fic post: (jared/zac, nc-17)
Title: Guilty Pleasure
Author: rawkin_ur_sox
Summary: Jared and Zac play video games. Jared makes a move on Zac; Zac lets him.
Word Count: 1,534.
Disclaimer: Never happened, kids.
Pairings/Characters: Jared/Zac. Mentions of Vanessa & Sandy.
Notes/Warnings: Porn without plot; well, not really anyway. And yes, another video game!fic. Not beta'ed, any mistakes are mine, considering I wrote this in a few hours. Does spell check count? *shrugs*
(Dedicated to rose_janice as a belated birthday present; ILU! And I know you love the Jared/Zac. So, hope you like it!)
**
“Dude, you know you love it.” Zac winked slyly in his direction, the game pad wrinkled and cast aside on the floor beside the coffee table in Jared’s living room. Jared managed a slow, disbelieving laugh.
“No, I just,” Zac lifted an eyebrow inquisitively, “it’s fun to play when you’re bored, okay? Happy now?”
“It still counts as admitting to liking DDR, man, whether you like it or not.” Zac replied proudly, taking a sip of his beer and brushing the hair out of his face.
Jared licked his lip in frustration, “Whatever, dude. Just start it up again, I’m gonna smoke you in the next level, just watch.” Jared got up, bending this way in that in preparation, his shirt riding up a little, revealing his tanned and muscled torso. Zac forgot how to breathe in that same moment, his cock hardening at once. He didn’t know why he agreed to hanging out with Sandy’s gorgeous boyfriend, but he figured it was because Vanessa pleaded and begged. They broke up the week before, both of them coming to terms that they were better off friends than they were boyfriend and girlfriend. But Vanessa was still very much friends with Sandy, and whenever she wanted to chill with her, Vanessa found a way for Zac to hang out with Jared while they were off doing God knows what.
He didn’t mind so much at first, keeping in touch with Jared was like keeping in touch with all of his other friends. Except he’s been getting hand-job’s from Jared, and no one else has been the wiser. There’s always some sort of guilt that comes after, seeing as though Sandy is still with him, and he usually doesn’t want to succumb to his selfish desires any more after he beats himself up over it. But he figures that Sandy won’t get hurt, if she never knows. And Jared made it pretty clear that if she ever did find out, it would be okay. He told Zac that she expressed interest in having a threesome with another man before, and even though this isn’t the same, Zac thinks she’s open to almost anything.
“So? We playin’ or what, Efron?” Jared grins in his direction, folding his arms over his broad chest. Zac starts the game and Jared has to rush to find his place, the song Zac chose was way too fast. Zac laughs merrily, knowing his revenge is sweet.
After a few more rounds of Dance Dance Revolution, they collapse lazily on the couch, stretching their legs out and clinking their bottles together.
“That was some fun shit,” Jared drawls. Zac laughs a little.
“Told you you’d regret giving me that game,” he says, taking a drink.
Jared turns to look at him, and Zac senses the familiar heat in that gaze. He turns and Jared’s already sliding his hand up his denim-clad thigh.
Jared strokes the inseam of Zac’s jeans, way too close to the heat that’s threatening to make itself visible. And oh, it just did.
Jared smirks at him from underneath those dark brown strands. Zac has to swallow. He can’t help but get turned on by that look, the heated brown-green gaze that takes his breath away, making him forget his own name. Wanting Jared to take him and let him do whatever it is he wants to him. Jared’s stroking along Zac’s crotch, lifting his other hand to trace along his jaw, tracing his cheek and feeling the heat surface. Then Jared moved to his lips, and Zac couldn’t take it anymore.
Jared runs his index finger across his top, then bottom lip. And Zac takes charge, his mouth opening and latching his lips on to Jared’s finger, sucking slow, and running it over the tip. He could see Jared open his mouth, a surprised groan escaping him. Zac smiled around it, running his tongue under the pad, biting a little and working it around his lips. Jared removed it and then pulled Zac toward him, their lips crashing and then they were kissing.
Zac loved it like this, hard and messy and rough and having Jared control him. He never knew being dominated would turn him on, but he thinks briefly it had to do with Jared. After all, he was positive he was straight before Jared Padalecki came along.
