Fic: ANTMM - Top 12
Title: ANTMM - Top 12
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The boy who dreams a dream.
AN: Written in ANTMM ‘verse.
Panting hard, Jared tosses his sling bag and keys. The keys land on the table but he doesn't give a damn where his bag ends up. He's late, oh so late. This week's episode of America’s Next Top Male Model has run for about thirty minutes. He does Tivo it just like the previous episodes but he wants to always see them fresh and new when they're aired on TV.
He wonders what tonight is going to be about. Last week Jensen was in a tattered Batman costume and the still photo the judges chose has left Jared all hot and bothered. He and Jensen have never tried kinky stuff before so to find out that he has gotten impossibly hard at the picture of Jensen being held down, the villain pushing his knee into Jensen's spread legs - that makes Jared feel guilty. He shouldn't have enjoyed the sight. In fact, he should have been mad. Jensen is his.
Jared turns on his small plasma TV and huffs a relieved breath. He’s not missed the show completely. Now it's Jensen's turn to get his photo displayed, and Jared's breath catches. For the sweet love of… This time, shirtless, chest gleaming with sweat, a pair of jeans low on his hips, Jensen is splayed on his back on a Harley Davidson. His eyes are closed, seemingly to sleep. Jared swallows hard as he runs his eyes along the fine trail of hair on Jensen's perfectly toned stomach down to the waist of the jeans. The way Jensen hooks his thumbs into the front pockets pulls his jeans even lower. Jared groans, one hand hovering over his crotch, and - he finally gives in.
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Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The boy who dreams a dream.
AN: Written in ANTMM ‘verse.
Panting hard, Jared tosses his sling bag and keys. The keys land on the table but he doesn't give a damn where his bag ends up. He's late, oh so late. This week's episode of America’s Next Top Male Model has run for about thirty minutes. He does Tivo it just like the previous episodes but he wants to always see them fresh and new when they're aired on TV.
He wonders what tonight is going to be about. Last week Jensen was in a tattered Batman costume and the still photo the judges chose has left Jared all hot and bothered. He and Jensen have never tried kinky stuff before so to find out that he has gotten impossibly hard at the picture of Jensen being held down, the villain pushing his knee into Jensen's spread legs - that makes Jared feel guilty. He shouldn't have enjoyed the sight. In fact, he should have been mad. Jensen is his.
Jared turns on his small plasma TV and huffs a relieved breath. He’s not missed the show completely. Now it's Jensen's turn to get his photo displayed, and Jared's breath catches. For the sweet love of… This time, shirtless, chest gleaming with sweat, a pair of jeans low on his hips, Jensen is splayed on his back on a Harley Davidson. His eyes are closed, seemingly to sleep. Jared swallows hard as he runs his eyes along the fine trail of hair on Jensen's perfectly toned stomach down to the waist of the jeans. The way Jensen hooks his thumbs into the front pockets pulls his jeans even lower. Jared groans, one hand hovering over his crotch, and - he finally gives in.
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