Fic: The Plan (Jared/Jensen)
Fandom: Supernatural J2
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: amateur porn!AU, straight!Jared (totally consentual, though)
Notes: Written for the awesome Working Hard for the Money fic meme prompt "Jared and Jensen live together in an apartment. They both have jobs that don't pay all that great. They get behind in their rent and face eviction. They need the cash quick and desperate times... Jensen suggests on line amateur porn it pays well and quick. The only thing is Jared is straight but you know he's going to give in and like it... a lot!" Have I mentioned how I suck at following directions? Yeah, not quite the same as the prompt, but close!
Summary - Jared's plan is perfect: amateur porn = easy money = getting the heat turned back on... there's just that tiny little problem about Jared being straight. Then again, maybe that's not as much of a problem as he thought.
Thinking of making this a series, any votes?? Did make it a series - check out Part Two!
It hits Jared when he's jerking off. Or, trying to jerk off really; it's kinda tough to find the balance between keeping a good view of the porn on the laptop, getting sprawled out enough to get a really good angle for his arm and huddling under the covers for warmth because those rat bastards cut off their heat on the freakin' 6th of January. Sons of bitches, barely started a new year and already they were trying to make Jared's life miserable. Well, ok, technically they hadn't paid their bill since November so this was just hold over shittiness from last year, but it still fucking sucked.
So anyway, there he is, in his long sleeve shirt and hoodie, two blankets thrown over his lap so his dick does shrivel up and die when he pulls it out of his sweatpants, watching some girl on one of his favorite sites suck this guy off, when it hits him. It's the lips, really, that do it, because this girl has pretty good lips which almost invariably leads him to thinking about Jensen's lips - the man has a good mouth, ok? Jared's an open minded guy and it's not like Jen's ever kept his preference for cock a secret, so naturally Jared occasionally ends up thinking about what those plump pink lips would look like wrapped around a dick. It's not a big deal ok! - and thinking about Jen's lips and the porn... well it all just clicks. Fucking eureka!
Jared slams the laptop shut and doesn't give himself time to get hyped up about the cold, just grabs his blankets and runs - out of his room, diagonal across the living room, hurdle the coffee table and he's golden, skidding right through Jensen's open bedroom door on his socked feet. He bails into Jensen's bed immediately, his roommate grumbling about letting out all of the heat as Jared worms his way under the covers and arranges the extra blankets on top of them. He loops an arm around Jen's waist pulling him in close and the other man's body goes rigid.
"I've got it!" Jared enthuses, unfazed by Jen’s tension.
"Um, yeah, I can tell," Jensen gives an uncomfortable little cough and bucks his hips back a little, which is the point that Jared realizes he's still hard and kind of poking his roommate in the back with his erection.
"Oh, sorry, dude. I was just - but, yeah, no, porn!" Jared exclaims gleefully, never actually getting around to pulling away from Jensen's body - he's so nice and toasty.
Jensen shifts to look at Jared over his shoulder. It's hard to read his expression in the dim blue light filtering in from the living room, but Jared's pretty sure that's Jensen's 'what have you been smoking' look.
"Porn?"
"Yes! Porn!" Jared says, giving himself the mental fistpump for the sheer genius of the idea, "It's the solution to all of our problems!"
Jen turns all the way over on his back, Jared's arm still slung across him and his hard dick now firmly riding the cut of Jensen's hip through their sweats.
"That seems highly unlikely," Jensen says, squirming slightly away from Jared’s cock, his head turned on the pillow so that he and Jared are looking at each other from way too close up.
"No, really!" Jared insists, "There are a lot of these amateur porn sites that will pay you for videos. Cash money, dude! One of Chad's old girlfriends used to do it."
"Feel my complete lack of shock," Jensen snarked, leaning up on his elbows to look down at Jared suspiciously.
"I'm serious! I'm a pretty decent looking guy, and you're like hotter than the sun.” Jared’s pretty sure from the way Jensen’s face darkens that he’s blushing, “There have got to be people out there who'd want to watch us get it on."
"Get it on?" Jensen smirks, even though the rapid-fire pattern of his blinking says he’s nervous, "Who are you, Marvin Gaye? And even ignoring the whole world of wrong about everything you just said, you seem to be overlooking the one tiny flaw to your plan."
Jared quickly rewinds the pure brilliance of his strategy, looking for any glaring omissions. Clearly Jensen is not seeing the brilliance of the plan!
