Fic: Off the Script, Supernatural RPS, NC17, J2, 3/3, COMPLETE
***
That was one of the more expensive movies of their series, because of the outside scene (more complicated than someone’s house) and the extras. Most scenes were just Jared and Jensen indoors going at it like slightly kinky bunnies in an extremely cheesy setup, but this movie had other people. Jensen didn’t really mind being watched (it was better then an orgy, anyway) but he'd gotten used to filming just with Jared.
He’d gotten used to Jared’s favorite game of trying to tickle him at the most inconvenient times without being caught on camera. He’d gotten used to Jared whispering “I vant to drrrink your bloood,” in a vague and appalling European accent before ‘sexily’ biting Jensen’s neck and blaming him when Jensen couldn’t help but laugh and screw up the take. He’d gotten used to lounging with Jared on set in costumes or bathrobes between shots eating gummi bears and donuts, while the lighting and props people bustled around them.
Jared, of course, was always happy to be talking, and the crowd of extras who chatted and joked with them (by them Jensen obviously really meant Jared) appeared to be welcome. Jared also didn't seem to mind the fact that one of the extras - with a tight, smooth, young body on display in strategically placed leather - had been unable to drag his eyes away from Jared’s crotch for the past two days.
Jensen was in a bad mood.
His mood was obviously not helped by the fact that he’d been goddam hard all day. Stupid delayed orgasm scenes. These were pretty much the only types of movies that ever focused on his dick, so he pretty much had to be hard all the way through. He’d jerked off in the shower in his trailer, fucking his own soapy fist, unable to stop the image - the desire, the fucking need - from raging through him for Jared to make good on what he’d promised movie!Jensen in his stupid sex-drenched voice. Jensen was a freaking porn-star, for God’s sake. For him, orgasms should be like brushing his teeth - simply routine, personal maintenance. Not stupid, technicolor imagery creating a deep, aching need for something more than the mechanics of his own hand.
Jensen was in a very bad mood.
“Hey, Jensen.”
Jensen turned at the sound of Jared calling him, a half-smile on his face. They could go home and get pizza and beer, and Jensen could fall asleep on Jared’s couch watching TV until Jared pulled/bullied/carried him off to the spare bedroom.
They’d gotten into the routine of Jensen going to Jared’s most days after shooting, usually staying the night in Jared’s extra bedroom. Jensen would never admit it, but he really liked Jared’s house. It was open and airy and filled with things that were comfortable and useful, things that didn’t go together and sometimes were even downright fugly. Things Jared had collected over time and liked, and kept no matter whether other people thought they were appealing or not. Simple as that. It was pretty much the same with his clothes: Jared Padalecki had never met a personal stylist or interior designer (or at least never listened to anything they told him) that was for sure.
Jensen’s apartment was stylish and expensive, and uncomfortable furniture must be all the rage right now, because he was pretty sure one of his chairs (picked out by an interior designer, of course) was trying to kill him. Or at least to give him a hernia.
It was possible Jensen might be just the tiniest bit afraid of his own apartment.
So he was more than happy to stay over at Jared’s. In fact, he’d been staying over at Jared’s so often, he might as well have been living there. It had benefits.
Jared was a morning person. Jensen was not. This worked out really well for Jensen, actually, because when he stayed over Jared would usually already have gone running and picked up coffee and donuts by the time Jensen got out of bed.
Jared said that you could judge how much Harley, one of his dogs, liked someone by how much he drooled on them. Judging by Jensen’s favorite jeans, Harley really liked him a lot. Sadie wasn't sure about him yet, but one morning when Jared was out picking up coffee and donuts Sadie relented enough to let Jensen feed her and after that, if Jared wasn’t there, she’d accept an occasional pet or two.
Always competitive at heart, Jensen was running a stealthy campaign - mostly based on bribery by pizza and donuts - to get her to like him best.
He was looking forward to continuing with that fiendish plan tonight, now that they were done filming for the day.
Instead, Jared was surrounded now by an entourage of eight or so other people, including the pretty little twink (Julian? Jamie? Josh?) with the Padadick obsession.
“We’re all going to the bar, Jensen, to get a few beers. Gonna come with us?”
