Doing it for Daddy
Title: Doing it for daddy
Author:
missyjack
Pairing: JDM/JA
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2038
Genre: RPS porn with faux Wincest (Daddy!kink)
Disclaimer: Totally a fictional product of my twisted imagination
Summary: The version of THAT scene in Devil’s Trap that didn’t go to air.
A/N: My first RPS story. I blame
eloise_bright,
embroiderama and
miss_begonia, whose scorching hot JDM/JA fic this week corrupted my porn muse. Thank you! Dedicated to
bluesister, my porn pimp. Title is from the book of the same name by Pat Califia.
It was the second time Jeff had died this year. Well, strictly speaking he may not be dead, but Eric had written a bitchin’ cliffhanger for Supernatural’s finale because they didn’t know if they would make it into the new mix at The CW yet. Sure Supernatural probably wasn’t going to win an Emmy anytime soon, but Jeff thought it was pretty good TV. He’d enjoyed his little appearances earlier in the season, even if he was playing the father of two guys not young enough to be his sons. He certainly felt anything but fatherly towards them.
Jared was the sort of guy you’d always want at a party: he could talk to anyone, flirt with anyone, out drink everyone and make fun out of a piece of string and a flat rock. Jensen was good company too, but different to his co-star. Jeff had enjoyed the young man’s quiet intensity when he worked, and even out having a few drinks he gave off electricity that was mesmerizing. And kinda hot. So Jeff had been more than happy to come back for the three final episodes.
Filming was nearly over for the year and everyone was exhausted. There was one last scene to film tomorrow, the climatic scene where Jeff’s character is possessed and confronts the two brothers. Eric had left this scene to last; his reasoning being he could push everyone to their breaking point and beyond, knowing it was the last work that they had to do.
The scene was both emotionally and physically intense, particularly because Jared and Jensen had to act most of it while pretending to be pinned to a wall by some demonic force. Jensen had the added challenge of acting while dribbling corn syrup and cochineal. So when Eric suggested that maybe, you know if they wouldn’t mind, that they should stay back and run through the scene a couple of times, it seemed like a good idea. Jared had to leave for some interview, but the main part of the scene was between Jeff and Jensen anyway.
The deserted set was unusually quiet as the two men entered scripts in hand. Jeff started pacing around mumbling his words, while Jensen sat on the edge of the wooden table. Jeff stopped on the opposite side of the room and glanced back at Jensen, Head bowed over the pages, he looked like a man with not much left in reserve. As he struggled to concentrate, he sucked on his bottom lip, and rubbed a hand over a tired face. Jeff felt a twinge of something slightly paternal and something slightly, well, so not paternal.
He walked over and placed his hand on Jensen’s arm.
“You good to go? We can skip this if you like.”
“No, no I appreciate you taking the time Jeff. Maybe the last damn scene I do for the series; I might as well get it right. Where do you want to take it from?”
Jeff looked at him blankly for a moment and then realized his hand was still resting on Jensen’s arm. The feel of that firm bicep had briefly diverted all Jeff’s blood flow from his brain. He shook his head and walked away.
“How about the meat suit bit?”
“Sure,” said Jensen who tossed down his script and walked over to his mark. He looked over at Jeff and then slammed himself hard back against the wall. Jeff was startled, but launched into his speech.
“Your dad? He’s in here with me - trapped inside his own meat suit. He says hi, by the way. He’s gonna tear you apart.” A darkness had crept into Jeff’s voice and he looked at Jensen with something akin to hunger. ”He’s gonna taste the iron in your blood.”
“Let him go. Or I swear to God…” Jensen’s breathing had quickened, and he was still pressed tight against the wall.
“What? What are you and God gonna do? You see, as far as I’m concerned, this is justice.” Jeff walked over until he stood about a foot from Jensen. “You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter.” Jensen could feel Jeff’s breath, warm and smelling of desire, on his face.
“Who, Meg?” Jensen replied, his eyes locked on Jeff’s. There was a pause. Jeff moved in closer, until there was no light between their bodies. Jeff pushed forward until somewhere below their belts, two hard cocks met through denim. Neither man shifted their gaze from the other or acknowledged the fact that they were pressing in a slight rocking motion into each other.
“The one in the alley? Jeff moved his mouth across Jensen’s cheek, his stubble just barely grazing the skin. Again he paused, so Jensen could feel/smell/taste his warm breath. Waiting one breath, two… “That was my boy.” As Jeff’s lips and tongue brushed Jensen’s ear, he slumped slightly against the all.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jensen said in a whisper, not sure whose script he was following now.
“What? You’re the only one who can have a family?” Jeff stepped back from Jensen and back into character. “You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family? Oh, that’s right. I forgot. I did.” Jeff turned and shot Jensen a wicked grin. ”Still, two wrongs don’t make a right.”
“You son of a bitch.” Jensen reached a hand down and started palming himself though his jeans. This was the moment, Jeff thought, when he could walk away from this. He looked over at Jensen who stood legs apart, hand on his dick, head thrown back against the wall, with the tip of his tongue plying over his comefuckme mouth.
Jeff turned away. No way could he make a rational decision looking at that.
“Daddy please.”
Jeff’s head snapped around. “What did you say?”
“Please Daddy?” Jensen had one hand under his t-shirt moving in circles across his chest. The grey t-shirt was hitched up, revealing his flat abs, and a thin trail of hair that disappeared tantalizingly below the waistband of his jeans.
John reached him in three large strides. He undid the buttons of Jensen’s jeans and reaching in, wrapped his hand around his cock.
