Nothing But a Little Smirk [JDM/Kane]
Title: Nothing But a Little Smirk
Author:casiedearestfic
Pairing: Christian Kane/Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Come!play (not overly intense, but... it's there nonetheless)
Words: 1900
Summary: Prompt: "They meet at Jensen's party and hit it off but good. Chris decides he likes older men, and drunken bj ensues (your choice who gives and who receives). Bonus points if they get caught, or are being watched, by other party-goers!"
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the boys. All characters belong to respective copyrights.
Notes: Sorry for bonus points fail, I just couldn't swing it. Also this? My first posted JDM fic and it's smuttastic like whoa. Probably the filthiest thing I've ever posted, not gonna lie. Welcome to my journal, Papa! XD Title by Theory of a Deadman. Written for and dedicated to dastiel_gal.
Chris waited, waited, waited, as Jeff kept talking. Talking to Jensen, talking to Misha, talking to that girl with the stupid frilly thing in her drink. Even Steve got a goddamn turn with him, and really, how was that fair?
Normally, Chris wouldn't give a fuck. He honest-to-god would not. He wasn't the type of man to need constant attention, or much of that at all, really. He didn't care about spotlights, or limelights, or the lights in Jensen's kitchen, under which that chick with the red hair kept dancing. He didn't care about people, unless those people where his people; his family, his friends, his band. But Jeffrey... Jeffrey Dean Morgan, he was... well.
They'd met not more than three hours ago, a simple, routine handshake, accompanied by a 'Hey, nice to meet you', which was followed up with a 'Jensen's said so much about you'. But it'd only taken seven minutes... seven goddamn minutes, for 'See you later' to turn into 'Follow me upstairs'.
Three goddamn hours ago.
Chris leaned heavily against the wall, watching darkly as Jeff continually let his time be devoured by other people. Other men. Other women. Anyone who wasn't Chris. And usually, by now, Chris would have dropped the bait. He knew he was a good lay, and if he really got desperate to fuck something, there were at least four people in this room who'd gladly undo buttons for him.
But it wasn't that, it wasn't anything like that. He wasn't sixteen anymore, out of his mind with the need to get his cock teased until he'd finally get to blow his load in anything tight, wet and warm.
Except maybe... maybe tonight he was. Because Jeff? Fuck.
Chris cleared his throat, lacking all subtlety, reminding Jeff of their previous flirtations. The innocent words had crossed lines oh-so-quickly, flipping from 'let me get you a drink, sir' to 'let me lick your cock, baby' in less than half an hour.
Jeff's hands had slid down Chris' thighs, up his back, anywhere they wanted to go, and be damned if Chris did anything to stop it. Because he hadn't know until this very night, but Jeffrey Dean Morgan was exactly the man that Chris had been jerking off to for years. He was the actual living, breathing equivalent of the faceless, nameless body that Chris would think of as he'd play with his cock head, get it hard while he'd lay in bed, before slicking warmed lube down the shaft. He'd think of a face shadowed in scruff, a hard body that had seen enough experience to know how to handle his cock just right. He'd stroke his hand down his dick, getting harder every minute, as he'd imagine tangling his fingers in deep, dark hair, salted with strands of erratic, vibrant grey, as that stubbled chin would tease against his balls. He'd come hard, laying in bed, legs spread as he'd jack his cock roughly. It'd be messy and hot, a thick, sticky mess as he'd inevitably blow his load all over his stomach.
And now, looking at Jeff? Seeing the man he hadn't even known he'd been dreaming about fucking since he was old enough to know how? Now he had an achingly hard cock, and a much better idea of where his come should be getting aimed at.
"The fuck took you so long, man?" Chris growled angrily, trying to bite back the frustration that'd settled in sometime between Jeff's hand on his dick, and Jeff's hand all the way across the room again.
"Well, I can hardly come to a party, and ignore the host entirely," Jeff answered easily, casually, carelessly, like he wasn't being dragged upstairs by a friend-of-a-friend musician with a dick hard enough to cut glass.