Jen sighs in exasperation and flops back to the mattress. "You're straight, nimrod." He flicks Jared's ear for good measure and ow! his cartilage is kinda frozen here, way to try and break his ear off!
"Yeah, but its porn! It's not like it really counts as sex." Jared rolls his eyes at the obviousness.
"Jared. No." Jensen turns over on his side again, this time facing Jared and snugs his head under Jared's chin.
"Come on, man!" Jared whines, throwing on leg over Jensen's hip to get more comfortable. "Gay for pay, happens all the time."
Jen doesn't say anything to that, probably pretending to be asleep already and that's not gonna fly at all, so Jared takes his cold hands and shoves them up the back of Jensen's shirt, laughing as the smaller man squirms to get away.
It devolves rapidly into an impromptu wrestling match under the covers - which Jared invariably wins, because he's awesomest. He grins at his roommate's scowl once he's got Jensen good and pinned, most of his body weight balanced on Jen's chest, and taunts, "Unless, you know, you think you can't handle all this. Maybe I'm too much man for you." He gives a slow roll of his hips for emphasis and Jensen's body locks up again underneath him.
"You're not a man," Jensen grumbles, glare sharp even in the low light, "You're the world's biggest puppy, and I'm not down with bestiality. Now get off me." Jen pointedly shifts, but carefully avoids actually putting his hands on Jared. Weird.
"Nope, not until you admit the perfection of The Plan." Jared happily crosses his arms over Jensen's chest, resting his chin on his folded hands and batting his eyelashes and Jen. His roommate spends the next several minutes staring at the ceiling, occasionally jerking one of his limbs to try and displace Jared, but he's not budging.
"Fine," Jensen groans at last, "I'll think it over, ok?"
"Cool!" Jared rolls off of his friend easily, settling his head on one of those big fluffy pillows Jensen loves way too much. He's pretty sure Jen mutters a few choice phrases about what Jared can do with the plan, but it's hard to hear over all of the rustling as they jostle and resituate themselves back into a spooning position in the cocoon of blankets. Besides, Jared's not worried; between the inherent genius of The Plan and Jared's puppy-dog eyes, it's pretty much already in the bag
***
It was a brilliant plan, flawless really. Well, ok, not flawless; there was that whole 'I'm straight' thing which had seemed like it might kind of be a problem. It's not. Like at all.
The taste of tequila is still sharp on Jared's tongue, their shared dinner of Ramen noodles and tap water sitting like a starchy cannonball in the pit of his stomach as he watches Jensen slowly peel his long-sleeved shirt over his head; inch by inch exposing lean rippling abdominals and hot, smooth skin. Jared knows how that skin feels, has fallen asleep touching it every night for the week it's taken to convince Jen this is a good idea - even though they both sleep fully clothed to ward off the cold, somehow Jared's hands always manage to find their way under Jensen's shirt in the night.
Jen's hair ruffles as the shirt comes off, big green eyes locking with Jared's, full of concern. Jensen's waiting on him to freak out and say he can't do this any second and Jared really wishes that was at the top of his list of priorities right now.
Jared's always known that his roommate was a hot guy, he's not an idiot, he has eyes. And, ok, maybe he's thought about it a little, what it would be like to be with Jensen - between them living together and going to school together and Jensen's complete lack of subtlety about his sexuality, people tend to kind of assume they're a couple and there are really only so many times you can get called a guy's boyfriend before you start to wonder just a little; nothing wrong with a few harmless homoerotic thoughts.
But now the webcam on his laptop is recording, the scene of Jen's little strip tease playing out in the muted light of the screen and Jared's starting to wonder how straight he can be if his dick's getting so unexpectedly excited over Jensen's body.
Jensen's fingers find the metal button in his jeans and pull it open, the zipper clicking loudly in the stillness as it slides down to reveal way more skin than there would be if Jen was wearing underwear. Jared may or may not have stopped breathing.
He should probably be taking off his clothes too, he remembers that being part of The Plan, but Jared's body seems to have gone on strike and his dick's leading the picket line. This wasn't supposed to be a big deal; a little liquor in his system to get him all warm and loose, a couple of really hot images in his head to make sure he could get it up even without a girl around to turn him on, and hey, a mouth's a mouth, right? No big deal, at all. Heh.
Denim whumps to the floor around Jensen's ankles and he steps free of the fabric, a pink blush rising high on his freckled cheeks as he looks hesitantly at Jared. Yeah, turns out Jared WAS still breathing before, because now his breath's caught in the tight trap of his throat.