Jensen’s immediate reaction was No and Hell no. That must have shown on his face, though, because Jared’s tone shifted over into persuasion.
“C’mon, no karaoke this time, I promise. Just beer, barstools and stale peanuts. Whaddya say?”
Beer, your couch and pizza sounds better Jensen thought, but did not say.
He opened his mouth to refuse, but caught sight of Jeremy/Jack checking out Jared’s butt and what actually came out was, “Stale peanuts? How could I pass that up?”
***
Of course Jensen wasn’t jealous. That was ridiculous. But Jared was a nice guy. A nice guy in porn for God’s sake, and Jensen was his friend.
Jensen rolled that word over in his mouth, an unheard whisper under the noise of the bar. Friend. Jensen hadn’t really had a friend since junior high and the word tasted strange in his mouth. Good, but slightly disturbing - like really spicy food.
Anyway, Jared was his friend, so therefore Jensen should be looking out for him, right? That was what friends did. Jensen knew the drill - he'd watched TV.
He needed to save Jared from that little twink, whose name turned out to be Justin and who was clearly only interested in Jared’s dick. Justin the Twink was sitting so close to Jared he might as well have been sitting in his lap, and using the noise from the jukebox as an excuse to whisper his conversation to Jared, leaning up so far that his lips touched Jared’s ear as he talked.
Jared didn’t seem to mind all that much, but then, Jared clearly needed saving from himself.
Jensen was just about to get Jared’s attention (by forcing him to buy more beer, thus both cleverly separating him from the Justin the Twink and, hey, also getting more beer - Jensen was a genius). But then Jared suddenly laughed hugely at something Justin the Skanky Twink had said, and JtST took the opportunity to climb into Jared’s lap. Jared laughed again and supported JtST with his huge hands resting on JtST’s skinny butt.
Jensen stared for a few long moments at Jared’s hands on JtST’s ass. Those hands weren't moving.
Jensen downed his beer.
“Hey,” he said, turning to the guy next to him with a smile, “how about you buy me another beer.”
The guy looked a little stunned. He was a cameraman, Jensen thought, not one of the extras.
“Ah. Sure,” he said, blinking.
“Thanks, Dean,” Jensen said, patting his knee.
“It’s Dave.”
“Right. Dave.” Jensen turned up the smile-wattage and Dave looked slightly dazed.
“OK,” Dave squeaked, and went off to get the beer.
Jensen ignored Jared’s eyes as he followed Dave to the bar.
“It’s coming!” Dave said when Jensen tapped him on the shoulder, apparently afraid he’d been too slow in getting the beer, even though it had been less than a minute.
Jensen toyed with the idea of saying something like, ‘why don’t we come, instead, big boy,’ but that was clearly the porn talking. Instead, he said, “Do you want to leave?” Nothing fancy, but he looked Dave directly in the eye, giving him every ounce of his looks and a smile that spoke of experience.
“Yeah,” Dave said hoarsely, clearly unable to believe his luck.
Jensen turned and walked out of the bar, not checking to see if Dave was following, or if Jared was looking.
He paused outside the bar. Left or right? There’d be an alley. There was always an alley.
“Come back to my place?” Dave asked hopefully, coming up to stand beside him, a tentative hand on Jensen’s arm.
Jensen always said no. He hadn't shared a bed with anyone in the last ten years, without twenty other guys around holding equipment, chewing gum and slurping coffee.
Just a restroom, or a dark corner or an always-available alley when the need got too much, with his jeans either pushed down just as far as his thighs or growing dirty at the knees. But a nasty stray thought popped up in Jensen’s mind as he contemplated a sleazy back alley fuck: What would Jared think? He chased the thought away.
“Yeah,” Jensen said. “OK.”
By the time they got to Dave’s apartment (fairly nice - small, but well-maintained and in a pretty good area), Jensen remembered why he hadn’t done this with anyone in such a long time, especially someone he was going to see again. Going home with someone required small talk - the absolute work of the devil. On the way there, Jensen had considered just leaning over and blowing Dave in the front seat and then telling him to drop him off at home. But Dave was driving and that was a recipe for vehicular manslaughter, so Jensen toughed it out instead.
