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Title: You're the only one
Author: steph_hime
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. They pretty much own each other.
Spoilers: None
A/N: Loved writing this, in fact I was writing this when I should have been working on other projects. Beta'd by lilydahlia.
Summary/Prompt: Jared knows Jensen's got a bit of a voyeur kink; he wants to watch him. for spn_wank_off
Jared knows Jensen's got a bit of a voyeur kink, hell, everyone knows about it, Mike and Tom took turns forwarding messages to Jensen's work colleagues after a drunken game of truth or dare, and Jensen was left wondering why he was getting strange looks the next day they were filming. It's a running joke on set that you shouldn't risk a quick five knuckle shuffle when Jensen was around because he'd try to watch.
Jensen takes it in his stride, firing snide remarks to whoever said it, 'you wish', and 'that's your wife's job' being his favourites. Every time someone mentions it, he adds another mark to the total in his head, keeping tab of the amount of laxative to pour into Mike and Tom's drinks on their next night out.
Jared tends to ignore it all, leaving the crew to have their fun, and Jensen to plot his revenge, preferring to sit in his trailer and play on his PSP, and definitely not thinking about what it would be like to let Jensen watch him wank. Well, that's what he tells himself anyway, knowing that the lie is somewhat better than the truth.
The problem is that Jared has a really active imagination. He thinks it's probably linked to the fact that his momma read so many books to him as a child. Like right now, Jared is immersed in a daydream. He's a porn star, and Jensen is the director, watching Jared's every move, encouraging him.
"Come on Jay, a little harder."
Jared grips his bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at his erection a little harder, his thumb pressing into the slit.
"So hot Jared, makes me wanna come over there and fuck you hard."
Jared groans as his orgasm hits, splattering Sam's clothes with come and Jared knows wardrobe are gonna be pissed at him, but he's more bothered about Jensen, and the imaginary look on his face, causing his cock to give a feeble twitch of appreciation. He peels off the sticky shirt, balling it up and tossing it on the floor. He'd say it was yoghurt if they asked.
Jared's suddenly aware of tapping on the door, a voice shouting, "Come on Jared, let me in," and knows that it could only be one person. His face turns an interesting shade of pink as he unlocks the trailer door, stepping aside to let Jensen in.
"You okay, man?" Jensen looks concerned. "You're not getting ill or something?"
"Nah, I'm good." Jared looks at the spot behind Jensen's left ear. "Was just sleeping."
"We need to go back on set." Jensen informs him. "Weren't you wearing a shirt?"
"Got yoghurt on it." Jared lies easily, his eyes travelling to the shirt.
"Man, wardrobe are gonna be pissed, that shit's tough to get out." Jensen held the door as Jared grabbed the messy shirt before stepping into the cold Vancouver air.
~#~
Jared and Jensen had finished the scene they were working on together, and Jared decided that he was gonna wait around for his co-star, watch from the directors point of view. Jared flicked through the script, his eye's widening as he read what was going to happen. It turns out Dean's about to get some loving from this week's damsel in distress, and Jared sighed, knowing that it was gonna take a fair few shoots as Jensen and the actress didn't have a whole lotta chemistry.
"Action!"
Jared's gaze snapped from the script to the scene, where Dean was running off some dialogue about sex. Jensen's voice had a cocky edge to it, and he grins before he kisses the girl, slow and sweet at first, turning fast and furious and passionate, just before Jensen pulls her shirt off.
"Cut!"
Jensen groans, stepping back from the actress, handing back her shirt.
"At least try to have some chemistry. Hell imagine she's the girl of your dreams and you're finally gonna bed her. Jesus, Jensen."
Jensen's ears turn pink and Jared knows that Jensen's pissed at being told he has no chemistry. It was the same with Alona and the 'shoulda cleaned the pipes' scene (which Jared can remember taking a whole day to finally get a decent version down on film).
"Action."
Jensen reels off the same dialogue, looking intently at the girl, eyes blazing and Jared can't keep his eyes off him. Jared groans inwardly as Jensen licks his lips before kissing her. The scene lasts longer and Jensen's shirt is tossed towards the non-existent wall, his boots are kicked behind him.
"Lemme help with that." Dean says as his partner fumbles with the fastening of his jeans. They make short work of them and his jeans are kicked aside as they kiss, moving towards this week's crappy motel bed.
