Love In Spades | Size Matters | Summer Days
Title: Love In Spades
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 050. Spade.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,264
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: I don’t think I need warnings for boys who clean and dance together on Saturday nights. XD
Summary: Jared finds that even cleaning with a man on a Saturday night can be ridiculously romantic.
Disclaimer: If I knew these people, and this actually happened, I’d be begging for the video.
Author's Notes: I was wondering what to do for this prompt, and just thinking of the word, I couldn’t get this song out of my head. And then I somehow saw this whole thing play out in my head. And I kind of put myself into a trance writing it, with the song playing over and over in the background.
It’s a Saturday night when Jared finally breaks down and agrees with Jensen that they need to clean the house. They could have someone do it for them, but Jensen seems to like having some more control at home than he does at work, and Jared admires that. He’s sure there are plenty of people who think Jensen is just some pretty actor who barely lifts a finger when he doesn’t have to, but Jensen is the complete opposite of that. Well…except for the “pretty” part. Though even Jared wouldn’t call Jensen “pretty” if he wanted to; not seriously, anyway. For one thing, Jensen would pretty much knock all the teeth out of his head if he even tried. And, for another, “pretty” just isn’t the right word to describe Jensen. Jared can think of a lot of words to describe how goddamn fucking not-even-fair attractive Jensen is. Some of them are even words that would make his mama blush. But “pretty” isn’t one of them.
He lights some scented candles as they clean, even though Jensen insists that they simply need to air the place out, no artificial smells needed. He grins when Jensen makes fun of him, complaining about how the strong smell of cookie-scented candles throughout the house will be enough to send both of them into diabetic shock, and sticks his tongue out childishly. Jensen smiles and rolls his eyes, smacking him in the arm with a Swiffer duster before moving off to clean.
Jensen’s got the stereo turned up and on random, and the smooth guitar starts just as Jared thinks about the misconceptions about Jensen, as well as those about their relationship.
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn’t play for the money he wins
He doesn’t play for respect
There are people who are surprised by their relationship; people who wonder why they’re together when they’ve been so naturally caring and romantic with the women they’ve been with. He thinks about how there are people out there who think that all that care and romance is gone from their lives now, just because they’re with each other; with a man. They think that men don’t allow for such things, don’t need them, and that those genuine, loveable traits that they’ve shown as leading men with ladies somehow get erased when they commit to each other. They think that men are hard, both literally and figuratively, and that the depth of their connection ends with their bodies and their rough ‘n’ tough attitudes. Jared doesn’t understand how people don’t see it; how they can be so wrong.
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
Jensen’s leaning down, dusting off an end table, when Jared surprises him by reaching for the dimmer and turning down the lights, the tiny flames of the cookie candles setting the atmosphere. Jensen turns to look over his shoulder at him, and Jared reaches out and grabs his arm, pulling him close, grabbing the Swiffer duster out of his hand and tossing it away.
“Dance with me,” Jared says to Jensen’s look of confusion, and he immediately sees amusement and fondness in Jensen’s eyes. And Jensen knows what he’s thinking, as always.
“So you drag me over here, and I have to lead?” Jensen teases, his smile more of a light in the room than the soft glow of the candles, and he moves one hand to rest at the dip in Jared’s lower back, the fingers of his other hand slotting together with Jared’s, held just out to the side.
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
Jared lets his free hand rest on Jensen’s lower back, mirroring Jensen’s movements as Jensen takes the lead. Even though he knows there’s more to Jensen than meets the eye, he’s still a little surprised himself that Jensen’s actually doing this, and he lowers his head so that their foreheads touch when they laugh together, losing the rhythm that’s a bit faster than Jared had thought.
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
Jensen picks it up somehow, turns the dance into this timed double-stepped sway that Jared’s somehow able to follow with Jensen as his teacher. Jared feels warmth spreading through his chest, all thoughts of other people and their thoughts fading as he lets Jensen move their bodies, both of them going quiet and somehow moving closer, almost one figure on the dance floor they’ve made out of their living room carpet.
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
That’s not the shape, the shape of my heart
Their eyes lock as they move, flowing easily now with the music, the sound filling their ears, the sensual smoothness of it somehow becoming a part of them, and Jared can’t even remember what they’d been doing before. Moreover, he doesn’t care. Nothing else exists, now, and he’s almost in a trance, his body moving itself as he loses himself in Jensen’s eyes and the hypnotic melody of the guitar.