He was tired, though, by the time they got there, remembering all the reasons why this was such a stupid idea. Still, they were here now, and Jensen Ackles was no tease.
“Can I get you a cup of coffee?” Dave asked, nervously, once they were inside. “Maybe that beer?”
Have you got something stronger? Jensen thought, but just shook his head, wanting to get this over with and then sleep off his rapidly increasing headache.
Jensen eyed the couch. Convenient. He pulled off his T-Shirt and dropped his hands to his fly, then turned to look at Dave. Dave was staring at his bare chest as though it was the Holy Grail. Jensen was surprised. It wasn’t like Dave hadn’t seen it before, but Jensen guessed the difference was he hadn’t seen it before when it was for him. Dave was gazing at him with something like awe and when he looked up to meet Jensen’s eyes he blushed and grinned happily.
What the hell, Jensen thought, smiling back, a little lopsided, but genuine. I guess he can have the whole treatment, now that I’m here.
“Bedroom?”
Dave grinned wider and led the way.
Jensen got on the bed and lay back, spreading his limbs slightly. Invitingly. This, at least, he knew how to make easier. This was his forte - not small talk. He looked at Dave as he opened his fly, letting his boxers show through, perfectly aware of what he looked like.
He cocked an eyebrow, and Dave got with the program and started undressing.
Dave was a fairly good-looking guy, maybe a wannabe back in his day who'd come out to LA to make the big time, and ended up better off than most with a job in the business and a modest, steady income.
Either way, any potential desire to be in front of the camera must have been long gone by now. Dave was in his mid-thirties or so and his blondish hair was just starting to thin. When he pulled off his shirt it revealed a soft, pale belly, which he was clearly a little self-conscious of because he held his shirt scrunched up protectively in front of it for a moment, before screwing up the courage to drop the shirt on the floor.
A mile away from Jared’s tanned, world-beating six-pack.
Jensen smiled again, relaxing a little more. “Come on over,” he said, part teasing, part challenging, all inviting, and Dave lit up like a Christmas tree and dived for the bed.
Not much finesse in pulling down Jensen’s jeans and boxers, but Jensen helped him out. Not much finesse with the blowjob either, but a lot of eagerness. Jensen thought briefly about how much better a job he could do in Dave's place, but he made encouraging noises and threaded his fingers gently through Dave’s hair, not thinking about how much thinner and shorter it was than Jared’s would have been instead.
Still, a hot wet mouth was a hot wet mouth and Jensen was very experienced at achieving orgasms in less than perfect circumstances, so he managed to come before Dave got a sore jaw or lost any of his endearing enthusiasm for the job.
He warned Dave with a gentle touch and a whispered word, not the rude pulling of hair, or jerking away that was the staple of porn. But Dave just sucked harder, so Jensen shrugged, and came with a genuine groan in Dave’s mouth.
Dave swallowed, and pulled away, gently cradling Jensen’s spent cock.
“What do you want, Dave?” Jensen asked.
Dave’s eyes flicked to Jensen’s mouth, and Jensen smiled, licking his lips deliberately, which made Dave’s face color a little more.
He swapped places with Dave and leaned over him, pleased to be in this position. So much easier on the knees.
He relieved Dave of his pants and shorts and got down to business with a blowjob deluxe. Dave’s size was modest, which made blowjobs easier on the jaw, if not as sexy. Jensen thought briefly that since they were both getting blowjobs, they should have done it in reverse order, because he was definitely going to show Dave a trick or two for future reference, and Dave could have used those on him. But that sounded ungrateful in his head, and so he gave the unknowing Dave an extra swirl of the tongue in mute apology.
Jensen took care of Dave in short order, which was to be expected, and he swallowed too even though he usually didn’t in these brief encounters, but he felt he had to this time because, hey, who wants to be outdone by an amateur?
Dave was better at receiving head than giving it - no ear- or hair-pulling, minimal thrusting and good personal hygiene. Altogether, it made for an experience that wasn't actually unpleasant, and Jensen smiled as he sat up and groped for his t-shirt while Dave lay there, looking awestruck and exhausted from a simple blowjob.
