FIC: "This True Thing" 1 / 1
Title: "This True Thing" 1 / 1 (Ficlet )
Author:
caramel_maddy
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki
Word Count: 1,050
Summary: Sex, drugs and romance.
Disclaimer/Rating: This is all fiction!! Not true, never happened! I swear it on all the Piccadilly rentboys! Hard drug usage, graphic m/m sex. NC-17
A/N: For
riorhapsody because she is SOLELY responsible for J2 eating my brain and basically half the time I write for her. And for my hot sister
tabularassa because we share a brain from Kelly Clarkson love to other dirty, dirty shameful things.
This True Thing
Jared does cocaine. He is not an addict -far from it in his mind, only sniffs two lines before sucking Jensen off. It‘s morning. Nothing else to do so why not? He’s not very good at giving head -uses too much teeth, not enough tongue and spit Jensen thinks, but never voices his complaints aloud. Jared’s eager to please and this makes him impatient and sloppy. Jensen’s cock falls heavy on his tongue, tastes of sweat and body tang as Jared manages to get his mouth fully around its girth. He slides Jensen’s dick down into his throat lodging it past where his tonsils would be until Jensen wheezes short of breath, and lifts his slight, freckled frame from the mattress as if torched with pain. His hips are sharp beneath the callused palms of Jared‘s hands. Jensen slams up into the air tugging and pulling and ripping at Jared‘s all-over-the-place dark brown hair until he cums with the violence of grunts, mauling fingers and caught, strained breathing.
Jensen does coke too, just not as often as Jared does. He’ll use recreationally, at parties where the scenery has gotten too old like yellowed paper and chipping paint and a thrill is needed to make the situation tolerable. He lives in Hollywood after all where things aren’t accepted they are expected and like a good little solider, he fulfills his duty. Jared will rip a rail anywhere: bathrooms, sets, while driving to work. He scores at least three bags of junk a day. Jensen tells him that it’s not healthy, says all that shit will fuck up your mind, but Jared doesn’t listen. He’s young, thinks Jensen’s full of shit and tells him to grab the lube out of the drawer in the nightstand. Jensen sighs, mutters under his breath as he kicks the sheets away, turns his back to Jared reaching for the EZ-glide.
He hears Jared inhale, cough and inhale again, and before he can tell Jared to make sure that he doesn’t get any of that shit on his bed, Jared places one of his large hands on Jensen’s chest, tells him to stay still. Carefully, almost with a mother’s touch, he pours a small amount of white crystallized emotion along the threads and tangles of gingered-blonde hairs that lead from Jensen’s bellybutton descending towards his cock. Jared slips between Jensen’s legs with ease, and in a singsong voice begins to chant: Happy trails to you…happy trails to you, I hope, we meet again….
He plugs up his left nostril, snorts the line with his right.
Jensen laughs as Jared’s nose tickles his stomach. His dick throbs, aches from having came only moments earlier, and when he feels Jared’s chin sliding down his shaft, he moans, tells him to stop. Too sensitive, he says. Jared smiles, ignores him, brushes his lips to the head of Jensen’s flush, sticky cock. Jensen squirms, tries to push him away with a lazy grin. It hurts, literally, physically it hurts, but there is a hint of pleasure beneath the surface that makes him shoot off again. It’s a pitiful quantity, only a small spurt of jizm too miniscule to even be considered a load expels from the tip.
I made you cum twice in two minutes, Jared says. He’s proud of himself, grins as he slides his body up against Jensen’s. They lay naked, bathed in sweat, pressed against ill-fitting sheets with static heartbeats and racing pulses. The musky scent of sex, semen and ripe body parts breathes around them, soaks into their skin, their hair and as they kiss, Jensen can taste himself on Jared’s tongue. It’s a potent cocktail that makes Jared whimper. He whispers against Jensen's mouth that he loves him, wants to spend the rest of his days in this bed stuck in this pure moment. He’s high, feeling ridiculously romantic and absurdly affectionate. Jensen relishes the attention though, absorbs it even. Tells Jared that he’s like magic as he runs the tips of his fingers down the space that parts Jared’s backside. He pushes a finger inside, feels Jared tense, involuntarily try to push him out. He laughs withdrawing the finger and sucking it into his mouth tasting Jared from the inside before spitting, parting his legs and pushing the digit inside of himself.
