Jared’s Mind is Still An Enigma (JA/JP, SPN RPS) NC-17
Title: Jared’s Mind is (Still) An Enigma
Author: keepaofthecheez
Characters: Jensen/Jared (mentions of Jensen/Dean)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2, 050
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. If I did, there would be videos…many, many porny videos.
Summary: Jared has a dream and wants to tell Jensen about it.
Notes: Well, apparently Jared’s mind is just a den seething with kinky shit. And he likes to tell me all about it, so yay? I guess?
Dedicated to la_folle_allure, who wanted to see some Jensen/Dean, and this was what my crazy OTP-mind came up with.
“So I had this dream.”
Jensen didn’t even turn around, still eyeing himself in the full-length mirror. Had the makeup girl missed a spot under his left cheek? Not cool…splotches on film had the tendency to look like acne.
“Great. The last time you had one of those, I was in lip-gloss and a feather boa,” he said absently, twisting his neck this way and that, trying to figure out if it was just a trick of the light or if April had, indeed, fucked his foundation up.
Jared didn’t answer, at least not right away. Jensen heard the sound of a lock turning and bit back a smirk. “Ah, so it was that kind of dream,” he guessed, flipping up his collar and looking into the glass to meet his co-star’s gaze as Jared approached from behind him.
“Definitely.” There was something a bit…off about Jared’s grin, however, that made it impossible for Jensen to relax. He just stood there, fingers still clenched in leather as Jared pressed along behind him, hands on Jensen’s hips and nose a scant inch from Jensen’s neck.
Jensen tilted his head, waiting to feel the familiar sleek, wet heat of Jared’s tongue against his skin. But it didn’t come. Clearing his throat, he studied Jared’s dark gaze again, mouth curving. “Okay, Jay. This better be good.”
“Hmm.” Jared’s smile couldn’t have been any more smug, and Jensen was starting to get a bit irritated. “You know, I don’t think I ever told you about my little crush.”
“Oh, Christ.” Jensen wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Jared tended to say the most asinine things strictly to get a rise out of Jensen, and while he was pretty good - now - at deciphering when Jared was serious and when he was just fucking with Jensen’s mind, this was a topic Jensen would rather not have to deal with. “Jared-”
“It’s okay,” Jared murmured, still rubbing the tips of his fingers along Jensen’s hips. He shifted just a bit, thigh pressing up between Jensen’s legs so that Jensen’s only course of action was to widen his stance and practically straddle Jared’s thigh. He tried to look over his shoulder, but Jared held him immobile with his gaze in the mirror.
“You look…really good in leather, Jen.”
Well. That was true.
Jensen’s lips pursed when Jared then buried his face in the collar of his leather coat, breathing deep and making a sound of pleasure. “Should I let you and the jacket have a moment alone, Jared?”
The sarcasm wasn’t lost on his co-star; Jared lifted his head just enough to catch Jensen’s gaze from beneath heavy lids. “Where’d the fun in that be?”
“I wonder,” Jensen muttered. He sighed, shrugging Jared off, or trying to anyway. “We gotta be on set in twenty. What’s this all about?”
“I wanna tell you about my dream.”
“Then stop molesting my wardrobe and start talking.”
Jared’s teeth flashed, and Jensen would remember that as the moment when he probably should’ve run. As it was, he barely had the chance to take a breath before Jared had his nose pressed up against the glass, long fingers rucking up the hem of the jacket and reaching for the button to his jeans.
“Hey, hey…I’m not that kinda guy,” Jensen joked, hoping like hell his voice didn’t betray his excitement half as much as the immediate swelling in his pants did. “Aren’t ya gonna buy me dinner first, honey pie?”
“I had this dream,” Jared said again, voice a low rumble in Jensen’s ear. Jensen struggled not to react to the graze of Jared’s palm along his lower abdomen, but the muscles clenched and tightened when Jared’s lips caught just the tip of his lobe. “You were in it, Jen.”
“God, I hope so,” Jensen managed, unable to keep from rolling his hips back. Satisfaction - at least a little - filled him when he realized Jared was already hard as fuck and definitely more on edge than Jensen. At least, he could tell himself that and believe it. “Tell me more then.”
“You were being…really bad.” Jared laughed, and the first button on Jensen’s fly was popped open. Jensen’s breathing hitched as he waited eagerly for Jared to continue, and then, “You were getting fucked.”
“By you?” Please, Walt Disney, make this dream come true.
“Oh, I was there,” Jared continued in an easy tone, working at the next button. “But no, not by me. Have I mentioned my little crush yet?”
