SPN RPS: Collapse into Me Tired with Joy
Title: Collapse into Me Tired with Joy
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2070-ish, beta'd like shamp by jyuu_chan who also helped me with the title! *smooshes her*
Disclaimer: No profit is being made, there is no actual fact to any of this, Jared and Jensen don't actually get it on in their trailers at any point of the day or night or in between. Except when they totally do.
Summary: Jared had been back in Vancouver for all of four hours. [...] He certainly wasn't expecting any late night visitors or fucking hands on his legs to wake him up and damn near scare the piss out of him.
A/N: This was written for dea_liberty as part of the spn_holidays fic exchange (and I just found out that txtequilanights was my secret... santa person!)! I have two more slashfest fics to think about now, and two j2_otpathon fics. INSANE! I hope you like this, dea_liberty!
Jared had been back in Vancouver for all of four hours. Four hours. He was asleep, as most normal people were wont to do at one in the morning when they had to be up for filming by six. He was exhausted from a whirlwind trip to Los Angeles and Texas and back to Los Angeles and he was pretty damn happy to be sleeping in his own bed again. He certainly wasn't expecting any late night visitors or fucking hands on his legs to wake him up and damn near scare the piss out of him.
But there was. A hand, that is. On his leg. And it was climbing higher as he shook himself from sleep.
"What the fuck," he mumbled and reached to turn on the bedside light.
There was a whisper, "No, don't," and Jared fell back on his pillows with a groan.
"Jesus, Jensen. You're lucky I don't sleep with a gun or something."
"You knew it was me," Jensen chuckled and his hand rose higher again. Jared tried to squirm away but Jensen was quicker than he, not still groggy and slow, and straddled his lower legs to keep him immobile. Jared surrendered, relaxing against the mattress.
"When did you get back?" Jared asked.
"This afternoon. I would have been here sooner but I stopped by Mike's first and only just left there an hour ago," Jensen replied, tracing one finger over Jared's thighs slowly. Jared swallowed hard and reached out to stroke Jensen's hand.
"Couldn't wait until morning to see me, baby?" he murmured, able to see Jensen's outline in front of him.
"I had to make sure," Jensen mumbled, one hand still rubbing, stroking, tickling, teasing Jared above the covers while the other crept up and under the sheet to find hot, smooth muscle under fingertips.
"Sure of what?" Jared breathed as Jensen's fingers brushed over his lower abdomen, tickling him.
"That I wouldn't grab you in the makeup trailer and do you up against the wall with everyone watching as soon as I saw you," Jensen whispered, leaning over Jared's body so he could feel Jensen's hot breath near his ear. Jared shuddered under him and reached up to pull him down. Jensen leaned back with a shake of his head.
"Give me a second. I don't want this to seem like it's just a booty call."
Jared snorted. "Isn't it?"
Jensen shrugged. "Well, yeah. But I care about your mind, too," he said innocently.
Jared laughed loudly and it sounded weird in the dark and the silence around them. Jensen's hand under the blanket found its to the waistband of Jared's boxer-briefs and under, making Jared's body shudder under him. Jensen closed his eyes as his hand closed around Jared's hot and rapidly hardening cock.
"Fuck," he muttered, licking his lips.
Jared tried to reach up again to pull him down, needed that tongue in his mouth, those lips against his. But Jensen pulled away at the last second and squeezed his cock lightly.
"How was your Christmas?" Jensen asked as normally as possible, as if his cock wasn't pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
"Quiet. Slow. Boring. I missed you all the time," Jared told him. Jensen smiled broadly. "I just wish we could have met up with each other in L.A."
"Mmm," Jensen agreed. "What did you end up doing instead?"
"I hung out with Chad for most of it. And Sandy."
Jensen faltered in his stroking as his jaw twitched. "How is she?"
"She's doing well. She's looking at some scripts for some indie movies. A few guest spots. She says hi, by the way."
"I'm sure she does," Jensen mumbled. Jared closed his eyes and arched as Jensen's thumb stroked across the head of his cock. Jensen leaned down and buried his face in Jared's neck, sucking and nipping gently, careful not to leave marks. He smoothed a hand up Jared's tight abs to his nipples and grinned at the gasp he heard from Jared as he pinched one.
"Did you fuck her?" Jensen murmured against his ear and Jared jerked and moaned.
"W-what?"