Jensen sighs, waits for it…waits for it…there, all the way in with the heat of Jared’s body smothering him.
He spreads his legs and fingers himself, stretching his ass open as Jared rests on his haunches, pours a touch of EZ-glide against his fingers nudging Jensen’s hand away. Jared fingers him. Slow, easy and careful he fingers him feeling the sticky warmth of Jensen’s insides pull him in. His mouth waters and maybe it’s the coke in his system, but he can’t remember ever feeling so excited, the anticipation of what was to come devouring any form of a tangible thought process.
He flips Jensen on his stomach, prefers it this way because it makes entering him easier. He pushes the tip of his cock inside, his nails digging into Jensen’s barely there hips. They both shudder and with a silent pop Jared pushes all the way in, feels Jensen wiggle and squirm beneath him.
They fuck -they don’t make love, they fuck because it’s sweaty and after the first breach, it’s hard. It’s okay this way, really it is because Jensen urges Jared on with a straining growl: Come on; fuck me. There’s urgency to Jensen’s tone. His cock is swelled; too painful to touch yet once again, rock hard and despite the raw ache he fists it, tugs at it until he can feel a familiar numbing pressure build up inside of his gut.
Jared cums. He’s quicker than usual. Normally, he fucks like it’s a hobby, takes at least twenty minutes before he blows his load, but he’s ripped three lines in only an hour so the triggers and mechanisms inside of his body are off. Doesn’t matter. He collapses against Jensen's back, buries his face against the nape of his neck. He places a small kiss to the reddened skin, whispers, I love you...a lot...a-fucking-lot…
That’s all that it takes to set Jensen off. He cums for the third time in ten minutes.
FIN
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Author:
caramel_maddy
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki
Word Count: 1,050
Summary: Sex, drugs and romance.
Disclaimer/Rating: This is all fiction!! Not true, never happened! I swear it on all the Piccadilly rentboys! Hard drug usage, graphic m/m sex. NC-17
A/N: For
riorhapsody because she is SOLELY responsible for J2 eating my brain and basically half the time I write for her. And for my hot sister
tabularassa because we share a brain from Kelly Clarkson love to other dirty, dirty shameful things.
This True Thing
Jared does cocaine. He is not an addict -far from it in his mind, only sniffs two lines before sucking Jensen off. It‘s morning. Nothing else to do so why not? He’s not very good at giving head -uses too much teeth, not enough tongue and spit Jensen thinks, but never voices his complaints aloud. Jared’s eager to please and this makes him impatient and sloppy. Jensen’s cock falls heavy on his tongue, tastes of sweat and body tang as Jared manages to get his mouth fully around its girth. He slides Jensen’s dick down into his throat lodging it past where his tonsils would be until Jensen wheezes short of breath, and lifts his slight, freckled frame from the mattress as if torched with pain. His hips are sharp beneath the callused palms of Jared‘s hands. Jensen slams up into the air tugging and pulling and ripping at Jared‘s all-over-the-place dark brown hair until he cums with the violence of grunts, mauling fingers and caught, strained breathing.
Jensen does coke too, just not as often as Jared does. He’ll use recreationally, at parties where the scenery has gotten too old like yellowed paper and chipping paint and a thrill is needed to make the situation tolerable. He lives in Hollywood after all where things aren’t accepted they are expected and like a good little solider, he fulfills his duty. Jared will rip a rail anywhere: bathrooms, sets, while driving to work. He scores at least three bags of junk a day. Jensen tells him that it’s not healthy, says all that shit will fuck up your mind, but Jared doesn’t listen. He’s young, thinks Jensen’s full of shit and tells him to grab the lube out of the drawer in the nightstand. Jensen sighs, mutters under his breath as he kicks the sheets away, turns his back to Jared reaching for the EZ-glide.
