I Tried My Imagination, But I Was Disturbed
Title: I Tried My Imagination, But I Was Disturbed
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 033. Too Much.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2,979
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Crackiness? And BJs.
Summary: Jared wants to have some fun in the seedy bathroom of a bar.
Author's Notes: I don't want to give too much away, but dugindeep and I had this conversation not too long ago and basically talked out this whole fic. It was so cracky and fun, and we absolutely had to write it. So, last night, while I was supposed to be writing other things (the list never gets any shorter, I swear), I got sidetracked by Jensen's meatsword and ended up writing this instead. dugindeep looked it over, and here it is! And if you get the lyric references in the title, cut text, and the fic, you are awesome.
Jensen has no idea why Jared’s grinning like a lunatic when he comes back from pissing in the bar’s seedy bathroom, but he rolls his eyes at the sight anyway. It’s his default reaction to whatever Jared does, really.
“You etch your number into the stall or something?” Jensen asks when Jared sits back down next to him at the bar. “867-5309 Jared?”
“Meet me in there in a little while,” Jared says, and that’s when Jensen sees the dark look in Jared’s eyes. Well, hello there. “I’m gonna go back in. You follow a few minutes after. Don’t make it obv-”
“Yeah, Jared, I know how it works,” Jensen snaps, shifting in his seat. This bar’s a little rundown, and Jensen has his doubts when it comes to sanitation here. But his dick’s already stiffening at the thought of a hushed and hurried fuck in the bathroom, where anyone could catch them. The thought of pounding into Jared while Jared tries not to scream…
“Right,” Jared says, and Jensen comes back to the present, Jared fidgeting next to him and glancing around the bar anxiously, as if everyone already knows what they’re about to do. “You gotta go to the middle stall,” Jared instructs, and Jensen cocks his head a little. Jared’s smile fades, his teeth biting into his bottom lip slightly as he thinks. “No, fuck, you should go first. It’ll work better that way.”
“Hey, man.” Jensen stands up, setting his glass down on the bar. “Whatever works.”
“No, not ye-” Jared starts to protest, and Jensen just stares at him as he flicks the top button of his shirt open. Jared’s face reddens, his eyes focusing on the patch of skin just revealed. “I was just…in there,” he finishes lamely, and Jensen just walks away, because he really doesn’t give a shit.
“Huh,” Jensen says when he moves through the bathroom door. It’s not as bad as he expected it to be. He’s seen worse. He peers over at the urinals and bends down to check for feet beneath the stall doors. The room’s deserted. “Middle stall,” he says to himself, rolling his eyes again as he pushes the door open and steps inside. He locks it and leans back against the wall separating it from the stall to the left, waiting. He closes his eyes, thinking about just what they’ll do in here, and he unbuttons his shirt a little more, his hand traveling down to his crotch and rubbing over it a little.
He pauses when he hears the bathroom door open, and he smirks. He lets his left hand slide up and through the opening of his shirt, fingertips toying with the nipple he finds there. He lets a soft moan escape his lips, mostly for show, imagining Jared all riled up as he walks through the door. He waits for the footsteps to come towards him, for the inevitable knock on the door.
It doesn’t happen. Instead, he hears the door to the stall on the right open, close, and lock. His smirk turns to a frown, and he lets his hands drop. He’s not too concerned about the sound he’d made. Just annoyed that this asshole had to come in and ruin all the fun. Of course, it could be even more fun if Jared comes in soon, and they have to try and keep quiet with someone in the stall next to them. Jensen listens for the sound of the bathroom door, but all he hears is the distinct sound of a zipper and pants dropping. He sighs, realizing now that this guy shitting just might ruin the mood.
Screw “might.” It will.
Jensen’s eyebrows rise when his ears catch the distinct sound of flesh on flesh. Looks like this guy has similar ideas about what bar bathrooms are for. Jensen’s right hand slides down to cup the bulge in his jeans again. This could work. Everyone gets off and goes home happy. If Jared ever gets here, anyway. He closes his eyes, waiting.
