taste your change in men (j2, nc-17, 2500 words)
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This is my contribution to salt_burn_porn, for lazy_daze, and I am just squeaking in before deadline, so it is not beta'd or ameripicked! Sorry!
taste your change in men
(j2, nc-17, 2500 words, cross-dressing)
The thing about Jared is that he's totally shameless. There's no point trying to embarrass him, because he just doesn't care. It figures that he'd take a dare that's supposed to make him look ridiculous, and that Jensen'd be the one to get flustered and wound up.
Nobody could mistake Jared for a woman - there's nothing soft or delicate about him. His curly blonde wig is lying on the trailer floor like roadkill, and, abandoned a few steps from that, is a single hot-pink wedge-heel. Like Jared getting an extra five inches of height to loom over Jensen and make Jensen feel smaller around him than he already does is really what Jensen needs.
Jared leans back on the couch and his froufy pink satin skirt rustles as his legs fall in an open sprawl. His cheeks are flushed with alcohol and there's that look in his eyes - way too smart and speculative when they settle on Jensen for Jensen to feel safe around him. The pearl buttons at the top of his prim white blouse are popped open, exposing too much broad, muscled chest for Jensen to be able to look away.
His gaze travels up from Jared's feet - one still sitting pretty in its pink heel, calf shaped taut and elegant, and the other foot curiously vulnerable in its nakedness - over the black fishnet stockings - Jesus, is Jared wearing one of those frilly little garters up there? - hesitating at the fat bulge of Jared's big dick under the girly-pink gloss of his full skirt, over the blouse, up to Jared's face, and the realization that Jared's been watching him right back all this time.
"You gonna stay over there all night, Jen?" Jared says in a thick and lazy drawl. "Ain't gonna be much of a party."
"Party was over two hours ago," Jensen says, and he's proud of the bite in his voice, how steady it sounds. But he moves in to Jared's reach all the same.
Jared sits forward to trail a fingertip down Jensen's inner arm, down to his wrist, and goosebumps jump up on Jensen's milk-pale, achingly sensitive skin in his wake. Jared's fingers close all the way around Jensen's wrist and then some, and Jensen stands there in front of Jared, the Vancouver midnight silent and snowy outside the trailer.
Then Jared tugs firmly and Jensen tumbles into his lap, settling awkwardly astride Jared's knee, Jared's stockinged thigh rubbing Jensen's cock in a way that could make Jensen mindless in seconds. Jensen braces himself with one hand on the back of the couch, but it brings him real close to Jared's face, 'til he thinks he can taste Jared's whiskey on his hot breath.
The red lipstick Jared's wearing is a little smeared, poorly applied to start with, and it clashes badly with the sugar-pink of his skirt, but his black eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow emphasize his cat's eyes, exotic and hazel-green.
"Am I pretty, Jen? 'm I a pretty little girl? You gonna bounce on my knee?"
"You got that on backwards," Jensen says, but Jared lifts his knee and Jensen falls into him, can't catch himself quickly enough against the back of the couch. His weight is pinning down the hem of Jared's skirt and the fabric is straining over the hardness of Jared's cock underneath.
"Gonna fuck your brains out," Jared tells him. "My dick's so fucking hard for you. So fucking wet and hard, and I wanna put it in you, Jen."
Jensen flushes at the crude directness of it, goes hot in his blood, because he's still not used to Jared talking to him like this, how Jared's so easy and open about wanting to fuck him.
"Okay," says Jensen, low and choked.
It makes Jared smile, a pleased baring of teeth, and Jensen's rolled over, onto his back on the couch. Jared comes down heavy on top of him, his foot on the floor and his knee by Jensen's hip. When Jared kisses him, sloppy and forceful, his tongue fucking Jensen's mouth while his lips bruise it dark and tender, Jensen gets a little disoriented by the waxy taste of lipstick combined with the rasp of stubble. Jared's big hand is on his face, tilting his jaw up like he's trying to climb inside Jensen's mouth, and Jensen knows he's going to be bruised tomorrow and only feels a rush of anticipation.
There's no way Jensen can concentrate when with one hand Jared's tugging down the fly on his jeans and, with the other, hitching up the fullness of his skirt to reveal muscular thighs in fishnet, and one strained lacy pink garter. Higher the skirt goes, and then Jensen's mouth is watering, that squirmy neediness jerking his hips, because Jared's translucent pink panties are stretched all out of shape by the Jared's huge dick sticking up out of them. A thin strand of precome is leaking from the flushed head of his cock, where it juts up out of the panties, and glistening over the pretty fabric.
