To The Power Of 2
Title: To The Power Of 2
Prompt:Rockstar!Jared - semi-public sex, seduction, oral
Pairing: Jensen/Jared, Jared/ofc
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Het (brief), Violence , Douchebaggyness
Summary: What do you mean Rockstar!Jared isn't enough of a summary? Well Jared is a rockstar, and Jensen is definitely into the band, they've been eye-fucking for weeks though Jared only knows him as the green-eyed mystery man, what happens when Jared gets what he wants?
He’s got her spread over the back of the couch, doesn’t even look at her, just rams his giant cock into her, hands gripped tight into her thighs, fucking her onto him, her moans distant like he’s hearing them from under water, hearing instead that last song, feels the strings against his fingers, but all he can see are those moss green eyes. He caught those eyes somewhere in between his fifth chord and the chorus in the second song, he no longer knew or cared for the title. How he made it through on the nights when the green eyed stranger would appear he was sure he would never know. His body remembering what his mind failed to supply.
Tonight had been no different. And it still amazes him how in a room of thousands with every set of eyes trained on him he can still zero in on his mystery man, granted he stands head and shoulders above the bouncing, shrieking girls, and he wasn’t the only man present, just the only one worthy of his attention. Those eyes held him captive, penetrating his very soul. When he would blink, Jared would follow those full lashes down to those strong cheekbones, to those plump lips, and when the light sweeps over this beautiful creature, for he is sure no human man could possess such beauty, he swears he can see freckles dusting across that nose.
He grunted. He was nowhere near coming, sound slamming back into him, crowding him as she cried out, hips smacking hard against her, the dull thwack amplified, and he wouldn’t be any time soon. No offence to the girl, but hell he wouldn’t even have accepted her offer, except he’d been so fucking hard, groupies were not his thing, never had been. Sure he appreciated his fans, he signed autographs, took pictures, put on a smile, or ‘come-fuck-me’ grin but when in their presence he couldn’t help but feel a massive disconnect. And nothing turned him off more than some dumb slut, so willing to spread her legs. And for what? He didn’t feel qualified to give that answer. That was it. Something igniting in the pit of his stomach. Clawing at her supple flesh, and finally he looked at her, her eyes wide as she trembled, his smirk taking on what bordered as a sadistic quality, and he pushed her off.
Her shoulders taking the brunt of the fall, “You fucking asshole!” she all but screamed as her head smacked against the floor, scrambling to her feet, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
He cocked his head to the side, the corners of his mouth twitching, “Sorry kiddo, didn’t make the final cut,” eyes flicking down to the slick dripping down her thighs, “Don’t think we need to ask if it was good for you,” and he chuckled, both deep and shallow, as she clenched her legs together, and he couldn’t help but think if she’d had the brain cells to do so earlier they wouldn’t be here, “But the only thing that matters is that it wasn’t good for me.”
Taking the cigarettes from her purse and lighting up before tossing it vaguely in her direction, resting the cigarette between his lips he took a long draw, letting his eyes fall shut, holding the smoke in for two, three, four, five seconds before letting it all out on a heavy sigh, “Get out,” he said calmly, all humour removed from his voice, his gaze drifting beyond her, giving no pause for acknowledgement as she fumbled about for her clothes, unconcerned of the lack of his own.
*~*~*
“Jensen, tell me you are not blowing all your money on those douchebags...again. I thought you hated that commercial shit?”
“Ok firstly To The Power of 2 are not douchebags, and second I am not blowing anything-”
“Or anyone,” Chris added pointedly.
Jensen narrowed his eyes choosing to ignore the dig at his lack of a love life, “And third of all just because a few thousand girls decided Jared Padalecki is flavour of the month doesn’t make them commercial, and anyway since when did you care what the masses think?”
“I don’t. What I do care about is my supposed best friend who has cancelled on every single plan we’ve made for the past five weeks, and who I suspect hasn’t gotten laid in six months since he broke up with that succubitch-”
“Not everything is about sex,” and he rolled his eyes as his friend just gave him a look, “Shut up.”
“Come on man how many concerts have you been to?”
He shrugged, frowning in thought, he looked down, dragging the heel of his palm across his forehead, “I don’t know, ten,” he was lying through his teeth and the bastard knew it to, “Twelve maybe,” there was no maybe about it, Jensen knew exactly how many times he’d been to see Jared, can still remember the first time their eyes had locked. Just before, Jared had jumped up on one of the amps, those leather pants, already a second skin, pulling tighter across his thighs, knees bent, crotch thrust forward, the material pulsing as he flexed those strong muscles, slipping down onto his knees, guitar held loose, head thrown back, his tee rising a few inches baring that taut tummy, eyes travelling back up as if pulled as Jared brought his face forwards...