And if I told you that I loved you
You’d maybe think there’s something wrong
I’m not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
Jared’s so far gone that he doesn’t even realize it when they stop moving. All he’s aware of is the warmth flooding his body, flowing through his veins with a low thrum that’s almost an undertone to the music. He’s not even sure he knows his own name when Jensen’s lips press softly against his. As far as he’s concerned, he doesn’t have one. He just is, and he returns the kiss in an almost drug-like haze. It’s slow and sweet, and they have all the time in the world, Jensen’s full lips gentle and sliding against his just right, tongues soothing each other instead of colliding fiercely as they might in their more desperate moments.
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
It’s when Jensen slowly pulls their lips apart that Jared wakes up a little, surprised to find that he hadn’t even realized how hard he’d been, how hard they’d been as they moved together on the floor. The low light of the candles’ flames catch Jensen’s eyes, and he looks up at Jared, fingers moving to play with the hairs curling at the back of Jared’s neck while still holding him at the lower back, soft and loving.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Jensen whispers, his skin just flushed and sweaty, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, and Jared nods, kissing Jensen’s forehead and taking his hand, threading their fingers together and leading him up the stairs.
That’s not the shape of my heart
Title: Size Matters
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 004. Insides.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 807
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hardcore smexing?
Summary: It’s times like this when Jared realizes that Jensen makes him feel small, and that that’s a good thing.
Disclaimer: I’ll just say what I said before: If I knew these people, and this actually happened, I’d be begging for the video.
Author's Notes: It’s really hard to title porn.
Jared can’t always explain the way he feels when Jensen’s inside him. All he knows is that he can never get enough of whatever that feeling is. If he tried to describe it, it would be a jumbled mess of love and trust and hurt and comfort all at once. It’s not always rough, and he doesn’t always demand it. Most of the time, Jensen just knows. But there are times, times when Jared is so desperate for it, so turned on by getting Jensen all riled up, that he’ll ask with dirty words and teasing touches, laving Jensen’s cock with his tongue and praising him, telling him how big he is, how thick, how much he loves to feel Jensen fucking him, how much he wants it. And then Jensen holds him down, makes promises Jared knows he’ll keep, fills him up so completely that Jared can barely breathe.
It’s times like this, when Jared’s down on his elbows and knees, Jensen splitting him open with the thick head of his dick, that Jared realizes why he loves Jensen. It’s the muscled arms that bracket his body, the toned legs that press and rub against his own, the strong hips that drive against him and push him forward, and the incredible hot, thick, powerful length of Jensen thrusting so deep inside him that he nearly chokes on it. It’s the grunts and groans above and around him that, while frantic and needy, are aggressive and masculine, rumbling through him as Jensen’s torso falls flush against his back. It’s times like this when Jared realizes that Jensen makes him feel small, and that that’s a good thing. Jared’s nearly always the biggest guy around, the strong one, the one everyone expects to rise to the occasion, protect the others, beat the opponent, and win the fight. But, at times like this, Jensen can dwarf him, surround him and fill him with his own hard body, no pressure and no expectations. Jensen can make him feel small, and that’s a good thing, because it makes him feel normal, safe.
And every time Jensen’s thrusting at some feverish pace inside of him, cock tugging and dragging tight, sensitive insides as it pulls back and pushing forcefully back in, hips rotating to rub at that spot that makes Jared lose his breath and clamp down on Jensen like he wants to keep him there forever, Jensen brings his lips down to Jared’s ear. And between throaty, feral growls, Jensen groans out, “I love you.” And every time, Jared gasps loudly, feeling broken open and vulnerable, so much so that it hurts, and he knows that only Jensen will ever get to see him and have him this way; that only Jensen can get inside his body, his soul. And that’s when he’s painfully hard, almost sobbing with it when Jensen finally reaches for him, and he cries out at the simplest touch, shaking and coming hard, his balls and the rest of his skin so tight over his body that he thinks he might burst, Jensen not even stroking down his full length once.