"Fuck you, man, you fuckin' tease, you have any idea--" Chris cut himself off as he they reached the top of the stairs, deciding that this was far more talking than he really cared to be doing right now. "You still in?" He asked belatedly, knowing that this had been the plan three hours ago, and God help Jeff if he'd changed his--
"Feel like I'm still in?" Jeff asked darkly, unexpectedly, as he shoved Chris roughly against a bedroom door. Their bodies pressed flush against each other for the first time, and Chris didn't have the pleasure of getting to know the feel of Jeff's body against his. Because his focus was laser-pointed directly to the fact that Jeff's cock was hard and hot against Chris' hip, pressing stiffly against two layers of fucking denim, and that was two too many, if you asked Chris.
"Fuck," Chris growled against Jeff's neck as he reached back, letting his hand fumble over the doorknob, before shoving it open. They both stumbled suddenly, as the door swung out from behind them, hitting the wall behind it with a loud and violent bang.
Chris slammed it shut just as loudly, not noticing that the force had cracked the latch, causing it to creak back open, if only just an inch. He wouldn't have given a fuck even if he had noticed, honestly, because right now? Jeff's hands weren't wasting any time.
Chris pulled at Jeff's shirt, rucking it up, untucking it from his black jeans, as Jeff's fingers worked over Chris' belt. Why the fuck had he worn a belt, anyway, goddamn time waster.
Their mouths met almost brutally, the taste of Chris' whiskey mixing with Jeffrey's smoke, a sinful cocktail that had Chris aching to add another flavor to the mix.
He pushed at Jeff, shoving him down on the bed, not caring at all who's bed it even was. This wasn't a moment to be tainted by concern over details.
He forced his hands down the older man's body, as he dropped to his knees between his legs. Chris was never big on sucking cock; would do it to get the guy off, but never would he crave it the way he did now.
"I like your determination," Jeff lilted teasingly, voice rough and low, going straight to Chris' cock. He fumbled over Jeff's pants, popping the button, pulling the zipper, yanking the waistband, until finally... he'd been waiting for this.
It was bigger than he'd expected it to be, a fact that only served to make his asshole tight and needy on top of everyfuckingthing else. It was stiff and solid; soft, smooth skin stretched over the hard, heavy weight of what Christian hoped was a cock praying to be sucked.
He didn't bother to ask.
It was warm against his tounge, and he heard Jeff's breath hitch, if only just slightly, as he wrapped his lips around the head. He sucked lightly for a moment, taking his time on the thick tip of Jeff's cock, because as much as he needed to get down to serious business now, this had always been his favorite part.
He let his tounge flick against the slit, tasting the salty-bitter warmth of precome on the tip of his tounge. It was a taste of blood to a shark, and Christian reacted immediately.
Jeff moaned deeply, a sound that got Christian almost painfully hard. He reached down with his free hand, rubbing it against the solid bulge under his boxers, as he kept his other hand wrapped around the base of Jeffrey's dick. He sucked hard and fast, fuck foreplay or gentle techniques.
"Fuck, kid," Jeff moaned, falling back on the bed, laying flat against the mattress, with his knees bent, feet on the floor. "You really know what you're doing," he praised, a fact that Christian was grateful for. He'd been so wrapped up in taking what he wanted from Jeff, that he'd forgotten he had to make it good. Apparently, though, he was doin' alright, because Jeff's back was arching up off the bed, as Christian slid his lips down to the base of his dick. He felt the cock head hit the back of his throat, a feeling that had his entire body tensing in retreat.
He forced himself to stay down, sucking harder, deeper, quicker, as he finally shoved his free hand down the front of his boxers. He moaned deeply, and did not fucking whimper, as his hand wrapped around his cock. He was harder than he could remember ever being in his life, and every stroke of his hand was magnified over the sensitive, tightened flesh.
He felt his breath hitch as he struggled to catch it, unable to hold back his moans he worked on his cock, never letting up the suction on Jeff's.
