fic: it's never as good (if you do what you should) | J2 | NC-17
title: it's never as good (if you do what you should)
author: earthquakedream
pairing: Jared/Jensen
rating: NC-17
warnings: none
disclaimer: I only own the plot. The guys belong to themselves (and their wives), and the title is from Dirty Mind, by Ben Lee.
word count: ~1600
summary: AU. Jensen doesn't believe in tact. He goes after what he wants.
author's note: Written for salt_burn_porn, 'cause 13chapters tagged me with the prompt: tact is just not saying true stuff. I’ll pass. I loved the prompt and got right to work despite the three classes and 10 pages of playwriting I had today. kelleigh took my shitty porn written on very little sleep and some super sweet coffee and helped me out big time with her ~mad beta skillz~. Thank you, sweetheart! ♥
"Who needs tact? You don’t get shit done when you censor yourself. It’s all just bullshit words - bein’ nice - not saying what you really mean."
Jensen’s a little bit drunk; he’s pissed because he got fired from his new job for calling one of the clients a worthless, piece of shit, motherfucking douchebag after the guy called him a fag on the phone for not being able to give him a discount.
Whatever, he hates AT&T anyway.
Chris raises an eyebrow at him. "Tact is kinda important, man. You don’t see me going up to that girl and telling her nice shoes, wanna fuck? Because that’s tactless and it’ll get me slapped."
"Then you’re not finding the right girls." Jensen smirks, downs a shot of tequila. "Either that, or you just wanna try guys. ‘Cause, yeah, fuckin’ watch this."
Jensen glances over to the guy he’s been eyeing since they got to the bar - Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome - sitting at a table with his friend who has disappeared, probably with a girl. Jensen saunters over, tequila making him ballsy like he never is. He slides into the empty seat, steals the guy’s fresh Corona and yanks the lime free with his teeth, sucking loud and sloppy before he pulls the fruit out and drops it on a napkin.
"Hey, I’m Jensen. I wanna fuck you. Wanna get out of here?"
The guy is taken aback for maybe five seconds, then swallows down about half the Corona and stands up. "Jared. And, uh. Yeah." He takes a second to check Jensen out. "Hell yeah."
Jensen smirks, leads Jared out of the bar and waves at Chris on his way out - leaving the poor sucker to pay Jensen’s tab. Jensen’s smirk turns to a grin at that thought as he looks over - and up - at Jared.
"I’m about three blocks away from here. How close are you?"
Jared swallows. The sun’s still setting and it makes the sweet pink flush on Jared’s cheeks even darker. Jensen wants, fierce and deep. "Uhh. Right down here, actually." And he takes Jensen’s hand, their fingers curling together naturally, pulling him down the sidewalk.
The apartment is a studio, tidy and lived-in. It smells like a guy lives here, like cologne and leftover Chinese food, and Jensen nods his approval. Then Jared’s on him, big hands cupping his cheeks and thin lips locking over Jensen’s. He hasn’t been kissed like this in months; it’s intoxicating, more than the tequila was.
The bed is right there - perk of a studio apartment. Jensen pushes Jared over and onto the bed, but doesn’t let that mouth separate from his for longer than a second. They’re kissing messily as Jensen shoves Jared’s loose jeans down his thighs and fights to get out of his own. Goddamn tight jeans, he never should have worn them.
"Fuck, naked, c’mon, lemme see you," Jared’s mumbling, his voice thick and rough, hands pawing eagerly at Jensen’s hips. With a couple strong wriggles, the jeans are gone and on the floor, Jensen’s socks lost in the battle.
Jared yanks his own shirt off and Jensen thinks fuck yeah - flat sculpted stomach, strong pecs with both nipples pierced - Jared’s gorgeous. Jensen immediately latches onto a nipple, tongue flicking over the bar, metal cold against his tongue but warming up quickly. Jared lets out a loud gasp and clutches at Jensen’s head, fingers carding through his spiked hair. That’s a pretty sweet reaction. Using his teeth on the other nipple gets him a moan and a jerk of the hips, and he likes that even more.
"Thought you said something about fucking me," Jared murmurs, nudging Jensen away. His shirt gets lifted off seconds later and Jensen nods, pulling back more so he can get his boxers off. Jared’s naked already, and wow. Hello, pretty cock.
"I did, didn’t I?" Jensen winks at him and maneuvers them around. He ends up half-sitting against the headboard while Jared searches for lube and a condom, his cock bobbing ridiculously as he moves around the room. "Hurry up!"
Jared laughs, and god, that makes him even more gorgeous. He’s back on the bed in no time, kneeling over Jensen’s thighs and stroking his cock. "Impatient. C’mon, open up."