He buries his face in the pillows, his body trembling uncontrollably as he contracts around Jensen, Jensen thrusting through it, doing his damnedest to fuck in even deeper, and Jared swears he does it, swears he can feel Jensen in his entire body when the last thrust finally comes, Jensen’s shout reaching his ears as heat bursts inside of him. And then, after a moment of heavy breathing, Jensen’s kissing the top of his spine, wrapping one arm underneath him and pushing off the bed with the other, hauling Jared up in his lap and handling him like nothing; like he isn’t the fucking giant that everybody makes him out to be. Jared whimpers at the angle, at the feel of Jensen’s half-hard cock still inside him, and Jensen breathes out and kisses his neck, starting at the base of his jaw and moving all the way down to his shoulder. He gets a hand under Jared’s ass and pushes up when he softens more, grunting as he pulls out, and Jared feels how warm-sticky-wet both of them are where they were connected.
Jensen kisses his neck again and moves him over on the bed, away from the wet spot Jared left on the sheets when he came, and lays him down on his side. He gets up, and moments later Jared feels a warm washcloth gently rubbing over his most sensitive areas, cleaning him, and he sighs softly, eyes closed. He doesn’t sleep until Jensen leaves and then returns again, spooning up behind him and wrapping him up in strong arms, another kiss pressed to the back of his neck, and Jared feels safe, comforted, and relaxed, because Jensen is actually there to protect him.
Title: Summer Days
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 007. Days.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 972
Rating: R
Warnings: Horny!Jared and annoyed!Jensen. :P
Summary: Jared gets a hold of Jensen’s episodes of Days Of Our Lives, and he just won’t let it go.
Disclaimer: I just made this up for the lols.
Author's Notes: So…I got really bored, and I actually watched all the clips that Jared watches in this fic. And I absolutely could not resist writing this. Oh, Eric Brady. XD
Jensen knows he’s in for it when Jared calls him up and says, “Eric Brady, you’re adorable!” He promptly hangs up on him and gets back to filming. But apparently the fact that both of them are filming movies this summer doesn’t stop Jared from mainlining all the Eric Brady clips on YouTube that he can find. For days, Jared calls him, texts him, emails him every comment that enters his mind as he watches the Jensen from ten years ago find his way as an actor. For days, Jensen groans every time his phone rings or vibrates with Jared’s name popping up on the caller ID. For days, Jensen wonders how it is that Jared even gets any work done at all. For days, Jensen wonders how Jared manages to watch clips from the majority of the episodes he’d been in on Days Of Our Lives in just days and not weeks. The worst is when Jared calls him breathing heavily, and Jensen curses himself for even answering.
“God, this Greta chick is batshit insane, you know that, Jen? …unh… Nicole was nuts, too. What’s with your character, man? …God… So cute, how much of a gentleman you are…how much you fuckin’ respect these chicks, but then the way you kiss them…shit…I bet Eric Brady’s a fucking animal in bed, Jen. Just like you.”
“Oh, Christ, Jared,” Jensen groans, head held in one hand while the other holds the phone to his ear. “Please tell me you’re not getting off on Eric Brady.”
“Do you ever get to bone this chick? Because…fuck…I bet you’re all sweet and shit in everyday life, but then once she gives it up to you, you just fucking lose it.”
“Jared, please…don’t you have work to do?”
“God, I’ll bet you fucking annihilated her, didn’t you? Fuck yeah, you did. Bet you just shoved that big cock all up in her and made her scream. Bet you fucked her all hard and fast, had her making all those fucking high-pitched noises chicks make in porn because they just can’t handle it, and I bet she could barely even breathe, fuck…”
“I didn’t actually fuck her!” Jensen exclaims in the middle of Jared’s rant, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “In real life or on the show!”
“That’s because you like dick." He hears Jared chuckle darkly and shifts in his seat, determined to not get turned on by any of this, because it’s just wrong. “But, man, if you did…God, you know, you fucking a girl is almost a goddamn turn-on, just because you’re so damn big and strong, and you could fucking own her, Jen, fuck!”
“You like that?” Jensen finds himself saying, and he almost hates himself for it, but his dick is starting to take interest. “You fuckin’ like me being in control, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” Jared’s voice is strained, his breath coming quicker, and Jensen can hear the lewd sound of skin on skin that he couldn’t hear before. Jared’s getting close, and Jensen feels his body temperature rise at just the thought of that. “Fuck yeah, I do.”