"I said," Jensen repeated, pinching his nipple tighter with every word. "Did you fuck her? Did you get lonely on those long nights in L.A. without me there? I wouldn't blame you, she is attractive. And I was all the way across the country in Texas, jerking off in my bed every night to the memory of your mouth around my cock. Did you do that Jared?"
Jared whimpered and strained under Jensen, trying to get enough leverage to flip them over. Jensen held firm and kept taunting him.
"I wouldn't blame you for it, Jared, but I wouldn't like it. You know I can't stand her. The thought of her being all over you turns my stomach and makes me want to fuck you through the wall so you never think of her again."
Jared felt like he was melting from the inside out. He let out a long moan and his cock jumped in Jensen's hand. He shook his head back and forth restlessly.
"Well?" Jensen asked, breath tickling his hear. Jared gasped for breath as Jensen began to stroke his cock slowly. "Were her lips here after mine? Did she try to stick her hand down your pants and make you come? Just like I want to every single fucking day so you remember me?"
Jared let out a sob and nearly yelled, "No! We didn't fuck and you know it. Now jerk me off or suck me or something. God, Jen!"
"I'm the only one in your life?" Jensen asked softly. He closed his eyes and could still see the air around Jared vibrating from the barely restrained tension thrumming through his body.
"I could never want anyone else, Jensen," Jared breathed. "You're all I fucking think about. You're the only one I think of fucking."
Jensen chuckled and opened his eyes to look at Jared. He leaned in and pressed his lips to Jared's in a chaste kiss. "Good," he said as he pulled back.
"Are you still going to fuck me through the wall?" Jared asked, teasing glint in his eye.
"Jesus," Jensen groaned. He stripped off his shirt quickly, and pushed his pants and boxers down to fall in a pile on the floor. He maneuvered them so he was stretched out by Jared instead of on top of him. Jared slung one long, lean, muscled leg over Jensen's hip and humped his cock helplessly against him.
"Please, Jensen," Jared whimpered. "Please."
Jensen rolled Jared back over the other way and reached across him quickly to his bedside table where he knew there would be condoms and lube. He rolled the condom on and spread some lube on his fingers, swearing under his breath as Jared reached back with one hand to help him. Jensen pressed two fingers immediately into him. Jared hissed and he paused, waiting for his nod before he went further.
"I would jerk off in the shower thinking about you," Jared told him quietly, moaning softly. "It just wasn't the same with my fingers up my ass, though. I missed you so fucking much, Jen."
Jensen closed his eyes and leaned his head against Jared's back, breathing him in deeply as he tried to keep himself under control. The thought of Jared in his shower at home and in Los Angeles (in Sandy's shower nonetheless) jerking off while thinking of him, his own fingers up his ass was almost too much for him to handle. Jensen hadn't waited all this time for Jared to get home to blow his load before he even got close to doing the things he'd promised to do to him.
"Jared," he rasped, voice suddenly rough and hoarse. "Tell me you're ready, man."
"Fuck me," Jared replied, pushing his ass back against Jensen's hand. Jensen pulled his fingers out, slicked up his cock and threw one leg over Jared's as he pressed forward. He met some resistance because of how tight Jared was and their positioning but he kept moving and Jared arched back. When he finally sunk in, heat everywhere around him, he bit down on Jared's shoulder lightly and moaned.
"I've missed you," Jared whispered. He clenched his muscles around Jensen's cock and listened to Jensen groan again.
"If you keep doing that you're going to end up very disappointed," Jensen warned, wrapping an arm around Jared's midsection. Jared craned his head back so he could awkwardly look into Jensen's eyes.
"Doubtful." Jensen's eyes flashed and he kissed Jared hard, tongues sloppy and everywhere, while he started to thrust slowly. Jared pulled away and sighed, holding onto the bedsheets lightly.
Jensen thrust slow and deep into Jared, trying to keep himself under control. Jared had his head leaned back with his mouth open, breathing heavily. Jensen could see his Adam's apple working bopping up and down as he swallowed hard and Jensen held Jared tighter to him, pushing deeper. Jared groaned and flexed around his cock again.
"Fuck, Jared," Jensen panted. "If you keep doing that-"
"What? This?" And Jared did it again, casting an innocent look back at him. Or as innocent as one can get with your co-star's cock up your ass. Jensen shoved at Jared's shoulder and rolled him over onto his stomach.