Jensen's shaved completely bare; skin pale and smooth and probably creamy-soft with the heavy, dark line of his cock slowly rising in the middle of it. Jared's not sure where this is coming from all of a sudden, but he wants to kiss that skin, wants to get on his knees and lick and kiss and suck every part of Jen, but that's not The Plan. Jared's pretty sure he hates The Plan.
Correction. Jared loves The Plan, The Plan is God, because The Plan has Jensen sinking to his knees, looking up at Jared through those thick lashes, still expecting a freak out that Jared's not bothering to have. Jen's fingers are cold - they really need to get the heat turned back on - as they slip under the hem of Jared's shirt, lift it up just an inch or two to bare enough skin for Jensen to place a tender kiss. His lips are soft and hot, Jared's whole world narrowing down - ignoring even the steady, insistent throb of his cock - to that one patch of skin as Jensen licks and suckles at it; soft little mewling noises rising up in Jen's throat as his eyes close and Jared feels the hot breath on his skin go ragged.
Jared wasn't paying attention to when he actually got his shirt off, but it's on the floor now, one hand inexplicably twisting through Jensen's hair as the other man presses a line of wet kisses down the trail of hair below Jared's navel. It's a struggle to get his jeans open, his mouth falling open on the curl of Jensen's name, using the familiar flow of the word to force himself to focus and make his fingers work right. His jeans and boxers come down easy after that, pooling around his feet.
Jensen's hand is around him instantly, a quiet moan muffled into Jared's rigid shaft and the vibrations make his dick jump, his hips squirm.
"Fuck, Jay," Jensen swears breathlessly, plump lips ghosting up and down the length, "Didn't know. Jesus, so big, so sweet." He punctuates the statement with a quick flick of his tongue over the head and Jared's knees give out, barely catching himself with a hand on Jen's steady shoulders.
With effort, Jared manages to keep himself standing, almost losing it all over again when Jen fists Jared's dick roughly, presses his lips right to the head and mutters all sorts of near-silent, empty praise; the sweet friction - quick brushes of tongue, barely-there scrape of teeth - doing a tap dance along Jared's nerves. Then at last, Jensen parts his lips and takes in the head, Jared's hiss of pleasure loud over their heavy breaths and the soft whir of the laptop.
"Yeah, that’s it, c'mon," Jared babbles, head rolling back on his shoulders as his forgotten grip in Jensen's short hair tightens. Jen groans, the sound quivering all the way up Jared's spine to force out an echoing sound. "That's it, baby, take it."
Jensen bobs down slowly, steamy wet bliss swallowing the shaft an inch at a time, hot tongue tracing the vein on the underside with just the right pressure. He's never had a blow job from a guy before but it's suddenly crystal clear why it's a good idea. Jensen knows exactly what he's doing with the equipment, one knuckle kneading at that spot just behind Jared's balls, his palm cupping the sac and it's so, so good, so right.
Jensen's hand smoothes its way up Jared's side, fingers caressing over the dip of Jared’s muscles. Then those short, blunt fingernails drag against his skin, pull all the way down from the peak of his shoulder, a sharp, bright hit of pain/pleasure as the scrape over his nipple and Jared cries out, can't seem to shut himself up as dull red trails blaze across his middle, right into the nest of hair at his base. His cock jumps in Jensen's mouth, the head trapped all the way down his throat and Jen swallows around it like a reward.
"Oh, God. Shit, Jen, I'm gonna," His voice sounds like whisky and gravel, totally wrecked in this kind of amazing way. It’s way too soon and Jared wants to be embarrassed, but at least it seems to work for Jen, because he doubles his efforts - holy shit! that was holding back before? - with long desperate sucks from root to tip and these heavy, squelching swallows that sound almost as obscene in the hush of gasping breath as they feel.
Jared's whimpering, fuck yes he is, and he doesn't give a shit if the whole world hears it because Jensen's mouth is fucking heaven, made for this, perfect for it, the best goddamn cocksucking mouth in the whole damn world.
There's a reasonable chance he's saying all of this out loud. Jared talks a lot when he's worked up, his filter just disappears, and with the hot viscous thrill sliding through his veins right now there's not much he wouldn't say, but what's coming out now is mostly "Baby, baby, babybabybaby."