The thump on the wall is unexpected, and Jensen jumps a little, opening his eyes again. He stares towards the stall, and that’s when he sees it. He doesn’t know how he missed the hole in the wall before, but he did. And now? Now there’s a dick poking through it.
“What the f-” Jensen’s shouting before he realizes it, and he cuts himself off. His cheeks and ears are burning, and he’s wondering if that goddamn stupid moan he let out when this asshole came in sounded like some sort of invitation. Well, it was an invitation. Just not for this guy. He rubs a hand over his face. This is embarrassing. There’s another thump on the wall, and the dick thrusts forward and bounces. “Oh, alright!” Jensen snaps. What an impatient little bastard. Jensen takes a look at the dick again and gives an appreciative nod. This guy may be a bastard, but Jensen’ll give him credit for not being so little. “Listen,” Jensen starts, hating that he has to even talk to this guy. “I’m sorry, man, I thought you were someone else, alright?”
“What do you mean?” comes the high-pitched squeak from the other side of the wall, and the dick moves and bobs in the hole. “It’s me!”
Jensen stares. No. No, this can’t…This can’t be happening. There’s no fucking way. But then there are the boots beneath the stall that Jensen recognizes and the familiar fingertips clenching over the top of the wall. And, well…there’s the ridiculously annoying squeak that’s obviously disguising a deeper, recognizable voice.
“Come on, Jensen!” Holy shit. “I’m waiting!”
“…Jared?” Jensen tries, almost hoping now that, by some miracle, this is some random asshole with mental problems and not Jared. The dick bobs. Like it’s nodding. Jensen drops his head into his hands. “Jared, please tell me you’re not making your dick talk to me.”
There’s barely muffled laughter and then, “But I love when your lips are on me, Jensen! Please suck me!”
Jensen winces at how impossibly high Jared makes his voice when he emphasizes words. “You know, it’s times like this when I think about turning straight.”
“But you love me!” Jared…Jared’s dick says. And it sort of…swirls in the hole in a way that leaves Jensen just a little bit fascinated.
“You ever consider Puppetry of the Penis?” Jensen asks.
“Jenseeeen!” And Jesus Christ, the squeak actually whines. Jensen swears that if Jared could make his dick frown, he would’ve done that, too.
“Man, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I am not sucking your dick through a hole in the wall. Especially when it’s talking to me.” He doesn’t mention that the mood is pretty much shot now, even if Jared’s dick is nice and hard and red and just a little wet at the tip. “Thought we were gonna fuck in the stall,” he grumbles, trying like hell to not be turned on by this.
“But it’s a glory hole!” Jared’s dick exclaims, thrusting and bobbing up and down. “Something we can take off the list!”
“I’m not sure it was ever on my list,” Jensen says, though now that he can’t take his eyes off Jared’s dick he’s wondering why it isn’t. There’s a whine and the dick pulls out of the hole.
“Want me to suck you?” Jared asks, and it’s in his normal voice, and his boots disappear from beneath the stall as he gets down on his knees. Jensen can hear the scrape of Jared’s belt along the floor. “Come on, man. One of us should. I want to.”
“Thought these things were supposed to be anonymous,” Jensen grunts, fingers quickly working to free himself of his pants and boxers. If he’s here suffering through Jared’s shenanigans, he may as well get a blowjob.
“Doesn’t matter,” Jared answers, and Jensen can hear that Jared’s almost panting in anticipation. “Either way, it’s fucking hot. And I only ever wanna suck your dick. All big and thick and hard, can barely take you when you fuck my mouth, God…”
“You want it?” Jensen teases, stroking himself a few times as he shuffles over to the wall, pants around his ankles. He can hear the fap, fap, fap of Jared’s fist over his cock, and he smears the spit of pre-come from his own over the head and down the shaft, can’t wait to make Jared taste it. “You wanna suck me?”
“Fuck yeah, Jen, put it through, make me choke on it, just fuckin’ come right down my throat, can’t fuckin’ wait…”
“Whore,” Jensen jokes, but he can’t laugh, not now, and he hears how dark it sounds when he says it, catches Jared’s moan after. Jensen grips the top of the wall with his left hand, lines himself up with the hole with his right. He closes his eyes and presses forward, already feels Jared’s hot breath puffing through the hole, and he groans…and stops, because what the fuck, his dick colliding with the wall really isn’t cool. He looks down, wondering how the hell he could’ve missed. And then he sees his problem. He presses forward again, carefully, and his dick reaches the hole…and stops.