“Stay?” Dave asked.
Jensen hesitated. He was tired and he'd have to get a cab, and the bed was body-warm and tempting. The look in Dave’s eyes was a little alarming, though, so Jensen shook his head, although he smiled and touched Dave’s hand before getting up. “No. But thanks.”
Dave saw him to the door with a sheet wrapped around him, looking disappointed. Jensen thought about saying, ‘don’t tell anyone.’ But Dave didn’t deserve that, so he didn't. He just said goodnight and left for his lonely, uncomfortable bed and wasn't quite able to keep himself from wondering if Jared had let Justin stay.
***
Fuck, but Jensen was embarrassed. What the hell had he been thinking, doing that after ten years of not screwing the cast and crew (off-camera anyway)? He’d taken pains his whole career to not be thought of as the set bike, and now he'd bet every fucking extra and crewmember was going to be trying to get into his pants.
Jensen wore his sunglasses onto the set, though he wasn't remotely hung over after only having had two beers. Still, it might not be a bad idea to let people think he was.
Also - after he’d grabbed a cup of coffee and taken a deep breath and gone to sit on his chair, which was next to Jared’s like always - it meant Jared couldn’t see Jensen’s eyes checking him over for hickeys. None visible. But there were slight circles under Jared’s eyes, which was unusual, and even more unusual, there was a scowl on his face. It looked so unnatural that it made Jensen feel almost nauseous.
“You left early last night,” Jared said shortly.
Jensen shrugged, “Stale peanuts weren't that great after all. Who knew?”
Silence.
“Dave give you a ride home?” Jared asked, not at all casually.
Like everybody didn’t know. Like Dave wasn’t talking about that ‘ride’ to every bastard on set.
“Yeah.” Jensen pretended to be focused on the ‘script’ (as much as such things could be called scripts).
Jensen could hear Jared breathing a little harshly, like he was trying to remain calm. What was his problem? Was he… jealous? Jensen tried not to analyze his own reaction to that, but suddenly didn’t feel so bad about the shit he was going to have to take about it from the crew, since there was only one more day to go, after all. He’d probably have to see some of them again in the future, anyway, but... maybe it wasn’t so bad.
“Have a good time?” Jared’s attempts at casual weren’t getting any better.
“Yes,” Jensen said, feeling better all the time. “Very nice.” Jensen sipped his coffee with great equanimity.
“Good,” Jared said. “Great. Me too.”
“Oh yeah?” Jensen inquired casually. He was definitely a better actor than Jared.
“Yeah. One of those guys? Justin? He was great. After the bar I took him back to my place.”
“Hmm,” Jensen said, sounding as disinterested as he could, frowning and running his finger over a line in the script. Hoping Jared would get the hint. He really didn’t need to hear this.
“Would you believe the guy had never seen ‘The Lost Boys’?” Jared snorted. “Can you believe it? Gay, in the movie industry, alive, and never seen ‘The Lost Boys’. I fixed that, though.”
Jensen swallowed around the nausea in his throat. He hadn’t wanted to hear about Jared fucking Justin upside-down against a wall, but that would be much better than hearing about them watching TV on Jared’s couch. On their couch.
“I had a great time with Dave,” Jensen said, stressing the great, although until this moment he’d been pretty sure he was going to deny everything. “Experience counts, you know?” He got up and hoped his legs would hold him as he continued. “It’s really nice to fuck someone with a little finesse, who doesn’t think size is everything.”
And with that, Jensen swept away leaving Jared staring after him.
As he rounded the corner, of course he ran directly into Dave. Perfect.
“Hi,” Dave said, looking nervous.
“Hi,” Jensen replied. Fuck, he really wasn’t used to running into guys the morning after. He had no idea what to say.
“I, uh, I didn’t tell anyone,” Dave said. “About last night.”
“Right,” Jensen said, surprised.
“I mean, I wanted to,” Dave smiled. “Who wouldn’t? But I figured you wouldn’t want me to.”
Christ. Anybody else on the set would have had a shirt printed up with “I Fucked Jensen Ackles” on it. Between Dave and Jared the only two nice guys in porn were on the same set. What were the freakin’ odds?