He felt Jeff's hand on the back of his head, pushing him down, holding him down, as Jeff stuttered out a warning. Christian tensed, ceasing to fuck his own cock, as Jeff came down his throat. It was hot and bitter, thick and delicious. He felt it shoot against the back of his throat, a feeling that had him squeezing his eyes shut as he worked to swallow it down. There was too much, too fast, and he pulled off too soon. It dripped down his chin, from the corners of his mouth, as he watched Jeff slump bonelessly now against the mattress.
"Ugh, fuck... fuck..." Jeff moaned repeatedly, tracing his fingers lightly over his wet and softening cock.
Christian's focus faded back in, and he became aware of his own solid dick, still wrapped up tightly in his right hand.
He let go of it tentatively, missing the friction immediately, as he wiped his palm over his mouth, feeling it coat with still-warm come.
Jeff shifted on the bed just slightly, and Chris felt his eyes on him, as he slid his hand back into his pants, gripping his cock with a now well-lubed palm.
Jeff bit his lip as he watched, still trailing his fingers over his dick, as Chris slid his hand up and over the head of his own.
His breath quickened immediately, as he hit all the right places. He closed his eyes for a moment, stroking harder, faster, feeling Jeff's come slick and stick over his skin, before finally, the release he'd been waiting for, needing for what felt like decades.
He heard Jeff move in front of him, and was shocked by a solid press of lips against his own. He kept up his steady grip on his cock, jerking off hard and fast as Jeff bit at his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth, as his hands wandered all over Chris' body. It was over all too soon, and Chris cried out against Jeff's jaw, as his come finally spurted out in a hot, dripping mess, soaking his boxers as Jeff just fucking smirked at him.
He leaned into Jeff's lap eventually, breathless and sated, without an inch of skin that was sticky.
"Hmm," Jeff hummed incoherently, letting his hand fall heavily into Christian's hair. "Well, Mister Kane," Jeff mumbled, running his hand along Christian sweat-slicked forehead. "It sure was nice meeting you."
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Author:casiedearestfic
Pairing: Christian Kane/Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Come!play (not overly intense, but... it's there nonetheless)
Words: 1900
Summary: Prompt: "They meet at Jensen's party and hit it off but good. Chris decides he likes older men, and drunken bj ensues (your choice who gives and who receives). Bonus points if they get caught, or are being watched, by other party-goers!"
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the boys. All characters belong to respective copyrights.
Notes: Sorry for bonus points fail, I just couldn't swing it. Also this? My first posted JDM fic and it's smuttastic like whoa. Probably the filthiest thing I've ever posted, not gonna lie. Welcome to my journal, Papa! XD Title by Theory of a Deadman. Written for and dedicated to dastiel_gal.
Chris waited, waited, waited, as Jeff kept talking. Talking to Jensen, talking to Misha, talking to that girl with the stupid frilly thing in her drink. Even Steve got a goddamn turn with him, and really, how was that fair?
Normally, Chris wouldn't give a fuck. He honest-to-god would not. He wasn't the type of man to need constant attention, or much of that at all, really. He didn't care about spotlights, or limelights, or the lights in Jensen's kitchen, under which that chick with the red hair kept dancing. He didn't care about people, unless those people where his people; his family, his friends, his band. But Jeffrey... Jeffrey Dean Morgan, he was... well.
They'd met not more than three hours ago, a simple, routine handshake, accompanied by a 'Hey, nice to meet you', which was followed up with a 'Jensen's said so much about you'. But it'd only taken seven minutes... seven goddamn minutes, for 'See you later' to turn into 'Follow me upstairs'.
Three goddamn hours ago.
Chris leaned heavily against the wall, watching darkly as Jeff continually let his time be devoured by other people. Other men. Other women. Anyone who wasn't Chris. And usually, by now, Chris would have dropped the bait. He knew he was a good lay, and if he really got desperate to fuck something, there were at least four people in this room who'd gladly undo buttons for him.