Jensen blew out a breath. “Is this your idea of foreplay, dude? Bringing up other random people?”
“I was watching Dean Winchester fuck you, Jensen.”
Jensen froze. His mouth worked soundlessly during a long moment where Jared just stared back at him, thumbs dipping and circling just beneath the band of Jensen’s underwear. He cleared his throat. “Did you, uh, did you just tell me to go fuck myself?”
Jared blinked, and then he was laughing in that full-bodied way that made it impossible to look away from him. Jensen had seen it time and time again, and was affected each and every time. “God, it was so hot, Jensen…you just…you have no idea.”
Another button slipped loose of its hole and Jensen felt a slight tug on his jeans - Dean’s jeans - and swallowed. “You’re kidding, right? Man, that’s kinda…”
“Kinky?” Jared all but purred, and then there was another tug. “Fucking right, it is. And you love it.”
“Yeah, I don’t know about that,” Jensen drawled, feeling a goddamn flush working its way up his cheeks. Just the idea of what Jared was saying…getting fucked by the character he played on television? Jesus Christ, where did his friend get shit like that?
“So hot.” Jared reached up, taking hold of the small scarab amulet hanging around Jensen’s neck, fingering the charm and twisting the leather cord around his fingers. “You were sucking on this little guy…biting down and trying not to scream the entire time.” Jared licked his lips, eyes brightening. “Hey, now. There’s an idea.”
Uh oh. Jensen knew that look. “No way, dude. Don’t even fucking-”
“Say that again,” Jared interrupted, eyes gleaming. “Watching those pretty lips say such nasty things gets me all…”
“Fuck you.”
“Hot.” Jared chuckled, and he dropped the necklace to reach for Jensen’s waist again. A few sharp tugs later, and Jensen’s jeans got caught around his hips, barely revealing the curve of his ass to Jared’s gaze.
Jensen swallowed, forehead pressed against the cool glass. “What are you gonna-”
“It was just like this,” Jared was saying, voice dreamy and slurred as he pulled the denim just under Jensen’s ass. “He had you up against the Impala - sweet, right? - and just totally overpowered you, Jensen. You were the biggest fucking bottom for him, and you just let him…”
“What?” And fuck if there wasn’t a hint of breathlessness in his voice. Jensen abruptly hated Jared’s ability to paint a vivid picture with his words, because he could see it now. And that was about fifty-thousand kinds of wrong.
“You let him do everything.” Jared was nearly whispering now, and Jensen heard the soft snick of a zipper being undone and groaned quietly in anticipation. “You were fucking beautiful.”
“And you were w-watching?” His voice broke on the last word, hips already rocking back and forth as Jared’s lips closed on the tender flesh beneath his jaw. He whined through his teeth, reaching down and wrapping his fingers around his dick and pulling once. Twice.
“It was my idea.” Breath harsh and hot against his neck. And then, teeth just barely skimming his chin, lips brushing the corner of his mouth, and Jared’s silky-sweet voice. “You’d fuck him for me, wouldn’t you, baby? If I wanted you to?”
“Not…real.” Jensen felt it was important to point that out, because it was starting to become a little unclear. He watched through his lashes as Jared’s fingers gently pushed his away and took over fisting Jensen’s cock. “Oh, Christ, Jared.”
“Yeah, you made that same sound when he did this to you.” Jared’s features were flushed, excited. “You let him fuck your ass, Jensen, and all you said was my name. Do you have any fucking idea how hot that is?”
“God.”
There was the distinct sound of something hitting the floor, and Jensen wouldn’t have even needed to look in the mirror to know that Sam’s baggy jeans were now around Jared’s ankles. Of course, he looked anyway.
“Open your mouth,” Jared managed, palming Jensen’s cheek and gently prying his lips open. Jensen didn’t hesitate, sucking one of Jared’s long fingers inside and biting the tip as his co-star cursed and bucked his hips against Jensen’s.
He wasn’t surprised when Dean’s necklace replaced Jared’s fingers a minute later, and Jensen tasted metal and sweat on his tongue. Jared was still talking, telling him every last detail that had occurred in his dream, and Jensen fought to pay attention and not come in Jared’s hand as he continued lazily jerking Jensen off.
“He was taking you good and deep…just the way you like it. Just shoved your head against the hood and went for it, Jensen. You were moaning like a little bitch.”
He was moaning like that now, too; charm between his teeth and eyes half-closed and unseeing. Just fuck me already he cried inwardly, fingers clenching from where they gripped the edge of the mirror.
And maybe someone up there really liked him, because then Jared was taking a breath and slicking first his hand with saliva, and then his cock. “You can take me with just my spit, right?” he asked, gasping against Jensen’s ear. “You took it that way for Dean.”