Jared somehow pulled Zac into his lap, attacking his mouth and Zac couldn’t help but moan helplessly, Jared’s hand pulling his head down against him more and then Zac pulled away, angling his neck towards his lips, and then Jared slipping his lips down to his jaw, then kissing down to his neck and sucking on the tanned skin as he went. Zac’s eyes closed, getting lost in the sensation of Jared’s mouth on him, his cock getting harder with each passing second. He thrust down on Jared, and Jared panted against his neck, thrusting his hips up to meet Zac’s cock with his own.
Zac twisted his hand in Jared’s hair, feeling himself losing control as he starting riding Jared’s lap slowly, Jared’s broken gasps making him breathless. “Zac,” Jared grunts out, “wanna make you come so hard,” and Zac goes slower, his eyes changing from ice blue to deep sapphire in seconds.
“God,” he pants, and Jared doesn’t waste any time. He starts unzipping Zac’s jeans, his hand going for his cock, which was leaking so much precome already. Zac found his hand reaching into Jared’s pants and doing the same, pumping his fist and Jared dropped his head to Zac’s shoulder, breathing hard into his shirt. All that’s heard is the slick smack of flesh on flesh, the sounds of them jerking the other off. Jared’s twisting his hand like he knows Zac likes, making sure to mouth along Zac’s collarbone, sucking his skin until it’s marked, and Zac pumps Jared’s hard cock, squeezing his balls on every other stroke. Jared starts grunting, thrusting his hips up into Zac’s fist, and he jerked Zac’s cock faster, Zac’s head spinning and not knowing if it was him or Jared who’s muttering curses like prayers.
“C’mon, make me come,” it’s out of Zac’s mouth faster and breathier than he thought, and Jared’s nodding into his shirt.
“You like that?” Jared growls, his pace never faltering. Zac whimpers a reply.
“Yeah, fuck, yes,” Zac whispers. Jared’s tugging his mouth back to his and nipping at his lip, kissing him hard and Zac kissing him back. Zac feels that warm feeling in his stomach build, his balls tightening and his hips stuttering into Jared’s hand, faster and faster, until he finally comes, all over Jared’s hand, his breath coming in short pants. Jared jacks him until he’s done, kissing his neck and feeling Zac shudder underneath him.
Zac doesn’t forget his task at hand. Literally. He gets off Jared’s lap, kneeling before him, and smiling so dirty he thinks Jared comes just by looking at him. He takes Jared in his hand, before he wraps his lips around his cock, sucking soft and wet before taking him down. All.. the way.. down. Jared gasps, a pained and satisfied noise rumbling out of his throat.
He grabs on to Zac’s hair, tugging and pulling as he breathes in and out, and Zac builds rhythm, wanting to see Jared fall apart. He swirls his tongue around the head, tonguing the underside and then swallowing him. Tongue, suck, swallow. It’s driving Jared crazy, his hips driving up in quick thrusts, his groans of approval making Zac work his mouth harder, faster. Jared grabbed on to Zac’s head a little tighter, and Zac knew he was gonna blow soon.
Jared kept his in-out rhythm, his mouth open in a silent gasp, then finally muttering, “fuck, Zac, gonna--”, his cock hitting the back of Zac’s throat a last time and then he was coming. He groaned brokenly, his body going slack with exertion. Zac pulled off Jared’s spent cock and wiped his mouth, a little out of breath himself. Jared didn’t notice when he fell back next to him on the couch.
Jared laughed tiredly. “Never did that one before,” he said.
“Yeah,” Zac replied, grinning mischievously at him.
“You’re good,” Jared said, not being able to think of anything else to say. Zac burst out laughing. Then Jared zipped back up, Zac following. The game started again and they played a few rounds for a few minutes before Jared’s cell rang.
“Hey,” he said, listening to the other voice on the phone. “Uh, yeah, sure. No, we’re fine. Yeah, just playing some video games.” He saw Zac blush a little and try to cover his mouth to keep from laughing. “Okay, see you in a bit. ‘Bye.”
“What’d she say?” Zac asked, setting up for another round of Dance Dance Revolution.
“Said she wouldn’t be back ‘til later tonight, her and Vanessa want to do some more shopping.”
They both looked at each other, Jared’s eyes going dark. He stalked over to Zac, “Wanna go ‘nother round?”
Zac cocked an eyebrow. “Again? Dude, it hasn’t even been--”
And then Jared crashed his mouth against his lips.