Jensen's hands clamp down on Jared's ass, fingers digging hard into each cheek and pulling him in until Jensen's got every possible iota of Jared's cock shoved all the way in his mouth; lips slick with spit around the base, face pinking up as he lungs strain for air that can't get in around the press of Jared’s dick and the tight clench of his throat fluttering just milks the orgasm right out of Jared with a shattered yell.
Even then Jensen doesn't relent, pulling back just enough that Jared's pumping come across his tongue instead of down his throat and he holds it there, letting his mouth fill with the hot fluid as his lips draw every pulse of it right up from Jared's marrow. All of that hot, wet slickness - his come - filling Jen's gift-from-God mouth, the unwavering suction; Jared comes for what feels like forever, can't seem to stop the little white-hot explosions of pleasure that leave him twitching and wrecked.
Finally he's finished, may never be able to come again after the epic wad he just blew, and Jen lets the still-swollen head slip from between his lips, a tantalizing flash of pink and white on the inside of his mouth that brings Jared banging to his knees. Jensen's head rolls back exposing the long line of his tender neck, Adam’s apple jumping as he swallows with an ecstatic moan. Jared's dick gives a feeble twitch, eyes tracking the column of Jen's throat like he's going to see his come sliding down it.
Jensen's dick is rock hard, an angry blood-red and he hisses when Jared slides his fingers around the fever-hot skin.
"Fuck yes, Jay. Yes, fuck," comes out a ruined growl, Jensen's always deep voice sounding like sex personified now and Jared's cock is making a valiant effort to come back to life for it.
Jen sits back on his heels, bracing his arms behind him so his back's arched and he can pump his hips into the fast rhythm of Jared's fist. Jensen doesn't get very wet it turns out, but he doesn't seem to mind the fiction either, face contorted in pleasure, eyes slitted so that just the tiniest shimmer of bottle green shows out from between dark lashes, gaze locked on Jared like he's the answer to all the world's problems.
Jared adds on a little twist and the end and swipes his finger across the velvety slit and that's Jensen's breaking point. His head tosses back, flushing suddenly bright red as his mouth works on an almost silent crackle of a scream. Milky heat douses Jared's hand, splatters onto his forearms and thighs and he gives in to the sudden urge to rub it into his skin with his free hand. Jen's still hard in his palm, cock spasming erratically with aftershocks even after the come stops flowing.
There's this long shimmering moment that stretches between them and might have been awkward tension if either of them were capable of any function higher than 'sex good, sleep now' but then it snaps as Jensen sits up and slumps his head against Jared's shoulder, shifting his legs just enough that he's basically in Jared's lap. That seems pretty ok, actually, he's always liked a little contact after sex.
He cups his hand - the mostly clean one - around Jensen's head, pulls until the hot, hungry drag of his breath is puffing against Jared's neck. There's no real thinking involved before he dips his head down and catches Jensen's swollen lips in an off-angle kiss, even less when Jen sort of mewls again and adjusts so the blood-rich heat of his lips covers Jared's, still tasting faintly of sweat and come. He's already back to half-hard, not that either of them has the energy to do anything about it. When did blow jobs become so draining?
Eventually the reality of how fucking cold their apartment is starts to win out over the swelter of sex and Jared has to force himself to pull away. Jensen mumbles a groan but doesn't quite fall over when Jared crawls across the hardwood to stop the webcam recording. They'll have to clean up the ending a little bit, but it can wait until tomorrow. Jared feels a ridiculous swell of accomplishment because if that looked even half as hot as it felt, they are definitely going to be making some money off of that bad boy.
There's a rustle of covers behind him as Jensen crawls into his bed, and yeah, that's a rockin' idea that Jared's not even going to try to resist - especially not with Jensen's firm, perky little ass beckoning him over so temptingly.
... Um, wait. What?
Ah, fuck it, he'll deal with his possible sexual identity confusion tomorrow. Or maybe the day after. Whenever he gets around to it.
In the mean time, Jensen's bed is soft and his roommate is warm and pliant when Jared scoots under the covers behind him, hot naked skin on hot naked skin. Jen presses back against him, molding their bodies into one seamless line with a contented sigh. Jared's arm loops across Jensen's waist, palm splaying wide over Jen's heart. Jensen's own big hand finds it there and curls their fingers together, snuffling something like a 'goodnight' into the pillow.