“Jen?”
“Son of a bitch.”
“Jen, man, what’s takin’ so long?”
“Son of a bitch!”
“What?”
Jensen slams his palm against the wall, ignoring the confusion and concern in Jared’s voice. And the undignified shriek Jared lets out at being startled by Jensen’s outburst. Jensen can hear him falling back away from the wall.
“Jen, what the fuck?!”
“It doesn’t fit!” Jensen fumes, glaring down at his dick as if it did something wrong. As if it could understand being glared at, and Jensen maybe gets Jared giving his dick a personality.
“…What?”
“It doesn’t fit! It’s too goddamn thick!”
“What?”
“The hole isn’t wide enough!”
“…Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious!” Jensen shouts, slamming his palm against the wall again. “What, you think I’m making this up? Think I don’t want my dick sucked?” Jensen hears Jared standing, shuffling, tripping, unlocking his stall door, throwing it open, falling into Jensen’s stall door, trying to open it, and then pounding on it loudly.
“Let me in,” Jared demands, out of breath. “Fuck, Jensen, let me in.” Jensen rolls his eyes and turns to unlock the door. It opens in an instant, Jared pushing against him to crowd inside, closing and locking the door behind him. Jared’s pants are still around his ankles, his face flushed, cock standing up against his stomach, leaving little wet marks on his shirt as it bobs with his movements. “Let me see it,” he says, and Jensen’s confused until Jared eyes Jensen’s cock, licks his lips, and then looks over at the glory hole. “Let me see you do it. Let me see you try.”
Jensen wordlessly moves back to the wall, Jared crowding up behind him. He shivers, Jared’s cock pressing into the crease of his ass, Jared’s head over his shoulder, hands on his waist, watching. He guides his dick to the hole, lets it bump up against the wall a bit, too thick to slip through.
“Oh my God,” Jared breathes, his grip on Jensen’s waist tightening as he thrusts hard against Jensen, sliding in the crack, over Jensen’s hole, and Jensen gasps. “Fuck, Jensen…”
It’s unexpected when Jared grips Jensen, turns him around, and shoves him back into the toilet. Jensen loses his breath as he slips in the pants caught around his ankles and his back hits the toilet tank, ass smacking down onto the edge of the seat. Jared’s on him before he can get his breath back, lips crashing against his own, teeth nipping at his lips, tongue thrusting into his mouth and almost suffocating him before it pulls back out. Jared’s staring down at Jensen as his hand wraps around Jensen’s cock, firm tugs making Jensen moan and buck on the seat, head lolling back against the tank.
“So fucking hot, Jen, you know that?” Jared growls, voice low and raspy, and Jensen can hear that Jared’s jaw is clenched, his teeth gritting together. “So big. So fuckin’ thick. Even now, in my hand.” Jared moans, and Jensen looks at him, sees Jared looking down at his cock as he jacks it. “Look at you. Fuckin’…look at you.”
Jared releases Jensen’s cock and immediately falls to his knees between Jensen’s spread legs, and Jensen’s cock jumps at the sight of Jared kneeling before him. Jared runs his hands up Jensen’s legs, to his thighs, rubbing them, kneading them, watching the muscles in them twitch and tense. And then he smiles. The fucker smiles, catching Jensen’s eye before he grips the base of Jensen’s cock and leans forward, the tip of his tongue licking at the tip, wiggling into the slit.