“You’re Daddy’s boy aren’t you? Daddy’s good boy?”
Jensen bit his lip and whimpered as John’s grip moved the length of his shaft.
“Yes, yes I am.”
Jensen circled out as Jeff reached up under the t-shirt and twisted one nipple cruelly
“Yes what?”
“Yes Sir”.
“That’s better boy,” Jeff breathed into Jensen’s mouth, “Much better.” Their mouths met in hunger and tongues wrestled for possession. Jensen mouthed across Jeff’s cheeks, enjoying the graze of stubble. Jeff placed a hand on his chest and pushed back. “Filming tomorrow, you better watch your face.”
In reply, Jensen moved to undo Jeff’s jeans, and wrap his hand around Jeff’s thick cock. Precome was already slicking up Jensen’s, and Jeff bought his fingers up, rubbing the fluid over Jensen’s lips.
“Taste yourself boy. Taste your juice on my fingers.” Jensen took Jeff’s hand in his and drew two wet fingers into his mouth, and sucked them hard. As he drew them out of his mouth, he licked across Jeff’s hand, finally kissing softly into his palm.
“I know my Daddy better than anyone, “Jensen whispered softly rubbing the Jeff’s hand across his face. “I know what you want.”
“Tell me, tell me what I want”. The two men stood close, pulling each other’s cock in a gentle rhythm.
“You want to fuck your son’s ass. You want to tear me apart with your cock and taste the iron in my blood.”
Jeff pushed Jensen roughly back against the wall. “Turn around son, turn around and give me that ass”.
Jensen pushed his jean’s down below his knees. He turned to face the wall, legs apart, bent forward and braced against his hands.
“Damn fine ass boy,” Jeff was fisting his cock, getting it hard, “but can it take your Daddy’s cock?”
Jensen looked back over his shoulder. “Listen….do you mind just getting this over with, huh? ‘Cause I really can’t stand the monologuing.”
Jeff let out a deep laugh as he walked over and slapped Jensen hard on the ass. “Don’t like this new attitude son. Have to teach you a lesson.”
Jeff spat onto his hand, moved between Jensen’s cheeks, fingers searching for his hole. He felt Jensen pushing back, and soon Jeff had a couple of fingers working past the tight smooth ring of muscle. He thrust and twisted, enjoying the incoherent moans of pleasure it was eliciting.
“Please Daddy, please…” Jensen was pushing back hard against Jeff’s curling fingers. Jeff admired the view. The sight of Jensen’s tight ass on his hand was better than any porn.
Jensen gave a small cry as Jeff’s fingers left him. Jeff dropped to his knees and spread Jensen’s cheeks apart. He moved in and as his lips kissed Jensen’s hole, the young actor let out a deep throaty moan. Encouraged, Jeff starting working vigorously with his mouth, his beard grazing across the soft skin and his own dick throbbing in response to Jensen’s growls.
“Guess no-one’s going to see beard rash on my ass Jeff”
Jeff, his face buried in Jensen’s cheeks, couldn’t help but laugh. One hand reached between Jensen’ legs and pulled down firmly on his balls. Jeff then returned his attention to the task at hand as spread Jensen with his thumbs so his tongue could work inwards. As he probed he could feel Jensen’s ass kissing back, and he knew what they both wanted now.
Standing up, Jeff placed one hand on Jensen’s hip, and guided the swollen, dripping head of his cock until it pressed against Jensen.
“You ready for me boy? Ready to take your father’s cock?”
“Yes sir,"Jensen glanced back. "Fuck me, Daddy”
Jeff looked down savoring the sight and feeling of Jensen’s hole stretched tight around his cock He edged in slowly, rocking his hips, using his grip on Jensen to stop him from pushing back onto him. Jensen was breathing deeply, and Jeff noticed him drop a hand from the wall to work on his own dick.
“No touching yourself son. Daddy’s fat dick will be all you need or you get nothing.” As if in threat he drew his cock back out slightly.
“Sorry Sir. Please I need…” Jensen’s voice broke, as he pleaded, “Fuck, I want you deep in me. Please…Ohhhhhh”
Jensen cried out as Jeff plunged his full length into him. He didn’t pause this time as he started thrusting into deep into Jensen, pulling him back till he was buried up to his balls inside him.
“Feel you Daddy’s cock in your belly son? I’m going to fill you with my come.”
Beneath him he could feel Jensen’s legs start to tremble, and as Jeff lent against him he felt the raggedy breaths through Jensen’s chest.
“You fight and you fight for this family” he whispered, “but they don’t need you…” Jeff was fucking with no holding back now “…not they way you need them. You do need me don’t you son?”
Jensen’s didn’t, couldn’t, respond in words, but Jeff felt a spasm start to ripple around his cock. As he wrapped an arm around Jensen’s chest, he wasn’t sure who was holding who up. As his orgasm burst from him, Jeff drove into Jensen so hard he nearly slammed them both into the wall. Jeff buried his face in Jensen’s neck, kissing him softly.
Filming finished in a record six hours the next day. The main scene was done in only three takes, with cast and crew bursting into applause and cheers at the end. There was much back slapping, as every one agreed their performances had kicked ass. As the first beers were opened, Eric came over and slung an arm around both Jensen and Jeff.
“Damn that was some intense work there guys. Jeff, at one point I didn’t know if you were going to kill him or fuck him.”
As he walked off Jeff and Jensen clinked there bottles together.
“Cheers,” said Jeff with a grin, “to Season Two and hoping we get a chance to do this again.”