And then Jensen’s got a mouthful of cock, a thick, hot weight resting on his tongue. Jared’s big hands wrap around Jensen’s head and he starts moving his hips slowly, like he’s testing Jensen, which Jensen so doesn’t need. He grabs Jared’s hips and shoves his mouth down on him, taking him deep and sucking hard, making it loud and sloppy. The sound Jared makes is fucking delicious.
Once Jared’s figured out Jensen doesn’t really have a gag reflex, he starts fucking his mouth easily. "God, your mouth is just - fuck, Jensen."
That sounds about right. Jensen hums maddeningly, distracting Jared while he fumbles with the lube, then reaches around to spread Jared’s ass. His slick fingers rub over Jared’s hole, and Jared doubles over, acts like he doesn’t know whether to push back or forward.
With one last hard suck, Jensen pushes Jared onto his back and crouches between his legs, sliding two fingers into him slowly. Jared’s eyes go huge, hungry, opening right up for Jensen like he’s dying for it.
"That’s it," Jensen murmurs, reluctant to break the heavy silence between them. As he stretches Jared open for him, the only sounds are Jared’s sweet, sinful moans as he pushes down on Jensen’s fingers.
"Now," Jared finally gasps out, just as Jensen thinks he’s going to go insane from waiting. He’s never been very patient.
"Yeah," is all he says. He pulls his fingers out, rolls on the condom and slicks it up. He’s about to grab Jared’s hips when Jared turns around, gets on his elbows and knees and shoves his ass back. Jensen lets out a low growl without meaning too, digging his fingers into Jared’s meaty thighs as he pushes forward.
Jared feels so much tighter around Jensen’s dick than he did around his fingers. They both groan, Jared spreading his legs even more and pressing back into Jensen, murmuring faster, deeper. Jensen doesn’t think about disobeying, shoves in all the way, angling his hips in a way that makes Jared shudder.
"Mmm, yeah." Jensen drops his head to Jared’s shoulder, shaking faintly. "M’just gonna, um, try not to come."
That makes Jared laugh, the bastard, and his ass clenches unexpectedly around Jensen’s dick. He jerks forward, groaning loudly.
"How’re you doing with that, man?" Jared asks, laughing still. Jensen slaps a hand down on his thigh, hard.
"You play dirty. I don’t approve." Jensen lies, he totally approves, but that doesn’t mean he won’t play dirty right back. His hands shift to Jared’s thin hips and he starts moving, keeping a slow pace. He pulls out most of the way and eases back in as deep as he can get, watching the muscles in Jared’s back shift, tensing and relaxing, his breath speeding up.
"Jensen." It’s almost a plea, the way Jared says his name and spreads his legs to let Jensen closer. Jensen chuckles, hiding how badly he wants to just rut away at Jared like an animal.
He doesn’t last much longer. Jared starts begging him, voice low and husky, all Jensen, please, I need your dick, fuck me harder. And how can Jensen resist that?
His pace speeds up until he’s slamming into Jared, hips probably bruising his ass. Jared’s arms and legs give out, leaving him flat on the mattress. He’s rubbing against the sheets as Jensen fucks him, clutching onto the sides of the bed with white-knuckled hands.
"Like that, just like that," Jared whines, shoving back into Jensen. "You can do it harder, I can take it."
Jensen can’t go much harder with the way they’re positioned, but he tries, grinding into Jared, pressing him harder into the bed. When Jared cries out and trembles underneath Jensen, his hips rocking unevenly, he knows Jared’s coming.
Jensen’s own orgasm rushes through him and he moans, nails dragging down Jared’s sides as he spills into the condom, Jared pulsing around him…
"Having a good dream there?"
Jensen jerks hard, eyes flying open as he falls out of bed. "Jesus christ."
Jared bursts into laughter as Jensen scrambles to his feet and back into bed, hiding the mess in his boxers as best he can. But if the way Jared’s looking at him is any indication, his best wasn’t good enough.
"Apparently. Who was it about? Danneel?"
"Um, no." Jensen rubs the back of his neck, face red. Jared’s sitting on his own bed, computer propped on his thighs. It’s five in the fucking morning and Jared probably hasn’t even gone to bed yet. Weirdo.
Jensen hates his roommate. He’s really really attracted to him, obviously, but that doesn’t mean he likes the guy at all. Not only does he stay up too late, but he’s a pretentious douche when it comes to video games, and most of the time he's scarily perceptive.
"Ooh, was it Professor Johnson? He’s got those smoldering blue eyes…" Jared smirks at him.
"Dude, fuck off. I’m gonna go…"
"Take a shower? Probably a good idea, man."
"Right." Jensen slips out of bed, hurries to grab a towel and his toiletry basket. He glances at Jared, who adjusts his laptop and looks back at him, winking.
"Enjoy, Jensen." Jared smirks wickedly, his voice dropping down low, and Jensen flees.
