathetically. Jensen moves his thumb up to trace the hard line of Zach’s hip. And what a giant fucking tease. Zach squeezes his eyes shut tight and a frustrated and almost ragged sigh edges out from between his lips.
“Maybe, yeah. Yes,” he amends. “A couple of times. Not like that, though.”
“Not like what?”
“Not like-” Zach stops, unsure.
After a moment, he slides his tongue over his lips and it only very narrowly misses Jensen’s own mouth, still almost pressed against his. Zach sighs again, just doesn’t know how to explain what he and Kristen had (or have, because maybe shit like that doesn’t go away) without it sounding like a fucking woman’s network movie of the week. And it’s entirely possible that he’s never felt more gay than right now, trying to quantify the degree to which he fucked this girl who he’s loved like crazy for fucking years to some guy who had his cock up his ass about twenty minutes ago.
“It wasn’t just fucking, man. It was, I don’t know, something that can’t be summed up by some sophomoric and rudimentary vulgar expletive. Satisfied?”
“Hardly,” Jensen says, laughing.
“Hey, Ackles? You mind not being a prick?”
Jensen sort of shrugs and says, “I was just curious, man. Nothing to it.”
And then he pulls Zach in for a long kiss, a hot and heavy meeting of tongues and lips with a hard click of teeth until it’s just their mouths lazily moving together. And Zach remembers wanting to fall in love just fucking exactly like this.
pairing: zachary quinto/jensen ackles (past zq/kb, but totally peripheral, and, well the ja/kb is just implied, right?)
rating: r
notes: what does one do when confined to bed? why, write pseudo rpf porn (um, pseudo porn, not pseudo rpf) between two very gorgeous men, of course! this takes place sometime after joans23 quinto/ackles porn of awesome.
summary: Jensen just wants to know. That's all.
“You ever actually fuck her?”
And really, that’s probably a question that should have been asked before they shoved each other around in a bar bathroom and not after Jensen’s spent the better part of the week in his bed, promising Zach blowjobs if he’ll get up and cook him something. (Zach’s response to this is, “Sweetheart, even you don’t suck dick that well. Sorry.” And then he phones for take-out.)
“I’ve seen the way you looked at her, dude. Ever do more than look?”
Zach feels his heart start to beat harder and faster and he decides the best thing to do is just lie. He puts on his most incredulous face and lets his knee lightly nudge against Jensen’s and says, “What? No. C’mon, really?”
Jensen smiles and puts a heavy hand on Zach’s neck, pressing their foreheads together.
“You shitting me?” he asks.
Zach huffs hotly against Jensen’s open mouth and Jensen grips his thigh, fingers rough and reaching and dangerously close to Zach’s cock, which twitches a little pathetically. Jensen moves his thumb up to trace the hard line of Zach’s hip. And what a giant fucking tease. Zach squeezes his eyes shut tight and a frustrated and almost ragged sigh edges out from between his lips.
“Maybe, yeah. Yes,” he amends. “A couple of times. Not like that, though.”
“Not like what?”
“Not like-” Zach stops, unsure.
After a moment, he slides his tongue over his lips and it only very narrowly misses Jensen’s own mouth, still almost pressed against his. Zach sighs again, just doesn’t know how to explain what he and Kristen had (or have, because maybe shit like that doesn’t go away) without it sounding like a fucking woman’s network movie of the week. And it’s entirely possible that he’s never felt more gay than right now, trying to quantify the degree to which he fucked this girl who he’s loved like crazy for fucking years to some guy who had his cock up his ass about twenty minutes ago.
“It wasn’t just fucking, man. It was, I don’t know, something that can’t be summed up by some sophomoric and rudimentary vulgar expletive. Satisfied?”
“Hardly,” Jensen says, laughing.
“Hey, Ackles? You mind not being a prick?”
Jensen sort of shrugs and says, “I was just curious, man. Nothing to it.”
And then he pulls Zach in for a long kiss, a hot and heavy meeting of tongues and lips with a hard click of teeth until it’s just their mouths lazily moving together. And Zach remembers wanting to fall in love just fucking exactly like this.