Dec 22nd: Beer And Blowjobs
Title: Beer And Blowjobs
Authors: eviltwin & bloody_adorable
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS: Smoke & Lightning AU
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki / Chris Kane. Yeah, I went there. :D
Rating: Adult.
Summary: Jared and Chris get drunk. Jensen doesn't. Slight porn ensues.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
BEER AND BLOWJOBS
When he's drunk, Jared is affectionate almost to the point of being annoying. Especially when they're at Mickey's where everyone knows them so barely anyone looks twice. That's where they are tonight and Jensen is glad he isn't drinking because they got here in Chris's truck and Chris is pretty damn toasted as well. Jared's just thrown one arm around Jensen's shoulders and landed a smacking wet kiss on his cheek.
"Hey, baby," he says, loudly, and nudges against Jensen's hip. He thinks about ducking away for all of a second because, seriously, beer breath, but then decides against it because he doesn't want to fight with Jared tonight. Then Chris lands on his other side, clinging to his arm like it's all that's keeping him upright, and Jensen doesn't know where to put himself when Chris leans in and licks his neck. He doesn't care about nudging Chris away, and he does it quickly. Not as quickly as he wishes, but still. Good reactions, Ackles.
And then something even worse happens. Jared leans across him and grabs Chris by the arm and pulls him in front of Jensen.
Okay, Jensen thinks. It's really gotta be time to go. Watching your boyfriend and your best friend tangling tongues right in front of your face has got to be some kind of relationship-breaker. He slides an arm between them, pushing Jared back.
"Okay, that's enough."
"What? He's allowed to make out with you, but not me?" Jared asks.
"That's..." Jensen swallows. "Different."
Chris raises an eyebrow. "Different how?"
"I'm not explaining this to drunk people. Just... Please stop that."
"Is it turning you on?" Jared asks. Next thing Jensen knows, Jared's got a hand plastered to his crotch and he's really, really glad that the bar is so busy that nobody notices. He squeaks, which is pretty embarrassing, but Jared has a strong grip and it was kind of unexpected and, honestly, he doesn't think there's any reason for Chris to start licking his lips like that. It's just wrong. "Yeah. He's pretty turned on."
"We're going home," Jensen says, voice as firm as his dick.
It hurts to walk straight.
In the truck, they don't stop. Jared sits in the front between Jensen and Chris and Jensen kind of wishes he'd sat in the back because it's hard to concentrate on driving when your boyfriend is stripping off his shirt right next to you. Chris has his hand on his dick, stroking himself through his jeans, and Jared's playing with his nipple rings. It's just about too much, so Jensen pulls over and kills the engine and the lights.
"You two are going to kill us," he says, just before Jared grabs the back of his neck and drags him sideways into a sloppy, beery kiss. He's practically on Jared's lap then and he surrenders completely to it mainly because Chris's hands are on him and it feels way too good. Chris nudges Jared out of the way enough that he can kiss Jensen too and Jensen doesn't get why he has to be the sober one because it suddenly doesn't seem very fair. He pulls away slowly and manages to get back to sitting behind the wheel. His hard-on is kind of awkward, but he can work around it.
Jared leans in as he starts the engine again. "We goin' home?"
"'Less you want to do it right here and get us all arrested."
"Mm. Jeff and Stevie'll be in."
Jensen blinks. That's never bothered them before. He says as much and Jared only laughs, tells him it means he'll have to be pretty quiet. He sort of blushes at that, remembering the last time and how Stevie pounded on the locked garage door because she honestly thought that Jensen was in pain. He doesn't think he's ever been that embarrassed in front of a female before, including the time that he got pushed into the girls' bathroom at school when he was thirteen.
"I can be quiet," he mumbles.
He parks up in the drive outside the garage, right behind Jeff's car, and the three of them pile out and head inside. Jensen goes first, because he's not drunk, and finds that Jeff and Stevie are both still up and both looking at him like he just brought in a bad smell. Oh. Right.
"Uh. I'm going to get these two to bed," he says, completely unnecessarily. "They're a little drunk."
Jared snorts and grins, leaning on him. "I'm a big drunk," he amends.
Jeff rolls his eyes. "Need a hand?"
"He's good," Jared slurs. "He's got... Six."
Stevie shakes her head, looking from Jared to Jensen with something like pity. "Rather you than me," she says. Jensen wishes he could agree.
Once they're in the garage and the door is firmly locked, Jared finishes stripping off. He sprawls out on the couch looking ten kinds of hot and grins a lazy, slightly loopy grin at Jensen and Chris. "Who's first?"
