Porn Battle Fic xplay: Jensen/Jared- Whatever You Want
Title:Whatever You Want.
Fandom-Pairing: CWRPS- Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Rating-Word Count- Notes: NC-17, ~1000 Words, for Oxoniensis' Porn Battle under the prompt of D/S, Bondage, Trailer.
Jared's kneeling at his legs, and there's a bag on the couch. Jensen packed it himself a few days ago, with gloves and a gag, a cockring and condoms, a plug, lube and rope. Jensen doesn't know why it's there. He'd packed it thinking he could stow it in the back of the car, always be up for anything like a good top, like a good man, like the kind Jared wanted and expected of him when they first started this. It's always formal, even though he feels like he's the captian of a sinking ship when he looks at Jared this way, outside of this part of them they're lovers, friends, costars and so much more, but this, this has lines and boundaries, and Jensen's not about to let those blur and compromise on a whim.
Jared stares at him, on his knees in baggy jeans and hands loosely crossed behind his back, waiting for something, anything to happen. Jensen knows he's supposed to be doing something, but isn't sure why the hell Jared wants this right now, would sort of like an explanation before anything starts. He fingers through Jared's hair in a moment of intimacy before pulling Jared's head back so far he has to arch his back and spread his knees further so he doesn't fall. If Jensen's going to do it, it will be on his terms.
"You know," Jensen says carefully, "If one wants something, it would be helpful if one would ask."
Jared's gaze is unwavering, but he stays silent for a moment, unsure. "I want you to tie me up. I want you to do it here. I'm...my scenes are done for the day and you could mark me up however you want and..."
Jensen retreats to the sofa, picks up the bag. Jared returns to his first position, the strain of the one Jensen had put him in too much to handle. "Getting caught is a pretty steep price for getting your kicks, you know. What will you give me in return?"
Jared's still looking off into the distance like Jensen's still standing next to him. "I won't come until you tell me to, and I'll do anything you want, after we're done. You can leave me here, as long as you think I can handle, I'll be real still and quiet and I promise you I won't get us caught. Please, sir. Anything."
Silence lingers in the room, until Jensen knows Jared's stopped waiting for an answer.
"Cute, Jared. That's real cute," Jensen remarks, and begins to pull out the rope. "Be a good boy and get naked."
He keeps his game face on, tying Jared down on a coffee table that may or may not be able to take his weight as it sits in the space between the couch and the door. He ties Jared's hands in the center of his back, and his feet so they mash into his face, knotting bundled ankles to a carefully roped neck. He doesn't want Jared to hurt, he wants to carefully hold control over the situation, over Jared, let it bounce between them like sound off walls. Still, this part of their relationship relies on taking safe risks in the dark area between sense and nonsense, power and helplessness. He's aware of what that takes.
When he's done, Jared's plugged and bound, and Jensen debates adding a little humiliation to the scene, looks at the gag, and then the black bag itself but decides against it. He picks up Jared's cell phone and looks up his own number, carefully selecting it as if to make a call before pushing it into Jared's tied up hand and putting the thumb over it. "I'm gonna go. When you're ready to get out, push the button your finger's on to call me."
"Wait, what?" Jared asks, he tries to move but he's stuck. "You're leaving?"
"You said I could do anything I wanted, Jared, and quite frankly I was gonna anyway. I'll be back in a while. Don't worry," Jensen smiles, opening the door, walking out and carefully closing it.
Jensen smokes a few cigarettes outside on the steps in front of Jared's trailer. He keeps a close eye on his phone and drinks a bottle of water, trying not to get hard. Jared's probably had enough but wants to stick it out. A part of Jensen wishes he could of watch Jared struggle, watch how that plug pushed deeper into him with every move of his wrists, and hear that whimper when he realizes exactly what he's gotten into.
Jensen gets up, walks down the remaining steps to talk to a PA to make sure that they're both wrapped for the afternoon, and then turns back around to go back into the trailer. He knocks on the door, and he swears he can hear Jared freeze up.
