Between the Beer and a Brick Wall - NC-17, Jensen/Chris
Title: Between the Beer and a Brick Wall
Author: thelonejuliet
Pairing: Jensen/Chris
Word Count: 864
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Dirty, alley sex!
Disclaimer: These people belong only to themselves, and I'm fairly certain this didn't happen...
Beta: marvinmuse
Author's Note(s): This is written for the wonderful ianthe-aveira, who saw this picture and demanded that someone write her dirty!sex about it. So, I delivered. :) Er. At least, I tried!
This is different from virtually everything I've ever written so...let me know if it works?
All fics found here!
Summary: Jensen really should have known better than to let Christian Kane get him drunk.
Between the Beer and a Brick Wall
Jensen should have known the night was going to end like this: his face shoved against a brick wall, rough stone scratching his cheek with every movement of his head; his pants around his ankles; the hands of a good friend painfully gripping his hips.
He really should have known, especially given the mischievous glint that he’d seen in Chris’s eyes at the beginning, when Chris had placed the first beer in front of him. It should have been even more obvious when, with every shot, Christian’s tilted grin grew wider and dirtier.
To say he was plastered, literally and figuratively, would have been an understatement.
At least he wasn’t too far gone to enjoy the ride. And he was definitely enjoying himself.
Obscene noises were drifting up to his ears, barely slipping through the haze of alcohol, slurping, sucking, bitten off grunts as Chris better situated himself on his knees. Chris had his tongue in Jensen’s ass, and if Jensen knew that something like that could ever feel so good, he would have turned gay ages ago.
And Chris’s fingers, massaging against his prostrate? Even better.
Jensen was writhing against the wall, hands grappling for purchase, fucking back onto his friend’s fingers as Chris removed his tongue completely and stood back up, pressing himself against Jensen’s back.
“Okay, Jenny, you ready?” Chris whispered in his ear. His voice was husky, dripping with pure sex and promises.
Jensen didn’t have any time to muster up a coherent response, not even a simple nod of his head, before Chris’s fingers were gone and the head of his dick was pressing against the tightness of Jensen’s ass. He pushed in, slower than Jensen thought he would, causing a delicious sort of pain that had him arching back against Chris.
The alcohol Chris had plied him with made him feel like he was having a sort of out-of-body experience, sensations heightened and dulled at the same time, sending his mind into overload. He could feel Chris’s hips pistoning and grinding, feel every vein, every inch of Chris’s dick dragging past the outer ring of his ass. Chris’s breaths were harsh against the back of his neck, explosive puffs of air that drove Jensen wild as Chris started to make a high, whining sound at the back of his throat.
He was barely aware of one of Chris’s hands abandoning its bruising grip on his hips until it had snuck around and began stroking Jensen’s dick. It was as rough as the rest of the night, precum barely managing to ease the dryness as Chris flicked his thumb over the slit, twisting his wrist and tightening his grip just so.
Jensen should have realized how wrong this all was. He was in the back-alley of a bar, in the middle of January, dignity discarded along with the 24-pack of beer they’d gotten from the party, his friend branding himself inside Jensen and changing the dynamics of their relationship forever.
Maybe it was a testament to alcohol, or maybe he wasn’t as good a Christian as his mama had raised him to be, but he didn’t care. It was wrong, dirty, and ohsohot.
It got even hotter when Chris bit off a growled curse and bit into the skin right above Jensen’s pulse, hips stuttering erratically as hot cum warmed Jensen from the inside out.
Jensen whimpered when Chris pulled out and stopped jacking him off. Chris flipped Jensen around and crashed their mouths together. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, and somewhere along the way, Jensen felt Chris’s teeth cut into his bottom lip, blood seeping into his mouth. He reached his hands up to grip Chris’s shoulders, rutting against the cool denim of Chris’s jeans as everything he’d ever learned of public decency flew out the window.
He could hear the party letting out, the door to the bar just around the corner from where he was pressed against the wall, cum dripping down his legs and blood trickling down his chin. It only helped up the ante, and a few hard thrusts later, Jensen was coming, spurting sticky liquid all over his black shirt and Chris’s blue jeans.
Chris let him work himself through the aftershocks, then pulled back almost roughly, smirking at the picture of debauchery Jensen was sure he presented.
“Never knew ya had it in ya, Jenny,” he whispered, all Southern drawl, as he fixed his own clothing and covered up the stains with his downy jacket. “See ya around.”
Throwing a wink over his shoulder, Chris was gone, leaving Jensen in a panting, sweaty mess, shivering in the cool night air.
It was several minutes before he got his bearings, realizing with a jolt that his dick was still hanging out for anyone to see. His face heating up, he quickly made himself look somewhat presentable and barely managed to slip into his car without running into someone. A big white stain on a black T-shirt? Not exactly difficult to identify.
It wasn’t until he got home that he noticed his case of beer on the passenger seat, a yellow post-it stuck to the front.
Use it wisely.