And instead of reminding him again that Dean wasn’t real, that it had all been a dream, Jensen just nodded frantically and managed around the necklace, “Yeah, just do it. Slow.”
There was a moment’s reprieve, and then a burning press against his ass. Jensen gritted his teeth, stretching his legs as far as he could within the restrictions of the denim, and planted his feet on the floor.
“He’d be good at this wouldn’t he?” Jared rocked forward, just enough to send himself deeper, and Jensen couldn’t hold back the grunt of pleasure-edged pain. “Just think about how good it would be.”
“Not as good as you, Jay.” And there was nothing schmoopy about it…just cold, hard facts. No one fucked him like Jared did. Even in his whacked-out dreams.
That did it. Jared drew his lower lip between his teeth, brow creasing as he gripped Jensen by the hips and pulled him to a better angle. Fucking without a condom was a sloppy mess Jensen generally tried to avoid, but it wouldn’t be the first rule he’d broken because of Jared.
Jared started babbling about mid-way through - a litany of oaths and curses and utter nonsense that Jensen was pretty sure his co-star wouldn’t remember saying after it was all over (So fucking perfect…I love you…your ass…so tight…want you so much…), and Jensen reached down to finish the job on himself as the pressure built and built.
“Oh fuck, look at us, Jensen.” Jared let out a hysterical laugh then, and Jensen looked up to try and figure out what could possibly be fucking funny when he was about to come his brains out in the costume trailer before the first afternoon take.
What he saw was, quite clearly, Sam and Dean Winchester.
“This should be so fucking wrong,” Jared was saying, still half-laughing and fucking Jensen even harder. “Dude, it’s…”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” Jensen interrupted, working his cock faster. “And don’t stop fucking me.”
“Jesus, who’s the kinky bitch now?”
"Shut...fuck...shut up."
They came in a blinding rush of grunts and groans and teeth and lips. Jensen’s knees threatened to buckle the minute Jared pulled away, and if it hadn’t been for Jared’s palms still planted firmly on his hips, he probably would’ve hit the floor ass-first and had a nice bruise for the rest of the day.
“Well,” he managed through a voice husky and ragged in the way only fantastic sex could bring about. He met Jared’s sheepish gaze in the mirror and had to smile. “There’s one for the blooper reel.”
Author: keepaofthecheez
Characters: Jensen/Jared (mentions of Jensen/Dean)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2, 050
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. If I did, there would be videos…many, many porny videos.
Summary: Jared has a dream and wants to tell Jensen about it.
Notes: Well, apparently Jared’s mind is just a den seething with kinky shit. And he likes to tell me all about it, so yay? I guess?
Dedicated to la_folle_allure, who wanted to see some Jensen/Dean, and this was what my crazy OTP-mind came up with.
“So I had this dream.”
Jensen didn’t even turn around, still eyeing himself in the full-length mirror. Had the makeup girl missed a spot under his left cheek? Not cool…splotches on film had the tendency to look like acne.
“Great. The last time you had one of those, I was in lip-gloss and a feather boa,” he said absently, twisting his neck this way and that, trying to figure out if it was just a trick of the light or if April had, indeed, fucked his foundation up.
Jared didn’t answer, at least not right away. Jensen heard the sound of a lock turning and bit back a smirk. “Ah, so it was that kind of dream,” he guessed, flipping up his collar and looking into the glass to meet his co-star’s gaze as Jared approached from behind him.
“Definitely.” There was something a bit…off about Jared’s grin, however, that made it impossible for Jensen to relax. He just stood there, fingers still clenched in leather as Jared pressed along behind him, hands on Jensen’s hips and nose a scant inch from Jensen’s neck.
Jensen tilted his head, waiting to feel the familiar sleek, wet heat of Jared’s tongue against his skin. But it didn’t come. Clearing his throat, he studied Jared’s dark gaze again, mouth curving. “Okay, Jay. This better be good.”
“Hmm.” Jared’s smile couldn’t have been any more smug, and Jensen was starting to get a bit irritated. “You know, I don’t think I ever told you about my little crush.”
“Oh, Christ.” Jensen wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Jared tended to say the most asinine things strictly to get a rise out of Jensen, and while he was pretty good - now - at deciphering when Jared was serious and when he was just fucking with Jensen’s mind, this was a topic Jensen would rather not have to deal with. “Jared-”
“It’s okay,” Jared murmured, still rubbing the tips of his fingers along Jensen’s hips. He shifted just a bit, thigh pressing up between Jensen’s legs so that Jensen’s only course of action was to widen his stance and practically straddle Jared’s thigh. He tried to look over his shoulder, but Jared held him immobile with his gaze in the mirror.
