Bathroom Break J2
Jensen pushed Jared's trailer door opened with his hip. He balanced the Chinese food bags awkwardly as he let the door slam shut. "What the fuck, Jar? I knocked." He dropped the bags on the tiny table. "What are you watching on that TV that is more important than. . . than me?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry, just watchin' the show." Jared stretched across the couch to snatch one of the bags from the table.
Jensen grabbed two beers out of the half fridge, then plopped down beside his costar. "What show? Beverly Hills House Wives?"
Jared rolled his eyes. "No, our show. Supernatural? It's Friday night ya know?"
"TV is for escape. Watching our show is like being at work." Jensen bit into an egg roll.
"I'm trying to figure out this Sam thing."
"What's to figure out? He lost his soul, became a whore, and fucked everyone." Jen stirred the beef and broccoli.
"Really? You don't think there's more to it?" Jared crammed the sweet and sour chicken in his mouth.
Jensen sighed. "More? Okay, he has no feelings, therefore, he doesn't FEEL guilty, fucking all these woman. See, the bathroom?" Jensen smiled. "Wow!" He stared at the screen and bit his full bottom lip. "Sorry, lost there for a moment. Um, the bathroom. . . . What were we talking about?"
Jared chuckled. "Cute. I come to you with a serious work question and you drool."
"I just don't get the question." Jensen grabbed another egg roll and turned to his costar. "Sam's had sex before. What's the problem?"
"The bathroom of a public place? I just, I don't know." Jared sat the food down on the tray in front of him.
Jen folded his hand in the larger man's and pulled them both off the couch. "Come on, Sasquatch. I'll get no peace until you figure this out."
The duo walked through the Supernatural sets to the corner bathroom set. The crew hadn't dismantled it. It stood alone in a lonely corner, unnoticed by the crew and cast.
"See, bathroom. Mirror, sink, fear of getting caught. Only a few stolen moments." Jensen waited for Jared to react.
Jared looked around. "But, Sam has no soul, no feeling, so would he care about getting caught?"
Jensen hung his head. "When a person is on the edge, they look for an adrenaline rush. THIS!" Jensen gestured wildly. "Would be a rush."
Jared smiled wickedly. "Ya think?"
"What?" Jensen turned to him confused.
The taller man snaked an arm around his costar. "You think it's hot and sexy to have sex in a place where you could get caught." The dimples deepened in his cheeks. "Like say. . . " He kissed the full lips that gaped open at him. "Here, just a few feet from the crew?"
"You. . . did you trick me?" Jensen cocked his head.
"You're right you know. You are more looks then brains." Jared snickered. "Really, I just wasn't sure." He unfastened the buttons on Jensen's shirt, stroking the bare skin underneath. "You can be skittish at times."
Jen's head fell back, reeling in the skin on skin contact. He felt Jared slide the denim down past his hips. "Someone could hear us." His breath was hot and heavy.
Jared ignored his words and listened to his pounding heartbeat instead. He suddenly grabbed the shorter actor and hoisted him onto the sink. The cold seeping into Jensen's naked thighs. He groaned as he bit the full bottom lip that quivered before him. The sweet tongue of his costar slicked across his dry lips and sent sparks down his spine. "Kinda weird to think they're all just a couple feet away." Jared leaned down and took Jensen's hard dick between his lips.
"Jared!" Jen's voice was strained as he fought to keep quiet.
Jared slurped the precum off of Jensen's rock hard erection, lifting his head to memorize the thin pink slit.
"NO! Don't stop." Jensen's legs wrapped around Jared's neck, pulling him back down into his lap.
Jared hummed against the cock inside his mouth. He grasped Jensen's naked hips, setting them into a rocking motion. Jensen's strangled whimpers filled the room like bolts of thunder.
