quickie!verse

[elless18]

Title: quickie!verse
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17, for lots of boy touching
Word Count: 4200
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: 7 little porny ficlets.
A/N 1: Most of these are prompts from rain388, who continues to be the best muse EVER.
A/N 2: I don't normally write toppy!Jensen, but he was awfully demanding this time around!

Bound
Jared tightens his grip on Jensen’s waist, fingers digging into the sensitive skin at his hipbones. The rough fabric of Dean’s jeans rubs welts into his bare thighs, but he doesn’t care, just hangs on and continues rocking his hips. He leans in close, chest to Jensen’s back, and buries his nose in the collar of Dean’s trademark leather jacket, inhaling the musky scent and licking a stripe up the back of his neck. Jensen shudders and pushes back against him, forcing him deeper into that perfect, tight ass. Jensen braces himself on the wall, resting his cheek on his forearm, and closes his eyes.

“Goddamn, Jensen, you feel so fucking good,” he growls, biting his neck, past the point of caring if makeup notices the purple bruise already forming.

Jensen replies with something approximating “unnngh” and uses his free hand to fist his own dick.

“No, let me.” He covers Jensen’s hand, thumb pressing into his wrist where the handcuffs marred his skin during the last scene they filmed. Which is why he’s currently fucking Jensen against the wall of his trailer, both their jeans shoved down just enough to not get in the way, Jensen panting and trembling in his arms. Jared has a thing for seeing him in handcuffs, seeing him bound like that, and Jensen knows it. He hadn’t put up any kind of resistance when they yelled cut and Jared practically dragged him across the lot to their trailers. In fact, he kissed Jared the second the door closed, nimble fingers undoing his belt and doing this fluttery thing with his tongue that never fails to get Jared hard as fucking steel.

They only have a short time before they’re due back on set, so Jared increases his rhythm, thrusting hard and deep and stroking over the silky head of Jensen’s erection, precome slicking his fingers. Jensen moans, another wordless “unnngh” noise, and drops his head between his shoulders. A minute later, he groans, long and dirty, and comes over both their hands. Jared stills, everything centering on the man in his arms, then explodes, his vision bursting into stars before whiting out at the edges.

“Holy fucking Christ, Jen,” he breathes, sagging bonelessly against Jensen’s back, laying his head on his shoulder, worn leather soft and warm on his forehead.

Jensen laughs quietly and pushes away from the wall, turning around to face Jared and kissing him, messy and full of tongue. He backs away, though, and laughs again when Jared tries to follow him, lips still pursed.

“Come on, Jay. We have to be on set in less than five minutes.” He glances down at his crotch, sticky with drying come. “And I need to get a new pair of jeans without anyone finding out why.”

Jared sighs and smirks at the same time, then hitches his pants back up. “All right,” he agrees reluctantly.

Jensen smiles at him and heads to the door, but Jared catches him before he goes too far, bringing him flush to his chest.

“You think we could…borrow…those handcuffs? For later?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Fuck yeah,” Jensen answers, slow smile spreading over his face, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Fuck yeah.”

Cock Block
“Jared, dude, stop. Come on,” Jensen says, elbowing Jared out of the way to get to the stove. “Chris and Steve will be here soon.”

“So?” he whines, sticking his bottom lip out in a pout. Jensen’s back is to him, though, so it doesn’t have any effect on the other man.

“Later, Jay, I promise.” He throws a smile back over his shoulder in appeasement, but Jared’s having none of it.

“But I don’t wanna wait.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sakes. You turn into a whiny five-year-old when you’re horny. You know that, right?”

“Uh-huh,” he murmurs, then crowds Jensen back against the counter, hands framing his hips and breath ghosting over his mouth. “Please, Jen? Just a quickie, a blowjob, something. Otherwise I’ll be cranky when Chris and Steve get here, and you don’t want that.”

For a second, Jensen just stares at him, and Jared prepares to plead his case some more, but Jensen drops gracefully to his knees before he can open his mouth. Jensen smirks up at him once and bends his head to mouth him through his jeans. Jared’s pretty sure he makes an embarrassing keening sound as his eyes roll back in his head, but Jensen doesn’t seem to notice. He’s concentrating too much on unbuckling Jared’s belt and tugging his pants and boxers down to pool at his feet. Jared’s knees literally go weak when Jensen licks his dick from tip to base, and he grabs onto the edge of the counter to stay upright.

“Fuck. Oh, Jesus fuck. Jen, Jen,” he babbles, because Jesus Christ! Jensen’s mouth is hot and wet around him, tight and perfect, and it’s not the first time (or the last) he’s thanked God for a boyfriend that knows how to deep throat.