With a grunt, Jared drags the scrap of fabric down under his balls, and he takes himself in the tight circle of his fist, jerks hard with another grunt, and all the while he's got his skirt pulled up around his middle and he's watching Jensen.
"Get your fucking jeans off," he says, still fucking his own hand, until his fingers are sloppy with precome and the sound of it is slick and filthy.
"Dude, did you forget the magic word again?" Jensen says, but he obeys in a hurry, struggling out of his jeans and shorts.
He'd go for his t-shirt too, but Jared's already on him again, taking hold of his hips and yanking him into position, the coarse fabric of the couch burning Jensen's lower back. He manhandles Jensen's body how he wants it in a way that's nearly unsettling, just the right side of too rough. Jensen doesn't even get warning before his knees are being hooked over Jared's shoulders, and the blouse is as silky-smooth on his legs as the couch wasn't, and his ass is hauled up to Jared's mouth, Jared's hands cupping the cheeks and spreading him open.
Jared uses his mouth on Jensen's asshole like he's kissing him, tender and dirty while he licks him open. It feels ridiculous sometimes: hanging there helplessly in Jared's hands, propped up on his shoulder blades and all too aware just how easily Jared's holding him there. There's a warm wetness where Jared's spit dribbles down Jensen's thigh and crease of his asscheeks, and Jensen's whole body throbs to the point where Jared's lips are pressed to Jensen's asshole.
It's too much to see his own body used like this, to see Jared's attention narrowed solely to where he's going to fuck in to Jensen, and the trailer lights are too bright and Jensen's head is spinning. He flings his arm over his eyes, and hides in the darkness while he listens to the filthy wetness of Jared eating him out and his own breathy, wrecked noises.
"There," says Jared. "Got you good and wet for me." He circles a blunt fingertip around Jensen's hole, teases at penetration so Jensen has to squeeze his eyes shut. "Still so fucking tight," Jared says, like he's surprised.
"Just fucking do it," Jensen says, more ragged snarl than he intended.
Jared laughs, and it's a deep, rumbling, alcoholic noise, enough to make Jensen's heart beat even faster. He lays Jensen's back down on the couch, and he strokes the arm Jensen's got over his eyes, strangely gentle. "Don't hide your face, Jensen. S'pretty. I wanna see it when I get inside you."
Slowly, Jensen moves his arm and Jared's right there. His make-up's a mess and another button's popped open on his blouse. He smoothes his hands over Jensen's thighs, callused pads of his thumbs brushing over Jensen's skin, and just watches Jensen for a second, before he's lifting Jensen's legs again, this time pulling his thighs apart, pushing them up, and he settles in the cradle. The pink satin whispers and creases between their bodies.
Jared kneels over him, one hand clamped behind Jensen's knee to hold him open and the other nudging his cock at Jensen's wet, open asshole. It's a long silent sensation of being filled up, as Jared pushes and pushes, like he's going to keep pushing in until Jensen just can't take anymore, 'til he can't squeeze any more inside Jensen's tiny hole. Jared's breathing heavy and rough, and his pink skirt is slipping over his belly and hips, dark and shining in places with spit and precome. He thrusts forward, burying the last few inches in a sudden slam, and Jensen can’t catch his breath. His t-shirt's damp with sweat and it's sticking to his spine and chest.
Taking hold of Jensen's other thigh now, Jared spreads him wide open, and he leans forward, pushes down until his balls are pressed to Jensen's ass, and then - then he stops moving. All of Jensen's awareness rotates around the thick, hard feeling of Jared's cock spearing him, and the look on Jared's face as he gazes down at him.
"Like you like this, stuck on my dick, so stuffed full of it you can't even wriggle."
He's right; Jensen's pinned down to the uncomfortable couch where Jared's dick is shoved inside him. If he moves his hips, he's just going to feel Jared's cock moving inside him, stiff and unyielding. His asshole feels used, but when Jared eases out, groaning, Jensen's hole clenches around him. Jared's mouth didn't open him up quite enough to take something the size of Jared's dick, and it hurts when he crams his cock back in. Jensen makes a soft, pained noise and Jared frowns.
