All Torn Up
Title: All Torn Up
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 015. Blue.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,782
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Just the usual crotch-on-ass action!
Summary: Jared splits his pants while on set. Jensen laughs hysterically until he realizes how much he wants dat ass. Obviously harkens back to the days of yore. Written for dugindeep's prompt at the bottom!Jared fanworks fest.
It all started with the pants.
Sure, he and Jared had been blatantly teasing each other before then with dark tones, perverted innuendos, up-and-down glances that lasted a little too long, and even the occasional quick kiss. They always played everything off as a joke, but then there was always this lingering heat between them, as if one was just waiting for the other to break. It was a game, though neither of them was really sure what the goal was or how to win. Deep down, they knew they wanted each other, but this…this was torture.
Jensen always had a unique gait that he would frown upon and blame on his bowlegs, but it was even more unique when he was trying to live with and somehow divert attention from the boner he was sporting more and more often around Jared, who would watch him, raise an eyebrow, and grin, because the fucker knew the reason for it.
Neither of them talked about it, not seriously. And then Jared had to go and be the big fucking loveable goofball he was, playing up digging a damn grave and splitting his pants in the process.
Jensen laughed at first. Hysterically. Until it hurt. Because it was funny, obviously. He loved to poke fun at Jared, and this? This was priceless. But, once Jensen was done laughing, he just watched as Jared ran around the set like a big, gangly kid, trying to cover up his ass.
His ass. Jared’s ass. The blue of Jared’s jeans ripped wide open to reveal stark white, and Jensen would so make fun of Jared for that if he wasn’t starting to get hard. Goddamn Jared, laughing and playing, dancing around and emphasizing his ass even more. Jensen was tense, glad the attention was on Jared for the moment, anyway, and he breathed a huge sigh of relief when a break was called so Jared could, well, re-dress himself.
Years later, Jensen still wouldn’t be able to tell anybody what made him do it. Maybe it was blind instinct. But Jensen watched as Jared was handed a new pair of jeans, and then he followed Jared back to Jared’s trailer. He took his time, more than a few steps behind Jared, and the door had already closed by the time he got there. When his now sweaty hand hit the coolness of the door’s handle, Jensen realized that he was nervous, but he opened the door and walked in, anyway, ignoring any social niceties.
“Oh!” Jared spun from where he stood in the middle of the trailer, just unfolding his new pair of jeans. His eyes went wide and then crinkled up as he laughed, dimples showing. “You son of a bitch, you scared me!”
“Wuss,” Jensen said automatically, but his voice didn’t sound the way it usually did during their easy banter. Or their teasing, for that matter. It sounded foreign and aggressive.
Jared picked up on it immediately. He’d been looking down at the new pair of jeans, focusing on unbuttoning them, and then his head snapped up to look at Jensen. He stared for a minute, uncomprehending, and Jensen met his gaze. Jared’s mouth was slightly open, brow a bit furrowed, confused. And then his expression changed.
Jensen didn’t know what his own face showed, but whatever it was, it had enough of an effect to register on Jared’s. Heat rose in Jensen’s body when it did, Jared’s mouth almost a perfect O and his eyes lighting up with the realization of what Jensen wanted, even if Jensen wasn’t fully aware yet. Jared’s jaw set, then, not in a challenge, but in acceptance, his eyes going dark but lowering. Jared’s shoulders hunched just the slightest bit, and he took the tiniest step back before tossing the new jeans aside and cautiously looking back up at Jensen.
Submissive. Hot, holy fuck, Jared was being completely submissive, ready and waiting for Jensen to come take him, and Jensen’s dick was suddenly throbbing in his pants.
Jensen stepped forward, mouth going dry, but he couldn’t stop himself, and before he knew it, his hands were in Jared’s hair, yanking him forward and down, their lips coming together violently. Jensen was aggressive, jaw shifting beneath his skin as he bit at Jared’s lips and opened them up with a thick push of his tongue, turning Jared’s surprised squeal into a pleasured hum in a matter of seconds.
When Jared finally started responding, Jensen still teased, letting Jared’s tongue just flick against his before pulling away once, twice, three times, and then listening to Jared whine. But the whine didn’t last long, and Jared relented. Submissive.
Jensen grabbed onto Jared’s shirt and forcefully whirled him around, then pushed forward on Jared’s back, making him stumble and catch himself with his hands braced on the wall. “Just like that, don’t fucking move,” Jensen growled, appreciating the sight of Jared bent over in front of him, tear in his pants hanging open. Jared froze, and Jensen stepped forward, hands ghosting over Jared’s hips, finger lightly flipping the torn material over Jared’s ass back and forth. “You do this on purpose?”