He really hates his roommate. But mostly he just wants to fuck him stupid.
author: earthquakedream
pairing: Jared/Jensen
rating: NC-17
warnings: none
disclaimer: I only own the plot. The guys belong to themselves (and their wives), and the title is from Dirty Mind, by Ben Lee.
word count: ~1600
summary: AU. Jensen doesn't believe in tact. He goes after what he wants.
author's note: Written for salt_burn_porn, 'cause 13chapters tagged me with the prompt: tact is just not saying true stuff. I’ll pass. I loved the prompt and got right to work despite the three classes and 10 pages of playwriting I had today. kelleigh took my shitty porn written on very little sleep and some super sweet coffee and helped me out big time with her ~mad beta skillz~. Thank you, sweetheart! ♥
"Who needs tact? You don’t get shit done when you censor yourself. It’s all just bullshit words - bein’ nice - not saying what you really mean."
Jensen’s a little bit drunk; he’s pissed because he got fired from his new job for calling one of the clients a worthless, piece of shit, motherfucking douchebag after the guy called him a fag on the phone for not being able to give him a discount.
Whatever, he hates AT&T anyway.
Chris raises an eyebrow at him. "Tact is kinda important, man. You don’t see me going up to that girl and telling her nice shoes, wanna fuck? Because that’s tactless and it’ll get me slapped."
"Then you’re not finding the right girls." Jensen smirks, downs a shot of tequila. "Either that, or you just wanna try guys. ‘Cause, yeah, fuckin’ watch this."
Jensen glances over to the guy he’s been eyeing since they got to the bar - Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome - sitting at a table with his friend who has disappeared, probably with a girl. Jensen saunters over, tequila making him ballsy like he never is. He slides into the empty seat, steals the guy’s fresh Corona and yanks the lime free with his teeth, sucking loud and sloppy before he pulls the fruit out and drops it on a napkin.
"Hey, I’m Jensen. I wanna fuck you. Wanna get out of here?"
The guy is taken aback for maybe five seconds, then swallows down about half the Corona and stands up. "Jared. And, uh. Yeah." He takes a second to check Jensen out. "Hell yeah."
Jensen smirks, leads Jared out of the bar and waves at Chris on his way out - leaving the poor sucker to pay Jensen’s tab. Jensen’s smirk turns to a grin at that thought as he looks over - and up - at Jared.
"I’m about three blocks away from here. How close are you?"
Jared swallows. The sun’s still setting and it makes the sweet pink flush on Jared’s cheeks even darker. Jensen wants, fierce and deep. "Uhh. Right down here, actually." And he takes Jensen’s hand, their fingers curling together naturally, pulling him down the sidewalk.
The apartment is a studio, tidy and lived-in. It smells like a guy lives here, like cologne and leftover Chinese food, and Jensen nods his approval. Then Jared’s on him, big hands cupping his cheeks and thin lips locking over Jensen’s. He hasn’t been kissed like this in months; it’s intoxicating, more than the tequila was.
The bed is right there - perk of a studio apartment. Jensen pushes Jared over and onto the bed, but doesn’t let that mouth separate from his for longer than a second. They’re kissing messily as Jensen shoves Jared’s loose jeans down his thighs and fights to get out of his own. Goddamn tight jeans, he never should have worn them.
"Fuck, naked, c’mon, lemme see you," Jared’s mumbling, his voice thick and rough, hands pawing eagerly at Jensen’s hips. With a couple strong wriggles, the jeans are gone and on the floor, Jensen’s socks lost in the battle.
Jared yanks his own shirt off and Jensen thinks fuck yeah - flat sculpted stomach, strong pecs with both nipples pierced - Jared’s gorgeous. Jensen immediately latches onto a nipple, tongue flicking over the bar, metal cold against his tongue but warming up quickly. Jared lets out a loud gasp and clutches at Jensen’s head, fingers carding through his spiked hair. That’s a pretty sweet reaction. Using his teeth on the other nipple gets him a moan and a jerk of the hips, and he likes that even more.
"Thought you said something about fucking me," Jared murmurs, nudging Jensen away. His shirt gets lifted off seconds later and Jensen nods, pulling back more so he can get his boxers off. Jared’s naked already, and wow. Hello, pretty cock.
"I did, didn’t I?" Jensen winks at him and maneuvers them around. He ends up half-sitting against the headboard while Jared searches for lube and a condom, his cock bobbing ridiculously as he moves around the room. "Hurry up!"
Jared laughs, and god, that makes him even more gorgeous. He’s back on the bed in no time, kneeling over Jensen’s thighs and stroking his cock. "Impatient. C’mon, open up."