“Oh fuck, Jared,” Jensen whimpers, and he’s already grabbing Jared’s hair, already trying to buck his hips. And Jared opens wide over him and lets him. Jensen hears how his groan echoes in the bathroom, but he really doesn’t care, because all he can focus on right now is the wet heat of Jared’s mouth, the slide and undulation of Jared’s tongue around his dick, soft lips sliding along the length. He shoves in as far as he can go, bumping up against the back of Jared’s throat, feeling it flutter as Jared chokes and tries to swallow around him. “Fucking shit…”
Jensen pulls back, half gone and strung out, but he still manages to be concerned about Jared. But Jared? Jared just grips Jensen’s hips, fingernails digging into his skin, and plunges right back down on Jensen’s dick, moaning hungrily around it. Jensen’s eyes flutter closed, mouth falling open as he thrusts up again. Jared chokes, but recovers quickly, swallowing and working with the rhythm Jensen sets, hips working as his fingers twist and pull in Jared’s hair, bringing him up and down, up and down.
Jared’s right hand leaves Jensen’s hip, and the obscene way Jared manages to moan over Jensen’s cock now makes it obvious that he’s jerking himself off. Jensen’s thighs and abs burn with the effort of fucking Jared’s mouth, his position on the toilet seat awkward. He looks down at Jared when the moans get louder, even if they are muffled. They’re more frantic, and Jensen watches the way Jared’s lips spread over him as he thrusts in, the way Jared’s huge mouth can only just fit him. He can see moisture on Jared’s eyelashes, and knows that his eyes are watering from choking on his dick. Jared’s close, so close, and Jensen twitches and tenses and keeps Jared’s mouth full while Jared lets go of what would’ve been a scream. It vibrates over Jensen’s dick, up his spine, back down into his balls, and he arches, knowing he’s not far behind. Still, he lets go when Jared’s finished, lets Jared pull off and catch his breath, gasp for air. Jared slumps forward, head resting on Jensen’s thigh, breath puffing over his dick.
“God,” Jared whispers, and it’s hoarse, broken. Jensen runs a hand through Jared’s hair, pushing it away from his face, his sweaty forehead.
“You okay?” Jared makes a noise that’s half grunt, half whimper, and Jensen chuckles, trying to slide up to a more comfortable sitting position, his balls aching. “I can take it from here, dude.”
“Jen,” Jared protests, and he lifts his head. He looks and sounds wrecked, and it’s hot as hell. “I can do it.”
“You sure?” Jensen asks, even if he’s praying the answer is yes. “Because you don’t have to.”
Jared doesn’t even answer, just gently grips Jensen’s cock again and sucks at the tip. Jensen moans appreciatively when Jared’s other hand reaches up to fondle his balls, gentle pressure massaging into them. Jensen can already feel his body tensing, light tingling in his balls where Jared’s rubbing. Jared slips down lower, moaning softly, encouraging him, long fingers reaching back to his ass, rubbing over the hole. Jensen gasps in surprise, letting his head fall back again as he fists his hands in Jared’s hair and thrusts up. Jared lets him in, as always, swallowing rapidly around him, not choking this time. Jensen feels his balls draw up, his dick twitching as he shakes and comes, heat bursting out of him and into Jared’s mouth, down Jared’s throat. He cries out, unable to hold it in, his eyes squeezing shut as Jared works him through every jolt, every spurt, every last aftershock. Jared sucks him dry, sucks him until it’s too much, and he’s going soft. And then Jared gently lets him fall from his lips, licking them as he sits back on his heels. Jensen watches lazily as Jared grabs some toilet paper off the roll, disappearing down between his legs.
“What’re you doin’?” Jensen slurs.
“Came on the bottom of the toilet,” Jared answers, voice thick and raspy. “Cleanin’ it up.” Jensen laughs.
“Are you serious? Have you seen this place?”
“Yeah, well, I like to laugh about it when it’s other people’s messes and not mine.” Jared’s face appears again, hair sticking out every which way, and he’s smiling. “Lift up.” Jensen groans, but he manages to stand, arms braced against the wall while Jared flushes the sticky, balled up wad of toilet paper and then stands in front of him. They fix themselves up, getting fully clothed again, and then they exit the stall. Jensen leans over to wash his hands at the sink.
“Well, that was awesome.”
“Yeah.” Jared grins, washing up at the sink next to Jensen. “Didn’t go as I pictured, but I’m alright with that.”
“Was the dick voice really necessary?”
“Hey, man.” Jared dries his hands off and grabs at his crotch. “He’s got a mind of his own.”