“Thanks,” Jensen said, meaning it.
“So, uh,” Dave was blushing. Blushing. On a porn set ferchrissake. “Are you free tonight?”
“Sorry, Dave,” he said, feeling like an asshole. “I had a really good time last night, but, I’m uh, not really looking for anything like that to happen again. I’m sorry.”
Dave’s face went from hopeful to dejected. Oh, God. Jensen was acting like a real prince today.
“Yeah, I figured,” Dave said. “A guy like me only gets that lucky once.”
“I got pretty lucky, too,” Jensen said, groping around for the right words. “You were just what I needed. Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” Dave said.
“No, no, no. Thank you.”
And because that was the way things were going for Jensen, Jared walked past, scowling, just as they were laughing and Dave clapped Jensen on the back.
As they got into position for the final day’s filming, Jared was still scowling. “I guess I’m lucky these films don’t call for any finesse now, huh?”
***
Jensen’s ass was sore. Not painful, it just made him more aware of that part of his anatomy than he really liked to be. The final day of filming had required Jensen to wear a buttplug almost permanently, and when he wasn’t, he was getting some rough fucking as Cole got, uh, a little bit carried by Matthew’s charms. He’d used some cream like he always did after a rough scene… better safe than sorry, but there were no tears or bleeding. It would take more than any script or bad mood to make Jared Padalecki that kind of rough.
Still, Jensen was pretty glad today was the last day of filming, which had been deliberate. They’d switched filming parts of the blowjob scenes for Movie Two and the other parts of Three around so that the actual rougher penetrations for Three would come last, after they’d wrapped up Two the day before and already finished the rest of Three.
Everyone was going out to a wrap party tonight, including the crew and the extras from the impromptu celebration last night. Including JtST. Jensen didn't plan on going.
A week ago Jared had made him promise to go, calling him antisocial and thwacking him over the head with one of the couch cushions because Jensen had said that he never went to wrap parties. Still, Jensen didn’t think Jared would care anymore. After today they’d never have to see each other again, which was... Which was… Which was fine. Completely fine. Because Jensen had been perfectly fine before Jared Padalecki, and he’d be perfectly fine after. Just fine. Fine.
He'd finished packing up his stuff from his trailer when he looked up to see Jared standing at the door, watching him with unreadable eyes.
Jensen swallowed a little, slightly unnerved by Jared’s famously open face (I’m happy! I’m sad! I’m hungry! I’m concentrating! I’m so pleased with myself I woke you up, you cranky bastard, I’mma explode!) looking so closed-off.
“Come to say goodbye?” Jensen asked, casually.
“Not coming to the party?”
Jensen laughed flatly. “No.”
“Want to go back to your place instead?”
“What?” They never went to Jensen’s, and… and Jared still wanted to spend time with him? Jensen’s heart beat a little faster.
Jared shrugged, “They’d probably come looking for us at mine. No one would dare go to your place.”
That was for sure.
“Won’t Justin the Skanky Twink miss you?” Oops - Jensen hadn’t necessarily meant to say that.
“Not as much as Dave the Elderly Cameraman will miss you,” Jared shot back.
“He’s not elderly!” Jensen said, offended on Dave’s behalf, but pleased to see a glimmer of amusement creep onto Jared’s face.
“And Justin’s not skanky. He’s very nice.”
“Dave’s nicer!”
“You want to go to the party with them so we can find out for sure?”
“No!” Jensen said, instantly.
“Good.” Jared paused for a moment. “Justin was nice except for how he kept accidentally falling into my lap for awhile there, but once ‘The Lost Boys’ started he only had eyes for Jason Patric, so my virtue was safe.”
“Good,” Jensen said, feeling sick with relief. And then sicker with guilt. He shifted his weight uneasily. “As for my virtue,” he said, trying for a casual tone, “that ship sailed long ago, so I didn’t protect it last night.” Jensen resisted the urge to add something ridiculous, like sorry, and I’ll never do it again, because whatever he’d done last night was none of Jared’s business. Right?
“OK,” Jared said. He looked at Jensen for a long moment. “You gonna see him again?”
“No,” Jensen said, quickly. “No. It was a mistake, that’s all.”