“You know when we get home…” Jensen starts, his voice going low and dark, almost like Dean’s, and he doesn’t even get anywhere with what he’d been ready to say, dirty talk completely unnecessary as Jared whimpers and then moans loudly into the phone, over and over again, working himself through his climax, and at Jared’s last shuddering breath, Jensen has to palm his crotch and grind the heel of his hand down hard, suppressing a groan. He manages to laugh, because as turned on as he is, he’s still amused by the absurdity of Jared’s phone call. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“No.” Jared pauses, still getting his breathing back under control. “No, you know who’s ridiculous?” Jensen already knows what’s coming, and he almost hangs up before Jared answers his own question for him. “Eric Brady.”
Jensen thinks it’s over then, figuring Jared got his rocks off, and that’ll be the end of it. He groans when he gets a text that night that says, Dude, Eric Brady just tried to be in porn. Chick at the studio said he had a big dick. She knows you well. He’d been hoping that Jared somehow wouldn’t find that episode. Even better is the voicemail he gets shortly after that:
“Dude, I don’t know why you’re not answering, but this is hilarious. I love how you try to go take down a porn studio that corrupts underage girls, and you think that the perfect disguise to go into the seedy part of town consists of jeans, a t-shirt, and a backwards cap. Eric Brady is fucking brilliant.”
He doesn’t expect another call the next day, and he answers his phone hesitantly, surprised by the ramble about the show that Jared rattles off.
“What a shitty sendoff!” Jensen has to hold the phone away from his ear as Jared nearly shouts into it. “Dude! For like three years you act on this shitty soap opera, performing better than even some of the supposed ‘old pros,’ and then they leave you off like that??” Jensen sighs.
“It’s just a TV show, Jared.”
“Shit, all that time, you’re a fucking saint, and everybody fucking loves you, and then when you’re ready to leave, everybody’s telling you how terrible of a person you are?? Dude, Eric Brady got fucking shit on! And then he doesn’t even end up with anybody! He’s off on his own in Colorado! They left you shit on and alone. In Colorado!”
“You have something against Colorado?”
“It’s cold!”
“Okay, Jared,” Jensen says, laughing. “I’m hanging up now. Remind me to do this to you whenever I decide to get caught up on all your five seasons of Gilmore Girls.”
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 050. Spade.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,264
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: I don’t think I need warnings for boys who clean and dance together on Saturday nights. XD
Summary: Jared finds that even cleaning with a man on a Saturday night can be ridiculously romantic.
Disclaimer: If I knew these people, and this actually happened, I’d be begging for the video.
Author's Notes: I was wondering what to do for this prompt, and just thinking of the word, I couldn’t get this song out of my head. And then I somehow saw this whole thing play out in my head. And I kind of put myself into a trance writing it, with the song playing over and over in the background.
It’s a Saturday night when Jared finally breaks down and agrees with Jensen that they need to clean the house. They could have someone do it for them, but Jensen seems to like having some more control at home than he does at work, and Jared admires that. He’s sure there are plenty of people who think Jensen is just some pretty actor who barely lifts a finger when he doesn’t have to, but Jensen is the complete opposite of that. Well…except for the “pretty” part. Though even Jared wouldn’t call Jensen “pretty” if he wanted to; not seriously, anyway. For one thing, Jensen would pretty much knock all the teeth out of his head if he even tried. And, for another, “pretty” just isn’t the right word to describe Jensen. Jared can think of a lot of words to describe how goddamn fucking not-even-fair attractive Jensen is. Some of them are even words that would make his mama blush. But “pretty” isn’t one of them.
He lights some scented candles as they clean, even though Jensen insists that they simply need to air the place out, no artificial smells needed. He grins when Jensen makes fun of him, complaining about how the strong smell of cookie-scented candles throughout the house will be enough to send both of them into diabetic shock, and sticks his tongue out childishly. Jensen smiles and rolls his eyes, smacking him in the arm with a Swiffer duster before moving off to clean.
Jensen’s got the stereo turned up and on random, and the smooth guitar starts just as Jared thinks about the misconceptions about Jensen, as well as those about their relationship.