Jared's nose easily finds the little hollow behind Jensen's ear like it was made to go there and he whispers his own goodnight softy against Jensen's skin.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: amateur porn!AU, straight!Jared (totally consentual, though)
Notes: Written for the awesome Working Hard for the Money fic meme prompt "Jared and Jensen live together in an apartment. They both have jobs that don't pay all that great. They get behind in their rent and face eviction. They need the cash quick and desperate times... Jensen suggests on line amateur porn it pays well and quick. The only thing is Jared is straight but you know he's going to give in and like it... a lot!" Have I mentioned how I suck at following directions? Yeah, not quite the same as the prompt, but close!
Summary - Jared's plan is perfect: amateur porn = easy money = getting the heat turned back on... there's just that tiny little problem about Jared being straight. Then again, maybe that's not as much of a problem as he thought.
Thinking of making this a series, any votes?? Did make it a series - check out Part Two!
It hits Jared when he's jerking off. Or, trying to jerk off really; it's kinda tough to find the balance between keeping a good view of the porn on the laptop, getting sprawled out enough to get a really good angle for his arm and huddling under the covers for warmth because those rat bastards cut off their heat on the freakin' 6th of January. Sons of bitches, barely started a new year and already they were trying to make Jared's life miserable. Well, ok, technically they hadn't paid their bill since November so this was just hold over shittiness from last year, but it still fucking sucked.
So anyway, there he is, in his long sleeve shirt and hoodie, two blankets thrown over his lap so his dick does shrivel up and die when he pulls it out of his sweatpants, watching some girl on one of his favorite sites suck this guy off, when it hits him. It's the lips, really, that do it, because this girl has pretty good lips which almost invariably leads him to thinking about Jensen's lips - the man has a good mouth, ok? Jared's an open minded guy and it's not like Jen's ever kept his preference for cock a secret, so naturally Jared occasionally ends up thinking about what those plump pink lips would look like wrapped around a dick. It's not a big deal ok! - and thinking about Jen's lips and the porn... well it all just clicks. Fucking eureka!
Jared slams the laptop shut and doesn't give himself time to get hyped up about the cold, just grabs his blankets and runs - out of his room, diagonal across the living room, hurdle the coffee table and he's golden, skidding right through Jensen's open bedroom door on his socked feet. He bails into Jensen's bed immediately, his roommate grumbling about letting out all of the heat as Jared worms his way under the covers and arranges the extra blankets on top of them. He loops an arm around Jen's waist pulling him in close and the other man's body goes rigid.
"I've got it!" Jared enthuses, unfazed by Jen’s tension.
"Um, yeah, I can tell," Jensen gives an uncomfortable little cough and bucks his hips back a little, which is the point that Jared realizes he's still hard and kind of poking his roommate in the back with his erection.
"Oh, sorry, dude. I was just - but, yeah, no, porn!" Jared exclaims gleefully, never actually getting around to pulling away from Jensen's body - he's so nice and toasty.
Jensen shifts to look at Jared over his shoulder. It's hard to read his expression in the dim blue light filtering in from the living room, but Jared's pretty sure that's Jensen's 'what have you been smoking' look.
"Porn?"
"Yes! Porn!" Jared says, giving himself the mental fistpump for the sheer genius of the idea, "It's the solution to all of our problems!"
Jen turns all the way over on his back, Jared's arm still slung across him and his hard dick now firmly riding the cut of Jensen's hip through their sweats.
"That seems highly unlikely," Jensen says, squirming slightly away from Jared’s cock, his head turned on the pillow so that he and Jared are looking at each other from way too close up.
"No, really!" Jared insists, "There are a lot of these amateur porn sites that will pay you for videos. Cash money, dude! One of Chad's old girlfriends used to do it."
"Feel my complete lack of shock," Jensen snarked, leaning up on his elbows to look down at Jared suspiciously.
"I'm serious! I'm a pretty decent looking guy, and you're like hotter than the sun.” Jared’s pretty sure from the way Jensen’s face darkens that he’s blushing, “There have got to be people out there who'd want to watch us get it on."
"Get it on?" Jensen smirks, even though the rapid-fire pattern of his blinking says he’s nervous, "Who are you, Marvin Gaye? And even ignoring the whole world of wrong about everything you just said, you seem to be overlooking the one tiny flaw to your plan."
Jared quickly rewinds the pure brilliance of his strategy, looking for any glaring omissions. Clearly Jensen is not seeing the brilliance of the plan!