Jensen hums, sliding down to suck on the head and tongue the slit, then swallows him down again, impossibly far. Jared bucks into that heat, shallow thrusts. Jensen may not have much of a gag reflex, but he still doesn’t want to choke him. He runs a hand across Jensen’s cheek and into his hair and-

“Open the fucking door and let us in, assholes!” Chris yells, laying on the doorbell.

Backing off, Jensen sits on his heels, and Jared almost cries.

“I’m gonna kill them. Seriously, I’m talking painful, painful murder here,” Jared grumbles.

Jensen just smiles and pats his hip. “You’ll live, Jay.”

He huffs, scowling when Chris starts pounding on the door. “Murder, Jen, I swear.”

He smiles again and stands, moving with a fluid grace Jared kinda envies. He opens the door for their guests, and Jared hurriedly yanks his pants back up, buckling his belt in time for Steve to burst into the kitchen. Jared plasters a smile on his face and claps Steve on the back. Despite his frustration and his still half-hard, aching dick, they have a good meal and fun evening. He’s sure Steve knows what they interrupted, though. The fucker sends him amused looks all night and won’t shut the hell up. Jared’s never known Steve to be so chatty, and he can’t blame the beer.

Motherfucking cock blocker.

When Chris and Steve finally leave, Jared locks the door behind them with a thankful sigh. He glances at Jensen, then tackles him to the couch, straddling his legs and pinning him with his knees.

“I think you need to finish something,” he says, slowly sliding his nose alongside Jensen’s.

“Yeah?” Jensen shifts slightly, rolling his hips up.

“Yeah,” he replies, a bit strangled.

Jensen grins when Jared gasps and reaches for his zipper. “Don’t worry, Jay. I got ya.”

Up Against the Wall
Jensen’s just about to head out to meet his agent, still has his hand on the doorknob to shut the door behind him, when he looks up and sees Jared walking up the driveway with Sadie and Harley in tow. The dogs’ tongues loll, but they heel Jared happily enough. Jared himself looks fresh-faced and raring to go, despite his long run, cheeks flushed pink, hair blown all over the place from the wind, sweat darkening areas on his gray t-shirt. It’s so much like a post-orgasm, fucked out Jared that Jensen’s mouth waters and he goes instantly hard.

This is why he doesn’t go running with Jared anymore.

Jared spots him and grins, then bounces up the front walk to him. “Mornin’, baby!” he calls, dimples deepening.

“Shut up,” Jensen mutters.

His brows draw together. “Wha-”

Jensen doesn’t let him finish, just grabs hands full of his hair and hauls him closer to crash their mouths together. Jared grunts in surprise but melts into him, unresisting, holding onto to Jensen’s biceps and opening his mouth to the press of his tongue.

“Come here,” Jensen says, yanking Jared toward the door. He herds the dogs in first and slams the door, pushing Jared up against it and kissing him again, insistent and dirty.

“Jesus, Jen, what the hell?” He doesn’t sound angry, just slightly confused.

“Shut up,” he repeats and tugs off Jared’s shirt, tossing it to the side and sucking on his collarbone.

“Fuck.”

Jensen strips the rest of his clothes off quickly, wastes no time in wrapping a hand around Jared’s rapidly hardening dick. He slicks his fingers with sweat and precome, uses two fingers to open Jared up, till Jared’s shaking and babbling variations of fuck and Jen over and over. He has his head back, exposing the long line of his throat. Jensen follows a bead of sweat down his chest with his tongue, and Jared’s breath hitches, heart beating out a staccato rhythm. Jensen can tell he’s about to fall apart by his panting and his stomach muscles tightening. He doesn’t want that, not yet, so he removes his fingers, and Jared whines. Jensen steps away to get rid of his own clothes and glances back to find Jared sucking three of his own fingers into his mouth.

“Lube,” he explains at Jensen’s raised eyebrow, this downright dirty smile on his face. He reaches out and fists Jensen’s throbbing dick, smearing spit and precome from base to tip.

And fuck if that isn’t the hottest fucking thing.

Jensen growls and turns Jared around, shoves him against the wall and shoves into him, one powerful stroke that has Jared moaning and swearing. He’s not gentle, thrusting hard and fast and deep. Jensen’s too full of now for anything besides rough, but Jared takes it all, pushing back against Jensen and begging for more. Resting his forehead between Jared’s shoulder blades, Jensen slides his hand down Jared’s hip and around to jerk him off. Jared whimpers, something unintelligible that might be Jesus just as easily as Jensen, then comes after only a few strokes of his thumb across the head. That tips Jensen over the edge, and he fucks into Jared a couple more times before his orgasm slams into him.