He hears Jared inhale, cough and inhale again, and before he can tell Jared to make sure that he doesn’t get any of that shit on his bed, Jared places one of his large hands on Jensen’s chest, tells him to stay still. Carefully, almost with a mother’s touch, he pours a small amount of white crystallized emotion along the threads and tangles of gingered-blonde hairs that lead from Jensen’s bellybutton descending towards his cock. Jared slips between Jensen’s legs with ease, and in a singsong voice begins to chant: Happy trails to you…happy trails to you, I hope, we meet again….
He plugs up his left nostril, snorts the line with his right.
Jensen laughs as Jared’s nose tickles his stomach. His dick throbs, aches from having came only moments earlier, and when he feels Jared’s chin sliding down his shaft, he moans, tells him to stop. Too sensitive, he says. Jared smiles, ignores him, brushes his lips to the head of Jensen’s flush, sticky cock. Jensen squirms, tries to push him away with a lazy grin. It hurts, literally, physically it hurts, but there is a hint of pleasure beneath the surface that makes him shoot off again. It’s a pitiful quantity, only a small spurt of jizm too miniscule to even be considered a load expels from the tip.
I made you cum twice in two minutes, Jared says. He’s proud of himself, grins as he slides his body up against Jensen’s. They lay naked, bathed in sweat, pressed against ill-fitting sheets with static heartbeats and racing pulses. The musky scent of sex, semen and ripe body parts breathes around them, soaks into their skin, their hair and as they kiss, Jensen can taste himself on Jared’s tongue. It’s a potent cocktail that makes Jared whimper. He whispers against Jensen's mouth that he loves him, wants to spend the rest of his days in this bed stuck in this pure moment. He’s high, feeling ridiculously romantic and absurdly affectionate. Jensen relishes the attention though, absorbs it even. Tells Jared that he’s like magic as he runs the tips of his fingers down the space that parts Jared’s backside. He pushes a finger inside, feels Jared tense, involuntarily try to push him out. He laughs withdrawing the finger and sucking it into his mouth tasting Jared from the inside before spitting, parting his legs and pushing the digit inside of himself.
Jensen sighs, waits for it…waits for it…there, all the way in with the heat of Jared’s body smothering him.
He spreads his legs and fingers himself, stretching his ass open as Jared rests on his haunches, pours a touch of EZ-glide against his fingers nudging Jensen’s hand away. Jared fingers him. Slow, easy and careful he fingers him feeling the sticky warmth of Jensen’s insides pull him in. His mouth waters and maybe it’s the coke in his system, but he can’t remember ever feeling so excited, the anticipation of what was to come devouring any form of a tangible thought process.
He flips Jensen on his stomach, prefers it this way because it makes entering him easier. He pushes the tip of his cock inside, his nails digging into Jensen’s barely there hips. They both shudder and with a silent pop Jared pushes all the way in, feels Jensen wiggle and squirm beneath him.
They fuck -they don’t make love, they fuck because it’s sweaty and after the first breach, it’s hard. It’s okay this way, really it is because Jensen urges Jared on with a straining growl: Come on; fuck me. There’s urgency to Jensen’s tone. His cock is swelled; too painful to touch yet once again, rock hard and despite the raw ache he fists it, tugs at it until he can feel a familiar numbing pressure build up inside of his gut.
Jared cums. He’s quicker than usual. Normally, he fucks like it’s a hobby, takes at least twenty minutes before he blows his load, but he’s ripped three lines in only an hour so the triggers and mechanisms inside of his body are off. Doesn’t matter. He collapses against Jensen's back, buries his face against the nape of his neck. He places a small kiss to the reddened skin, whispers, I love you...a lot...a-fucking-lot…
That’s all that it takes to set Jensen off. He cums for the third time in ten minutes.
FIN
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