"Gonna make you like it," he says, low and final, then he's got his long fingers in his mouth, red lips swallowing them up obscenely. He pulls his cock out of Jensen's ass and instantly stuffs his fingers in, fucks Jensen with them insistently, before he puts his dick back inside him.
It's better. Good enough that Jensen can really enjoy the pounding Jared gives him, can enjoy feeling Jared fucking his insides into a whole new arrangement. He bounces his hips back into Jared with each thrust, tries to get his thighs wider apart so Jared can sink in deeper, and he gets lost in feeling Jared inside him and against him, with that stupid pink skirt rubbing its satinyness over his thighs and Jared's stockings printing fishnet on his skin.
Jared's a goddamn expert at fucking. Jensen doesn't care who he fucked before to get so good, because all that matters is how good he is at fucking Jensen. He drives his dick in deep, smooth-slide into Jensen's fucked-open little ass, knows just how to angle Jensen's hips to make it good for him, to make it so good that Jensen's heart stops beating for a second.
Jensen claws at Jared's arm to pull him in closer, wanting to kiss him, wanting Jared's tongue in his mouth, and he tangles his fingers in Jared's blouse and another button pops off, disappears somewhere on the couch under the folds of Jared's skirt.
"Careful," says Jared. "You're messin' me up."
"Don't care," Jensen grinds out, and he grips the thick, bunched muscle of Jared's arm, clutching at him through the sweat-sheen on Jared's body as he lets go, comes all over himself, spunk hitting his damp t-shirt and pearling Jared's pink satin. Jared scoops him up close, holds onto him through it, even while his hips keep rocking forward in stuttery little thrusts that keep the sensation spiraling through Jensen's whole body.
He kisses Jensen but it's rough, more like a bite, too many teeth bruising Jensen's soft mouth. "I knew you'd like this. Kinky little cockslut. So pretty. So tight."
Jensen whimpers, words too far out of reach, while Jared fucks him boneless, fucks him right into the couch.
And then the best thing about fucking Jared happens: Jared laughs when he comes, always. It's a brilliant, beautiful noise that forces its way out, even as his face is crumpling like it hurts and he's digging his dick so deep into Jensen that Jensen's expecting it in his throat any time soon. Jared comes hot and wet, right up inside Jensen, and Jensen doesn't have room for it and Jared's cock and all this feeling.
Distractedly, Jensen combs his fingers through Jared's hair while he waits for Jared to get himself together. Jared's sagged forward, breathing hotly on Jensen's throat, and his dead weight crushing the breath out of Jensen.
"Okay," says Jensen and taps him on the shoulder. "You planning on staying in there?"
"Mmmm," says Jared, sounding sleepy and happy.
Then he rouses enough to ease out, his dick slipping out with a wet noise, dragging along Jensen's inner thigh and splattering a few drops of come over his fishnet. With nothing to plug it in, Jared's come dribbles unpleasantly out of Jensen's ass and down his thighs. Disgusted, Jensen shifts, then grimaces as that loosens yet more of it.
"Dude, how much come did you put in me?" he demands.
He pushes Jared off of him and then has to prop him up on the couch before he can roll right off. One of Jared's leg splays out onto the floor, the wedge heel twisted half off his foot. There's also a snag in one of his stockings, but the skirt, ridden up high on the back of Jared's thighs, probably covers the worst of the damage.
Jensen stumbles towards the bathroom. His ass is a hot, wet ache, still throbbing from being split open on Jared's dick. He flicks the light on over the mirror and, carefully avoiding meeting his reflection's eyes, reaches down between his legs, fingers into his ass, and scoops out a load of come. He flicks it down the sink and turns the faucet on full, then gives himself a quick clean up with a piece of toilet paper.
Feeling a little more decent, Jensen looks at himself in the mirror. Yeah, he's gonna have some beautiful bruises tomorrow. It's a good thing they've wrapped for the season, because anyone only has to look at him to know that Jared used him real nicely. His hair is standing up in crazy spikes and his mouth looks fucked. There are red stains on his face, distinct from the beginnings of bruises, and it takes Jensen a moment to identify them as lipstick.
There's movement in the mirror and then Jared's pushed up close behind him, his arm curled around Jensen's waist and his skirt brushing Jensen's bare thighs.
They stand there for a moment, both studying their reflection, Jared's face tucked in to Jensen's shoulder, and the obvious state of both of them. Then, careful and deliberate, Jared turns and drags his lips over Jensen's cheekbone, painting the skin red with more lipstick.
"Your turn," he says. "Truth or dare?"