But it wasn't that, it wasn't anything like that. He wasn't sixteen anymore, out of his mind with the need to get his cock teased until he'd finally get to blow his load in anything tight, wet and warm.
Except maybe... maybe tonight he was. Because Jeff? Fuck.
Chris cleared his throat, lacking all subtlety, reminding Jeff of their previous flirtations. The innocent words had crossed lines oh-so-quickly, flipping from 'let me get you a drink, sir' to 'let me lick your cock, baby' in less than half an hour.
Jeff's hands had slid down Chris' thighs, up his back, anywhere they wanted to go, and be damned if Chris did anything to stop it. Because he hadn't know until this very night, but Jeffrey Dean Morgan was exactly the man that Chris had been jerking off to for years. He was the actual living, breathing equivalent of the faceless, nameless body that Chris would think of as he'd play with his cock head, get it hard while he'd lay in bed, before slicking warmed lube down the shaft. He'd think of a face shadowed in scruff, a hard body that had seen enough experience to know how to handle his cock just right. He'd stroke his hand down his dick, getting harder every minute, as he'd imagine tangling his fingers in deep, dark hair, salted with strands of erratic, vibrant grey, as that stubbled chin would tease against his balls. He'd come hard, laying in bed, legs spread as he'd jack his cock roughly. It'd be messy and hot, a thick, sticky mess as he'd inevitably blow his load all over his stomach.
And now, looking at Jeff? Seeing the man he hadn't even known he'd been dreaming about fucking since he was old enough to know how? Now he had an achingly hard cock, and a much better idea of where his come should be getting aimed at.
"The fuck took you so long, man?" Chris growled angrily, trying to bite back the frustration that'd settled in sometime between Jeff's hand on his dick, and Jeff's hand all the way across the room again.
"Well, I can hardly come to a party, and ignore the host entirely," Jeff answered easily, casually, carelessly, like he wasn't being dragged upstairs by a friend-of-a-friend musician with a dick hard enough to cut glass.
"Fuck you, man, you fuckin' tease, you have any idea--" Chris cut himself off as he they reached the top of the stairs, deciding that this was far more talking than he really cared to be doing right now. "You still in?" He asked belatedly, knowing that this had been the plan three hours ago, and God help Jeff if he'd changed his--
"Feel like I'm still in?" Jeff asked darkly, unexpectedly, as he shoved Chris roughly against a bedroom door. Their bodies pressed flush against each other for the first time, and Chris didn't have the pleasure of getting to know the feel of Jeff's body against his. Because his focus was laser-pointed directly to the fact that Jeff's cock was hard and hot against Chris' hip, pressing stiffly against two layers of fucking denim, and that was two too many, if you asked Chris.
"Fuck," Chris growled against Jeff's neck as he reached back, letting his hand fumble over the doorknob, before shoving it open. They both stumbled suddenly, as the door swung out from behind them, hitting the wall behind it with a loud and violent bang.
Chris slammed it shut just as loudly, not noticing that the force had cracked the latch, causing it to creak back open, if only just an inch. He wouldn't have given a fuck even if he had noticed, honestly, because right now? Jeff's hands weren't wasting any time.
Chris pulled at Jeff's shirt, rucking it up, untucking it from his black jeans, as Jeff's fingers worked over Chris' belt. Why the fuck had he worn a belt, anyway, goddamn time waster.
Their mouths met almost brutally, the taste of Chris' whiskey mixing with Jeffrey's smoke, a sinful cocktail that had Chris aching to add another flavor to the mix.
He pushed at Jeff, shoving him down on the bed, not caring at all who's bed it even was. This wasn't a moment to be tainted by concern over details.
He forced his hands down the older man's body, as he dropped to his knees between his legs. Chris was never big on sucking cock; would do it to get the guy off, but never would he crave it the way he did now.
"I like your determination," Jeff lilted teasingly, voice rough and low, going straight to Chris' cock. He fumbled over Jeff's pants, popping the button, pulling the zipper, yanking the waistband, until finally... he'd been waiting for this.