Jen sighs in exasperation and flops back to the mattress. "You're straight, nimrod." He flicks Jared's ear for good measure and ow! his cartilage is kinda frozen here, way to try and break his ear off!
"Yeah, but its porn! It's not like it really counts as sex." Jared rolls his eyes at the obviousness.
"Jared. No." Jensen turns over on his side again, this time facing Jared and snugs his head under Jared's chin.
"Come on, man!" Jared whines, throwing on leg over Jensen's hip to get more comfortable. "Gay for pay, happens all the time."
Jen doesn't say anything to that, probably pretending to be asleep already and that's not gonna fly at all, so Jared takes his cold hands and shoves them up the back of Jensen's shirt, laughing as the smaller man squirms to get away.
It devolves rapidly into an impromptu wrestling match under the covers - which Jared invariably wins, because he's awesomest. He grins at his roommate's scowl once he's got Jensen good and pinned, most of his body weight balanced on Jen's chest, and taunts, "Unless, you know, you think you can't handle all this. Maybe I'm too much man for you." He gives a slow roll of his hips for emphasis and Jensen's body locks up again underneath him.
"You're not a man," Jensen grumbles, glare sharp even in the low light, "You're the world's biggest puppy, and I'm not down with bestiality. Now get off me." Jen pointedly shifts, but carefully avoids actually putting his hands on Jared. Weird.
"Nope, not until you admit the perfection of The Plan." Jared happily crosses his arms over Jensen's chest, resting his chin on his folded hands and batting his eyelashes and Jen. His roommate spends the next several minutes staring at the ceiling, occasionally jerking one of his limbs to try and displace Jared, but he's not budging.
"Fine," Jensen groans at last, "I'll think it over, ok?"
"Cool!" Jared rolls off of his friend easily, settling his head on one of those big fluffy pillows Jensen loves way too much. He's pretty sure Jen mutters a few choice phrases about what Jared can do with the plan, but it's hard to hear over all of the rustling as they jostle and resituate themselves back into a spooning position in the cocoon of blankets. Besides, Jared's not worried; between the inherent genius of The Plan and Jared's puppy-dog eyes, it's pretty much already in the bag
***
It was a brilliant plan, flawless really. Well, ok, not flawless; there was that whole 'I'm straight' thing which had seemed like it might kind of be a problem. It's not. Like at all.
The taste of tequila is still sharp on Jared's tongue, their shared dinner of Ramen noodles and tap water sitting like a starchy cannonball in the pit of his stomach as he watches Jensen slowly peel his long-sleeved shirt over his head; inch by inch exposing lean rippling abdominals and hot, smooth skin. Jared knows how that skin feels, has fallen asleep touching it every night for the week it's taken to convince Jen this is a good idea - even though they both sleep fully clothed to ward off the cold, somehow Jared's hands always manage to find their way under Jensen's shirt in the night.
Jen's hair ruffles as the shirt comes off, big green eyes locking with Jared's, full of concern. Jensen's waiting on him to freak out and say he can't do this any second and Jared really wishes that was at the top of his list of priorities right now.
Jared's always known that his roommate was a hot guy, he's not an idiot, he has eyes. And, ok, maybe he's thought about it a little, what it would be like to be with Jensen - between them living together and going to school together and Jensen's complete lack of subtlety about his sexuality, people tend to kind of assume they're a couple and there are really only so many times you can get called a guy's boyfriend before you start to wonder just a little; nothing wrong with a few harmless homoerotic thoughts.
But now the webcam on his laptop is recording, the scene of Jen's little strip tease playing out in the muted light of the screen and Jared's starting to wonder how straight he can be if his dick's getting so unexpectedly excited over Jensen's body.
Jensen's fingers find the metal button in his jeans and pull it open, the zipper clicking loudly in the stillness as it slides down to reveal way more skin than there would be if Jen was wearing underwear. Jared may or may not have stopped breathing.
He should probably be taking off his clothes too, he remembers that being part of The Plan, but Jared's body seems to have gone on strike and his dick's leading the picket line. This wasn't supposed to be a big deal; a little liquor in his system to get him all warm and loose, a couple of really hot images in his head to make sure he could get it up even without a girl around to turn him on, and hey, a mouth's a mouth, right? No big deal, at all. Heh.
Denim whumps to the floor around Jensen's ankles and he steps free of the fabric, a pink blush rising high on his freckled cheeks as he looks hesitantly at Jared. Yeah, turns out Jared WAS still breathing before, because now his breath's caught in the tight trap of his throat.