He’s late for the meeting with his agent, but he doesn’t give a reason why.

He’s All Hands
Jensen puts down his book and rubs his eyes. His ears catch the sound of laughter, and he decides to track down his missing boyfriend. Rounding the corner, he hears Jared laugh again. He finds him in the bathroom, attempting to give Harley a bath. Harley obviously takes great exception to this plan, because he keeps jumping out of the tub. Jared’s soaking wet, covered in shampoo and dog hair, bangs falling in his eyes and sticking to his forehead. After a rather enthusiastic shake from Harley, Jared wipes his chin on his shoulder, but all that does is spread the shampoo bubbles around. Jensen stands in the doorway silently and watches for awhile, but Harley eventually notices him and barks, giving him this sad little help me look.

“Oh. Hey, Jen,” Jared mumbles, catching Harley’s front paws and pushing him back into the water.

“Hey.” He moves into the room and stops behind Jared, putting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing. “Having fun?”

Jared snorts. “Yeah. Sure. I’m almost done, but it’s taking twice as long as it should since he’s being a big baby about this.”

He crouches down and rubs the dog’s ears. “Let me help.”

“Thanks.”

Jensen holds Harley while Jared finishes rinsing him off. His eyes snag on Jared’s hands, on the way they curl around the cup he’s using to pour water over the dog, on the ever-present redness of his knuckles, on the long, slender fingers. Unexpected desire sweeps through him, and he almost lets go of the dog. He’s pretty much used to being in a perpetual state of horniness because of Jared (after this long together, he’d have to be), but this is about as un-sexy as it gets. Right? Only not so much, because Jared somehow manages to look adorable and sinfully hot while doing something as simple as bathing the damn dog, and Jensen can’t help but imagine those huge hands on him, caressing and stroking, grasping his hips and-

“Jen? Ya still with me?” Jared asks, looking at him curiously.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah.”

“You can let him go now.”

“What?”

“Harley. You can let him go.”

“Right. Sure.”

He gives Harley one more scratch under the chin and lets him go, and Jared catches him with a towel to dry him as much as possible. After a few minutes, Jared takes him out to the back deck, where he’ll hopefully not get muddy again within ten minutes. Jensen starts cleaning the bathroom distractedly, mind still on the images of Jared’s hands all over his body.

“I’m onto you, ya know,” Jared says, hugging Jensen from behind and resting his chin on his shoulder.

“Huh?”

“I caught you staring. If nothing else, the impressive bulge in your jeans gave you away.”

Jensen blushes, grateful Jared can’t see it. “Ya gonna help me out with that?”

Jared answers by moving the hand down from Jensen’s chest, a slow slide over his stomach and lower. Excruciatingly slow. Jensen thinks he might explode before Jared even gets his pants off, but he trusts the payoff will be worth it. He angles his head as Jared tongues his ear and licks a path down his neck. He breathes through his nose and prays for control.

“Fuck, Jen, you really are hard,” Jared murmurs, cupping him through his jeans.

Jensen huffs out a half-laugh, half-sob, and Jared shifts behind him. Jensen feels his erection at the back of his thigh, and he may have let out an embarrassing whimper. “Jesus. Oh, God, Jay, would you…Come on, come on. Please,” he begs, not even sure what he’s asking for. Something. Anything.

“Imma make you scream, Jen,” he promises and bites his ear.

Jensen moans when Jared finally lowers his zipper and frees his dick. He’s so hard, he knows he won’t last long, not with Jared’s hand on him, nimble fingers stroking leisurely from base to tip and back up. His fingertips are pruny and rough from the water and they both smell like wet dog, but holy fucking shit, Jared knows how to handle his dick. Firm but not too tight, twisting on the upstroke, thumb grazing the slit. It’s torture how slowly Jared’s going. It’s perfect.

“Fucking love your hands, Jay,” he tells him, voice gone deep and gravelly, strained.

“Yeah,” Jared replies, just as breathless.

Jared shifts again, lining his dick up with Jensen’s ass, and ruts against him, and that’s all Jensen can stand. He does scream, a garbled shout meant to be Jared’s name, and comes in thick spurts over Jared’s hand. Jared tenses and groans, then sags against his back.

“Jesus fuck,” Jared swears.