Jensen opens and closes the door carefully, before coming in and nudging at the plug. Jensen prepares himself as Jared whimpers, shakes in his bonds, unable to move very far.
"Gonna fuck you," Jensen slides him backwards on the table so his ass hangs off the end, pressing his lips to Jared's ear. "Gonna fuck you just like this, gonna fuck you until you're begging me to come."
The first push in is loose, but Jared's insides are quivering from strain, and when Jensen starts pushing in, he's already driving Jared crazy, muscles shifting under his skin. Jared wriggles, whimpers, but the bonds hold him fast.
"Sir," Jared moans.
"Yes, Jared?" Jensen says, as levelly as he can imagine at this point.
"I want to come, sir. May I?"
"I don't know, have you given me what you said you would?"
"Yes sir." Jared says. "I need to come."
Jensen wishes he had the courage to turn Jared around and watch him lose the last shred of control he had left. Instead, he pulls Jared back, bucks into him in double time and undoes the cock ring.
"Come."
Jared comes wordlessly as he shakes to the core and pushes Jensen over the edge, too, pulling at his bonds like it's the last thing he'll ever do. They fuck through an aftershock, flesh slapping against flesh, and Jensen pulls out dutifully afterward. He hangs his head, passes a hand over his face before settling in to start undoing the binds. The rope's expensive enough that cutting right through it would be rather stupid, so he spends the time that's needed to pick at the knots, sticking fingers in them as if to relieve some of the tension Jared's put in them while struggling and trying to escape.
Jensen rubs at the skin around Jared's wrists, where the texture and pattern has settled in his skin. He does not understand where this sense of need comes from in Jared, but finds himself happy to oblige, to indulge Jared's whims as fully as he can.
Jared reaches up, stealing a heated kiss. "You're too good to me."
Jensen smirks, getting up to pull off the condom and dispose of it while picking up his pants. He throws Jared's clothes over to the coffee table, pressing his lips together firmly. "I just give you what you want, Jared. Clean up so we can go home."
Fandom-Pairing: CWRPS- Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Rating-Word Count- Notes: NC-17, ~1000 Words, for Oxoniensis' Porn Battle under the prompt of D/S, Bondage, Trailer.
Jared's kneeling at his legs, and there's a bag on the couch. Jensen packed it himself a few days ago, with gloves and a gag, a cockring and condoms, a plug, lube and rope. Jensen doesn't know why it's there. He'd packed it thinking he could stow it in the back of the car, always be up for anything like a good top, like a good man, like the kind Jared wanted and expected of him when they first started this. It's always formal, even though he feels like he's the captian of a sinking ship when he looks at Jared this way, outside of this part of them they're lovers, friends, costars and so much more, but this, this has lines and boundaries, and Jensen's not about to let those blur and compromise on a whim.
Jared stares at him, on his knees in baggy jeans and hands loosely crossed behind his back, waiting for something, anything to happen. Jensen knows he's supposed to be doing something, but isn't sure why the hell Jared wants this right now, would sort of like an explanation before anything starts. He fingers through Jared's hair in a moment of intimacy before pulling Jared's head back so far he has to arch his back and spread his knees further so he doesn't fall. If Jensen's going to do it, it will be on his terms.
"You know," Jensen says carefully, "If one wants something, it would be helpful if one would ask."
Jared's gaze is unwavering, but he stays silent for a moment, unsure. "I want you to tie me up. I want you to do it here. I'm...my scenes are done for the day and you could mark me up however you want and..."
Jensen retreats to the sofa, picks up the bag. Jared returns to his first position, the strain of the one Jensen had put him in too much to handle. "Getting caught is a pretty steep price for getting your kicks, you know. What will you give me in return?"
Jared's still looking off into the distance like Jensen's still standing next to him. "I won't come until you tell me to, and I'll do anything you want, after we're done. You can leave me here, as long as you think I can handle, I'll be real still and quiet and I promise you I won't get us caught. Please, sir. Anything."