Jensen's shaved completely bare; skin pale and smooth and probably creamy-soft with the heavy, dark line of his cock slowly rising in the middle of it. Jared's not sure where this is coming from all of a sudden, but he wants to kiss that skin, wants to get on his knees and lick and kiss and suck every part of Jen, but that's not The Plan. Jared's pretty sure he hates The Plan.
Correction. Jared loves The Plan, The Plan is God, because The Plan has Jensen sinking to his knees, looking up at Jared through those thick lashes, still expecting a freak out that Jared's not bothering to have. Jen's fingers are cold - they really need to get the heat turned back on - as they slip under the hem of Jared's shirt, lift it up just an inch or two to bare enough skin for Jensen to place a tender kiss. His lips are soft and hot, Jared's whole world narrowing down - ignoring even the steady, insistent throb of his cock - to that one patch of skin as Jensen licks and suckles at it; soft little mewling noises rising up in Jen's throat as his eyes close and Jared feels the hot breath on his skin go ragged.
Jared wasn't paying attention to when he actually got his shirt off, but it's on the floor now, one hand inexplicably twisting through Jensen's hair as the other man presses a line of wet kisses down the trail of hair below Jared's navel. It's a struggle to get his jeans open, his mouth falling open on the curl of Jensen's name, using the familiar flow of the word to force himself to focus and make his fingers work right. His jeans and boxers come down easy after that, pooling around his feet.
Jensen's hand is around him instantly, a quiet moan muffled into Jared's rigid shaft and the vibrations make his dick jump, his hips squirm.
"Fuck, Jay," Jensen swears breathlessly, plump lips ghosting up and down the length, "Didn't know. Jesus, so big, so sweet." He punctuates the statement with a quick flick of his tongue over the head and Jared's knees give out, barely catching himself with a hand on Jen's steady shoulders.
With effort, Jared manages to keep himself standing, almost losing it all over again when Jen fists Jared's dick roughly, presses his lips right to the head and mutters all sorts of near-silent, empty praise; the sweet friction - quick brushes of tongue, barely-there scrape of teeth - doing a tap dance along Jared's nerves. Then at last, Jensen parts his lips and takes in the head, Jared's hiss of pleasure loud over their heavy breaths and the soft whir of the laptop.
"Yeah, that’s it, c'mon," Jared babbles, head rolling back on his shoulders as his forgotten grip in Jensen's short hair tightens. Jen groans, the sound quivering all the way up Jared's spine to force out an echoing sound. "That's it, baby, take it."
Jensen bobs down slowly, steamy wet bliss swallowing the shaft an inch at a time, hot tongue tracing the vein on the underside with just the right pressure. He's never had a blow job from a guy before but it's suddenly crystal clear why it's a good idea. Jensen knows exactly what he's doing with the equipment, one knuckle kneading at that spot just behind Jared's balls, his palm cupping the sac and it's so, so good, so right.
Jensen's hand smoothes its way up Jared's side, fingers caressing over the dip of Jared’s muscles. Then those short, blunt fingernails drag against his skin, pull all the way down from the peak of his shoulder, a sharp, bright hit of pain/pleasure as the scrape over his nipple and Jared cries out, can't seem to shut himself up as dull red trails blaze across his middle, right into the nest of hair at his base. His cock jumps in Jensen's mouth, the head trapped all the way down his throat and Jen swallows around it like a reward.
"Oh, God. Shit, Jen, I'm gonna," His voice sounds like whisky and gravel, totally wrecked in this kind of amazing way. It’s way too soon and Jared wants to be embarrassed, but at least it seems to work for Jen, because he doubles his efforts - holy shit! that was holding back before? - with long desperate sucks from root to tip and these heavy, squelching swallows that sound almost as obscene in the hush of gasping breath as they feel.
Jared's whimpering, fuck yes he is, and he doesn't give a shit if the whole world hears it because Jensen's mouth is fucking heaven, made for this, perfect for it, the best goddamn cocksucking mouth in the whole damn world.
There's a reasonable chance he's saying all of this out loud. Jared talks a lot when he's worked up, his filter just disappears, and with the hot viscous thrill sliding through his veins right now there's not much he wouldn't say, but what's coming out now is mostly "Baby, baby, babybabybaby."