“Jen.”
He blinked.
“Jensen,” anger flaring in the tiny Texan’s eyes, and Jensen shook his head, “You didn’t hear a goddamn word I just said, did you?”
Their eyes meeting briefly, Jensen’s quickly finding the floor.
“Man I’m worried about you,” Chris was genuinely concerned.
“I’m fine,” and Jensen was getting genuinely pissed.
“You’re obsessed.”
“Oh so you’re gonna shrink me now? Look man I’m fine, you wanna go out, we’ll go out.”
“Great. Tonight then?”
“Not tonight.”
“No.”
“I already bought the ticket. I have to go. Wouldn’t want to waste money now would I?”
Chris sighed, resigned.
*~*~*
Jensen walked into the stadium, he was early, had to be if he wanted to get anywhere near the stage, a few of the more ‘hardcore’ fans dotting about, eyes narrowing at a “Mrs Jared Padalecki” t-shirt, she could at least have the decency to pretend she actually cared for the music, Jensen looking down at his own, with the band’s official logo, pulling the material forward with his fingers and letting it spring back into place, as if to confirm that he was a real fan, head snapping round as a hand clapped down on his shoulder, grip firm, a gruff voice telling...no commanding, “You’re coming with me.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
Jensen getting a proper look at the guy as he forced him in the other direction, his black beard, peppered grey matching the gruffness of his voice, though he didn’t speak again, “What the hell dude, let me go,” and Jensen jerked his shoulder forward trying to dislodge the guy’s hand, but it only made him grip tighter, Jensen sighed, “Are you gonna tell me what this is about?”
More silence.
*~*~*
Jared was slumped down into the couch, one leg hanging over the arm rest, the other planted firmly on the floor, one hand beneath his head the other splayed lazily just below his chest, sitting up as he heard footsteps, “Well it’s about goddamn time J.D. where the fu-” Jared’s mouth fell open as he saw who was stood next to his PA and bodyguard.
“What you asked for,” Jeffrey grunted giving his ‘charge’ what was intended as a gentle push, though the younger man threw out his arms for balance, his legs going a few steps further than he wanted, nearly tipping forwards but he managed to stay on his feet, their eyes locked.
Jared rising to his feet as if he were a puppet on a string, as if the green eyes commanded it, drawing him in, they were even more mesmerising up close, shock and awe dancing behind them, and Jared wondered if they were reflected in his own.
They stood there for several moments, neither moving to speak, neither noticing when Jeffrey left them alone, Jared ultimately breaking the silence, closing his eyes to shake whatever spell his mystery guy had cast on him, “You’re a hard one to find,” he should have known to put J.D. on the task.
A smirk tugged at Jensen’s lips, he had thought about this moment for months, dreamed about it, and from the look Jared was giving him, he had been thinking on it to, “Well you found me, your plan stop there?”
“Cocky one aren’t you? Got a name to go with that pretty mouth?”
“What would you do with it?”
“Well I’d get you down on your knees and ram my dick down your throat.”
Jensen arched his brow.
“Oh right you meant your name, well I think it’s only fair I get to know yours, since you know mine.”
“It’s Jensen.”
“Jensen,” Jared repeated, savouring the feel of it on his tongue, “Well Jensen, what do you say?”
Jensen took a step forward, his voice dropping an octave, growing dark and dirty like the lust in his eyes, “Why don’t you show me just how badly you want it,” it wasn’t a question.
Jared reached forward hooking his fingers in under the waistline of Jensen’s jeans, fingers brushing against the hair that trailed down from his navel, Jensen’s breath hitching, and Jared tugged hard, the tips of their noses but a hair’s breadth apart, running his hand back and forth along the waistline, Jared bent his knees taking that plump bottom lip in between his own, nipping with his teeth, before he let it go, bringing his hand to Jensen’s chin, tilting his face down, Jared’s lips brushing across the bridge of his nose, he wanted to taste those freckles, letting his tongue flick out over them.
Jensen quivered, eyelids fluttering shut, “Open your eyes,” Jared breathes against his lips, making him quiver all over again but he does as he’s told, and Jared’s right there, his large hands cupping Jensen’s ass, Jensen leaning right, Jared to the left, and they kissed, warmth spreading throughout his body, their tongues searing together, Jensen’s hands tangling in that mess of hair, every strand so perfectly out of place, and he froze as he heard voices from the hall as they passed the room, suddenly very aware the door was still open.