And then Jensen’s got a mouthful of cock, a thick, hot weight resting on his tongue. Jared’s big hands wrap around Jensen’s head and he starts moving his hips slowly, like he’s testing Jensen, which Jensen so doesn’t need. He grabs Jared’s hips and shoves his mouth down on him, taking him deep and sucking hard, making it loud and sloppy. The sound Jared makes is fucking delicious.
Once Jared’s figured out Jensen doesn’t really have a gag reflex, he starts fucking his mouth easily. "God, your mouth is just - fuck, Jensen."
That sounds about right. Jensen hums maddeningly, distracting Jared while he fumbles with the lube, then reaches around to spread Jared’s ass. His slick fingers rub over Jared’s hole, and Jared doubles over, acts like he doesn’t know whether to push back or forward.
With one last hard suck, Jensen pushes Jared onto his back and crouches between his legs, sliding two fingers into him slowly. Jared’s eyes go huge, hungry, opening right up for Jensen like he’s dying for it.
"That’s it," Jensen murmurs, reluctant to break the heavy silence between them. As he stretches Jared open for him, the only sounds are Jared’s sweet, sinful moans as he pushes down on Jensen’s fingers.
"Now," Jared finally gasps out, just as Jensen thinks he’s going to go insane from waiting. He’s never been very patient.
"Yeah," is all he says. He pulls his fingers out, rolls on the condom and slicks it up. He’s about to grab Jared’s hips when Jared turns around, gets on his elbows and knees and shoves his ass back. Jensen lets out a low growl without meaning too, digging his fingers into Jared’s meaty thighs as he pushes forward.
Jared feels so much tighter around Jensen’s dick than he did around his fingers. They both groan, Jared spreading his legs even more and pressing back into Jensen, murmuring faster, deeper. Jensen doesn’t think about disobeying, shoves in all the way, angling his hips in a way that makes Jared shudder.
"Mmm, yeah." Jensen drops his head to Jared’s shoulder, shaking faintly. "M’just gonna, um, try not to come."
That makes Jared laugh, the bastard, and his ass clenches unexpectedly around Jensen’s dick. He jerks forward, groaning loudly.
"How’re you doing with that, man?" Jared asks, laughing still. Jensen slaps a hand down on his thigh, hard.
"You play dirty. I don’t approve." Jensen lies, he totally approves, but that doesn’t mean he won’t play dirty right back. His hands shift to Jared’s thin hips and he starts moving, keeping a slow pace. He pulls out most of the way and eases back in as deep as he can get, watching the muscles in Jared’s back shift, tensing and relaxing, his breath speeding up.
"Jensen." It’s almost a plea, the way Jared says his name and spreads his legs to let Jensen closer. Jensen chuckles, hiding how badly he wants to just rut away at Jared like an animal.
He doesn’t last much longer. Jared starts begging him, voice low and husky, all Jensen, please, I need your dick, fuck me harder. And how can Jensen resist that?
His pace speeds up until he’s slamming into Jared, hips probably bruising his ass. Jared’s arms and legs give out, leaving him flat on the mattress. He’s rubbing against the sheets as Jensen fucks him, clutching onto the sides of the bed with white-knuckled hands.
"Like that, just like that," Jared whines, shoving back into Jensen. "You can do it harder, I can take it."
Jensen can’t go much harder with the way they’re positioned, but he tries, grinding into Jared, pressing him harder into the bed. When Jared cries out and trembles underneath Jensen, his hips rocking unevenly, he knows Jared’s coming.
Jensen’s own orgasm rushes through him and he moans, nails dragging down Jared’s sides as he spills into the condom, Jared pulsing around him…
"Having a good dream there?"
Jensen jerks hard, eyes flying open as he falls out of bed. "Jesus christ."
Jared bursts into laughter as Jensen scrambles to his feet and back into bed, hiding the mess in his boxers as best he can. But if the way Jared’s looking at him is any indication, his best wasn’t good enough.
"Apparently. Who was it about? Danneel?"
"Um, no." Jensen rubs the back of his neck, face red. Jared’s sitting on his own bed, computer propped on his thighs. It’s five in the fucking morning and Jared probably hasn’t even gone to bed yet. Weirdo.
Jensen hates his roommate. He’s really really attracted to him, obviously, but that doesn’t mean he likes the guy at all. Not only does he stay up too late, but he’s a pretentious douche when it comes to video games, and most of the time he's scarily perceptive.
"Ooh, was it Professor Johnson? He’s got those smoldering blue eyes…" Jared smirks at him.
"Dude, fuck off. I’m gonna go…"
"Take a shower? Probably a good idea, man."
"Right." Jensen slips out of bed, hurries to grab a towel and his toiletry basket. He glances at Jared, who adjusts his laptop and looks back at him, winking.
"Enjoy, Jensen." Jared smirks wickedly, his voice dropping down low, and Jensen flees.
He really hates his roommate. But mostly he just wants to fuck him stupid.