Jensen's hands clamp down on Jared's ass, fingers digging hard into each cheek and pulling him in until Jensen's got every possible iota of Jared's cock shoved all the way in his mouth; lips slick with spit around the base, face pinking up as he lungs strain for air that can't get in around the press of Jared’s dick and the tight clench of his throat fluttering just milks the orgasm right out of Jared with a shattered yell.
Even then Jensen doesn't relent, pulling back just enough that Jared's pumping come across his tongue instead of down his throat and he holds it there, letting his mouth fill with the hot fluid as his lips draw every pulse of it right up from Jared's marrow. All of that hot, wet slickness - his come - filling Jen's gift-from-God mouth, the unwavering suction; Jared comes for what feels like forever, can't seem to stop the little white-hot explosions of pleasure that leave him twitching and wrecked.
Finally he's finished, may never be able to come again after the epic wad he just blew, and Jen lets the still-swollen head slip from between his lips, a tantalizing flash of pink and white on the inside of his mouth that brings Jared banging to his knees. Jensen's head rolls back exposing the long line of his tender neck, Adam’s apple jumping as he swallows with an ecstatic moan. Jared's dick gives a feeble twitch, eyes tracking the column of Jen's throat like he's going to see his come sliding down it.
Jensen's dick is rock hard, an angry blood-red and he hisses when Jared slides his fingers around the fever-hot skin.
"Fuck yes, Jay. Yes, fuck," comes out a ruined growl, Jensen's always deep voice sounding like sex personified now and Jared's cock is making a valiant effort to come back to life for it.
Jen sits back on his heels, bracing his arms behind him so his back's arched and he can pump his hips into the fast rhythm of Jared's fist. Jensen doesn't get very wet it turns out, but he doesn't seem to mind the fiction either, face contorted in pleasure, eyes slitted so that just the tiniest shimmer of bottle green shows out from between dark lashes, gaze locked on Jared like he's the answer to all the world's problems.
Jared adds on a little twist and the end and swipes his finger across the velvety slit and that's Jensen's breaking point. His head tosses back, flushing suddenly bright red as his mouth works on an almost silent crackle of a scream. Milky heat douses Jared's hand, splatters onto his forearms and thighs and he gives in to the sudden urge to rub it into his skin with his free hand. Jen's still hard in his palm, cock spasming erratically with aftershocks even after the come stops flowing.
There's this long shimmering moment that stretches between them and might have been awkward tension if either of them were capable of any function higher than 'sex good, sleep now' but then it snaps as Jensen sits up and slumps his head against Jared's shoulder, shifting his legs just enough that he's basically in Jared's lap. That seems pretty ok, actually, he's always liked a little contact after sex.
He cups his hand - the mostly clean one - around Jensen's head, pulls until the hot, hungry drag of his breath is puffing against Jared's neck. There's no real thinking involved before he dips his head down and catches Jensen's swollen lips in an off-angle kiss, even less when Jen sort of mewls again and adjusts so the blood-rich heat of his lips covers Jared's, still tasting faintly of sweat and come. He's already back to half-hard, not that either of them has the energy to do anything about it. When did blow jobs become so draining?
Eventually the reality of how fucking cold their apartment is starts to win out over the swelter of sex and Jared has to force himself to pull away. Jensen mumbles a groan but doesn't quite fall over when Jared crawls across the hardwood to stop the webcam recording. They'll have to clean up the ending a little bit, but it can wait until tomorrow. Jared feels a ridiculous swell of accomplishment because if that looked even half as hot as it felt, they are definitely going to be making some money off of that bad boy.
There's a rustle of covers behind him as Jensen crawls into his bed, and yeah, that's a rockin' idea that Jared's not even going to try to resist - especially not with Jensen's firm, perky little ass beckoning him over so temptingly.
... Um, wait. What?
Ah, fuck it, he'll deal with his possible sexual identity confusion tomorrow. Or maybe the day after. Whenever he gets around to it.
In the mean time, Jensen's bed is soft and his roommate is warm and pliant when Jared scoots under the covers behind him, hot naked skin on hot naked skin. Jen presses back against him, molding their bodies into one seamless line with a contented sigh. Jared's arm loops across Jensen's waist, palm splaying wide over Jen's heart. Jensen's own big hand finds it there and curls their fingers together, snuffling something like a 'goodnight' into the pillow.
Jared's nose easily finds the little hollow behind Jensen's ear like it was made to go there and he whispers his own goodnight softy against Jensen's skin.