~end
This is my contribution to salt_burn_porn, for lazy_daze, and I am just squeaking in before deadline, so it is not beta'd or ameripicked! Sorry!
taste your change in men
(j2, nc-17, 2500 words, cross-dressing)
The thing about Jared is that he's totally shameless. There's no point trying to embarrass him, because he just doesn't care. It figures that he'd take a dare that's supposed to make him look ridiculous, and that Jensen'd be the one to get flustered and wound up.
Nobody could mistake Jared for a woman - there's nothing soft or delicate about him. His curly blonde wig is lying on the trailer floor like roadkill, and, abandoned a few steps from that, is a single hot-pink wedge-heel. Like Jared getting an extra five inches of height to loom over Jensen and make Jensen feel smaller around him than he already does is really what Jensen needs.
Jared leans back on the couch and his froufy pink satin skirt rustles as his legs fall in an open sprawl. His cheeks are flushed with alcohol and there's that look in his eyes - way too smart and speculative when they settle on Jensen for Jensen to feel safe around him. The pearl buttons at the top of his prim white blouse are popped open, exposing too much broad, muscled chest for Jensen to be able to look away.
His gaze travels up from Jared's feet - one still sitting pretty in its pink heel, calf shaped taut and elegant, and the other foot curiously vulnerable in its nakedness - over the black fishnet stockings - Jesus, is Jared wearing one of those frilly little garters up there? - hesitating at the fat bulge of Jared's big dick under the girly-pink gloss of his full skirt, over the blouse, up to Jared's face, and the realization that Jared's been watching him right back all this time.
"You gonna stay over there all night, Jen?" Jared says in a thick and lazy drawl. "Ain't gonna be much of a party."
"Party was over two hours ago," Jensen says, and he's proud of the bite in his voice, how steady it sounds. But he moves in to Jared's reach all the same.
Jared sits forward to trail a fingertip down Jensen's inner arm, down to his wrist, and goosebumps jump up on Jensen's milk-pale, achingly sensitive skin in his wake. Jared's fingers close all the way around Jensen's wrist and then some, and Jensen stands there in front of Jared, the Vancouver midnight silent and snowy outside the trailer.
Then Jared tugs firmly and Jensen tumbles into his lap, settling awkwardly astride Jared's knee, Jared's stockinged thigh rubbing Jensen's cock in a way that could make Jensen mindless in seconds. Jensen braces himself with one hand on the back of the couch, but it brings him real close to Jared's face, 'til he thinks he can taste Jared's whiskey on his hot breath.
The red lipstick Jared's wearing is a little smeared, poorly applied to start with, and it clashes badly with the sugar-pink of his skirt, but his black eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow emphasize his cat's eyes, exotic and hazel-green.
"Am I pretty, Jen? 'm I a pretty little girl? You gonna bounce on my knee?"
"You got that on backwards," Jensen says, but Jared lifts his knee and Jensen falls into him, can't catch himself quickly enough against the back of the couch. His weight is pinning down the hem of Jared's skirt and the fabric is straining over the hardness of Jared's cock underneath.
"Gonna fuck your brains out," Jared tells him. "My dick's so fucking hard for you. So fucking wet and hard, and I wanna put it in you, Jen."
Jensen flushes at the crude directness of it, goes hot in his blood, because he's still not used to Jared talking to him like this, how Jared's so easy and open about wanting to fuck him.
"Okay," says Jensen, low and choked.
It makes Jared smile, a pleased baring of teeth, and Jensen's rolled over, onto his back on the couch. Jared comes down heavy on top of him, his foot on the floor and his knee by Jensen's hip. When Jared kisses him, sloppy and forceful, his tongue fucking Jensen's mouth while his lips bruise it dark and tender, Jensen gets a little disoriented by the waxy taste of lipstick combined with the rasp of stubble. Jared's big hand is on his face, tilting his jaw up like he's trying to climb inside Jensen's mouth, and Jensen knows he's going to be bruised tomorrow and only feels a rush of anticipation.
There's no way Jensen can concentrate when with one hand Jared's tugging down the fly on his jeans and, with the other, hitching up the fullness of his skirt to reveal muscular thighs in fishnet, and one strained lacy pink garter. Higher the skirt goes, and then Jensen's mouth is watering, that squirmy neediness jerking his hips, because Jared's translucent pink panties are stretched all out of shape by the Jared's huge dick sticking up out of them. A thin strand of precome is leaking from the flushed head of his cock, where it juts up out of the panties, and glistening over the pretty fabric.