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn’t play for the money he wins
He doesn’t play for respect
There are people who are surprised by their relationship; people who wonder why they’re together when they’ve been so naturally caring and romantic with the women they’ve been with. He thinks about how there are people out there who think that all that care and romance is gone from their lives now, just because they’re with each other; with a man. They think that men don’t allow for such things, don’t need them, and that those genuine, loveable traits that they’ve shown as leading men with ladies somehow get erased when they commit to each other. They think that men are hard, both literally and figuratively, and that the depth of their connection ends with their bodies and their rough ‘n’ tough attitudes. Jared doesn’t understand how people don’t see it; how they can be so wrong.
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
Jensen’s leaning down, dusting off an end table, when Jared surprises him by reaching for the dimmer and turning down the lights, the tiny flames of the cookie candles setting the atmosphere. Jensen turns to look over his shoulder at him, and Jared reaches out and grabs his arm, pulling him close, grabbing the Swiffer duster out of his hand and tossing it away.
“Dance with me,” Jared says to Jensen’s look of confusion, and he immediately sees amusement and fondness in Jensen’s eyes. And Jensen knows what he’s thinking, as always.
“So you drag me over here, and I have to lead?” Jensen teases, his smile more of a light in the room than the soft glow of the candles, and he moves one hand to rest at the dip in Jared’s lower back, the fingers of his other hand slotting together with Jared’s, held just out to the side.
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
Jared lets his free hand rest on Jensen’s lower back, mirroring Jensen’s movements as Jensen takes the lead. Even though he knows there’s more to Jensen than meets the eye, he’s still a little surprised himself that Jensen’s actually doing this, and he lowers his head so that their foreheads touch when they laugh together, losing the rhythm that’s a bit faster than Jared had thought.
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
Jensen picks it up somehow, turns the dance into this timed double-stepped sway that Jared’s somehow able to follow with Jensen as his teacher. Jared feels warmth spreading through his chest, all thoughts of other people and their thoughts fading as he lets Jensen move their bodies, both of them going quiet and somehow moving closer, almost one figure on the dance floor they’ve made out of their living room carpet.
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
That’s not the shape, the shape of my heart
Their eyes lock as they move, flowing easily now with the music, the sound filling their ears, the sensual smoothness of it somehow becoming a part of them, and Jared can’t even remember what they’d been doing before. Moreover, he doesn’t care. Nothing else exists, now, and he’s almost in a trance, his body moving itself as he loses himself in Jensen’s eyes and the hypnotic melody of the guitar.
And if I told you that I loved you
You’d maybe think there’s something wrong
I’m not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
Jared’s so far gone that he doesn’t even realize it when they stop moving. All he’s aware of is the warmth flooding his body, flowing through his veins with a low thrum that’s almost an undertone to the music. He’s not even sure he knows his own name when Jensen’s lips press softly against his. As far as he’s concerned, he doesn’t have one. He just is, and he returns the kiss in an almost drug-like haze. It’s slow and sweet, and they have all the time in the world, Jensen’s full lips gentle and sliding against his just right, tongues soothing each other instead of colliding fiercely as they might in their more desperate moments.
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
It’s when Jensen slowly pulls their lips apart that Jared wakes up a little, surprised to find that he hadn’t even realized how hard he’d been, how hard they’d been as they moved together on the floor. The low light of the candles’ flames catch Jensen’s eyes, and he looks up at Jared, fingers moving to play with the hairs curling at the back of Jared’s neck while still holding him at the lower back, soft and loving.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Jensen whispers, his skin just flushed and sweaty, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, and Jared nods, kissing Jensen’s forehead and taking his hand, threading their fingers together and leading him up the stairs.
That’s not the shape of my heart
Title: Size Matters
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 004. Insides.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 807
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hardcore smexing?
Summary: It’s times like this when Jared realizes that Jensen makes him feel small, and that that’s a good thing.
Disclaimer: I’ll just say what I said before: If I knew these people, and this actually happened, I’d be begging for the video.
Author's Notes: It’s really hard to title porn.
Jared can’t always explain the way he feels when Jensen’s inside him. All he knows is that he can never get enough of whatever that feeling is. If he tried to describe it, it would be a jumbled mess of love and trust and hurt and comfort all at once. It’s not always rough, and he doesn’t always demand it. Most of the time, Jensen just knows. But there are times, times when Jared is so desperate for it, so turned on by getting Jensen all riled up, that he’ll ask with dirty words and teasing touches, laving Jensen’s cock with his tongue and praising him, telling him how big he is, how thick, how much he loves to feel Jensen fucking him, how much he wants it. And then Jensen holds him down, makes promises Jared knows he’ll keep, fills him up so completely that Jared can barely breathe.