Jared can't move, he can't breath and he's vaguely aware that his dick is hard enough to pound nails, because the only thing running though his mind is Jensen, and how this whole voyeur thing might not be such a bad idea. Jared blinks and someone must have yelled 'cut' because Jensen's dressing again, and Jared wonders just how he can make a mundane act look so damn elegant.
Jared groans, knowing he's in for a long night.
~#~
Jared's just about to get in his car when he hears Jensen's voice echoing across the parking lot. He groans and he's pretty sure he's gonna die of blue balls unless he wanks soon.
"Jay, wait up!" Jensen jogs over to the car, wearing that damn ridiculous winter coat and Jared can't help smiling.
"Just about to go home." Jared says, looking at Jensen, whose cheeks are flushed and hair mussed from the last scene.
"I know, it's just, I saw you watching that last scene. What did you think of it?" Jensen's looking up at him. "From a viewers point of view."
"It was good, real hot." Jared said.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, man, couldn't stop watching." Jared flushed, and was suddenly glad it was dark.
"You don't think it's too pornographic?"
"No way, it's not like you see anything." Jared fidgeted, his erection pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.
"Thanks." Jensen grinned. "Gonna watch the game tonight?"
"You bet. Wanna come 'round?" Jared said it out of habit, and instantly regretted it.
"Sure. I'll follow you home." He nodded to his car, grabbing his keys from his pocket. "See you back there."
"Yeah." Jared groaned as Jensen walked away, wondering just how long he could stay in the bathroom for without Jensen getting suspicious.
~#~
Jared hit a button on the remote as Jensen sat on the overstuffed couch. "Help yourself to beer and snacks and stuff."
"Thanks." Jensen grinned and Jared's cock twitched.
"Gonna go to the bathroom." Jared said quickly, trying to sound casual but failing. He shot Jensen a smile before leaving the room and into the nearest bathroom. He groaned, unzipping his jeans and pushing them and his underwear to the floor, the cool air hitting his erection hard. It was times like this he was glad he had a good imagination. His hand wrapped around his cock and Jared tried desperately to remember that scene from earlier, Jensen stripping and that intensity in his eyes. He groaned, his mind blank. "Fuck." He slammed his hand down on the sink.
"You okay in there Jay?"
Jared's eyes widened. Jensen was right outside the door and he was stood with his pants around his ankles and dick in his hand.
"Yeah. Peachy." Peachy? Jared groaned.
"Come on Jay, you can tell me." Jensen sounded amused. "You jerking off or something?"
Oh shit.
"Oh fuck. God, I'm sorry." Jensen sighed. "I'll go."
"No!" The word was spoken a little too quickly, but Jensen stopped moving.
"What, Jay?"
"Iwantyoutowatch." The words mashed together and Jared wasn't sure if he had spoken the words or thought them.
"What?"
Fuck. "I want you to watch." Jared felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment as the words were spoken.
"Look, if this is a joke-"
"No joke." Jared said, cutting off Jensen. "I swear." Jared unlocked the door, and left it as an invitation to Jensen.
Jared blinked. This was stupid, even if Jensen liked to watch, it didn't mean he wanted to watch him. Jared felt his cock soften slightly in his hand, before the door opened slowly, Jared twisting around to meet Jensen.
"God, Jay." Jensen's eyes travelled down his body, stopping with his gaze on Jared's cock.
"I just." Jared sighed. "I have a pretty good imagination, but it's pretty much died."
"What do you imagine?" Jensen's voice was soft, and he moved slowly, closing the lid on the toilet and sitting.
"Different things. Like earlier, I was a porn star, and," he blushed, "you were the director. And, God, in that scene earlier, it was me and you." Jared's hand moved slowly, stroking up the shaft and over the head.
"Sounds good, Jay." Jensen's eyes locked with Jared's. "You look so fucking good."
Jared moaned. "Talk to me, man, please."
"So good, Jay. God, your dick's fucking huge, wanna feel it in my hand, in my mouth. You wanna fuck my mouth, Jay?"
Jared cursed, his hand moving quicker.
"That's it, little bit harder. You like it rough, I can tell."
Jared pulled harder, his fingernails tugging lightly at the skin. "So close, Jen."
"Come on Jay, wanna see you come, wanna see you lose it."
Jared let out a yell, his vision going white as he came, covering his hand in milky white.
"Fuck." Jensen groaned, shifting.
Jared let out a shaky breath, looking down at Jensen. "Couldn't stop watching you earlier, think I might have a voyeur kink too."
Jensen looked up at Jared. "I may have a voyeur kink, but you're the only one I wanna watch."