Jensen groans at the question and quickly gets rid of his teeshirt as Chris also starts undressing. Jared grabs Chris first, hands around his waist, and pulls him close enough that he can mouth at the denim confining his dick. Jensen might forget how to breathe at the sight of that. He's not sure, since his brain seems to have vacated the premises as well. Jared's surprisingly co-ordinated as he unzips Chris's jeans and pulls them down and Jensen remembers his comment to Chris about blow-jobs from Jared. It looks like he may be about to experience it first-hand.
Chris trembles when Jared starts sucking on his dick. Jensen drops to his knees and crawls to the edge of the couch and then he's got a mouthful of Jared's dick and he feels the hitch in the body under him. So does Chris, judging by the sharp intake of breath. There's a loud hum of pleasure from Jared and he has one hand on Chris's ass and the other in Jensen's hair and it's absolutely fucking perfect as far as the three of them are concerned. Jensen does kind of wish that someone could suck his dick, but he guesses there'll be time enough for that soon.
He doesn't guess that Chris will come then, grabbing onto Jensen for support as he shoots into Jared's mouth. He doesn't expect him to fall back to the couch beside Jared and then kiss him to taste what's left before falling half asleep. Jared's close too, Jensen can feel it, and he draws back slowly to look up at him. Jared's eyes are heavy-lidded and he's smiling down at Jensen like he's really far away.
His grip in Jensen's hair tightens and that's all the warning he gets before he's fighting to swallow the other man's release. Jared groans quietly, through gritted teeth, bending over at first and collapsing back when he's about done. Jensen gets up, which is awkward, and braces his arm against the back of the couch as he leans in and kisses Jared's mouth. He's about ninety percent sure he's going to end up jerking off in bed when he hears the quiet snore.
"Jay?"
The snore's a little louder this time. Jensen is so reminding him of this next time he's accused of not being able to hold his drink. At least, he can argue, he's never fallen asleep the instant he's done having sex.
There's no room on the couch so he covers Jared up and fastens Chris's jeans again and goes up to bed alone, where he jacks himself until he comes only because he needs to, not because he particularly wants to. He thinks the two men downstairs owe him big time.
He thinks that tomorrow morning, hangovers or no, he is going to collect.
~The End~
Authors: eviltwin & bloody_adorable
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS: Smoke & Lightning AU
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki / Chris Kane. Yeah, I went there. :D
Rating: Adult.
Summary: Jared and Chris get drunk. Jensen doesn't. Slight porn ensues.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
BEER AND BLOWJOBS
When he's drunk, Jared is affectionate almost to the point of being annoying. Especially when they're at Mickey's where everyone knows them so barely anyone looks twice. That's where they are tonight and Jensen is glad he isn't drinking because they got here in Chris's truck and Chris is pretty damn toasted as well. Jared's just thrown one arm around Jensen's shoulders and landed a smacking wet kiss on his cheek.
"Hey, baby," he says, loudly, and nudges against Jensen's hip. He thinks about ducking away for all of a second because, seriously, beer breath, but then decides against it because he doesn't want to fight with Jared tonight. Then Chris lands on his other side, clinging to his arm like it's all that's keeping him upright, and Jensen doesn't know where to put himself when Chris leans in and licks his neck. He doesn't care about nudging Chris away, and he does it quickly. Not as quickly as he wishes, but still. Good reactions, Ackles.
And then something even worse happens. Jared leans across him and grabs Chris by the arm and pulls him in front of Jensen.
Okay, Jensen thinks. It's really gotta be time to go. Watching your boyfriend and your best friend tangling tongues right in front of your face has got to be some kind of relationship-breaker. He slides an arm between them, pushing Jared back.
"Okay, that's enough."
"What? He's allowed to make out with you, but not me?" Jared asks.
"That's..." Jensen swallows. "Different."
Chris raises an eyebrow. "Different how?"
"I'm not explaining this to drunk people. Just... Please stop that."
"Is it turning you on?" Jared asks. Next thing Jensen knows, Jared's got a hand plastered to his crotch and he's really, really glad that the bar is so busy that nobody notices. He squeaks, which is pretty embarrassing, but Jared has a strong grip and it was kind of unexpected and, honestly, he doesn't think there's any reason for Chris to start licking his lips like that. It's just wrong. "Yeah. He's pretty turned on."
"We're going home," Jensen says, voice as firm as his dick.
It hurts to walk straight.