Jim's voice carried from the set, laughing at one of Misha's stupid antics. Jensen jolted at the sound. Jared brushed his knuckles across Jensen's hip, trying to ease the fear. His mouth still caressing Jensen's dick, tongue sweep under the tip and lapping at the salty slit. Jared thought about flipping Jen over, working his fingers into the tight hole there. He wondered if Jensen could stay quiet if he fucked him bent over the sink. The thought went straight to his cock. His erection strained against his pants, twitching at the moans now escaping from Jensen's throat. He finally rose to his feet, mouth popping off of Jensen's arousal.
"Jared, Jared." Jensen panted, his voice growling with need.
"I've got other things in mind for you." Jared slid Jensen off the sink slowly, running the spit slicked dick down the rough fabric of his shirt.
Misha's shrill giggle split the thick air. Jensen's eyes grew large, staring up and Jared for support. "Misha is being. . . Misha. What if. . . ?"
Jared smashed his mouth over Jensen's, pushing his tongue past the plush pillow of lips and licking at the soft wall of cheek. He wrapped his arms around Jensen. His hand stroking the flesh of his ass, kneading it in his large palm.
"Wanna try something?" Jared pried his lips off of Jensen long enough to whisper into his mouth.
Jensen's eyebrows furrowed. "What?" Confusion swirled around him as Jared spun him toward the mirror. Jared caught their reflection. Both sets of lips shiny and swollen from kissing. Jensen's bare skin scratched red where it had rubbed against Jared's buttons. Jared's hair slicked back behind his ears. "Wanna watch yourself get fucked?" Jared smiled at himself. Before Jensen could answer, Jared's fingers slid into his mouth. Jensen's suckled at the long digits, eye's glued to the mirror. When Jared's fingers were fully slicked, Jared pulled them out. He kneed Jensen's thighs apart and brushed the waiting hole with his wet fingers. Jensen's green eyes flew open as the fingers invaded his space. Jared watched the full mouth fall open as he stroked the inside of Jensen. He worked him open quickly, his own throbbing dick barely able to take the look on his costars face. He fiddled with his zipper, slamming his jeans to the ground. He pulled Jensen's hips away from the sink, pushing his hard cock into the waiting opening, and resting his chin in the crook of Jen's neck and shoulder. Their eyes met in the mirror, both of them grunting as Jared buried his cock farther into Jensen.
"You look amazing." Jared brushed his lips against the earlobe dangling before him.
Jensen's breath hitched, his knuckles whitening as he grasped the sink to meet Jared's blows. "Touch me." He managed to mutter.
Jared snaked his hand under the sink at tugged at Jensen's cock, matching his stroke to the rhythm of his hips. He muffled his cries in Jen's neck, barely remembering the cast and crew on the other side of the makeshift walls. It felt like eternity as they rocked into each other, watching the reaction on each others faces in the glass before them. Jared felt the lengthening of Jensen's dick as it started to sputter out of pace and jerk wildly against his palm. He felt Jensen tighten around his own cock, watching the pleasure bath Jensen's face as the cum bathed his hand. Jensen wiggled back into Jared's dick as he rode the last waves of pleasure back to earth. And that's all it took to send Jared reeling right behind him. Squirts of excitement seeping out of Jensen's ass as he pushed himself deeper and faster.
They collapsed into the sink, faces streaked with sweat staring back at them, theatrical make up caught in the creases of Jensen's eyes.
The moment ended as the scurry of feet rushed past the wall behind them. "Shit!" Jensen flung Jared off his back and yanked his clothes haphazardly back on his body.
Jared slowly tucked himself back in his pants, watching intently at the wild eyed panic of Jensen. "It's okay Jen. We'll just walk out like nothing happened."
Jensen fixed his hair in the mirror. "Ok," he steadied his breath. "Ready."
They strolled onto the set, no one noticing their arrival.
"Hey," Misha motioned the director to him. "Did you cut my bathroom scene yet?"
"Oh, no. Mark? Did you get the tape from the bathroom cam? The one behind the two way mirror?"
"Shit!" Mark ran over and grabbed the camera. "I left it rolling. Here you go, sure you got some exciting footage to go through now." Mark chuckled as he handed it over to the director.