Zac couldn’t say no to that.
end.
Author: rawkin_ur_sox
Summary: Jared and Zac play video games. Jared makes a move on Zac; Zac lets him.
Word Count: 1,534.
Disclaimer: Never happened, kids.
Pairings/Characters: Jared/Zac. Mentions of Vanessa & Sandy.
Notes/Warnings: Porn without plot; well, not really anyway. And yes, another video game!fic. Not beta'ed, any mistakes are mine, considering I wrote this in a few hours. Does spell check count? *shrugs*
(Dedicated to rose_janice as a belated birthday present; ILU! And I know you love the Jared/Zac. So, hope you like it!)
**
“Dude, you know you love it.” Zac winked slyly in his direction, the game pad wrinkled and cast aside on the floor beside the coffee table in Jared’s living room. Jared managed a slow, disbelieving laugh.
“No, I just,” Zac lifted an eyebrow inquisitively, “it’s fun to play when you’re bored, okay? Happy now?”
“It still counts as admitting to liking DDR, man, whether you like it or not.” Zac replied proudly, taking a sip of his beer and brushing the hair out of his face.
Jared licked his lip in frustration, “Whatever, dude. Just start it up again, I’m gonna smoke you in the next level, just watch.” Jared got up, bending this way in that in preparation, his shirt riding up a little, revealing his tanned and muscled torso. Zac forgot how to breathe in that same moment, his cock hardening at once. He didn’t know why he agreed to hanging out with Sandy’s gorgeous boyfriend, but he figured it was because Vanessa pleaded and begged. They broke up the week before, both of them coming to terms that they were better off friends than they were boyfriend and girlfriend. But Vanessa was still very much friends with Sandy, and whenever she wanted to chill with her, Vanessa found a way for Zac to hang out with Jared while they were off doing God knows what.
He didn’t mind so much at first, keeping in touch with Jared was like keeping in touch with all of his other friends. Except he’s been getting hand-job’s from Jared, and no one else has been the wiser. There’s always some sort of guilt that comes after, seeing as though Sandy is still with him, and he usually doesn’t want to succumb to his selfish desires any more after he beats himself up over it. But he figures that Sandy won’t get hurt, if she never knows. And Jared made it pretty clear that if she ever did find out, it would be okay. He told Zac that she expressed interest in having a threesome with another man before, and even though this isn’t the same, Zac thinks she’s open to almost anything.
“So? We playin’ or what, Efron?” Jared grins in his direction, folding his arms over his broad chest. Zac starts the game and Jared has to rush to find his place, the song Zac chose was way too fast. Zac laughs merrily, knowing his revenge is sweet.
After a few more rounds of Dance Dance Revolution, they collapse lazily on the couch, stretching their legs out and clinking their bottles together.
“That was some fun shit,” Jared drawls. Zac laughs a little.
“Told you you’d regret giving me that game,” he says, taking a drink.
Jared turns to look at him, and Zac senses the familiar heat in that gaze. He turns and Jared’s already sliding his hand up his denim-clad thigh.
Jared strokes the inseam of Zac’s jeans, way too close to the heat that’s threatening to make itself visible. And oh, it just did.
Jared smirks at him from underneath those dark brown strands. Zac has to swallow. He can’t help but get turned on by that look, the heated brown-green gaze that takes his breath away, making him forget his own name. Wanting Jared to take him and let him do whatever it is he wants to him. Jared’s stroking along Zac’s crotch, lifting his other hand to trace along his jaw, tracing his cheek and feeling the heat surface. Then Jared moved to his lips, and Zac couldn’t take it anymore.
Jared runs his index finger across his top, then bottom lip. And Zac takes charge, his mouth opening and latching his lips on to Jared’s finger, sucking slow, and running it over the tip. He could see Jared open his mouth, a surprised groan escaping him. Zac smiled around it, running his tongue under the pad, biting a little and working it around his lips. Jared removed it and then pulled Zac toward him, their lips crashing and then they were kissing.
Zac loved it like this, hard and messy and rough and having Jared control him. He never knew being dominated would turn him on, but he thinks briefly it had to do with Jared. After all, he was positive he was straight before Jared Padalecki came along.