In the truck, they don't stop. Jared sits in the front between Jensen and Chris and Jensen kind of wishes he'd sat in the back because it's hard to concentrate on driving when your boyfriend is stripping off his shirt right next to you. Chris has his hand on his dick, stroking himself through his jeans, and Jared's playing with his nipple rings. It's just about too much, so Jensen pulls over and kills the engine and the lights.
"You two are going to kill us," he says, just before Jared grabs the back of his neck and drags him sideways into a sloppy, beery kiss. He's practically on Jared's lap then and he surrenders completely to it mainly because Chris's hands are on him and it feels way too good. Chris nudges Jared out of the way enough that he can kiss Jensen too and Jensen doesn't get why he has to be the sober one because it suddenly doesn't seem very fair. He pulls away slowly and manages to get back to sitting behind the wheel. His hard-on is kind of awkward, but he can work around it.
Jared leans in as he starts the engine again. "We goin' home?"
"'Less you want to do it right here and get us all arrested."
"Mm. Jeff and Stevie'll be in."
Jensen blinks. That's never bothered them before. He says as much and Jared only laughs, tells him it means he'll have to be pretty quiet. He sort of blushes at that, remembering the last time and how Stevie pounded on the locked garage door because she honestly thought that Jensen was in pain. He doesn't think he's ever been that embarrassed in front of a female before, including the time that he got pushed into the girls' bathroom at school when he was thirteen.
"I can be quiet," he mumbles.
He parks up in the drive outside the garage, right behind Jeff's car, and the three of them pile out and head inside. Jensen goes first, because he's not drunk, and finds that Jeff and Stevie are both still up and both looking at him like he just brought in a bad smell. Oh. Right.
"Uh. I'm going to get these two to bed," he says, completely unnecessarily. "They're a little drunk."
Jared snorts and grins, leaning on him. "I'm a big drunk," he amends.
Jeff rolls his eyes. "Need a hand?"
"He's good," Jared slurs. "He's got... Six."
Stevie shakes her head, looking from Jared to Jensen with something like pity. "Rather you than me," she says. Jensen wishes he could agree.
Once they're in the garage and the door is firmly locked, Jared finishes stripping off. He sprawls out on the couch looking ten kinds of hot and grins a lazy, slightly loopy grin at Jensen and Chris. "Who's first?"
Jensen groans at the question and quickly gets rid of his teeshirt as Chris also starts undressing. Jared grabs Chris first, hands around his waist, and pulls him close enough that he can mouth at the denim confining his dick. Jensen might forget how to breathe at the sight of that. He's not sure, since his brain seems to have vacated the premises as well. Jared's surprisingly co-ordinated as he unzips Chris's jeans and pulls them down and Jensen remembers his comment to Chris about blow-jobs from Jared. It looks like he may be about to experience it first-hand.
Chris trembles when Jared starts sucking on his dick. Jensen drops to his knees and crawls to the edge of the couch and then he's got a mouthful of Jared's dick and he feels the hitch in the body under him. So does Chris, judging by the sharp intake of breath. There's a loud hum of pleasure from Jared and he has one hand on Chris's ass and the other in Jensen's hair and it's absolutely fucking perfect as far as the three of them are concerned. Jensen does kind of wish that someone could suck his dick, but he guesses there'll be time enough for that soon.
He doesn't guess that Chris will come then, grabbing onto Jensen for support as he shoots into Jared's mouth. He doesn't expect him to fall back to the couch beside Jared and then kiss him to taste what's left before falling half asleep. Jared's close too, Jensen can feel it, and he draws back slowly to look up at him. Jared's eyes are heavy-lidded and he's smiling down at Jensen like he's really far away.
His grip in Jensen's hair tightens and that's all the warning he gets before he's fighting to swallow the other man's release. Jared groans quietly, through gritted teeth, bending over at first and collapsing back when he's about done. Jensen gets up, which is awkward, and braces his arm against the back of the couch as he leans in and kisses Jared's mouth. He's about ninety percent sure he's going to end up jerking off in bed when he hears the quiet snore.
"Jay?"
The snore's a little louder this time. Jensen is so reminding him of this next time he's accused of not being able to hold his drink. At least, he can argue, he's never fallen asleep the instant he's done having sex.
There's no room on the couch so he covers Jared up and fastens Chris's jeans again and goes up to bed alone, where he jacks himself until he comes only because he needs to, not because he particularly wants to. He thinks the two men downstairs owe him big time.
He thinks that tomorrow morning, hangovers or no, he is going to collect.
~The End~