Fic: Vice (Jensen/Jared)- PG-13
Title: Vice
Author:
fricky_writer22
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: PG-13, for language and *scratches head* sexual innuendo?
Summary: Nothing else could come close to the heady rush he gets when the first taste of it hits his tongue and then slides it’s way down his throat.
Author’s Note: This hit me at 6:00am in the morning, when I had nothing better to do than write about Jensen and his pretty mouth. So, yeah, I blame it all on those lips. Also, completely without plot and unbeta’ed.
Next time I post fic, I come baring J2 porn of the long variety- the sequel to “One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila…Oh Damn!” :D
(I just said typed the words come, porn, and long in one sentence…without giggling. I’m kind of proud.)
Now…onto the fic :
Jensen moans as the tip hits his lips, his eyes falling closed. God, he shouldn’t be doing this. He knows it’s wrong; he’d promised himself he wasn’t going to do this anymore.
But fuck it was so addictive, his mouth practically twitched at times in wanting. The need to slip his lips over it, to suck hard and fast, his head swimming with the thrill of it.
He quickly scanned the area, praying to God that no one would could see. It wasn’t something he wanted people to know about. He wasn’t proud of his lack of self control, and he really didn’t want pictures of him doing this popping up on the internet.
God, what would his mother think? Jensen shook his head, trying to push that thought far away. It wasn’t the time or the place to be thinking about his sweet, church-going mother. But, damn, would she be disappointed in him if she knew.
Jensen sighed when the sharp burst of flavor hit his tongue. There was nothing in the world like it. Nothing else could come close to the heady rush he gets when the first taste of it hits his tongue and then slides it’s way down his throat.
If he was honest with himself, Jensen would say half the allure of it was how bad, how wrong it was. The other half was his incredibly inappropriate oral fixation. He always had something in his mouth. A pen, the straw from his coffee, or…
He could feel his heart race as he sucked harder, trying to make it quick. God knows people on set would start to wonder any moment. He pulled away, running his tongue over his bottom lip, savoring the taste that lingered there.
Jensen looked around again; he could have sworn he heard footsteps. He stay stilled, motionless and waited to see if he would hear it again. He stoked idly up and down with his fingers, gave a quick flick of his wrist, waiting until he was sure it was safe to duck his head back down.
“Jensen…” Jared’s voice sounded strained, disappointment coloring his voice.
Ahh fuck…
“I thought you quit that shit, man.” Jared glared at him, arms folded across his chest.
Jensen looked down at the ground, toeing the sand with his boot. He tossed the cigarette to the ground beside it and forcefully stomped it out.
Jensen muttered under his breath, cursing his addiction to the damn things and his goddamn oral fixation. Jared smirked then, moving until he was leaned over Jensen, his mouth right against his ear.
“Jen, anytime you feel the urge to suck on something, let me know. I’ll be more than happy to give you something to wrap those pretty lips around.” The smile Jared gave him was at least fifty shades of indecent.
Huh, Jensen thought, who the hell needed cigarettes anyway?