It’s times like this, when Jared’s down on his elbows and knees, Jensen splitting him open with the thick head of his dick, that Jared realizes why he loves Jensen. It’s the muscled arms that bracket his body, the toned legs that press and rub against his own, the strong hips that drive against him and push him forward, and the incredible hot, thick, powerful length of Jensen thrusting so deep inside him that he nearly chokes on it. It’s the grunts and groans above and around him that, while frantic and needy, are aggressive and masculine, rumbling through him as Jensen’s torso falls flush against his back. It’s times like this when Jared realizes that Jensen makes him feel small, and that that’s a good thing. Jared’s nearly always the biggest guy around, the strong one, the one everyone expects to rise to the occasion, protect the others, beat the opponent, and win the fight. But, at times like this, Jensen can dwarf him, surround him and fill him with his own hard body, no pressure and no expectations. Jensen can make him feel small, and that’s a good thing, because it makes him feel normal, safe.
And every time Jensen’s thrusting at some feverish pace inside of him, cock tugging and dragging tight, sensitive insides as it pulls back and pushing forcefully back in, hips rotating to rub at that spot that makes Jared lose his breath and clamp down on Jensen like he wants to keep him there forever, Jensen brings his lips down to Jared’s ear. And between throaty, feral growls, Jensen groans out, “I love you.” And every time, Jared gasps loudly, feeling broken open and vulnerable, so much so that it hurts, and he knows that only Jensen will ever get to see him and have him this way; that only Jensen can get inside his body, his soul. And that’s when he’s painfully hard, almost sobbing with it when Jensen finally reaches for him, and he cries out at the simplest touch, shaking and coming hard, his balls and the rest of his skin so tight over his body that he thinks he might burst, Jensen not even stroking down his full length once.
He buries his face in the pillows, his body trembling uncontrollably as he contracts around Jensen, Jensen thrusting through it, doing his damnedest to fuck in even deeper, and Jared swears he does it, swears he can feel Jensen in his entire body when the last thrust finally comes, Jensen’s shout reaching his ears as heat bursts inside of him. And then, after a moment of heavy breathing, Jensen’s kissing the top of his spine, wrapping one arm underneath him and pushing off the bed with the other, hauling Jared up in his lap and handling him like nothing; like he isn’t the fucking giant that everybody makes him out to be. Jared whimpers at the angle, at the feel of Jensen’s half-hard cock still inside him, and Jensen breathes out and kisses his neck, starting at the base of his jaw and moving all the way down to his shoulder. He gets a hand under Jared’s ass and pushes up when he softens more, grunting as he pulls out, and Jared feels how warm-sticky-wet both of them are where they were connected.
Jensen kisses his neck again and moves him over on the bed, away from the wet spot Jared left on the sheets when he came, and lays him down on his side. He gets up, and moments later Jared feels a warm washcloth gently rubbing over his most sensitive areas, cleaning him, and he sighs softly, eyes closed. He doesn’t sleep until Jensen leaves and then returns again, spooning up behind him and wrapping him up in strong arms, another kiss pressed to the back of his neck, and Jared feels safe, comforted, and relaxed, because Jensen is actually there to protect him.
Title: Summer Days
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 007. Days.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 972
Rating: R
Warnings: Horny!Jared and annoyed!Jensen. :P
Summary: Jared gets a hold of Jensen’s episodes of Days Of Our Lives, and he just won’t let it go.
Disclaimer: I just made this up for the lols.
Author's Notes: So…I got really bored, and I actually watched all the clips that Jared watches in this fic. And I absolutely could not resist writing this. Oh, Eric Brady. XD
Jensen knows he’s in for it when Jared calls him up and says, “Eric Brady, you’re adorable!” He promptly hangs up on him and gets back to filming. But apparently the fact that both of them are filming movies this summer doesn’t stop Jared from mainlining all the Eric Brady clips on YouTube that he can find. For days, Jared calls him, texts him, emails him every comment that enters his mind as he watches the Jensen from ten years ago find his way as an actor. For days, Jensen groans every time his phone rings or vibrates with Jared’s name popping up on the caller ID. For days, Jensen wonders how it is that Jared even gets any work done at all. For days, Jensen wonders how Jared manages to watch clips from the majority of the episodes he’d been in on Days Of Our Lives in just days and not weeks. The worst is when Jared calls him breathing heavily, and Jensen curses himself for even answering.