Jensen turns in his arms and kisses him. “I think you need to bathe the dogs more often.”

“Definitely,” he answers, bending his head to capture Jensen’s lips again.

Slippery When Wet
Hot water pounds on Jensen’s back as Jared sucks on his tongue and slowly slides a hand down his back. Jensen leans into his hand and tilts his head to deepen the kiss. Jared growls, a deep rumble that Jensen feels as well as hears, and shifts closer. They’ve been standing there kissing for God knows how long, starting soft and slow, small and exploratory before growing hungrier, open-mouthed and demanding, sloppy and intense and way too fucking good. Too bad they require air to breathe, or else Jensen would kiss him forever and never stop.

Jared pulls away suddenly and smiles at him, slow and easy, then spins him around, pushing him against the shower wall. Jensen nearly loses his balance on the slippery floor of the shower and grabs Jared’s biceps, fingers scrambling for purchase on his wet-slick skin. Chuckling, Jared noses into the spot behind his ear and chases a water drop with his tongue, circling the shell of his ear and down the side of his neck.

“Jared,” he whines, because, yeah, kissing Jared is fucking incredible, but he wants more, wants Jared to touch him with more than his mouth.

Jared laughs again and continues teasing him with his tongue and teeth, along his jaw and on his pulse point, down his chest to suck on a nipple. He tightens his hands on Jensen’s hips, stopping any movement, and smiles. Jensen can feel it against his flushed skin, and he whimpers, slides his hands up into Jared’s damp hair to lift his head and lick that smile off his face. His fingers tangle in Jared’s curls, and Jared gasps against his mouth, so he takes the opportunity to stick his tongue down his throat. Jared’s grip on Jensen tightens even more, and he finally moves in close, crowding into Jensen and lining up their dicks in an obscene slide that makes Jensen groan and get impossibly harder.

“Christ! Oh, fuck!” Jensen moans, rolling his hips with the rhythm of Jared’s thrusts. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, FUCK!”

“Jen, God.”

Jared bends his head, sinks his teeth into Jensen’s collarbone, then sucks on the bruise. Jensen shudders, his breath hitching, and Jesus Christ! It’s dirty and rough and slippery from the water cascading around them, and it doesn’t last long at all. Jensen swears and convulses, his come mixing with Jared’s between them. Jared kinda sags against him, his breathing harsh and fast.

“Holy shit, Jen,” he says, his voice raspy in that post-orgasm way Jensen loves. “That was…” He trails off and rests his forehead on Jensen’s shoulder.

“Yeah, it was,” he agrees, softly kissing his temple. “It always is.”

Jared smiles and loosely wraps his arms around Jensen’s waist.

Under the Hood
Jensen pulls in the driveway to find Jared all but crawled all the way under the hood of his SUV. Only his jeans-clad legs stick out.

“Did you do something to piss it off?” Jensen asks, walking up to him.

“What?” Jared backs out suddenly and whacks his head on the hood. “Ow. Fuck.”

“You all right?”

“Yeah.” He rubs his head, then absently wipes a spot over his cheek, leaving a smear of grease behind.

It totally shouldn’t get Jensen’s dick as interested as it does, but it highlights his cheekbone in an odd but really hot way.

“Jen?”

Scratching the back of his neck, Jensen clears his throat and repeats, “Did you do something to piss it off?”

“Nah, it was making a funny noise. I think I figured it out, though.”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

“It’s okay. Stay. Talk to me.”

Jensen nods and leans against the wall of the garage, crossing his arms over his chest. It’s hard to concentrate on their conversation, though, what with watching the play of Jared’s muscles under his slightly dingy wifebeater and staring at his ass, at his broad shoulders that taper into his slim hips and waist. A vein in his arm pops out when he turns the wrench, and Jensen find himself inexplicably fascinated by it. Jared rambles on, completely unaware of Jensen’s preoccupation, about God only knows what. Jensen finally can’t take it anymore and walks across the garage to hit the button to close the door.

“Jen, what are you doing?” Jared frowns, brows drawing together. “I need the light.”

Jensen answers by sinking to his knees behind Jared and burying his nose in the small of his back. Jared stiffens, then immediately relaxes, making this tiny mewling noise. Jensen smiles, framing Jared’s hips with his hands and turning him around. Taking a deep breath, he smells sweat and oil and under that, the deep musk that belongs to Jared. He lifts the hem of his shirt a little bit and lightly bites his stomach. Jared gasps and moans, gripping Jensen’s shoulder tightly. His stomach is a sensitive area, something Jensen figured out early on, and he likes to tease Jared with nips and licks.