Jared smirked, waiting for Jensen's scream, but he was busy talking to Jim. Now, Jared just had to figure out how to get that footage.
"Huh? Oh, sorry, just watchin' the show." Jared stretched across the couch to snatch one of the bags from the table.
Jensen grabbed two beers out of the half fridge, then plopped down beside his costar. "What show? Beverly Hills House Wives?"
Jared rolled his eyes. "No, our show. Supernatural? It's Friday night ya know?"
"TV is for escape. Watching our show is like being at work." Jensen bit into an egg roll.
"I'm trying to figure out this Sam thing."
"What's to figure out? He lost his soul, became a whore, and fucked everyone." Jen stirred the beef and broccoli.
"Really? You don't think there's more to it?" Jared crammed the sweet and sour chicken in his mouth.
Jensen sighed. "More? Okay, he has no feelings, therefore, he doesn't FEEL guilty, fucking all these woman. See, the bathroom?" Jensen smiled. "Wow!" He stared at the screen and bit his full bottom lip. "Sorry, lost there for a moment. Um, the bathroom. . . . What were we talking about?"
Jared chuckled. "Cute. I come to you with a serious work question and you drool."
"I just don't get the question." Jensen grabbed another egg roll and turned to his costar. "Sam's had sex before. What's the problem?"
"The bathroom of a public place? I just, I don't know." Jared sat the food down on the tray in front of him.
Jen folded his hand in the larger man's and pulled them both off the couch. "Come on, Sasquatch. I'll get no peace until you figure this out."
The duo walked through the Supernatural sets to the corner bathroom set. The crew hadn't dismantled it. It stood alone in a lonely corner, unnoticed by the crew and cast.
"See, bathroom. Mirror, sink, fear of getting caught. Only a few stolen moments." Jensen waited for Jared to react.
Jared looked around. "But, Sam has no soul, no feeling, so would he care about getting caught?"
Jensen hung his head. "When a person is on the edge, they look for an adrenaline rush. THIS!" Jensen gestured wildly. "Would be a rush."
Jared smiled wickedly. "Ya think?"
"What?" Jensen turned to him confused.
The taller man snaked an arm around his costar. "You think it's hot and sexy to have sex in a place where you could get caught." The dimples deepened in his cheeks. "Like say. . . " He kissed the full lips that gaped open at him. "Here, just a few feet from the crew?"
"You. . . did you trick me?" Jensen cocked his head.
"You're right you know. You are more looks then brains." Jared snickered. "Really, I just wasn't sure." He unfastened the buttons on Jensen's shirt, stroking the bare skin underneath. "You can be skittish at times."
Jen's head fell back, reeling in the skin on skin contact. He felt Jared slide the denim down past his hips. "Someone could hear us." His breath was hot and heavy.
Jared ignored his words and listened to his pounding heartbeat instead. He suddenly grabbed the shorter actor and hoisted him onto the sink. The cold seeping into Jensen's naked thighs. He groaned as he bit the full bottom lip that quivered before him. The sweet tongue of his costar slicked across his dry lips and sent sparks down his spine. "Kinda weird to think they're all just a couple feet away." Jared leaned down and took Jensen's hard dick between his lips.
"Jared!" Jen's voice was strained as he fought to keep quiet.
Jared slurped the precum off of Jensen's rock hard erection, lifting his head to memorize the thin pink slit.
"NO! Don't stop." Jensen's legs wrapped around Jared's neck, pulling him back down into his lap.
Jared hummed against the cock inside his mouth. He grasped Jensen's naked hips, setting them into a rocking motion. Jensen's strangled whimpers filled the room like bolts of thunder.
Jim's voice carried from the set, laughing at one of Misha's stupid antics. Jensen jolted at the sound. Jared brushed his knuckles across Jensen's hip, trying to ease the fear. His mouth still caressing Jensen's dick, tongue sweep under the tip and lapping at the salty slit. Jared thought about flipping Jen over, working his fingers into the tight hole there. He wondered if Jensen could stay quiet if he fucked him bent over the sink. The thought went straight to his cock. His erection strained against his pants, twitching at the moans now escaping from Jensen's throat. He finally rose to his feet, mouth popping off of Jensen's arousal.