“No,” Jared blurted out immediately, and Jensen glanced up to see the back of Jared’s head shaking, hair starting to look damp at the base of Jared’s neck. “No, I swear, I didn’t.” He sounded somehow innocent and vulnerable but turned-on, trying to anticipate Jensen’s next move and wanting it.
Jensen closed the bit of distance between them, hands going back to Jared’s hips as he fit his crotch to Jared’s ass. He heard Jared gasp and smirked, feeling smug knowing that Jared was bent over for him and could feel how hard he was through their denim. “Are you sure?” he asked, slow and drawling, just the way he used to sound back home in Texas, beginning a slow grind against Jared’s ass. Jared shuddered and groaned, and Jensen smiled, shoving forward, Jared’s arms bracing harder so he wouldn’t hit the wall. “That didn’t sound like an answer.”
“Sure, I’m sure,” Jared gasped hurriedly, and Jensen pulled Jared’s ass back into him, the movement of his hips more pronounced as he started humping harder. He closed his eyes through a shiver and a groan, feeling his dick twitch and slick up with something more than sweat.
“Think you’re so funny,” Jensen murmured, thrusting against Jared like this was more than just some denim-on-denim action, and for all he cared, it may as well have been, the firm tone of Jared’s ass easily identifiable through all the clothing. He grit his teeth as he imagined just how fucking tight Jared would be around his dick. “Think you’re cute.”
A sudden, helpless moan leapt from Jared’s mouth, and Jensen watched as one of Jared’s hands left the wall, shoulder working until Jensen heard the distinct sound of Jared’s zipper. Jensen’s head fell back as he groaned deep in his throat, all too aware of the sounds of Jared fumbling to free himself and then jerk himself off while Jensen fucked against his ass. The distinct slap of skin-on-skin already had a wet tinge to it, and Jensen wondered if Jared was dripping even more pre-come than he was in his jeans right now. Jensen barely managed to pull back for just a second, repositioning himself to fit the hard line of his dick into the open tear in Jared’s jeans and grunting as he started driving his hips hard and fast, Jared’s thin underwear much easier to move against. He wondered what it would be like to do this without any layers at all. He wondered, as Jared’s voice rose in his ears, if Jared was really getting off to just this, and how hard he could make Jared come if he actually fucked him.
And then he stopped wondering as Jared’s strength began to wane, Jared’s sweaty hand slipping a bit down the wall. Jensen picked up the pace, and Jared’s jeans ripped even more, the sound just slipping in between the heated noises they were making. Jensen shoved forward again, and Jared slid down and away, crying out in surprise as he ended up on his hands and knees, Jensen following him right down and lining himself back up, working himself against Jared and moaning with how free the movement was against even more of Jared’s exposed underwear.
There was a shift in Jared’s balance as he reached down for himself with one hand again, jerking and moaning, going tight just in between the shoulder blades and getting louder. Jensen felt heat pooling in his belly knowing that Jared was about to come, and that he’d get off on this, Jensen dominating Jared and using his body without even taking his fucking clothes off. Well, not exactly.
Jared came with a jolt and a shout, long, low moans following as he worked himself through each shot that hit the floor beneath them, and Jensen fucking lost it, pounding against Jared until he froze tucked up close, grinding and twitching and choking on strangled cries. He felt hot all over, coming out of his skin, clothes too tight and balls drawn up, come flooding the crotch of his pants.
He fell back when he was finished, breathing heavily, lying on the floor and looking up at the ceiling. He heard Jared collapse as well, groaning with satisfaction as he rolled and dragged himself up next to Jensen.
“Holy fuck, where did that come from?” Jared asked, chest still heaving, eyes half-lidded.
Jensen looked over at him and then closed his eyes, still trying to come down, feeling sweat cooling on his chest beneath his shirt. “I’m still trying to figure that out myself,” he said, voice shaky.
“Well, Christ,” Jared started, huffing a laugh and licking his lips, “You must be one hell of a fantastic fuck.”
Jensen laughed and groaned, dick taking a bit of an interest before settling down again, spent. “Maybe one of these days I’ll follow you to your trailer and show you.”
“Fucking creeper.” Jared laughed again. “All because my pants ripped? I wasn’t even trying!”
“I know,” Jensen whined, slapping a hand over his face. “God, after all that, I’m so easy.”
“Whatever, come on.” Jared patted Jensen’s chest and pulled himself up into a sitting position. “I have to, uh, clean up after myself and change my pants.” He glances over at Jensen, looking him up and down. “I guess you do, too.”
Jensen nodded, rolling to his side and then pushing himself up, grimacing at the feel of the mess he made all over himself. But it was more than worth it.