Jared somehow pulled Zac into his lap, attacking his mouth and Zac couldn’t help but moan helplessly, Jared’s hand pulling his head down against him more and then Zac pulled away, angling his neck towards his lips, and then Jared slipping his lips down to his jaw, then kissing down to his neck and sucking on the tanned skin as he went. Zac’s eyes closed, getting lost in the sensation of Jared’s mouth on him, his cock getting harder with each passing second. He thrust down on Jared, and Jared panted against his neck, thrusting his hips up to meet Zac’s cock with his own.
Zac twisted his hand in Jared’s hair, feeling himself losing control as he starting riding Jared’s lap slowly, Jared’s broken gasps making him breathless. “Zac,” Jared grunts out, “wanna make you come so hard,” and Zac goes slower, his eyes changing from ice blue to deep sapphire in seconds.
“God,” he pants, and Jared doesn’t waste any time. He starts unzipping Zac’s jeans, his hand going for his cock, which was leaking so much precome already. Zac found his hand reaching into Jared’s pants and doing the same, pumping his fist and Jared dropped his head to Zac’s shoulder, breathing hard into his shirt. All that’s heard is the slick smack of flesh on flesh, the sounds of them jerking the other off. Jared’s twisting his hand like he knows Zac likes, making sure to mouth along Zac’s collarbone, sucking his skin until it’s marked, and Zac pumps Jared’s hard cock, squeezing his balls on every other stroke. Jared starts grunting, thrusting his hips up into Zac’s fist, and he jerked Zac’s cock faster, Zac’s head spinning and not knowing if it was him or Jared who’s muttering curses like prayers.
“C’mon, make me come,” it’s out of Zac’s mouth faster and breathier than he thought, and Jared’s nodding into his shirt.
“You like that?” Jared growls, his pace never faltering. Zac whimpers a reply.
“Yeah, fuck, yes,” Zac whispers. Jared’s tugging his mouth back to his and nipping at his lip, kissing him hard and Zac kissing him back. Zac feels that warm feeling in his stomach build, his balls tightening and his hips stuttering into Jared’s hand, faster and faster, until he finally comes, all over Jared’s hand, his breath coming in short pants. Jared jacks him until he’s done, kissing his neck and feeling Zac shudder underneath him.
Zac doesn’t forget his task at hand. Literally. He gets off Jared’s lap, kneeling before him, and smiling so dirty he thinks Jared comes just by looking at him. He takes Jared in his hand, before he wraps his lips around his cock, sucking soft and wet before taking him down. All.. the way.. down. Jared gasps, a pained and satisfied noise rumbling out of his throat.
He grabs on to Zac’s hair, tugging and pulling as he breathes in and out, and Zac builds rhythm, wanting to see Jared fall apart. He swirls his tongue around the head, tonguing the underside and then swallowing him. Tongue, suck, swallow. It’s driving Jared crazy, his hips driving up in quick thrusts, his groans of approval making Zac work his mouth harder, faster. Jared grabbed on to Zac’s head a little tighter, and Zac knew he was gonna blow soon.
Jared kept his in-out rhythm, his mouth open in a silent gasp, then finally muttering, “fuck, Zac, gonna--”, his cock hitting the back of Zac’s throat a last time and then he was coming. He groaned brokenly, his body going slack with exertion. Zac pulled off Jared’s spent cock and wiped his mouth, a little out of breath himself. Jared didn’t notice when he fell back next to him on the couch.
Jared laughed tiredly. “Never did that one before,” he said.
“Yeah,” Zac replied, grinning mischievously at him.
“You’re good,” Jared said, not being able to think of anything else to say. Zac burst out laughing. Then Jared zipped back up, Zac following. The game started again and they played a few rounds for a few minutes before Jared’s cell rang.
“Hey,” he said, listening to the other voice on the phone. “Uh, yeah, sure. No, we’re fine. Yeah, just playing some video games.” He saw Zac blush a little and try to cover his mouth to keep from laughing. “Okay, see you in a bit. ‘Bye.”
“What’d she say?” Zac asked, setting up for another round of Dance Dance Revolution.
“Said she wouldn’t be back ‘til later tonight, her and Vanessa want to do some more shopping.”
They both looked at each other, Jared’s eyes going dark. He stalked over to Zac, “Wanna go ‘nother round?”
Zac cocked an eyebrow. “Again? Dude, it hasn’t even been--”
And then Jared crashed his mouth against his lips.
Zac couldn’t say no to that.
end.