Oh, he would.
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Author: thelonejuliet
Pairing: Jensen/Chris
Word Count: 864
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Dirty, alley sex!
Disclaimer: These people belong only to themselves, and I'm fairly certain this didn't happen...
Beta: marvinmuse
Author's Note(s): This is written for the wonderful ianthe-aveira, who saw this picture and demanded that someone write her dirty!sex about it. So, I delivered. :) Er. At least, I tried!
This is different from virtually everything I've ever written so...let me know if it works?
All fics found here!
Summary: Jensen really should have known better than to let Christian Kane get him drunk.
Between the Beer and a Brick Wall
Jensen should have known the night was going to end like this: his face shoved against a brick wall, rough stone scratching his cheek with every movement of his head; his pants around his ankles; the hands of a good friend painfully gripping his hips.
He really should have known, especially given the mischievous glint that he’d seen in Chris’s eyes at the beginning, when Chris had placed the first beer in front of him. It should have been even more obvious when, with every shot, Christian’s tilted grin grew wider and dirtier.
To say he was plastered, literally and figuratively, would have been an understatement.
At least he wasn’t too far gone to enjoy the ride. And he was definitely enjoying himself.
Obscene noises were drifting up to his ears, barely slipping through the haze of alcohol, slurping, sucking, bitten off grunts as Chris better situated himself on his knees. Chris had his tongue in Jensen’s ass, and if Jensen knew that something like that could ever feel so good, he would have turned gay ages ago.
And Chris’s fingers, massaging against his prostrate? Even better.
Jensen was writhing against the wall, hands grappling for purchase, fucking back onto his friend’s fingers as Chris removed his tongue completely and stood back up, pressing himself against Jensen’s back.
“Okay, Jenny, you ready?” Chris whispered in his ear. His voice was husky, dripping with pure sex and promises.
Jensen didn’t have any time to muster up a coherent response, not even a simple nod of his head, before Chris’s fingers were gone and the head of his dick was pressing against the tightness of Jensen’s ass. He pushed in, slower than Jensen thought he would, causing a delicious sort of pain that had him arching back against Chris.
The alcohol Chris had plied him with made him feel like he was having a sort of out-of-body experience, sensations heightened and dulled at the same time, sending his mind into overload. He could feel Chris’s hips pistoning and grinding, feel every vein, every inch of Chris’s dick dragging past the outer ring of his ass. Chris’s breaths were harsh against the back of his neck, explosive puffs of air that drove Jensen wild as Chris started to make a high, whining sound at the back of his throat.
He was barely aware of one of Chris’s hands abandoning its bruising grip on his hips until it had snuck around and began stroking Jensen’s dick. It was as rough as the rest of the night, precum barely managing to ease the dryness as Chris flicked his thumb over the slit, twisting his wrist and tightening his grip just so.
Jensen should have realized how wrong this all was. He was in the back-alley of a bar, in the middle of January, dignity discarded along with the 24-pack of beer they’d gotten from the party, his friend branding himself inside Jensen and changing the dynamics of their relationship forever.
Maybe it was a testament to alcohol, or maybe he wasn’t as good a Christian as his mama had raised him to be, but he didn’t care. It was wrong, dirty, and ohsohot.
It got even hotter when Chris bit off a growled curse and bit into the skin right above Jensen’s pulse, hips stuttering erratically as hot cum warmed Jensen from the inside out.
Jensen whimpered when Chris pulled out and stopped jacking him off. Chris flipped Jensen around and crashed their mouths together. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, and somewhere along the way, Jensen felt Chris’s teeth cut into his bottom lip, blood seeping into his mouth. He reached his hands up to grip Chris’s shoulders, rutting against the cool denim of Chris’s jeans as everything he’d ever learned of public decency flew out the window.
He could hear the party letting out, the door to the bar just around the corner from where he was pressed against the wall, cum dripping down his legs and blood trickling down his chin. It only helped up the ante, and a few hard thrusts later, Jensen was coming, spurting sticky liquid all over his black shirt and Chris’s blue jeans.
Chris let him work himself through the aftershocks, then pulled back almost roughly, smirking at the picture of debauchery Jensen was sure he presented.
“Never knew ya had it in ya, Jenny,” he whispered, all Southern drawl, as he fixed his own clothing and covered up the stains with his downy jacket. “See ya around.”
Throwing a wink over his shoulder, Chris was gone, leaving Jensen in a panting, sweaty mess, shivering in the cool night air.
It was several minutes before he got his bearings, realizing with a jolt that his dick was still hanging out for anyone to see. His face heating up, he quickly made himself look somewhat presentable and barely managed to slip into his car without running into someone. A big white stain on a black T-shirt? Not exactly difficult to identify.
It wasn’t until he got home that he noticed his case of beer on the passenger seat, a yellow post-it stuck to the front.
Use it wisely.
Oh, he would.
*************
Okay, now click that little 'comment' link and let me know what you think!
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