"Jared, Jared." Jensen panted, his voice growling with need.
"I've got other things in mind for you." Jared slid Jensen off the sink slowly, running the spit slicked dick down the rough fabric of his shirt.
Misha's shrill giggle split the thick air. Jensen's eyes grew large, staring up and Jared for support. "Misha is being. . . Misha. What if. . . ?"
Jared smashed his mouth over Jensen's, pushing his tongue past the plush pillow of lips and licking at the soft wall of cheek. He wrapped his arms around Jensen. His hand stroking the flesh of his ass, kneading it in his large palm.
"Wanna try something?" Jared pried his lips off of Jensen long enough to whisper into his mouth.
Jensen's eyebrows furrowed. "What?" Confusion swirled around him as Jared spun him toward the mirror. Jared caught their reflection. Both sets of lips shiny and swollen from kissing. Jensen's bare skin scratched red where it had rubbed against Jared's buttons. Jared's hair slicked back behind his ears. "Wanna watch yourself get fucked?" Jared smiled at himself. Before Jensen could answer, Jared's fingers slid into his mouth. Jensen's suckled at the long digits, eye's glued to the mirror. When Jared's fingers were fully slicked, Jared pulled them out. He kneed Jensen's thighs apart and brushed the waiting hole with his wet fingers. Jensen's green eyes flew open as the fingers invaded his space. Jared watched the full mouth fall open as he stroked the inside of Jensen. He worked him open quickly, his own throbbing dick barely able to take the look on his costars face. He fiddled with his zipper, slamming his jeans to the ground. He pulled Jensen's hips away from the sink, pushing his hard cock into the waiting opening, and resting his chin in the crook of Jen's neck and shoulder. Their eyes met in the mirror, both of them grunting as Jared buried his cock farther into Jensen.
"You look amazing." Jared brushed his lips against the earlobe dangling before him.
Jensen's breath hitched, his knuckles whitening as he grasped the sink to meet Jared's blows. "Touch me." He managed to mutter.
Jared snaked his hand under the sink at tugged at Jensen's cock, matching his stroke to the rhythm of his hips. He muffled his cries in Jen's neck, barely remembering the cast and crew on the other side of the makeshift walls. It felt like eternity as they rocked into each other, watching the reaction on each others faces in the glass before them. Jared felt the lengthening of Jensen's dick as it started to sputter out of pace and jerk wildly against his palm. He felt Jensen tighten around his own cock, watching the pleasure bath Jensen's face as the cum bathed his hand. Jensen wiggled back into Jared's dick as he rode the last waves of pleasure back to earth. And that's all it took to send Jared reeling right behind him. Squirts of excitement seeping out of Jensen's ass as he pushed himself deeper and faster.
They collapsed into the sink, faces streaked with sweat staring back at them, theatrical make up caught in the creases of Jensen's eyes.
The moment ended as the scurry of feet rushed past the wall behind them. "Shit!" Jensen flung Jared off his back and yanked his clothes haphazardly back on his body.
Jared slowly tucked himself back in his pants, watching intently at the wild eyed panic of Jensen. "It's okay Jen. We'll just walk out like nothing happened."
Jensen fixed his hair in the mirror. "Ok," he steadied his breath. "Ready."
They strolled onto the set, no one noticing their arrival.
"Hey," Misha motioned the director to him. "Did you cut my bathroom scene yet?"
"Oh, no. Mark? Did you get the tape from the bathroom cam? The one behind the two way mirror?"
"Shit!" Mark ran over and grabbed the camera. "I left it rolling. Here you go, sure you got some exciting footage to go through now." Mark chuckled as he handed it over to the director.
Jared smirked, waiting for Jensen's scream, but he was busy talking to Jim. Now, Jared just had to figure out how to get that footage.