"Lift up," he directed gruffly. Jared shoved his ass up some and spread his legs so Jensen had room and opened himself up for Jensen to fuck him into next Tuesday. Jared held himself up awkwardly with one hand while he stroked his cock with the other. Jensen reached down and tried to cover Jared's hand with his own but Jared slapped it away.
"Just fuck me, Jensen!" Jared panted and pushed back hard. Jensen slapped him lightly across the ass and Jared huffed out a laugh. His legs were sweaty against Jared's and their bodies were sliding together, making it hard to get enough traction to keep up the pressure Jensen desperately needed. He pushed and pulled Jared harder against him, listening to his grunts and moans with different angles. He could hear their bodies slapping together as they moved against each other.
Jared's arm was beginning to shake and his breath was becoming quicker, more shallow. Jensen could feel himself falling apart as he tried to move faster and lost their rhythm. His fingers slipped on Jared's hips as he clutched at him, body slick under his palms. Jared huffed something he couldn't quite make out and then he was squeezing around his cock, shooting all over his hand and the bed. Jensen felt Jared shake and tremble under him, struggling to stay upright. Jensen's orgasm came suddenly as he was concentrating on Jared moving and writhing under him. He fell against Jared's back and jerked as Jared slumped to the bed. He thrust a few more times into Jared, riding the aftershocks. A couple minutes later Jared mumbled something into his pillow, body slack under Jensen.
"Say that again?" Jensen asked, kissing Jared's shoulder.
"I said you must have put on a couple holiday pounds because you're heavier'n shit," Jared repeated, loud and clear. Jensen snorted and pulled out of Jared carefully, with a wince. He threw the condom in the bedside garbage can and rolled to the other side of the bed. Jared followed and wrapped himself around Jensen.
"Hey, hey. Who said you could crowd my side of the bed?" Jensen asked jokingly.
"My side has a wet spot," Jared yawned and wrapped an arm around Jensen's midsection. "You know, if this was just a booty call I think we're doing them wrong."
"Maybe we should practice at doing them right," Jensen suggested, licking the side of his neck. Jared sighed and rolled on top of Jensen, looking down at him.
"I've never wanted to get something perfect more in my life," he said seriously. Jensen snorted and pulled Jared down to him to kiss him. Sure, Jared was going to be dead tired in the morning. But as Jensen trailed a hand down his side to cup his ass he was quite positive he really didn't care.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2070-ish, beta'd like shamp by jyuu_chan who also helped me with the title! *smooshes her*
Disclaimer: No profit is being made, there is no actual fact to any of this, Jared and Jensen don't actually get it on in their trailers at any point of the day or night or in between. Except when they totally do.
Summary: Jared had been back in Vancouver for all of four hours. [...] He certainly wasn't expecting any late night visitors or fucking hands on his legs to wake him up and damn near scare the piss out of him.
A/N: This was written for dea_liberty as part of the spn_holidays fic exchange (and I just found out that txtequilanights was my secret... santa person!)! I have two more slashfest fics to think about now, and two j2_otpathon fics. INSANE! I hope you like this, dea_liberty!
Jared had been back in Vancouver for all of four hours. Four hours. He was asleep, as most normal people were wont to do at one in the morning when they had to be up for filming by six. He was exhausted from a whirlwind trip to Los Angeles and Texas and back to Los Angeles and he was pretty damn happy to be sleeping in his own bed again. He certainly wasn't expecting any late night visitors or fucking hands on his legs to wake him up and damn near scare the piss out of him.
But there was. A hand, that is. On his leg. And it was climbing higher as he shook himself from sleep.
"What the fuck," he mumbled and reached to turn on the bedside light.
There was a whisper, "No, don't," and Jared fell back on his pillows with a groan.
"Jesus, Jensen. You're lucky I don't sleep with a gun or something."
"You knew it was me," Jensen chuckled and his hand rose higher again. Jared tried to squirm away but Jensen was quicker than he, not still groggy and slow, and straddled his lower legs to keep him immobile. Jared surrendered, relaxing against the mattress.
"When did you get back?" Jared asked.
"This afternoon. I would have been here sooner but I stopped by Mike's first and only just left there an hour ago," Jensen replied, tracing one finger over Jared's thighs slowly. Jared swallowed hard and reached out to stroke Jensen's hand.
"Couldn't wait until morning to see me, baby?" he murmured, able to see Jensen's outline in front of him.
"I had to make sure," Jensen mumbled, one hand still rubbing, stroking, tickling, teasing Jared above the covers while the other crept up and under the sheet to find hot, smooth muscle under fingertips.