“Leave it open,” Jared said firmly, as if reading Jensen’s mind, grinning from ear to ear, “Maybe they might learn something,” chuckling low and dirty deep down in his throat as Jensen audibly gulped.
But when their eyes locked, any inhibitions he had fell away along with the rest of the world, and for the briefest of moments he thought he might tell him how it was as if he played only for him, but he couldn’t find his voice, instead moving his fingers to Jared’s belt buckle, sliding the strap of the belt back through the buckle, and pulling it back to release the catch, popping the button on the pants before dropping to his knees, eyes never leaving Jared’s, leather warm beneath his hands as he dragged his hands down those thighs before pushing back up, sliding the zipper down, Jared’s cock springing forward from its leather prison, he wasn’t wearing any underwear, the two men sharing a smirk.
Jensen roughly shoved the pants down round Jared’s knees, blowing gently against the sweat-damp skin of his inner thigh, Jared’s cock twitching as Jensen chased his breath with his tongue, placing a soggy kiss on the underside of his cock before dragging his tongue along the vein to the top, circling the tip, letting his lips close around the head sucking gently, pulling off, as he closed his lips, closing his fingers round the base, Jared rolling his shoulder against his cheek, head tilting back, and dropping back down, chin resting against his breast bone, mouth falling open, one hand tight at the nape of Jensen’s neck, as he bobbed back down taking more of Jared into his mouth, moving up and down in a steady rhythm, taking in more on every down, hollowing his cheeks on the up.
Jared’s bottom lip trembling, he tightened his grip on Jensen, god he was so close, hips inching backwards and forwards, Jensen’s arms wrapping round his thighs holding him steady, his cock finally hitting the back of Jensen’s throat and he lost it, hips surging forward, Jensen let his jaw go slack, as Jared thrust in and out of his mouth, a scream tearing from his throat, raw, primal as he shot his load down Jensen’s throat. Jensen taking every last drop, sucking hard, Jared twitching all over, his cock now hyper sensitive, breath ragged, Jensen gave him a gentle push as he let him slip from his mouth, Jared sinking back into the couch.
Jared taking several minutes to realise that Jensen was in fact still there, watching him, Jared working hard at reclaiming the air, propping himself up on his elbows, he looked down into Jensen’s gorgeous green eyes, yeah he was definitely a smug son of a bitch, and Jared couldn’t wait to make him his.
Prompt:Rockstar!Jared - semi-public sex, seduction, oral
Pairing: Jensen/Jared, Jared/ofc
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Het (brief), Violence , Douchebaggyness
Summary: What do you mean Rockstar!Jared isn't enough of a summary? Well Jared is a rockstar, and Jensen is definitely into the band, they've been eye-fucking for weeks though Jared only knows him as the green-eyed mystery man, what happens when Jared gets what he wants?
He’s got her spread over the back of the couch, doesn’t even look at her, just rams his giant cock into her, hands gripped tight into her thighs, fucking her onto him, her moans distant like he’s hearing them from under water, hearing instead that last song, feels the strings against his fingers, but all he can see are those moss green eyes. He caught those eyes somewhere in between his fifth chord and the chorus in the second song, he no longer knew or cared for the title. How he made it through on the nights when the green eyed stranger would appear he was sure he would never know. His body remembering what his mind failed to supply.
Tonight had been no different. And it still amazes him how in a room of thousands with every set of eyes trained on him he can still zero in on his mystery man, granted he stands head and shoulders above the bouncing, shrieking girls, and he wasn’t the only man present, just the only one worthy of his attention. Those eyes held him captive, penetrating his very soul. When he would blink, Jared would follow those full lashes down to those strong cheekbones, to those plump lips, and when the light sweeps over this beautiful creature, for he is sure no human man could possess such beauty, he swears he can see freckles dusting across that nose.
He grunted. He was nowhere near coming, sound slamming back into him, crowding him as she cried out, hips smacking hard against her, the dull thwack amplified, and he wouldn’t be any time soon. No offence to the girl, but hell he wouldn’t even have accepted her offer, except he’d been so fucking hard, groupies were not his thing, never had been. Sure he appreciated his fans, he signed autographs, took pictures, put on a smile, or ‘come-fuck-me’ grin but when in their presence he couldn’t help but feel a massive disconnect. And nothing turned him off more than some dumb slut, so willing to spread her legs. And for what? He didn’t feel qualified to give that answer. That was it. Something igniting in the pit of his stomach. Clawing at her supple flesh, and finally he looked at her, her eyes wide as she trembled, his smirk taking on what bordered as a sadistic quality, and he pushed her off.