Jensen rolls his eyes.
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 033. Too Much.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2,979
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Crackiness? And BJs.
Summary: Jared wants to have some fun in the seedy bathroom of a bar.
Author's Notes: I don't want to give too much away, but dugindeep and I had this conversation not too long ago and basically talked out this whole fic. It was so cracky and fun, and we absolutely had to write it. So, last night, while I was supposed to be writing other things (the list never gets any shorter, I swear), I got sidetracked by Jensen's meatsword and ended up writing this instead. dugindeep looked it over, and here it is! And if you get the lyric references in the title, cut text, and the fic, you are awesome.
Jensen has no idea why Jared’s grinning like a lunatic when he comes back from pissing in the bar’s seedy bathroom, but he rolls his eyes at the sight anyway. It’s his default reaction to whatever Jared does, really.
“You etch your number into the stall or something?” Jensen asks when Jared sits back down next to him at the bar. “867-5309 Jared?”
“Meet me in there in a little while,” Jared says, and that’s when Jensen sees the dark look in Jared’s eyes. Well, hello there. “I’m gonna go back in. You follow a few minutes after. Don’t make it obv-”
“Yeah, Jared, I know how it works,” Jensen snaps, shifting in his seat. This bar’s a little rundown, and Jensen has his doubts when it comes to sanitation here. But his dick’s already stiffening at the thought of a hushed and hurried fuck in the bathroom, where anyone could catch them. The thought of pounding into Jared while Jared tries not to scream…
“Right,” Jared says, and Jensen comes back to the present, Jared fidgeting next to him and glancing around the bar anxiously, as if everyone already knows what they’re about to do. “You gotta go to the middle stall,” Jared instructs, and Jensen cocks his head a little. Jared’s smile fades, his teeth biting into his bottom lip slightly as he thinks. “No, fuck, you should go first. It’ll work better that way.”
“Hey, man.” Jensen stands up, setting his glass down on the bar. “Whatever works.”
“No, not ye-” Jared starts to protest, and Jensen just stares at him as he flicks the top button of his shirt open. Jared’s face reddens, his eyes focusing on the patch of skin just revealed. “I was just…in there,” he finishes lamely, and Jensen just walks away, because he really doesn’t give a shit.
“Huh,” Jensen says when he moves through the bathroom door. It’s not as bad as he expected it to be. He’s seen worse. He peers over at the urinals and bends down to check for feet beneath the stall doors. The room’s deserted. “Middle stall,” he says to himself, rolling his eyes again as he pushes the door open and steps inside. He locks it and leans back against the wall separating it from the stall to the left, waiting. He closes his eyes, thinking about just what they’ll do in here, and he unbuttons his shirt a little more, his hand traveling down to his crotch and rubbing over it a little.
He pauses when he hears the bathroom door open, and he smirks. He lets his left hand slide up and through the opening of his shirt, fingertips toying with the nipple he finds there. He lets a soft moan escape his lips, mostly for show, imagining Jared all riled up as he walks through the door. He waits for the footsteps to come towards him, for the inevitable knock on the door.
It doesn’t happen. Instead, he hears the door to the stall on the right open, close, and lock. His smirk turns to a frown, and he lets his hands drop. He’s not too concerned about the sound he’d made. Just annoyed that this asshole had to come in and ruin all the fun. Of course, it could be even more fun if Jared comes in soon, and they have to try and keep quiet with someone in the stall next to them. Jensen listens for the sound of the bathroom door, but all he hears is the distinct sound of a zipper and pants dropping. He sighs, realizing now that this guy shitting just might ruin the mood.
Screw “might.” It will.
Jensen’s eyebrows rise when his ears catch the distinct sound of flesh on flesh. Looks like this guy has similar ideas about what bar bathrooms are for. Jensen’s right hand slides down to cup the bulge in his jeans again. This could work. Everyone gets off and goes home happy. If Jared ever gets here, anyway. He closes his eyes, waiting.
The thump on the wall is unexpected, and Jensen jumps a little, opening his eyes again. He stares towards the stall, and that’s when he sees it. He doesn’t know how he missed the hole in the wall before, but he did. And now? Now there’s a dick poking through it.