"Sure of what?" Jared breathed as Jensen's fingers brushed over his lower abdomen, tickling him.
"That I wouldn't grab you in the makeup trailer and do you up against the wall with everyone watching as soon as I saw you," Jensen whispered, leaning over Jared's body so he could feel Jensen's hot breath near his ear. Jared shuddered under him and reached up to pull him down. Jensen leaned back with a shake of his head.
"Give me a second. I don't want this to seem like it's just a booty call."
Jared snorted. "Isn't it?"
Jensen shrugged. "Well, yeah. But I care about your mind, too," he said innocently.
Jared laughed loudly and it sounded weird in the dark and the silence around them. Jensen's hand under the blanket found its to the waistband of Jared's boxer-briefs and under, making Jared's body shudder under him. Jensen closed his eyes as his hand closed around Jared's hot and rapidly hardening cock.
"Fuck," he muttered, licking his lips.
Jared tried to reach up again to pull him down, needed that tongue in his mouth, those lips against his. But Jensen pulled away at the last second and squeezed his cock lightly.
"How was your Christmas?" Jensen asked as normally as possible, as if his cock wasn't pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
"Quiet. Slow. Boring. I missed you all the time," Jared told him. Jensen smiled broadly. "I just wish we could have met up with each other in L.A."
"Mmm," Jensen agreed. "What did you end up doing instead?"
"I hung out with Chad for most of it. And Sandy."
Jensen faltered in his stroking as his jaw twitched. "How is she?"
"She's doing well. She's looking at some scripts for some indie movies. A few guest spots. She says hi, by the way."
"I'm sure she does," Jensen mumbled. Jared closed his eyes and arched as Jensen's thumb stroked across the head of his cock. Jensen leaned down and buried his face in Jared's neck, sucking and nipping gently, careful not to leave marks. He smoothed a hand up Jared's tight abs to his nipples and grinned at the gasp he heard from Jared as he pinched one.
"Did you fuck her?" Jensen murmured against his ear and Jared jerked and moaned.
"W-what?"
"I said," Jensen repeated, pinching his nipple tighter with every word. "Did you fuck her? Did you get lonely on those long nights in L.A. without me there? I wouldn't blame you, she is attractive. And I was all the way across the country in Texas, jerking off in my bed every night to the memory of your mouth around my cock. Did you do that Jared?"
Jared whimpered and strained under Jensen, trying to get enough leverage to flip them over. Jensen held firm and kept taunting him.
"I wouldn't blame you for it, Jared, but I wouldn't like it. You know I can't stand her. The thought of her being all over you turns my stomach and makes me want to fuck you through the wall so you never think of her again."
Jared felt like he was melting from the inside out. He let out a long moan and his cock jumped in Jensen's hand. He shook his head back and forth restlessly.
"Well?" Jensen asked, breath tickling his hear. Jared gasped for breath as Jensen began to stroke his cock slowly. "Were her lips here after mine? Did she try to stick her hand down your pants and make you come? Just like I want to every single fucking day so you remember me?"
Jared let out a sob and nearly yelled, "No! We didn't fuck and you know it. Now jerk me off or suck me or something. God, Jen!"
"I'm the only one in your life?" Jensen asked softly. He closed his eyes and could still see the air around Jared vibrating from the barely restrained tension thrumming through his body.
"I could never want anyone else, Jensen," Jared breathed. "You're all I fucking think about. You're the only one I think of fucking."
Jensen chuckled and opened his eyes to look at Jared. He leaned in and pressed his lips to Jared's in a chaste kiss. "Good," he said as he pulled back.
"Are you still going to fuck me through the wall?" Jared asked, teasing glint in his eye.
"Jesus," Jensen groaned. He stripped off his shirt quickly, and pushed his pants and boxers down to fall in a pile on the floor. He maneuvered them so he was stretched out by Jared instead of on top of him. Jared slung one long, lean, muscled leg over Jensen's hip and humped his cock helplessly against him.
"Please, Jensen," Jared whimpered. "Please."
Jensen rolled Jared back over the other way and reached across him quickly to his bedside table where he knew there would be condoms and lube. He rolled the condom on and spread some lube on his fingers, swearing under his breath as Jared reached back with one hand to help him. Jensen pressed two fingers immediately into him. Jared hissed and he paused, waiting for his nod before he went further.