Her shoulders taking the brunt of the fall, “You fucking asshole!” she all but screamed as her head smacked against the floor, scrambling to her feet, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
He cocked his head to the side, the corners of his mouth twitching, “Sorry kiddo, didn’t make the final cut,” eyes flicking down to the slick dripping down her thighs, “Don’t think we need to ask if it was good for you,” and he chuckled, both deep and shallow, as she clenched her legs together, and he couldn’t help but think if she’d had the brain cells to do so earlier they wouldn’t be here, “But the only thing that matters is that it wasn’t good for me.”
Taking the cigarettes from her purse and lighting up before tossing it vaguely in her direction, resting the cigarette between his lips he took a long draw, letting his eyes fall shut, holding the smoke in for two, three, four, five seconds before letting it all out on a heavy sigh, “Get out,” he said calmly, all humour removed from his voice, his gaze drifting beyond her, giving no pause for acknowledgement as she fumbled about for her clothes, unconcerned of the lack of his own.
*~*~*
“Jensen, tell me you are not blowing all your money on those douchebags...again. I thought you hated that commercial shit?”
“Ok firstly To The Power of 2 are not douchebags, and second I am not blowing anything-”
“Or anyone,” Chris added pointedly.
Jensen narrowed his eyes choosing to ignore the dig at his lack of a love life, “And third of all just because a few thousand girls decided Jared Padalecki is flavour of the month doesn’t make them commercial, and anyway since when did you care what the masses think?”
“I don’t. What I do care about is my supposed best friend who has cancelled on every single plan we’ve made for the past five weeks, and who I suspect hasn’t gotten laid in six months since he broke up with that succubitch-”
“Not everything is about sex,” and he rolled his eyes as his friend just gave him a look, “Shut up.”
“Come on man how many concerts have you been to?”
He shrugged, frowning in thought, he looked down, dragging the heel of his palm across his forehead, “I don’t know, ten,” he was lying through his teeth and the bastard knew it to, “Twelve maybe,” there was no maybe about it, Jensen knew exactly how many times he’d been to see Jared, can still remember the first time their eyes had locked. Just before, Jared had jumped up on one of the amps, those leather pants, already a second skin, pulling tighter across his thighs, knees bent, crotch thrust forward, the material pulsing as he flexed those strong muscles, slipping down onto his knees, guitar held loose, head thrown back, his tee rising a few inches baring that taut tummy, eyes travelling back up as if pulled as Jared brought his face forwards...
“Jen.”
He blinked.
“Jensen,” anger flaring in the tiny Texan’s eyes, and Jensen shook his head, “You didn’t hear a goddamn word I just said, did you?”
Their eyes meeting briefly, Jensen’s quickly finding the floor.
“Man I’m worried about you,” Chris was genuinely concerned.
“I’m fine,” and Jensen was getting genuinely pissed.
“You’re obsessed.”
“Oh so you’re gonna shrink me now? Look man I’m fine, you wanna go out, we’ll go out.”
“Great. Tonight then?”
“Not tonight.”
“No.”
“I already bought the ticket. I have to go. Wouldn’t want to waste money now would I?”
Chris sighed, resigned.
*~*~*
Jensen walked into the stadium, he was early, had to be if he wanted to get anywhere near the stage, a few of the more ‘hardcore’ fans dotting about, eyes narrowing at a “Mrs Jared Padalecki” t-shirt, she could at least have the decency to pretend she actually cared for the music, Jensen looking down at his own, with the band’s official logo, pulling the material forward with his fingers and letting it spring back into place, as if to confirm that he was a real fan, head snapping round as a hand clapped down on his shoulder, grip firm, a gruff voice telling...no commanding, “You’re coming with me.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
Jensen getting a proper look at the guy as he forced him in the other direction, his black beard, peppered grey matching the gruffness of his voice, though he didn’t speak again, “What the hell dude, let me go,” and Jensen jerked his shoulder forward trying to dislodge the guy’s hand, but it only made him grip tighter, Jensen sighed, “Are you gonna tell me what this is about?”
More silence.
*~*~*
Jared was slumped down into the couch, one leg hanging over the arm rest, the other planted firmly on the floor, one hand beneath his head the other splayed lazily just below his chest, sitting up as he heard footsteps, “Well it’s about goddamn time J.D. where the fu-” Jared’s mouth fell open as he saw who was stood next to his PA and bodyguard.
“What you asked for,” Jeffrey grunted giving his ‘charge’ what was intended as a gentle push, though the younger man threw out his arms for balance, his legs going a few steps further than he wanted, nearly tipping forwards but he managed to stay on his feet, their eyes locked.