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 015. Blue.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,782
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Just the usual crotch-on-ass action!
Summary: Jared splits his pants while on set. Jensen laughs hysterically until he realizes how much he wants dat ass. Obviously harkens back to the days of yore. Written for dugindeep's prompt at the bottom!Jared fanworks fest.
It all started with the pants.
Sure, he and Jared had been blatantly teasing each other before then with dark tones, perverted innuendos, up-and-down glances that lasted a little too long, and even the occasional quick kiss. They always played everything off as a joke, but then there was always this lingering heat between them, as if one was just waiting for the other to break. It was a game, though neither of them was really sure what the goal was or how to win. Deep down, they knew they wanted each other, but this…this was torture.
Jensen always had a unique gait that he would frown upon and blame on his bowlegs, but it was even more unique when he was trying to live with and somehow divert attention from the boner he was sporting more and more often around Jared, who would watch him, raise an eyebrow, and grin, because the fucker knew the reason for it.
Neither of them talked about it, not seriously. And then Jared had to go and be the big fucking loveable goofball he was, playing up digging a damn grave and splitting his pants in the process.
Jensen laughed at first. Hysterically. Until it hurt. Because it was funny, obviously. He loved to poke fun at Jared, and this? This was priceless. But, once Jensen was done laughing, he just watched as Jared ran around the set like a big, gangly kid, trying to cover up his ass.
His ass. Jared’s ass. The blue of Jared’s jeans ripped wide open to reveal stark white, and Jensen would so make fun of Jared for that if he wasn’t starting to get hard. Goddamn Jared, laughing and playing, dancing around and emphasizing his ass even more. Jensen was tense, glad the attention was on Jared for the moment, anyway, and he breathed a huge sigh of relief when a break was called so Jared could, well, re-dress himself.
Years later, Jensen still wouldn’t be able to tell anybody what made him do it. Maybe it was blind instinct. But Jensen watched as Jared was handed a new pair of jeans, and then he followed Jared back to Jared’s trailer. He took his time, more than a few steps behind Jared, and the door had already closed by the time he got there. When his now sweaty hand hit the coolness of the door’s handle, Jensen realized that he was nervous, but he opened the door and walked in, anyway, ignoring any social niceties.
“Oh!” Jared spun from where he stood in the middle of the trailer, just unfolding his new pair of jeans. His eyes went wide and then crinkled up as he laughed, dimples showing. “You son of a bitch, you scared me!”
“Wuss,” Jensen said automatically, but his voice didn’t sound the way it usually did during their easy banter. Or their teasing, for that matter. It sounded foreign and aggressive.
Jared picked up on it immediately. He’d been looking down at the new pair of jeans, focusing on unbuttoning them, and then his head snapped up to look at Jensen. He stared for a minute, uncomprehending, and Jensen met his gaze. Jared’s mouth was slightly open, brow a bit furrowed, confused. And then his expression changed.
Jensen didn’t know what his own face showed, but whatever it was, it had enough of an effect to register on Jared’s. Heat rose in Jensen’s body when it did, Jared’s mouth almost a perfect O and his eyes lighting up with the realization of what Jensen wanted, even if Jensen wasn’t fully aware yet. Jared’s jaw set, then, not in a challenge, but in acceptance, his eyes going dark but lowering. Jared’s shoulders hunched just the slightest bit, and he took the tiniest step back before tossing the new jeans aside and cautiously looking back up at Jensen.
Submissive. Hot, holy fuck, Jared was being completely submissive, ready and waiting for Jensen to come take him, and Jensen’s dick was suddenly throbbing in his pants.
Jensen stepped forward, mouth going dry, but he couldn’t stop himself, and before he knew it, his hands were in Jared’s hair, yanking him forward and down, their lips coming together violently. Jensen was aggressive, jaw shifting beneath his skin as he bit at Jared’s lips and opened them up with a thick push of his tongue, turning Jared’s surprised squeal into a pleasured hum in a matter of seconds.
When Jared finally started responding, Jensen still teased, letting Jared’s tongue just flick against his before pulling away once, twice, three times, and then listening to Jared whine. But the whine didn’t last long, and Jared relented. Submissive.
Jensen grabbed onto Jared’s shirt and forcefully whirled him around, then pushed forward on Jared’s back, making him stumble and catch himself with his hands braced on the wall. “Just like that, don’t fucking move,” Jensen growled, appreciating the sight of Jared bent over in front of him, tear in his pants hanging open. Jared froze, and Jensen stepped forward, hands ghosting over Jared’s hips, finger lightly flipping the torn material over Jared’s ass back and forth. “You do this on purpose?”