“What the f-” Jensen’s shouting before he realizes it, and he cuts himself off. His cheeks and ears are burning, and he’s wondering if that goddamn stupid moan he let out when this asshole came in sounded like some sort of invitation. Well, it was an invitation. Just not for this guy. He rubs a hand over his face. This is embarrassing. There’s another thump on the wall, and the dick thrusts forward and bounces. “Oh, alright!” Jensen snaps. What an impatient little bastard. Jensen takes a look at the dick again and gives an appreciative nod. This guy may be a bastard, but Jensen’ll give him credit for not being so little. “Listen,” Jensen starts, hating that he has to even talk to this guy. “I’m sorry, man, I thought you were someone else, alright?”
“What do you mean?” comes the high-pitched squeak from the other side of the wall, and the dick moves and bobs in the hole. “It’s me!”
Jensen stares. No. No, this can’t…This can’t be happening. There’s no fucking way. But then there are the boots beneath the stall that Jensen recognizes and the familiar fingertips clenching over the top of the wall. And, well…there’s the ridiculously annoying squeak that’s obviously disguising a deeper, recognizable voice.
“Come on, Jensen!” Holy shit. “I’m waiting!”
“…Jared?” Jensen tries, almost hoping now that, by some miracle, this is some random asshole with mental problems and not Jared. The dick bobs. Like it’s nodding. Jensen drops his head into his hands. “Jared, please tell me you’re not making your dick talk to me.”
There’s barely muffled laughter and then, “But I love when your lips are on me, Jensen! Please suck me!”
Jensen winces at how impossibly high Jared makes his voice when he emphasizes words. “You know, it’s times like this when I think about turning straight.”
“But you love me!” Jared…Jared’s dick says. And it sort of…swirls in the hole in a way that leaves Jensen just a little bit fascinated.
“You ever consider Puppetry of the Penis?” Jensen asks.
“Jenseeeen!” And Jesus Christ, the squeak actually whines. Jensen swears that if Jared could make his dick frown, he would’ve done that, too.
“Man, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I am not sucking your dick through a hole in the wall. Especially when it’s talking to me.” He doesn’t mention that the mood is pretty much shot now, even if Jared’s dick is nice and hard and red and just a little wet at the tip. “Thought we were gonna fuck in the stall,” he grumbles, trying like hell to not be turned on by this.
“But it’s a glory hole!” Jared’s dick exclaims, thrusting and bobbing up and down. “Something we can take off the list!”
“I’m not sure it was ever on my list,” Jensen says, though now that he can’t take his eyes off Jared’s dick he’s wondering why it isn’t. There’s a whine and the dick pulls out of the hole.
“Want me to suck you?” Jared asks, and it’s in his normal voice, and his boots disappear from beneath the stall as he gets down on his knees. Jensen can hear the scrape of Jared’s belt along the floor. “Come on, man. One of us should. I want to.”
“Thought these things were supposed to be anonymous,” Jensen grunts, fingers quickly working to free himself of his pants and boxers. If he’s here suffering through Jared’s shenanigans, he may as well get a blowjob.
“Doesn’t matter,” Jared answers, and Jensen can hear that Jared’s almost panting in anticipation. “Either way, it’s fucking hot. And I only ever wanna suck your dick. All big and thick and hard, can barely take you when you fuck my mouth, God…”
“You want it?” Jensen teases, stroking himself a few times as he shuffles over to the wall, pants around his ankles. He can hear the fap, fap, fap of Jared’s fist over his cock, and he smears the spit of pre-come from his own over the head and down the shaft, can’t wait to make Jared taste it. “You wanna suck me?”
“Fuck yeah, Jen, put it through, make me choke on it, just fuckin’ come right down my throat, can’t fuckin’ wait…”
“Whore,” Jensen jokes, but he can’t laugh, not now, and he hears how dark it sounds when he says it, catches Jared’s moan after. Jensen grips the top of the wall with his left hand, lines himself up with the hole with his right. He closes his eyes and presses forward, already feels Jared’s hot breath puffing through the hole, and he groans…and stops, because what the fuck, his dick colliding with the wall really isn’t cool. He looks down, wondering how the hell he could’ve missed. And then he sees his problem. He presses forward again, carefully, and his dick reaches the hole…and stops.
