wb rps - decile
Um. I wrote Jensen/Jeffrey Dean Morgan. Yeah, I don't know either. I had a strong urge to title this in loco parentis because I think Jensen probably has a whole host of daddy issues from working on Days, but that's neither here nor there. This is for mcee, who has been somewhat patiently mothering along several other things, and for phaballa, who owes me big time, and for winterlive, to whom I probably owe several small continents.
Somewhere between 575 and 600 words. Unbeta'd because I feel like if someone actually SAW this before I posted it, I would not have the guts to hit "post entry".
Decile
Jensen/JDM
Adult (way, way, WAY adult)
The first time they meet, it's cast and crew, handshakes and nods and easy smiles, ruffled script pages and beer.
Weren't you in that
Didn't you do
Jeff's throat is lazy and rough, but the cigarette probably helps. You did that sci-fi thing with Jessica Alba, right? sounds almost liquid, smoky bronze whiskey. He gets an affirmation with yet another bottle.
***
The second time they meet, Jeff puts his knee between Jensen's thighs and his hands on Jensen's ass. He bows his head and breathes I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't sit in that pretty little car along Jensen's neck and his stubble leaves red marks on Jensen's freshly-shaved skin.
You sure?
Jeff pushes him to the bed and looks down. Baby, I never been more sure of anything in my life
Fucking sweet-talker Jensen grins up at Jeff and his lip begins to curl.
***
The third time they meet, Jensen has a pocketful of condoms and a chip on his shoulder; Jeff pushes him and he doesn't budge. Gonna just fuck me again?
Seemed to work last time
What, and then just act like father and son?
Jeff laughs, full and throaty. You got chemistry with a paper bag; you and Jared make incest fucking fashionable
Eye to eye, Jensen slips a little foil square into his hand and flicks it up in the air. It spins lazily, like a half-dollar with corners. Jeff snaps it out of the air between his thumb and forefinger, and holds it up in the couple inches between their faces. The air is thick as Jensen turns his head to the side and grasps the corner of the foil in his teeth and tears.
That mouth right there Jeff says with a smirk is why I get to treat you like a ten-dollar hooker
***
The fourth time they meet they don't exchange any words fit for publication.
***
Nor the fifth.
***
The sixth time they meet Jeff finally puts his hand on Jensen's dick and Jensen sees spots. Took you fucking long enough
You gonna tell me what to do with my property?
What'd you say?
Jeff bites down on Jensen's shoulder. Mine
Makeup hates Jensen for the four days it takes the tooth marks to disappear.
***
The seventh time they meet Jared's waiting outside when Jensen leaves. He give amazing head or something?
Jealous much? Dean's voice out of Jensen's mouth.
Jared smacks him on the shoulder. I call bullshit
I call get your fucking nose out of my fucking sex life. Go fuck Sandy's tits or something Jensen shoves his hands in his pockets hard enough to rip the cotton a little. He jabs his pinkie into the hole and widens it vindictively.
***
The eighth time they meet, Jensen does the pushing.
***
The ninth time they meet, it's the wrap party. Jared drives Jensen's car home and Jeff licks the Key of Solomon around the small of Jensen's back before pulling apart Jensen's ass cheeks and teasing his hole with short sharp flicks of his tongue. Moans feel so inadequate.
Fuck me is Jensen's refrain, as his hips snap and his body arches.
Don't you worry, baby is the consistent reply.
***
The tenth time they meet, they earn matching Emmys and bring matching dates, stacked blonde centerfolds with the IQ of tapioca and the energy to go all night. Jensen licks his lips and Jeff smirks, and the bathroom is big enough for one last round.
Somewhere between 575 and 600 words. Unbeta'd because I feel like if someone actually SAW this before I posted it, I would not have the guts to hit "post entry".
Decile
Jensen/JDM
Adult (way, way, WAY adult)
The first time they meet, it's cast and crew, handshakes and nods and easy smiles, ruffled script pages and beer.
Weren't you in that
Didn't you do
Jeff's throat is lazy and rough, but the cigarette probably helps. You did that sci-fi thing with Jessica Alba, right? sounds almost liquid, smoky bronze whiskey. He gets an affirmation with yet another bottle.
***
The second time they meet, Jeff puts his knee between Jensen's thighs and his hands on Jensen's ass. He bows his head and breathes I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't sit in that pretty little car along Jensen's neck and his stubble leaves red marks on Jensen's freshly-shaved skin.
You sure?
Jeff pushes him to the bed and looks down. Baby, I never been more sure of anything in my life
Fucking sweet-talker Jensen grins up at Jeff and his lip begins to curl.
***
The third time they meet, Jensen has a pocketful of condoms and a chip on his shoulder; Jeff pushes him and he doesn't budge. Gonna just fuck me again?
Seemed to work last time
What, and then just act like father and son?
Jeff laughs, full and throaty. You got chemistry with a paper bag; you and Jared make incest fucking fashionable
Eye to eye, Jensen slips a little foil square into his hand and flicks it up in the air. It spins lazily, like a half-dollar with corners. Jeff snaps it out of the air between his thumb and forefinger, and holds it up in the couple inches between their faces. The air is thick as Jensen turns his head to the side and grasps the corner of the foil in his teeth and tears.
That mouth right there Jeff says with a smirk is why I get to treat you like a ten-dollar hooker
***
The fourth time they meet they don't exchange any words fit for publication.
***
Nor the fifth.
***
The sixth time they meet Jeff finally puts his hand on Jensen's dick and Jensen sees spots. Took you fucking long enough
You gonna tell me what to do with my property?
What'd you say?
Jeff bites down on Jensen's shoulder. Mine
Makeup hates Jensen for the four days it takes the tooth marks to disappear.
***
The seventh time they meet Jared's waiting outside when Jensen leaves. He give amazing head or something?
Jealous much? Dean's voice out of Jensen's mouth.
Jared smacks him on the shoulder. I call bullshit
I call get your fucking nose out of my fucking sex life. Go fuck Sandy's tits or something Jensen shoves his hands in his pockets hard enough to rip the cotton a little. He jabs his pinkie into the hole and widens it vindictively.
***
The eighth time they meet, Jensen does the pushing.
***
The ninth time they meet, it's the wrap party. Jared drives Jensen's car home and Jeff licks the Key of Solomon around the small of Jensen's back before pulling apart Jensen's ass cheeks and teasing his hole with short sharp flicks of his tongue. Moans feel so inadequate.
Fuck me is Jensen's refrain, as his hips snap and his body arches.
Don't you worry, baby is the consistent reply.
***
The tenth time they meet, they earn matching Emmys and bring matching dates, stacked blonde centerfolds with the IQ of tapioca and the energy to go all night. Jensen licks his lips and Jeff smirks, and the bathroom is big enough for one last round.