“No,” Jared blurted out immediately, and Jensen glanced up to see the back of Jared’s head shaking, hair starting to look damp at the base of Jared’s neck. “No, I swear, I didn’t.” He sounded somehow innocent and vulnerable but turned-on, trying to anticipate Jensen’s next move and wanting it.
Jensen closed the bit of distance between them, hands going back to Jared’s hips as he fit his crotch to Jared’s ass. He heard Jared gasp and smirked, feeling smug knowing that Jared was bent over for him and could feel how hard he was through their denim. “Are you sure?” he asked, slow and drawling, just the way he used to sound back home in Texas, beginning a slow grind against Jared’s ass. Jared shuddered and groaned, and Jensen smiled, shoving forward, Jared’s arms bracing harder so he wouldn’t hit the wall. “That didn’t sound like an answer.”
“Sure, I’m sure,” Jared gasped hurriedly, and Jensen pulled Jared’s ass back into him, the movement of his hips more pronounced as he started humping harder. He closed his eyes through a shiver and a groan, feeling his dick twitch and slick up with something more than sweat.
“Think you’re so funny,” Jensen murmured, thrusting against Jared like this was more than just some denim-on-denim action, and for all he cared, it may as well have been, the firm tone of Jared’s ass easily identifiable through all the clothing. He grit his teeth as he imagined just how fucking tight Jared would be around his dick. “Think you’re cute.”
A sudden, helpless moan leapt from Jared’s mouth, and Jensen watched as one of Jared’s hands left the wall, shoulder working until Jensen heard the distinct sound of Jared’s zipper. Jensen’s head fell back as he groaned deep in his throat, all too aware of the sounds of Jared fumbling to free himself and then jerk himself off while Jensen fucked against his ass. The distinct slap of skin-on-skin already had a wet tinge to it, and Jensen wondered if Jared was dripping even more pre-come than he was in his jeans right now. Jensen barely managed to pull back for just a second, repositioning himself to fit the hard line of his dick into the open tear in Jared’s jeans and grunting as he started driving his hips hard and fast, Jared’s thin underwear much easier to move against. He wondered what it would be like to do this without any layers at all. He wondered, as Jared’s voice rose in his ears, if Jared was really getting off to just this, and how hard he could make Jared come if he actually fucked him.
And then he stopped wondering as Jared’s strength began to wane, Jared’s sweaty hand slipping a bit down the wall. Jensen picked up the pace, and Jared’s jeans ripped even more, the sound just slipping in between the heated noises they were making. Jensen shoved forward again, and Jared slid down and away, crying out in surprise as he ended up on his hands and knees, Jensen following him right down and lining himself back up, working himself against Jared and moaning with how free the movement was against even more of Jared’s exposed underwear.
There was a shift in Jared’s balance as he reached down for himself with one hand again, jerking and moaning, going tight just in between the shoulder blades and getting louder. Jensen felt heat pooling in his belly knowing that Jared was about to come, and that he’d get off on this, Jensen dominating Jared and using his body without even taking his fucking clothes off. Well, not exactly.
Jared came with a jolt and a shout, long, low moans following as he worked himself through each shot that hit the floor beneath them, and Jensen fucking lost it, pounding against Jared until he froze tucked up close, grinding and twitching and choking on strangled cries. He felt hot all over, coming out of his skin, clothes too tight and balls drawn up, come flooding the crotch of his pants.
He fell back when he was finished, breathing heavily, lying on the floor and looking up at the ceiling. He heard Jared collapse as well, groaning with satisfaction as he rolled and dragged himself up next to Jensen.
“Holy fuck, where did that come from?” Jared asked, chest still heaving, eyes half-lidded.
Jensen looked over at him and then closed his eyes, still trying to come down, feeling sweat cooling on his chest beneath his shirt. “I’m still trying to figure that out myself,” he said, voice shaky.
“Well, Christ,” Jared started, huffing a laugh and licking his lips, “You must be one hell of a fantastic fuck.”
Jensen laughed and groaned, dick taking a bit of an interest before settling down again, spent. “Maybe one of these days I’ll follow you to your trailer and show you.”
“Fucking creeper.” Jared laughed again. “All because my pants ripped? I wasn’t even trying!”
“I know,” Jensen whined, slapping a hand over his face. “God, after all that, I’m so easy.”
“Whatever, come on.” Jared patted Jensen’s chest and pulled himself up into a sitting position. “I have to, uh, clean up after myself and change my pants.” He glances over at Jensen, looking him up and down. “I guess you do, too.”
Jensen nodded, rolling to his side and then pushing himself up, grimacing at the feel of the mess he made all over himself. But it was more than worth it.