“Good,” Jared’s posture relaxed a little.
“I feel kind of bad though,” Jensen said. “He really was nice, and, uh,” Jensen wanted to say something like really into me, but thought that sounded too sixteen-year-old girl, “I think he was looking for somebody.”
“Maybe he and Justin can get together,” Jared suggested, stepping back out of the door as Jensen checked around to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything.
“Hmm,” Jensen replied, thinking Dave deserved better than JtST, because Jensen definitely hadn’t completely forgiven JtST for climbing into Jared’s lap, even though he knew that the kid hadn’t been able to make it count in the end.
***
Jensen deactivated the alarm and threw his keys down. The security guard, Joe, at the building entrance had given him a look when Jared followed him in, because Jensen never brought anyone home. It had been a goddamn happy look, almost paternal even, and when Jensen had glanced back, Joe had given him a wink and a big thumbs up.
Jensen didn’t think he’d ever been so embarrassed in his life.
“Heavy security,” Jared noted, looking around the apartment.
“Yeah,” Jensen replied. “Got to watch out for those rabid fanboys, after all.”
He forced himself not to fidget as Jared looked at him thoughtfully. Since when had Jared gotten so intense?
“So,” Jensen said, cracking under the uncomfortable scrutiny, “you wanna watch ‘Ghostbusters’?”
“Did you bring him back here?” Jared asked.
Jensen stopped the Who? before it got out, remembering Dave only just in time. Clearly, though, Jared hadn't forgotten Dave at all.
“You’ve never brought me here before,” Jared continued.
“No,” Jensen said, “I went back to his place.”
Jared nodded, apparently satisfied by that, but he didn’t look any less intense.
“What did you do?”
“Huh?”
“Together. What did you do?”
“Whoa, TMI! I don’t kiss and tell.”
Jared approached.
“Did you kiss him?” Jared asked, looking a little upset. “You and I have never kissed, you know.”
Hookers and porn stars tended to have these ridiculous ‘no kiss’ rules. Jensen had never cared before either way, but now he found himself licking his lips nervously and thinking that Jared was absolutely right. And that it was a big, damn shame.
“No.”
“Good.” Jared’s sunny grin was back finally, the sun breaking out from behind the clouds. Jensen laughed at how it changed his whole demeanor.
“What’s it to you anyway?” Jensen challenged, half-serious.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” Jared said, politely. “If you don’t mind?”
“That’s your pickup line?” Jensen asked, incredulously.
“I’m in porn, Jensen,” Jared said patiently. “I don’t know any good pickup lines.”
He tipped Jensen’s face up then, and ran his thumb across Jensen’s jaw.
Jared kissed like Jensen had always imagined he would, and Jensen felt that he could probably admit now that he had done some imagining. It was slow and soft, like Jared’s famously sexy drawl. Confident but gentle. Sweet and perfect.
Jensen kissed back and maneuvered Jared onto the sofa, where they necked like horny teenagers.
“Damn,” Jared said breathlessly, when they broke apart.
“Yeah,” Jensen said, smugly.
Jared jabbed him in the ribs, “I didn’t mean the kiss, you conceited bastard. I was just commenting on how ridiculously uncomfortable your stupid furniture is.”
Jensen knew that wasn’t what Jared had meant at all, but he definitely had a good point about the couch.
“You want to go into the bedroom?”
Jared laughed. “Hell, yeah.”
Jensen pulled Jared into the bedroom and pushed him down on the bed.
He slapped Jared’s hands away when they reached for him, enjoying the chance to finally be the one controlling things for a change. He stripped Jared efficiently, legs braced on either side of Jared’s hips and leaning over him.
Jared was grinning up at him, looking more goofy than sexy at the moment, but Jensen thought he’d never looked better.
Jensen pulled off his own shirt, and Jared’s eyes roamed over his chest.
“You really are incredibly beautiful,” Jared said. “It’s actually kind of annoying.”
“Jealous?” Jensen said, cocking an eyebrow.
“Nah, I’m just thinking about how disturbing it’s going to be to wake up to your face every morning. I’ll be asleep, and then the first thing I see when I open my eyes’ll be your face. There’s no call to look like that first thing in the morning. I’ll go blind in a week.”