With a grunt, Jared drags the scrap of fabric down under his balls, and he takes himself in the tight circle of his fist, jerks hard with another grunt, and all the while he's got his skirt pulled up around his middle and he's watching Jensen.
"Get your fucking jeans off," he says, still fucking his own hand, until his fingers are sloppy with precome and the sound of it is slick and filthy.
"Dude, did you forget the magic word again?" Jensen says, but he obeys in a hurry, struggling out of his jeans and shorts.
He'd go for his t-shirt too, but Jared's already on him again, taking hold of his hips and yanking him into position, the coarse fabric of the couch burning Jensen's lower back. He manhandles Jensen's body how he wants it in a way that's nearly unsettling, just the right side of too rough. Jensen doesn't even get warning before his knees are being hooked over Jared's shoulders, and the blouse is as silky-smooth on his legs as the couch wasn't, and his ass is hauled up to Jared's mouth, Jared's hands cupping the cheeks and spreading him open.
Jared uses his mouth on Jensen's asshole like he's kissing him, tender and dirty while he licks him open. It feels ridiculous sometimes: hanging there helplessly in Jared's hands, propped up on his shoulder blades and all too aware just how easily Jared's holding him there. There's a warm wetness where Jared's spit dribbles down Jensen's thigh and crease of his asscheeks, and Jensen's whole body throbs to the point where Jared's lips are pressed to Jensen's asshole.
It's too much to see his own body used like this, to see Jared's attention narrowed solely to where he's going to fuck in to Jensen, and the trailer lights are too bright and Jensen's head is spinning. He flings his arm over his eyes, and hides in the darkness while he listens to the filthy wetness of Jared eating him out and his own breathy, wrecked noises.
"There," says Jared. "Got you good and wet for me." He circles a blunt fingertip around Jensen's hole, teases at penetration so Jensen has to squeeze his eyes shut. "Still so fucking tight," Jared says, like he's surprised.
"Just fucking do it," Jensen says, more ragged snarl than he intended.
Jared laughs, and it's a deep, rumbling, alcoholic noise, enough to make Jensen's heart beat even faster. He lays Jensen's back down on the couch, and he strokes the arm Jensen's got over his eyes, strangely gentle. "Don't hide your face, Jensen. S'pretty. I wanna see it when I get inside you."
Slowly, Jensen moves his arm and Jared's right there. His make-up's a mess and another button's popped open on his blouse. He smoothes his hands over Jensen's thighs, callused pads of his thumbs brushing over Jensen's skin, and just watches Jensen for a second, before he's lifting Jensen's legs again, this time pulling his thighs apart, pushing them up, and he settles in the cradle. The pink satin whispers and creases between their bodies.
Jared kneels over him, one hand clamped behind Jensen's knee to hold him open and the other nudging his cock at Jensen's wet, open asshole. It's a long silent sensation of being filled up, as Jared pushes and pushes, like he's going to keep pushing in until Jensen just can't take anymore, 'til he can't squeeze any more inside Jensen's tiny hole. Jared's breathing heavy and rough, and his pink skirt is slipping over his belly and hips, dark and shining in places with spit and precome. He thrusts forward, burying the last few inches in a sudden slam, and Jensen can’t catch his breath. His t-shirt's damp with sweat and it's sticking to his spine and chest.
Taking hold of Jensen's other thigh now, Jared spreads him wide open, and he leans forward, pushes down until his balls are pressed to Jensen's ass, and then - then he stops moving. All of Jensen's awareness rotates around the thick, hard feeling of Jared's cock spearing him, and the look on Jared's face as he gazes down at him.
"Like you like this, stuck on my dick, so stuffed full of it you can't even wriggle."
He's right; Jensen's pinned down to the uncomfortable couch where Jared's dick is shoved inside him. If he moves his hips, he's just going to feel Jared's cock moving inside him, stiff and unyielding. His asshole feels used, but when Jared eases out, groaning, Jensen's hole clenches around him. Jared's mouth didn't open him up quite enough to take something the size of Jared's dick, and it hurts when he crams his cock back in. Jensen makes a soft, pained noise and Jared frowns.
"Gonna make you like it," he says, low and final, then he's got his long fingers in his mouth, red lips swallowing them up obscenely. He pulls his cock out of Jensen's ass and instantly stuffs his fingers in, fucks Jensen with them insistently, before he puts his dick back inside him.