“Jen?”
“Son of a bitch.”
“Jen, man, what’s takin’ so long?”
“Son of a bitch!”
“What?”
Jensen slams his palm against the wall, ignoring the confusion and concern in Jared’s voice. And the undignified shriek Jared lets out at being startled by Jensen’s outburst. Jensen can hear him falling back away from the wall.
“Jen, what the fuck?!”
“It doesn’t fit!” Jensen fumes, glaring down at his dick as if it did something wrong. As if it could understand being glared at, and Jensen maybe gets Jared giving his dick a personality.
“…What?”
“It doesn’t fit! It’s too goddamn thick!”
“What?”
“The hole isn’t wide enough!”
“…Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious!” Jensen shouts, slamming his palm against the wall again. “What, you think I’m making this up? Think I don’t want my dick sucked?” Jensen hears Jared standing, shuffling, tripping, unlocking his stall door, throwing it open, falling into Jensen’s stall door, trying to open it, and then pounding on it loudly.
“Let me in,” Jared demands, out of breath. “Fuck, Jensen, let me in.” Jensen rolls his eyes and turns to unlock the door. It opens in an instant, Jared pushing against him to crowd inside, closing and locking the door behind him. Jared’s pants are still around his ankles, his face flushed, cock standing up against his stomach, leaving little wet marks on his shirt as it bobs with his movements. “Let me see it,” he says, and Jensen’s confused until Jared eyes Jensen’s cock, licks his lips, and then looks over at the glory hole. “Let me see you do it. Let me see you try.”
Jensen wordlessly moves back to the wall, Jared crowding up behind him. He shivers, Jared’s cock pressing into the crease of his ass, Jared’s head over his shoulder, hands on his waist, watching. He guides his dick to the hole, lets it bump up against the wall a bit, too thick to slip through.
“Oh my God,” Jared breathes, his grip on Jensen’s waist tightening as he thrusts hard against Jensen, sliding in the crack, over Jensen’s hole, and Jensen gasps. “Fuck, Jensen…”
It’s unexpected when Jared grips Jensen, turns him around, and shoves him back into the toilet. Jensen loses his breath as he slips in the pants caught around his ankles and his back hits the toilet tank, ass smacking down onto the edge of the seat. Jared’s on him before he can get his breath back, lips crashing against his own, teeth nipping at his lips, tongue thrusting into his mouth and almost suffocating him before it pulls back out. Jared’s staring down at Jensen as his hand wraps around Jensen’s cock, firm tugs making Jensen moan and buck on the seat, head lolling back against the tank.
“So fucking hot, Jen, you know that?” Jared growls, voice low and raspy, and Jensen can hear that Jared’s jaw is clenched, his teeth gritting together. “So big. So fuckin’ thick. Even now, in my hand.” Jared moans, and Jensen looks at him, sees Jared looking down at his cock as he jacks it. “Look at you. Fuckin’…look at you.”
Jared releases Jensen’s cock and immediately falls to his knees between Jensen’s spread legs, and Jensen’s cock jumps at the sight of Jared kneeling before him. Jared runs his hands up Jensen’s legs, to his thighs, rubbing them, kneading them, watching the muscles in them twitch and tense. And then he smiles. The fucker smiles, catching Jensen’s eye before he grips the base of Jensen’s cock and leans forward, the tip of his tongue licking at the tip, wiggling into the slit.