Silence lingers in the room, until Jensen knows Jared's stopped waiting for an answer.
"Cute, Jared. That's real cute," Jensen remarks, and begins to pull out the rope. "Be a good boy and get naked."
He keeps his game face on, tying Jared down on a coffee table that may or may not be able to take his weight as it sits in the space between the couch and the door. He ties Jared's hands in the center of his back, and his feet so they mash into his face, knotting bundled ankles to a carefully roped neck. He doesn't want Jared to hurt, he wants to carefully hold control over the situation, over Jared, let it bounce between them like sound off walls. Still, this part of their relationship relies on taking safe risks in the dark area between sense and nonsense, power and helplessness. He's aware of what that takes.
When he's done, Jared's plugged and bound, and Jensen debates adding a little humiliation to the scene, looks at the gag, and then the black bag itself but decides against it. He picks up Jared's cell phone and looks up his own number, carefully selecting it as if to make a call before pushing it into Jared's tied up hand and putting the thumb over it. "I'm gonna go. When you're ready to get out, push the button your finger's on to call me."
"Wait, what?" Jared asks, he tries to move but he's stuck. "You're leaving?"
"You said I could do anything I wanted, Jared, and quite frankly I was gonna anyway. I'll be back in a while. Don't worry," Jensen smiles, opening the door, walking out and carefully closing it.
Jensen smokes a few cigarettes outside on the steps in front of Jared's trailer. He keeps a close eye on his phone and drinks a bottle of water, trying not to get hard. Jared's probably had enough but wants to stick it out. A part of Jensen wishes he could of watch Jared struggle, watch how that plug pushed deeper into him with every move of his wrists, and hear that whimper when he realizes exactly what he's gotten into.
Jensen gets up, walks down the remaining steps to talk to a PA to make sure that they're both wrapped for the afternoon, and then turns back around to go back into the trailer. He knocks on the door, and he swears he can hear Jared freeze up.
Jensen opens and closes the door carefully, before coming in and nudging at the plug. Jensen prepares himself as Jared whimpers, shakes in his bonds, unable to move very far.
"Gonna fuck you," Jensen slides him backwards on the table so his ass hangs off the end, pressing his lips to Jared's ear. "Gonna fuck you just like this, gonna fuck you until you're begging me to come."
The first push in is loose, but Jared's insides are quivering from strain, and when Jensen starts pushing in, he's already driving Jared crazy, muscles shifting under his skin. Jared wriggles, whimpers, but the bonds hold him fast.
"Sir," Jared moans.
"Yes, Jared?" Jensen says, as levelly as he can imagine at this point.
"I want to come, sir. May I?"
"I don't know, have you given me what you said you would?"
"Yes sir." Jared says. "I need to come."
Jensen wishes he had the courage to turn Jared around and watch him lose the last shred of control he had left. Instead, he pulls Jared back, bucks into him in double time and undoes the cock ring.
"Come."
Jared comes wordlessly as he shakes to the core and pushes Jensen over the edge, too, pulling at his bonds like it's the last thing he'll ever do. They fuck through an aftershock, flesh slapping against flesh, and Jensen pulls out dutifully afterward. He hangs his head, passes a hand over his face before settling in to start undoing the binds. The rope's expensive enough that cutting right through it would be rather stupid, so he spends the time that's needed to pick at the knots, sticking fingers in them as if to relieve some of the tension Jared's put in them while struggling and trying to escape.
Jensen rubs at the skin around Jared's wrists, where the texture and pattern has settled in his skin. He does not understand where this sense of need comes from in Jared, but finds himself happy to oblige, to indulge Jared's whims as fully as he can.
Jared reaches up, stealing a heated kiss. "You're too good to me."
Jensen smirks, getting up to pull off the condom and dispose of it while picking up his pants. He throws Jared's clothes over to the coffee table, pressing his lips together firmly. "I just give you what you want, Jared. Clean up so we can go home."