It's better. Good enough that Jensen can really enjoy the pounding Jared gives him, can enjoy feeling Jared fucking his insides into a whole new arrangement. He bounces his hips back into Jared with each thrust, tries to get his thighs wider apart so Jared can sink in deeper, and he gets lost in feeling Jared inside him and against him, with that stupid pink skirt rubbing its satinyness over his thighs and Jared's stockings printing fishnet on his skin.
Jared's a goddamn expert at fucking. Jensen doesn't care who he fucked before to get so good, because all that matters is how good he is at fucking Jensen. He drives his dick in deep, smooth-slide into Jensen's fucked-open little ass, knows just how to angle Jensen's hips to make it good for him, to make it so good that Jensen's heart stops beating for a second.
Jensen claws at Jared's arm to pull him in closer, wanting to kiss him, wanting Jared's tongue in his mouth, and he tangles his fingers in Jared's blouse and another button pops off, disappears somewhere on the couch under the folds of Jared's skirt.
"Careful," says Jared. "You're messin' me up."
"Don't care," Jensen grinds out, and he grips the thick, bunched muscle of Jared's arm, clutching at him through the sweat-sheen on Jared's body as he lets go, comes all over himself, spunk hitting his damp t-shirt and pearling Jared's pink satin. Jared scoops him up close, holds onto him through it, even while his hips keep rocking forward in stuttery little thrusts that keep the sensation spiraling through Jensen's whole body.
He kisses Jensen but it's rough, more like a bite, too many teeth bruising Jensen's soft mouth. "I knew you'd like this. Kinky little cockslut. So pretty. So tight."
Jensen whimpers, words too far out of reach, while Jared fucks him boneless, fucks him right into the couch.
And then the best thing about fucking Jared happens: Jared laughs when he comes, always. It's a brilliant, beautiful noise that forces its way out, even as his face is crumpling like it hurts and he's digging his dick so deep into Jensen that Jensen's expecting it in his throat any time soon. Jared comes hot and wet, right up inside Jensen, and Jensen doesn't have room for it and Jared's cock and all this feeling.
Distractedly, Jensen combs his fingers through Jared's hair while he waits for Jared to get himself together. Jared's sagged forward, breathing hotly on Jensen's throat, and his dead weight crushing the breath out of Jensen.
"Okay," says Jensen and taps him on the shoulder. "You planning on staying in there?"
"Mmmm," says Jared, sounding sleepy and happy.
Then he rouses enough to ease out, his dick slipping out with a wet noise, dragging along Jensen's inner thigh and splattering a few drops of come over his fishnet. With nothing to plug it in, Jared's come dribbles unpleasantly out of Jensen's ass and down his thighs. Disgusted, Jensen shifts, then grimaces as that loosens yet more of it.
"Dude, how much come did you put in me?" he demands.
He pushes Jared off of him and then has to prop him up on the couch before he can roll right off. One of Jared's leg splays out onto the floor, the wedge heel twisted half off his foot. There's also a snag in one of his stockings, but the skirt, ridden up high on the back of Jared's thighs, probably covers the worst of the damage.
Jensen stumbles towards the bathroom. His ass is a hot, wet ache, still throbbing from being split open on Jared's dick. He flicks the light on over the mirror and, carefully avoiding meeting his reflection's eyes, reaches down between his legs, fingers into his ass, and scoops out a load of come. He flicks it down the sink and turns the faucet on full, then gives himself a quick clean up with a piece of toilet paper.
Feeling a little more decent, Jensen looks at himself in the mirror. Yeah, he's gonna have some beautiful bruises tomorrow. It's a good thing they've wrapped for the season, because anyone only has to look at him to know that Jared used him real nicely. His hair is standing up in crazy spikes and his mouth looks fucked. There are red stains on his face, distinct from the beginnings of bruises, and it takes Jensen a moment to identify them as lipstick.
There's movement in the mirror and then Jared's pushed up close behind him, his arm curled around Jensen's waist and his skirt brushing Jensen's bare thighs.
They stand there for a moment, both studying their reflection, Jared's face tucked in to Jensen's shoulder, and the obvious state of both of them. Then, careful and deliberate, Jared turns and drags his lips over Jensen's cheekbone, painting the skin red with more lipstick.
"Your turn," he says. "Truth or dare?"
~end