Jensen tried not to react to Jared’s casual assumption that waking up together would be a regular part of their future, but his heart beat faster all the same.
“At least you’ll go blind looking at something pretty,” he said easily. “Because it’ll be your fugly shirts that get me.”
Jared just grinned and worked on Jensen’s jeans. There was a hitch in getting them off - awkward in a way things never were when they were scripted… perfect in a way things never were when they were scripted.
Jensen settled down next to Jared, naked and waiting for the next part to begin.
“Are you sore?” Jared asked, hand skimming down Jensen’s ribs to his waist.
Jensen shook his head, sucking in a breath and trying not to squirm under the promise in that gentle touch.
“Lemme see?” Jared asked.
Jensen rolled over onto his belly and pulled a pillow under his chest, spreading his legs and letting Jared slide between them, his eyes falling closed as Jared kissed gently down his spine.
His hands moving smoothly, Jared stroked over Jensen's cheeks and pulled them apart, and Jensen shifted, pressing his growing erection into the mattress.
Jared continued dropping hot, wet kisses down past the small of his back, and Jensen jerked when he felt Jared's lips press against his hole.
“Fuck,” Jensen breathed reverentially into the pillow.
Jared laughed softly, “Maybe later.” Jensen could feel the huff of Jared’s breath on his sensitive skin, and shivered in response.
Jared tongued Jensen softly, huge hands holding Jensen’s thighs wide open. Jensen squirmed in unmistakable pleasure.
“I’m gonna make you come just like this,” Jared said, sounding ridiculously happy. “Your poor hole looks a little sore and swollen, but I’m gonna make it better, gonna soothe it and lick it until you make a mess all over your sheets.”
Jensen held back a groan, and managed to keep his voice mostly steady. “Well, quit talking and do it, then. No-one’s listening to you, and you’re not getting paid by the hour right now.”
Jared laughed and bit that skin gently, making Jensen swear all over again. Jensen pushed back, unable to stop himself, and Jared licked and sucked and fucked him with his tongue.
Jensen tried to bury most of his noises in a pillow, but kept gasping for breath and throwing his head back unconsciously, because what Jared was doing felt just so incredibly good. He was surprised to discover his own apparently natural porny tendencies, when he came with a porn-star groan while fucking the mattress again and again.
Afterwards, he just sighed, happy and totally relaxed as Jared soothed his tongue lazily over Jensen’s sensitive skin, where he felt soft and tender and fucked wide open.
“You gonna fuck me, Jared?” Jensen said softly, spreading his legs further apart.
“Nah,” Jared said and Jensen could feel his smile against his lower back, “already taken care of.” He moved, and his wet, spent cock rubbed deliberately up against Jensen's calf.
“Against the sheets, Jared?” Jensen laughed, teasing him gently. “Thought you had stamina.”
Jared bit lightly against his buttcheek in retaliation. “It’s just those noises you made when I was tonguing you. I know they’re your specialty and all, but, um…” Jared sounded kind of embarrassed, but moved up to lie next to Jensen and smile sheepishly, “they’re just so unbelievably sexy when I know you really mean them.”
Jensen felt himself coloring slightly, possibly the first natural blush for him in the last ten years.
“I’ve kind of been meaning them all along with you,” he said softly.
Jared’s smile was blinding, and Jensen felt the warmth of the sun lighting his face again.
“Let’s get some sleep,” he said, before he became unbearably sappy.
“Yeah, but there’s something I’ve got to do first,” Jared said, looking serious.
“What?” Jensen asked, a little worried.
And Jared kissed him, again and again and again.
***
Epilogue
“Hi honey, I’m home,” Jared called.
Jensen heard Jared’s bag hit the floor, and the sudden scramble as both dogs tried to be the first to jump up all over him.
It was another five minutes before Jared escaped the dogs' attention and shut them in the living room, making his way into the kitchen.
“Oh my God,” Jared said, awe and amusement in his voice. “You cooked.”