“Oh fuck, Jared,” Jensen whimpers, and he’s already grabbing Jared’s hair, already trying to buck his hips. And Jared opens wide over him and lets him. Jensen hears how his groan echoes in the bathroom, but he really doesn’t care, because all he can focus on right now is the wet heat of Jared’s mouth, the slide and undulation of Jared’s tongue around his dick, soft lips sliding along the length. He shoves in as far as he can go, bumping up against the back of Jared’s throat, feeling it flutter as Jared chokes and tries to swallow around him. “Fucking shit…”
Jensen pulls back, half gone and strung out, but he still manages to be concerned about Jared. But Jared? Jared just grips Jensen’s hips, fingernails digging into his skin, and plunges right back down on Jensen’s dick, moaning hungrily around it. Jensen’s eyes flutter closed, mouth falling open as he thrusts up again. Jared chokes, but recovers quickly, swallowing and working with the rhythm Jensen sets, hips working as his fingers twist and pull in Jared’s hair, bringing him up and down, up and down.
Jared’s right hand leaves Jensen’s hip, and the obscene way Jared manages to moan over Jensen’s cock now makes it obvious that he’s jerking himself off. Jensen’s thighs and abs burn with the effort of fucking Jared’s mouth, his position on the toilet seat awkward. He looks down at Jared when the moans get louder, even if they are muffled. They’re more frantic, and Jensen watches the way Jared’s lips spread over him as he thrusts in, the way Jared’s huge mouth can only just fit him. He can see moisture on Jared’s eyelashes, and knows that his eyes are watering from choking on his dick. Jared’s close, so close, and Jensen twitches and tenses and keeps Jared’s mouth full while Jared lets go of what would’ve been a scream. It vibrates over Jensen’s dick, up his spine, back down into his balls, and he arches, knowing he’s not far behind. Still, he lets go when Jared’s finished, lets Jared pull off and catch his breath, gasp for air. Jared slumps forward, head resting on Jensen’s thigh, breath puffing over his dick.
“God,” Jared whispers, and it’s hoarse, broken. Jensen runs a hand through Jared’s hair, pushing it away from his face, his sweaty forehead.
“You okay?” Jared makes a noise that’s half grunt, half whimper, and Jensen chuckles, trying to slide up to a more comfortable sitting position, his balls aching. “I can take it from here, dude.”
“Jen,” Jared protests, and he lifts his head. He looks and sounds wrecked, and it’s hot as hell. “I can do it.”
“You sure?” Jensen asks, even if he’s praying the answer is yes. “Because you don’t have to.”
Jared doesn’t even answer, just gently grips Jensen’s cock again and sucks at the tip. Jensen moans appreciatively when Jared’s other hand reaches up to fondle his balls, gentle pressure massaging into them. Jensen can already feel his body tensing, light tingling in his balls where Jared’s rubbing. Jared slips down lower, moaning softly, encouraging him, long fingers reaching back to his ass, rubbing over the hole. Jensen gasps in surprise, letting his head fall back again as he fists his hands in Jared’s hair and thrusts up. Jared lets him in, as always, swallowing rapidly around him, not choking this time. Jensen feels his balls draw up, his dick twitching as he shakes and comes, heat bursting out of him and into Jared’s mouth, down Jared’s throat. He cries out, unable to hold it in, his eyes squeezing shut as Jared works him through every jolt, every spurt, every last aftershock. Jared sucks him dry, sucks him until it’s too much, and he’s going soft. And then Jared gently lets him fall from his lips, licking them as he sits back on his heels. Jensen watches lazily as Jared grabs some toilet paper off the roll, disappearing down between his legs.
“What’re you doin’?” Jensen slurs.
“Came on the bottom of the toilet,” Jared answers, voice thick and raspy. “Cleanin’ it up.” Jensen laughs.
“Are you serious? Have you seen this place?”
“Yeah, well, I like to laugh about it when it’s other people’s messes and not mine.” Jared’s face appears again, hair sticking out every which way, and he’s smiling. “Lift up.” Jensen groans, but he manages to stand, arms braced against the wall while Jared flushes the sticky, balled up wad of toilet paper and then stands in front of him. They fix themselves up, getting fully clothed again, and then they exit the stall. Jensen leans over to wash his hands at the sink.
“Well, that was awesome.”
“Yeah.” Jared grins, washing up at the sink next to Jensen. “Didn’t go as I pictured, but I’m alright with that.”
“Was the dick voice really necessary?”
“Hey, man.” Jared dries his hands off and grabs at his crotch. “He’s got a mind of his own.”
Jensen rolls his eyes.