“You look…really good in leather, Jen.”
Well. That was true.
Jensen’s lips pursed when Jared then buried his face in the collar of his leather coat, breathing deep and making a sound of pleasure. “Should I let you and the jacket have a moment alone, Jared?”
The sarcasm wasn’t lost on his co-star; Jared lifted his head just enough to catch Jensen’s gaze from beneath heavy lids. “Where’d the fun in that be?”
“I wonder,” Jensen muttered. He sighed, shrugging Jared off, or trying to anyway. “We gotta be on set in twenty. What’s this all about?”
“I wanna tell you about my dream.”
“Then stop molesting my wardrobe and start talking.”
Jared’s teeth flashed, and Jensen would remember that as the moment when he probably should’ve run. As it was, he barely had the chance to take a breath before Jared had his nose pressed up against the glass, long fingers rucking up the hem of the jacket and reaching for the button to his jeans.
“Hey, hey…I’m not that kinda guy,” Jensen joked, hoping like hell his voice didn’t betray his excitement half as much as the immediate swelling in his pants did. “Aren’t ya gonna buy me dinner first, honey pie?”
“I had this dream,” Jared said again, voice a low rumble in Jensen’s ear. Jensen struggled not to react to the graze of Jared’s palm along his lower abdomen, but the muscles clenched and tightened when Jared’s lips caught just the tip of his lobe. “You were in it, Jen.”
“God, I hope so,” Jensen managed, unable to keep from rolling his hips back. Satisfaction - at least a little - filled him when he realized Jared was already hard as fuck and definitely more on edge than Jensen. At least, he could tell himself that and believe it. “Tell me more then.”
“You were being…really bad.” Jared laughed, and the first button on Jensen’s fly was popped open. Jensen’s breathing hitched as he waited eagerly for Jared to continue, and then, “You were getting fucked.”
“By you?” Please, Walt Disney, make this dream come true.
“Oh, I was there,” Jared continued in an easy tone, working at the next button. “But no, not by me. Have I mentioned my little crush yet?”
Jensen blew out a breath. “Is this your idea of foreplay, dude? Bringing up other random people?”
“I was watching Dean Winchester fuck you, Jensen.”
Jensen froze. His mouth worked soundlessly during a long moment where Jared just stared back at him, thumbs dipping and circling just beneath the band of Jensen’s underwear. He cleared his throat. “Did you, uh, did you just tell me to go fuck myself?”
Jared blinked, and then he was laughing in that full-bodied way that made it impossible to look away from him. Jensen had seen it time and time again, and was affected each and every time. “God, it was so hot, Jensen…you just…you have no idea.”
Another button slipped loose of its hole and Jensen felt a slight tug on his jeans - Dean’s jeans - and swallowed. “You’re kidding, right? Man, that’s kinda…”
“Kinky?” Jared all but purred, and then there was another tug. “Fucking right, it is. And you love it.”
“Yeah, I don’t know about that,” Jensen drawled, feeling a goddamn flush working its way up his cheeks. Just the idea of what Jared was saying…getting fucked by the character he played on television? Jesus Christ, where did his friend get shit like that?
“So hot.” Jared reached up, taking hold of the small scarab amulet hanging around Jensen’s neck, fingering the charm and twisting the leather cord around his fingers. “You were sucking on this little guy…biting down and trying not to scream the entire time.” Jared licked his lips, eyes brightening. “Hey, now. There’s an idea.”
Uh oh. Jensen knew that look. “No way, dude. Don’t even fucking-”
“Say that again,” Jared interrupted, eyes gleaming. “Watching those pretty lips say such nasty things gets me all…”
“Fuck you.”
“Hot.” Jared chuckled, and he dropped the necklace to reach for Jensen’s waist again. A few sharp tugs later, and Jensen’s jeans got caught around his hips, barely revealing the curve of his ass to Jared’s gaze.
Jensen swallowed, forehead pressed against the cool glass. “What are you gonna-”
“It was just like this,” Jared was saying, voice dreamy and slurred as he pulled the denim just under Jensen’s ass. “He had you up against the Impala - sweet, right? - and just totally overpowered you, Jensen. You were the biggest fucking bottom for him, and you just let him…”
“What?” And fuck if there wasn’t a hint of breathlessness in his voice. Jensen abruptly hated Jared’s ability to paint a vivid picture with his words, because he could see it now. And that was about fifty-thousand kinds of wrong.