“Yup,” Jensen said. Cooking, Jensen had discovered, was not as hard as he'd thought. You could cheat, for one thing. You could buy steak marinade in bottles, and since both he and Jared would eat steaks anywhere from well-done to bloody, it was nearly impossible to screw that up short of setting the grill on fire. You could buy pasta salad at the deli counter and green salad in bags - you didn’t even have to chop anything. Jensen did, however, take full credit for the cookies for dessert (though he’d followed Jared’s recipe to the letter). “I’m domesticated.”
Jared snorted. “Special occasion?” he asked, because God knew Jensen wouldn’t have cooked otherwise. Jared was the one who did almost all the cooking. Once, Jensen had even persuaded him to cook wearing nothing but an apron. The food had been ruined, but neither of them had really cared.
Jensen just said, “Get some drinks, will you? This is ready to eat. How was school?” he added. Jared was in his third year at UCLA now.
“Oh, you know,” Jared said, with a grin. “Still acing my drama class, still haven’t persuaded them to put your book on the American Literature reading list. Yet.”
Their three movies had been their last, and they’d been the most successful porno films ever. Jared had made enough to finance his way through college and Jensen… Jensen wanted to retire at the top of his game. And the thought of doing them anymore after that, when he was with Jared, was just… wrong. Jensen was apparently naturally monogamous. Who knew?
He’d had no idea what the hell he was going to do for the first few months until one day, while Jared had been talking about one of his college books, Jensen had accidentally let slip that he’d taken a writing course a few years ago between films.
Jensen had told himself it had been to better understand films for his acting career, but really it had been more of a whim, a stifled dream. And Jared had seen through him like glass and badgered him into writing. Writing. What the hell was he going to write about?
About himself, it turned out in the end. The novel was a thinly-disguised autobiography, which had made the best-seller list as a realistic, shocking but non-sensationalist look into child abuse and the pornography industry. It had also sparked furious interest in the identity of the novel’s paedophile, ‘Senator Bains’. The sudden retirement of Senator MacMillan of California afterwards had not gone unnoticed.
Jensen had joked it was a lot easier than therapy - definitely cheaper too, profitable even, and probably more effective.
He'd had no idea what he was going to do next, though. After all, he could only really write one autobiography. He’d only had one life.
“So come on,” Jared said, finishing up the last of his (extremely rare - Jensen wasn’t a patient cook) steak. “What’s the occasion?”
“I got a call today. I’ve, uh, been in contact with a producer.”
Jared’s mouth hung open in shock.
“Not porn!” Jensen said quickly. “I wrote a script. A non-porn script,” he clarified. “A television script.”
“Wow,” Jared said, still clearly a little shocked. “That’s great. What did they say?”
“They think we’ve got a chance at a network picking it up. They’re going to film a pilot.”
“Oh my God,” still shocked, “that’s amazing!”
“Yeah,” Jensen grinned, letting himself actually feel it for the first time, “it really is.”
“What’s it about?”
“Brothers,” he said. “Two brothers, Sam and Dean, who battle supernatural things, because their father raised them as warriors after their mother was killed by a demon.”
“That’s great!” Jared grinned so widely Jensen was almost blinded.
“Yeah,” Jensen said, trying to appear casual, “I’ve just got to remember not to start taking my clothes off as soon as I get back into a studio.”
“Ha, ha,” Jared said, not amused, reaching over to take Jensen’s hand. “I know it’ll be great.”
“Yeah,” Jensen said, knowing his nerves showed anyway.
“And it’s good you’re going to have another job, because you make a lousy housewife,” Jared said, lightly, gesturing at his (totally empty) plate. “You actually have to apply some heat to the steak, you know.”
Jensen smacked Jared's hand. "All right, fuck off. See if I cook for you ever again."
"Aw, it's okay, baby - you know I love you anyway."
And after a lifetime without anything like it, Jensen did know. He really did.
So he let Jared lean over and kiss him.
The cookies were forgotten.
After they’d had sex on their wide, soft bed - Jensen’s legs wrapped around Jared’s waist, Jared kissing his neck, his eyes, his lips - Jensen elbowed Jared just before he fell asleep, spooned tightly up against his back.
“Hey,” Jensen said, “I think you should audition for Sam.”
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