"I would jerk off in the shower thinking about you," Jared told him quietly, moaning softly. "It just wasn't the same with my fingers up my ass, though. I missed you so fucking much, Jen."
Jensen closed his eyes and leaned his head against Jared's back, breathing him in deeply as he tried to keep himself under control. The thought of Jared in his shower at home and in Los Angeles (in Sandy's shower nonetheless) jerking off while thinking of him, his own fingers up his ass was almost too much for him to handle. Jensen hadn't waited all this time for Jared to get home to blow his load before he even got close to doing the things he'd promised to do to him.
"Jared," he rasped, voice suddenly rough and hoarse. "Tell me you're ready, man."
"Fuck me," Jared replied, pushing his ass back against Jensen's hand. Jensen pulled his fingers out, slicked up his cock and threw one leg over Jared's as he pressed forward. He met some resistance because of how tight Jared was and their positioning but he kept moving and Jared arched back. When he finally sunk in, heat everywhere around him, he bit down on Jared's shoulder lightly and moaned.
"I've missed you," Jared whispered. He clenched his muscles around Jensen's cock and listened to Jensen groan again.
"If you keep doing that you're going to end up very disappointed," Jensen warned, wrapping an arm around Jared's midsection. Jared craned his head back so he could awkwardly look into Jensen's eyes.
"Doubtful." Jensen's eyes flashed and he kissed Jared hard, tongues sloppy and everywhere, while he started to thrust slowly. Jared pulled away and sighed, holding onto the bedsheets lightly.
Jensen thrust slow and deep into Jared, trying to keep himself under control. Jared had his head leaned back with his mouth open, breathing heavily. Jensen could see his Adam's apple working bopping up and down as he swallowed hard and Jensen held Jared tighter to him, pushing deeper. Jared groaned and flexed around his cock again.
"Fuck, Jared," Jensen panted. "If you keep doing that-"
"What? This?" And Jared did it again, casting an innocent look back at him. Or as innocent as one can get with your co-star's cock up your ass. Jensen shoved at Jared's shoulder and rolled him over onto his stomach.
"Lift up," he directed gruffly. Jared shoved his ass up some and spread his legs so Jensen had room and opened himself up for Jensen to fuck him into next Tuesday. Jared held himself up awkwardly with one hand while he stroked his cock with the other. Jensen reached down and tried to cover Jared's hand with his own but Jared slapped it away.
"Just fuck me, Jensen!" Jared panted and pushed back hard. Jensen slapped him lightly across the ass and Jared huffed out a laugh. His legs were sweaty against Jared's and their bodies were sliding together, making it hard to get enough traction to keep up the pressure Jensen desperately needed. He pushed and pulled Jared harder against him, listening to his grunts and moans with different angles. He could hear their bodies slapping together as they moved against each other.
Jared's arm was beginning to shake and his breath was becoming quicker, more shallow. Jensen could feel himself falling apart as he tried to move faster and lost their rhythm. His fingers slipped on Jared's hips as he clutched at him, body slick under his palms. Jared huffed something he couldn't quite make out and then he was squeezing around his cock, shooting all over his hand and the bed. Jensen felt Jared shake and tremble under him, struggling to stay upright. Jensen's orgasm came suddenly as he was concentrating on Jared moving and writhing under him. He fell against Jared's back and jerked as Jared slumped to the bed. He thrust a few more times into Jared, riding the aftershocks. A couple minutes later Jared mumbled something into his pillow, body slack under Jensen.
"Say that again?" Jensen asked, kissing Jared's shoulder.
"I said you must have put on a couple holiday pounds because you're heavier'n shit," Jared repeated, loud and clear. Jensen snorted and pulled out of Jared carefully, with a wince. He threw the condom in the bedside garbage can and rolled to the other side of the bed. Jared followed and wrapped himself around Jensen.
"Hey, hey. Who said you could crowd my side of the bed?" Jensen asked jokingly.
"My side has a wet spot," Jared yawned and wrapped an arm around Jensen's midsection. "You know, if this was just a booty call I think we're doing them wrong."
"Maybe we should practice at doing them right," Jensen suggested, licking the side of his neck. Jared sighed and rolled on top of Jensen, looking down at him.
"I've never wanted to get something perfect more in my life," he said seriously. Jensen snorted and pulled Jared down to him to kiss him. Sure, Jared was going to be dead tired in the morning. But as Jensen trailed a hand down his side to cup his ass he was quite positive he really didn't care.