Author: steph_hime
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. They pretty much own each other.
Spoilers: None
A/N: Loved writing this, in fact I was writing this when I should have been working on other projects. Beta'd by lilydahlia.
Summary/Prompt: Jared knows Jensen's got a bit of a voyeur kink; he wants to watch him. for spn_wank_off
Jared knows Jensen's got a bit of a voyeur kink, hell, everyone knows about it, Mike and Tom took turns forwarding messages to Jensen's work colleagues after a drunken game of truth or dare, and Jensen was left wondering why he was getting strange looks the next day they were filming. It's a running joke on set that you shouldn't risk a quick five knuckle shuffle when Jensen was around because he'd try to watch.
Jensen takes it in his stride, firing snide remarks to whoever said it, 'you wish', and 'that's your wife's job' being his favourites. Every time someone mentions it, he adds another mark to the total in his head, keeping tab of the amount of laxative to pour into Mike and Tom's drinks on their next night out.
Jared tends to ignore it all, leaving the crew to have their fun, and Jensen to plot his revenge, preferring to sit in his trailer and play on his PSP, and definitely not thinking about what it would be like to let Jensen watch him wank. Well, that's what he tells himself anyway, knowing that the lie is somewhat better than the truth.
The problem is that Jared has a really active imagination. He thinks it's probably linked to the fact that his momma read so many books to him as a child. Like right now, Jared is immersed in a daydream. He's a porn star, and Jensen is the director, watching Jared's every move, encouraging him.
"Come on Jay, a little harder."
Jared grips his bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at his erection a little harder, his thumb pressing into the slit.
"So hot Jared, makes me wanna come over there and fuck you hard."
Jared groans as his orgasm hits, splattering Sam's clothes with come and Jared knows wardrobe are gonna be pissed at him, but he's more bothered about Jensen, and the imaginary look on his face, causing his cock to give a feeble twitch of appreciation. He peels off the sticky shirt, balling it up and tossing it on the floor. He'd say it was yoghurt if they asked.
Jared's suddenly aware of tapping on the door, a voice shouting, "Come on Jared, let me in," and knows that it could only be one person. His face turns an interesting shade of pink as he unlocks the trailer door, stepping aside to let Jensen in.
"You okay, man?" Jensen looks concerned. "You're not getting ill or something?"
"Nah, I'm good." Jared looks at the spot behind Jensen's left ear. "Was just sleeping."
"We need to go back on set." Jensen informs him. "Weren't you wearing a shirt?"
"Got yoghurt on it." Jared lies easily, his eyes travelling to the shirt.
"Man, wardrobe are gonna be pissed, that shit's tough to get out." Jensen held the door as Jared grabbed the messy shirt before stepping into the cold Vancouver air.
~#~
Jared and Jensen had finished the scene they were working on together, and Jared decided that he was gonna wait around for his co-star, watch from the directors point of view. Jared flicked through the script, his eye's widening as he read what was going to happen. It turns out Dean's about to get some loving from this week's damsel in distress, and Jared sighed, knowing that it was gonna take a fair few shoots as Jensen and the actress didn't have a whole lotta chemistry.
"Action!"
Jared's gaze snapped from the script to the scene, where Dean was running off some dialogue about sex. Jensen's voice had a cocky edge to it, and he grins before he kisses the girl, slow and sweet at first, turning fast and furious and passionate, just before Jensen pulls her shirt off.
"Cut!"
Jensen groans, stepping back from the actress, handing back her shirt.
"At least try to have some chemistry. Hell imagine she's the girl of your dreams and you're finally gonna bed her. Jesus, Jensen."
Jensen's ears turn pink and Jared knows that Jensen's pissed at being told he has no chemistry. It was the same with Alona and the 'shoulda cleaned the pipes' scene (which Jared can remember taking a whole day to finally get a decent version down on film).
"Action."
Jensen reels off the same dialogue, looking intently at the girl, eyes blazing and Jared can't keep his eyes off him. Jared groans inwardly as Jensen licks his lips before kissing her. The scene lasts longer and Jensen's shirt is tossed towards the non-existent wall, his boots are kicked behind him.
"Lemme help with that." Dean says as his partner fumbles with the fastening of his jeans. They make short work of them and his jeans are kicked aside as they kiss, moving towards this week's crappy motel bed.