It was bigger than he'd expected it to be, a fact that only served to make his asshole tight and needy on top of everyfuckingthing else. It was stiff and solid; soft, smooth skin stretched over the hard, heavy weight of what Christian hoped was a cock praying to be sucked.
He didn't bother to ask.
It was warm against his tounge, and he heard Jeff's breath hitch, if only just slightly, as he wrapped his lips around the head. He sucked lightly for a moment, taking his time on the thick tip of Jeff's cock, because as much as he needed to get down to serious business now, this had always been his favorite part.
He let his tounge flick against the slit, tasting the salty-bitter warmth of precome on the tip of his tounge. It was a taste of blood to a shark, and Christian reacted immediately.
Jeff moaned deeply, a sound that got Christian almost painfully hard. He reached down with his free hand, rubbing it against the solid bulge under his boxers, as he kept his other hand wrapped around the base of Jeffrey's dick. He sucked hard and fast, fuck foreplay or gentle techniques.
"Fuck, kid," Jeff moaned, falling back on the bed, laying flat against the mattress, with his knees bent, feet on the floor. "You really know what you're doing," he praised, a fact that Christian was grateful for. He'd been so wrapped up in taking what he wanted from Jeff, that he'd forgotten he had to make it good. Apparently, though, he was doin' alright, because Jeff's back was arching up off the bed, as Christian slid his lips down to the base of his dick. He felt the cock head hit the back of his throat, a feeling that had his entire body tensing in retreat.
He forced himself to stay down, sucking harder, deeper, quicker, as he finally shoved his free hand down the front of his boxers. He moaned deeply, and did not fucking whimper, as his hand wrapped around his cock. He was harder than he could remember ever being in his life, and every stroke of his hand was magnified over the sensitive, tightened flesh.
He felt his breath hitch as he struggled to catch it, unable to hold back his moans he worked on his cock, never letting up the suction on Jeff's.
He felt Jeff's hand on the back of his head, pushing him down, holding him down, as Jeff stuttered out a warning. Christian tensed, ceasing to fuck his own cock, as Jeff came down his throat. It was hot and bitter, thick and delicious. He felt it shoot against the back of his throat, a feeling that had him squeezing his eyes shut as he worked to swallow it down. There was too much, too fast, and he pulled off too soon. It dripped down his chin, from the corners of his mouth, as he watched Jeff slump bonelessly now against the mattress.
"Ugh, fuck... fuck..." Jeff moaned repeatedly, tracing his fingers lightly over his wet and softening cock.
Christian's focus faded back in, and he became aware of his own solid dick, still wrapped up tightly in his right hand.
He let go of it tentatively, missing the friction immediately, as he wiped his palm over his mouth, feeling it coat with still-warm come.
Jeff shifted on the bed just slightly, and Chris felt his eyes on him, as he slid his hand back into his pants, gripping his cock with a now well-lubed palm.
Jeff bit his lip as he watched, still trailing his fingers over his dick, as Chris slid his hand up and over the head of his own.
His breath quickened immediately, as he hit all the right places. He closed his eyes for a moment, stroking harder, faster, feeling Jeff's come slick and stick over his skin, before finally, the release he'd been waiting for, needing for what felt like decades.
He heard Jeff move in front of him, and was shocked by a solid press of lips against his own. He kept up his steady grip on his cock, jerking off hard and fast as Jeff bit at his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth, as his hands wandered all over Chris' body. It was over all too soon, and Chris cried out against Jeff's jaw, as his come finally spurted out in a hot, dripping mess, soaking his boxers as Jeff just fucking smirked at him.
He leaned into Jeff's lap eventually, breathless and sated, without an inch of skin that was sticky.
"Hmm," Jeff hummed incoherently, letting his hand fall heavily into Christian's hair. "Well, Mister Kane," Jeff mumbled, running his hand along Christian sweat-slicked forehead. "It sure was nice meeting you."
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