“You let him do everything.” Jared was nearly whispering now, and Jensen heard the soft snick of a zipper being undone and groaned quietly in anticipation. “You were fucking beautiful.”
“And you were w-watching?” His voice broke on the last word, hips already rocking back and forth as Jared’s lips closed on the tender flesh beneath his jaw. He whined through his teeth, reaching down and wrapping his fingers around his dick and pulling once. Twice.
“It was my idea.” Breath harsh and hot against his neck. And then, teeth just barely skimming his chin, lips brushing the corner of his mouth, and Jared’s silky-sweet voice. “You’d fuck him for me, wouldn’t you, baby? If I wanted you to?”
“Not…real.” Jensen felt it was important to point that out, because it was starting to become a little unclear. He watched through his lashes as Jared’s fingers gently pushed his away and took over fisting Jensen’s cock. “Oh, Christ, Jared.”
“Yeah, you made that same sound when he did this to you.” Jared’s features were flushed, excited. “You let him fuck your ass, Jensen, and all you said was my name. Do you have any fucking idea how hot that is?”
“God.”
There was the distinct sound of something hitting the floor, and Jensen wouldn’t have even needed to look in the mirror to know that Sam’s baggy jeans were now around Jared’s ankles. Of course, he looked anyway.
“Open your mouth,” Jared managed, palming Jensen’s cheek and gently prying his lips open. Jensen didn’t hesitate, sucking one of Jared’s long fingers inside and biting the tip as his co-star cursed and bucked his hips against Jensen’s.
He wasn’t surprised when Dean’s necklace replaced Jared’s fingers a minute later, and Jensen tasted metal and sweat on his tongue. Jared was still talking, telling him every last detail that had occurred in his dream, and Jensen fought to pay attention and not come in Jared’s hand as he continued lazily jerking Jensen off.
“He was taking you good and deep…just the way you like it. Just shoved your head against the hood and went for it, Jensen. You were moaning like a little bitch.”
He was moaning like that now, too; charm between his teeth and eyes half-closed and unseeing. Just fuck me already he cried inwardly, fingers clenching from where they gripped the edge of the mirror.
And maybe someone up there really liked him, because then Jared was taking a breath and slicking first his hand with saliva, and then his cock. “You can take me with just my spit, right?” he asked, gasping against Jensen’s ear. “You took it that way for Dean.”
And instead of reminding him again that Dean wasn’t real, that it had all been a dream, Jensen just nodded frantically and managed around the necklace, “Yeah, just do it. Slow.”
There was a moment’s reprieve, and then a burning press against his ass. Jensen gritted his teeth, stretching his legs as far as he could within the restrictions of the denim, and planted his feet on the floor.
“He’d be good at this wouldn’t he?” Jared rocked forward, just enough to send himself deeper, and Jensen couldn’t hold back the grunt of pleasure-edged pain. “Just think about how good it would be.”
“Not as good as you, Jay.” And there was nothing schmoopy about it…just cold, hard facts. No one fucked him like Jared did. Even in his whacked-out dreams.
That did it. Jared drew his lower lip between his teeth, brow creasing as he gripped Jensen by the hips and pulled him to a better angle. Fucking without a condom was a sloppy mess Jensen generally tried to avoid, but it wouldn’t be the first rule he’d broken because of Jared.
Jared started babbling about mid-way through - a litany of oaths and curses and utter nonsense that Jensen was pretty sure his co-star wouldn’t remember saying after it was all over (So fucking perfect…I love you…your ass…so tight…want you so much…), and Jensen reached down to finish the job on himself as the pressure built and built.
“Oh fuck, look at us, Jensen.” Jared let out a hysterical laugh then, and Jensen looked up to try and figure out what could possibly be fucking funny when he was about to come his brains out in the costume trailer before the first afternoon take.
What he saw was, quite clearly, Sam and Dean Winchester.
“This should be so fucking wrong,” Jared was saying, still half-laughing and fucking Jensen even harder. “Dude, it’s…”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” Jensen interrupted, working his cock faster. “And don’t stop fucking me.”
“Jesus, who’s the kinky bitch now?”
"Shut...fuck...shut up."
They came in a blinding rush of grunts and groans and teeth and lips. Jensen’s knees threatened to buckle the minute Jared pulled away, and if it hadn’t been for Jared’s palms still planted firmly on his hips, he probably would’ve hit the floor ass-first and had a nice bruise for the rest of the day.
“Well,” he managed through a voice husky and ragged in the way only fantastic sex could bring about. He met Jared’s sheepish gaze in the mirror and had to smile. “There’s one for the blooper reel.”