Jared can't move, he can't breath and he's vaguely aware that his dick is hard enough to pound nails, because the only thing running though his mind is Jensen, and how this whole voyeur thing might not be such a bad idea. Jared blinks and someone must have yelled 'cut' because Jensen's dressing again, and Jared wonders just how he can make a mundane act look so damn elegant.
Jared groans, knowing he's in for a long night.
~#~
Jared's just about to get in his car when he hears Jensen's voice echoing across the parking lot. He groans and he's pretty sure he's gonna die of blue balls unless he wanks soon.
"Jay, wait up!" Jensen jogs over to the car, wearing that damn ridiculous winter coat and Jared can't help smiling.
"Just about to go home." Jared says, looking at Jensen, whose cheeks are flushed and hair mussed from the last scene.
"I know, it's just, I saw you watching that last scene. What did you think of it?" Jensen's looking up at him. "From a viewers point of view."
"It was good, real hot." Jared said.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, man, couldn't stop watching." Jared flushed, and was suddenly glad it was dark.
"You don't think it's too pornographic?"
"No way, it's not like you see anything." Jared fidgeted, his erection pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.
"Thanks." Jensen grinned. "Gonna watch the game tonight?"
"You bet. Wanna come 'round?" Jared said it out of habit, and instantly regretted it.
"Sure. I'll follow you home." He nodded to his car, grabbing his keys from his pocket. "See you back there."
"Yeah." Jared groaned as Jensen walked away, wondering just how long he could stay in the bathroom for without Jensen getting suspicious.
~#~
Jared hit a button on the remote as Jensen sat on the overstuffed couch. "Help yourself to beer and snacks and stuff."
"Thanks." Jensen grinned and Jared's cock twitched.
"Gonna go to the bathroom." Jared said quickly, trying to sound casual but failing. He shot Jensen a smile before leaving the room and into the nearest bathroom. He groaned, unzipping his jeans and pushing them and his underwear to the floor, the cool air hitting his erection hard. It was times like this he was glad he had a good imagination. His hand wrapped around his cock and Jared tried desperately to remember that scene from earlier, Jensen stripping and that intensity in his eyes. He groaned, his mind blank. "Fuck." He slammed his hand down on the sink.
"You okay in there Jay?"
Jared's eyes widened. Jensen was right outside the door and he was stood with his pants around his ankles and dick in his hand.
"Yeah. Peachy." Peachy? Jared groaned.
"Come on Jay, you can tell me." Jensen sounded amused. "You jerking off or something?"
Oh shit.
"Oh fuck. God, I'm sorry." Jensen sighed. "I'll go."
"No!" The word was spoken a little too quickly, but Jensen stopped moving.
"What, Jay?"
"Iwantyoutowatch." The words mashed together and Jared wasn't sure if he had spoken the words or thought them.
"What?"
Fuck. "I want you to watch." Jared felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment as the words were spoken.
"Look, if this is a joke-"
"No joke." Jared said, cutting off Jensen. "I swear." Jared unlocked the door, and left it as an invitation to Jensen.
Jared blinked. This was stupid, even if Jensen liked to watch, it didn't mean he wanted to watch him. Jared felt his cock soften slightly in his hand, before the door opened slowly, Jared twisting around to meet Jensen.
"God, Jay." Jensen's eyes travelled down his body, stopping with his gaze on Jared's cock.
"I just." Jared sighed. "I have a pretty good imagination, but it's pretty much died."
"What do you imagine?" Jensen's voice was soft, and he moved slowly, closing the lid on the toilet and sitting.
"Different things. Like earlier, I was a porn star, and," he blushed, "you were the director. And, God, in that scene earlier, it was me and you." Jared's hand moved slowly, stroking up the shaft and over the head.
"Sounds good, Jay." Jensen's eyes locked with Jared's. "You look so fucking good."
Jared moaned. "Talk to me, man, please."
"So good, Jay. God, your dick's fucking huge, wanna feel it in my hand, in my mouth. You wanna fuck my mouth, Jay?"
Jared cursed, his hand moving quicker.
"That's it, little bit harder. You like it rough, I can tell."
Jared pulled harder, his fingernails tugging lightly at the skin. "So close, Jen."
"Come on Jay, wanna see you come, wanna see you lose it."
Jared let out a yell, his vision going white as he came, covering his hand in milky white.
"Fuck." Jensen groaned, shifting.
Jared let out a shaky breath, looking down at Jensen. "Couldn't stop watching you earlier, think I might have a voyeur kink too."
Jensen looked up at Jared. "I may have a voyeur kink, but you're the only one I wanna watch."