Jared rising to his feet as if he were a puppet on a string, as if the green eyes commanded it, drawing him in, they were even more mesmerising up close, shock and awe dancing behind them, and Jared wondered if they were reflected in his own.
They stood there for several moments, neither moving to speak, neither noticing when Jeffrey left them alone, Jared ultimately breaking the silence, closing his eyes to shake whatever spell his mystery guy had cast on him, “You’re a hard one to find,” he should have known to put J.D. on the task.
A smirk tugged at Jensen’s lips, he had thought about this moment for months, dreamed about it, and from the look Jared was giving him, he had been thinking on it to, “Well you found me, your plan stop there?”
“Cocky one aren’t you? Got a name to go with that pretty mouth?”
“What would you do with it?”
“Well I’d get you down on your knees and ram my dick down your throat.”
Jensen arched his brow.
“Oh right you meant your name, well I think it’s only fair I get to know yours, since you know mine.”
“It’s Jensen.”
“Jensen,” Jared repeated, savouring the feel of it on his tongue, “Well Jensen, what do you say?”
Jensen took a step forward, his voice dropping an octave, growing dark and dirty like the lust in his eyes, “Why don’t you show me just how badly you want it,” it wasn’t a question.
Jared reached forward hooking his fingers in under the waistline of Jensen’s jeans, fingers brushing against the hair that trailed down from his navel, Jensen’s breath hitching, and Jared tugged hard, the tips of their noses but a hair’s breadth apart, running his hand back and forth along the waistline, Jared bent his knees taking that plump bottom lip in between his own, nipping with his teeth, before he let it go, bringing his hand to Jensen’s chin, tilting his face down, Jared’s lips brushing across the bridge of his nose, he wanted to taste those freckles, letting his tongue flick out over them.
Jensen quivered, eyelids fluttering shut, “Open your eyes,” Jared breathes against his lips, making him quiver all over again but he does as he’s told, and Jared’s right there, his large hands cupping Jensen’s ass, Jensen leaning right, Jared to the left, and they kissed, warmth spreading throughout his body, their tongues searing together, Jensen’s hands tangling in that mess of hair, every strand so perfectly out of place, and he froze as he heard voices from the hall as they passed the room, suddenly very aware the door was still open.
“Leave it open,” Jared said firmly, as if reading Jensen’s mind, grinning from ear to ear, “Maybe they might learn something,” chuckling low and dirty deep down in his throat as Jensen audibly gulped.
But when their eyes locked, any inhibitions he had fell away along with the rest of the world, and for the briefest of moments he thought he might tell him how it was as if he played only for him, but he couldn’t find his voice, instead moving his fingers to Jared’s belt buckle, sliding the strap of the belt back through the buckle, and pulling it back to release the catch, popping the button on the pants before dropping to his knees, eyes never leaving Jared’s, leather warm beneath his hands as he dragged his hands down those thighs before pushing back up, sliding the zipper down, Jared’s cock springing forward from its leather prison, he wasn’t wearing any underwear, the two men sharing a smirk.
Jensen roughly shoved the pants down round Jared’s knees, blowing gently against the sweat-damp skin of his inner thigh, Jared’s cock twitching as Jensen chased his breath with his tongue, placing a soggy kiss on the underside of his cock before dragging his tongue along the vein to the top, circling the tip, letting his lips close around the head sucking gently, pulling off, as he closed his lips, closing his fingers round the base, Jared rolling his shoulder against his cheek, head tilting back, and dropping back down, chin resting against his breast bone, mouth falling open, one hand tight at the nape of Jensen’s neck, as he bobbed back down taking more of Jared into his mouth, moving up and down in a steady rhythm, taking in more on every down, hollowing his cheeks on the up.
Jared’s bottom lip trembling, he tightened his grip on Jensen, god he was so close, hips inching backwards and forwards, Jensen’s arms wrapping round his thighs holding him steady, his cock finally hitting the back of Jensen’s throat and he lost it, hips surging forward, Jensen let his jaw go slack, as Jared thrust in and out of his mouth, a scream tearing from his throat, raw, primal as he shot his load down Jensen’s throat. Jensen taking every last drop, sucking hard, Jared twitching all over, his cock now hyper sensitive, breath ragged, Jensen gave him a gentle push as he let him slip from his mouth, Jared sinking back into the couch.
Jared taking several minutes to realise that Jensen was in fact still there, watching him, Jared working hard at reclaiming the air, propping himself up on his elbows, he looked down into Jensen’s gorgeous green eyes, yeah he was definitely a smug son of a bitch, and Jared couldn’t wait to make him his.