“Oh, Christ, Jen!” he exclaims as Jensen bites his way across the ridges of his flat abs.

Jensen grins up at him, then deftly and quickly unbuttons and unzips his jeans, shoving them down his thighs and freeing his rock-hard erection. Precome already gathers at the tip, and Jensen bends his head to tongue it away and suck the head into his mouth. Jared snaps his hips forward, a litany of filthy curses falling from his lips. Jensen swallows him down till he brushes the back of his throat, hollowing his cheeks and working his tongue. It’s wet and sloppy, but Jared doesn’t seem to care. He fucks into Jensen’s mouth with small, steady thrusts, fingers clutching his hair just this side of too painful. Jared lasts longer than Jensen expects, but eventually the muscles in his thighs grow taught and he groans out a warning. Jensen licks him clean and gently tucks him back into his boxers and stands up. Jared’s mouth is hanging open, his eyes still somewhat unfocused. Brushing the hair off Jared’s forehead, Jensen kisses him, lightly at first until Jared comes back to attention and kisses him back.

Fun in the Sun
Jensen walks down the short path from their hotel to the beach. It’s easy to spot Jared, since he’s a freakish giant and currently rolling around on the sand with Sadie and Harley. Jensen sits down several yards away to watch, looping his arms over his drawn up knees. He has no idea how someone can be so sexy yet a complete dork at the same time, but Jared manages to do it.

Jared notices him sitting there and grins, so bright Jensen wishes he’d grabbed his sunglasses before coming out. “Hey!” he calls and follows the dogs over to Jensen.

“Hey. Enjoying yourself?”

“God, yes.” He collapses heavily beside Jensen, tucking his flip flop clad feet under him. “A weekend away at the beach was a brilliant idea, Jen.”

“See, I know what I’m talking about sometimes.”

“Yeah. Sometimes.” Jared smirks when he smacks the back of his head, then nudges him with his shoulder. “Did you have a nice nap?”

“Hell, yes. You’re kinda exhausting, ya know.”

Looking up at him from beneath his lowered lashes, Jared smiles slowly, sly and sexy and dirty, and drawls, “Ya’ll rested up now, Jen?”

And just that easily, need slams into him, a hot flush spreading throughout his body that has nothing to do with the blazing sun overhead. Jared leans over and kisses him, tries to angle him down onto the sand, but what Jensen has in mind can’t be done on the beach. Well, it could, but he already had enough sand in unmentionable places; he didn’t need more. He fists his hands in Jared’s damp shirt and drags him to his feet and into a messy kiss.

“Come on. Room. Now,” Jensen growls, and Jared nods enthusiastically.

They kick off shoes and shed shirts as they move through the suite to the bedroom, kissing and caressing the bare flesh they uncover. Jared’s shorts are half off by the time Jensen pushes him down on the bed and crawls on after him. Everything in the room is white, pristine, with precise, clean lines. It’s such a contrast to Jared- tan, disheveled and debauched, spread out and waiting for Jensen like every one of his dirty fantasies come to life. Gorgeous. His.

Jensen slowly runs a finger down Jared’s cheek and across his chest, down over his abs. Jared makes an impatient noise in the back of his throat. Jensen smiles, murmurs “roll over” against his throat, smiles wider when he immediately complies without question. Grabbing the almost empty tube of lube, Jensen slicks his fingers and pushes two inside Jared.

“Oh, Christ!” Jared shouts, fucking back onto Jensen’s fingers and whimpering. “Jen, oh, Jesus fuck!”

It doesn’t take long to prep him- it’s only been a couple hours since they did this- and Jared’s begging him to hurry up and fuck him. Jensen uses more lube and bends over Jared, thrusting in slow and steady. Hands on his hips to keep him still, Jensen increases his rhythm and brushes his lips over the back of Jared’s neck. Shivering, Jared arches against him, pressing his forehead into the bed and panting. Jensen gets a hand under him to wrap around his dick, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Jared feels so good around him, tight and hot, and he’s so fucking hard, despite spending the last two days doing nothing but each other. He sinks his teeth into Jared’s shoulder and thrusts once more, hard, then everything explodes behind his closed eyes.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans, rolling over onto his back.

Jared rolls with him, snuggling into his side and kissing the underside of his jaw. “Do we have to go home?”

“Nah. Lets just stay here in this bed for the rest of our lives.”

“Damn, Jensen! Another brilliant idea!”

Jensen smiles, tilting his head as Jared begins licking a path down his neck, and sighs happily.