“God, this Greta chick is batshit insane, you know that, Jen? …unh… Nicole was nuts, too. What’s with your character, man? …God… So cute, how much of a gentleman you are…how much you fuckin’ respect these chicks, but then the way you kiss them…shit…I bet Eric Brady’s a fucking animal in bed, Jen. Just like you.”
“Oh, Christ, Jared,” Jensen groans, head held in one hand while the other holds the phone to his ear. “Please tell me you’re not getting off on Eric Brady.”
“Do you ever get to bone this chick? Because…fuck…I bet you’re all sweet and shit in everyday life, but then once she gives it up to you, you just fucking lose it.”
“Jared, please…don’t you have work to do?”
“God, I’ll bet you fucking annihilated her, didn’t you? Fuck yeah, you did. Bet you just shoved that big cock all up in her and made her scream. Bet you fucked her all hard and fast, had her making all those fucking high-pitched noises chicks make in porn because they just can’t handle it, and I bet she could barely even breathe, fuck…”
“I didn’t actually fuck her!” Jensen exclaims in the middle of Jared’s rant, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “In real life or on the show!”
“That’s because you like dick." He hears Jared chuckle darkly and shifts in his seat, determined to not get turned on by any of this, because it’s just wrong. “But, man, if you did…God, you know, you fucking a girl is almost a goddamn turn-on, just because you’re so damn big and strong, and you could fucking own her, Jen, fuck!”
“You like that?” Jensen finds himself saying, and he almost hates himself for it, but his dick is starting to take interest. “You fuckin’ like me being in control, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” Jared’s voice is strained, his breath coming quicker, and Jensen can hear the lewd sound of skin on skin that he couldn’t hear before. Jared’s getting close, and Jensen feels his body temperature rise at just the thought of that. “Fuck yeah, I do.”
“You know when we get home…” Jensen starts, his voice going low and dark, almost like Dean’s, and he doesn’t even get anywhere with what he’d been ready to say, dirty talk completely unnecessary as Jared whimpers and then moans loudly into the phone, over and over again, working himself through his climax, and at Jared’s last shuddering breath, Jensen has to palm his crotch and grind the heel of his hand down hard, suppressing a groan. He manages to laugh, because as turned on as he is, he’s still amused by the absurdity of Jared’s phone call. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“No.” Jared pauses, still getting his breathing back under control. “No, you know who’s ridiculous?” Jensen already knows what’s coming, and he almost hangs up before Jared answers his own question for him. “Eric Brady.”
Jensen thinks it’s over then, figuring Jared got his rocks off, and that’ll be the end of it. He groans when he gets a text that night that says, Dude, Eric Brady just tried to be in porn. Chick at the studio said he had a big dick. She knows you well. He’d been hoping that Jared somehow wouldn’t find that episode. Even better is the voicemail he gets shortly after that:
“Dude, I don’t know why you’re not answering, but this is hilarious. I love how you try to go take down a porn studio that corrupts underage girls, and you think that the perfect disguise to go into the seedy part of town consists of jeans, a t-shirt, and a backwards cap. Eric Brady is fucking brilliant.”
He doesn’t expect another call the next day, and he answers his phone hesitantly, surprised by the ramble about the show that Jared rattles off.
“What a shitty sendoff!” Jensen has to hold the phone away from his ear as Jared nearly shouts into it. “Dude! For like three years you act on this shitty soap opera, performing better than even some of the supposed ‘old pros,’ and then they leave you off like that??” Jensen sighs.
“It’s just a TV show, Jared.”
“Shit, all that time, you’re a fucking saint, and everybody fucking loves you, and then when you’re ready to leave, everybody’s telling you how terrible of a person you are?? Dude, Eric Brady got fucking shit on! And then he doesn’t even end up with anybody! He’s off on his own in Colorado! They left you shit on and alone. In Colorado!”
“You have something against Colorado?”
“It’s cold!”
“Okay, Jared,” Jensen says, laughing. “I’m hanging up now. Remind me to do this to you whenever I decide to get caught up on all your five seasons of Gilmore Girls.”