SN - Fic
Title: Dr. Ackles To The Rescue… 1/1
Author: burned-phoenix
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Jared Padalecki / Jensen Ackles, Christian Kane, Steve Carlson
Spoilers/Universe: AU, AfterHours!verse
Wordcount: ~ 1.500
Summary: Jared has the flu, Swine, Bird or just the regular? (Follows a few years after After Hours)
Warnings: more or less bad dirty talk? *g*
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. The above and beyond mentioned individuals have nothing, in any way, to do with the content of this story. This is written purely for entertaining purposes, no harm should be done, no rumors should be started because of this.
Beta: cfriskney Thanks sooo much, hon! *hugs you*
A/N: This one is for mini_moue, cause it’s her BIRTHDAY *hugs ya* so I asked her to give me a prompt and I’d write her a drabble. It’s not a drabble anymore, but anyway. It’s not my fault, she wanted the Swine Flu! Thanks a bunch *grumbles* :D
Dr. Ackles To The Rescue…
"Swine Flu? Seriously, Jay?"
Jared groaned and sniffled, eyes bloodshot from sneezing.
"Uh huh."
Jensen winced when the tentative nodding of Jared’s head made the poor guy moan in pain again.
"Yesterday it was the Bird Flu, Jen!" Chris yelled from the living room. "Tomorrow it’s probably gonna be Mad Cow Disease!"
Jensen smiled to himself, hearing Steve’s hearty laugh, followed by a loud thump as he hit the floor.
"Make them stop being mean to me, Jen." Jared whispered, puppy eyes out full force. His pouty lip quivered as if he was about to cry and Jensen gave up his internal fight.
"Scoot over."
He hopped on the edge of the bed and Jared promptly did as he was told. Making enough room for Jensen seemed to be more difficult though then he had thought. Fighting with the bedding, feet tangled in the sheets, it was as if everything was attacking him. Even his sweat-soaked t-shirt stuck to his skin, trying to tie him down.
Jensen finally reached over, lifting up the blanket and snuggling up to Jared’s back. The relieved sigh that left his boyfriend told him more then any words could, that he made the right decision. Flu be damned.
Jared’s breathing soon evened out and Jensen closed his eyes. A nap sounded like a pretty good idea.
- - - - - - - - -
When Jensen woke up, Jared looked at him with shiny eyes. Skin flushed and sticky with sweat, but he was still the most beautiful thing Jensen had ever seen.
Peering over Jared’s shoulder he found the alarm clock and smiled.
"Time for dinner. You want anything?" He nuzzled Jared’s damp hair and tightened his arm around his waist.
"Nah, ‘m not hungry."
Jared not being hungry was never a good sign, but there was a twinkle back in his eye that had been missing these last few days. Jensen was sure the worst was finally behind them.
Jared’s hand found its way under Jensen’s shirt and Jensen moaned lightly at the soft touch.
"’m feeling really hot." Jared’s eyes looked all big and innocent as he gazed up at Jensen.
He had to bite back a smile as he replied. "Is that so?" He smirked. "Guess Dr. Ackles has to take your temperature then, huh?"
Wide, trusting eyes stared back before Jared’s head began to nod eagerly.
I bet Mama Padalecki never got such a fervent reaction… ewwwww, bad thought, Jensen, baaaad thought.
"Is the patient gonna help with the undressing?" He smiled and began to tug Jared’s shirt up his still damp torso. Jared hastily clawed at his shirt to get it over his head, throwing it across the room as soon as he was free.
Getting Jared out of his clammy sweatpants was a joined effort but finally he lay gloriously naked under the sheets.
He smiled coyly. "What now, Dr. Ackles? Aren’t you gonna get out your big, bad thermometer?"
Jensen couldn’t just not laugh and Jared coughed through his own chuckling, while Jensen stripped out of his clothes.
He turned Jared onto his stomach, kissing and nipping at his ear, carding his fingers though Jared’s tangled locks.
"Spread your legs for the good doctor." Jensen breathed into his ear and Jared complied instantly.
Bringing his right leg up close to his chest, Jared moaned when he felt Jensen’s hand glide down over his tense back, the swell of his ass and over his cheeks.
"’m gonna prep you now, nice and slow…" Jensen purred and reached for the lube under the pillow.
Jared moaned in anticipation and gripped the sheets between his fingers. "Yes, doctor."
Jensen smiled against his back, slicking his fingers and sliding them back between Jared’s spread legs. Tracing the tight muscle, he felt Jared shudder beneath him.
"Please, …" he moaned.
"Please, what?" Jensen whispered.
"Please, doctor, make me better, I need to get better..." Jared begged, pushing back against Jensen’s finger until just the tip slipped inside.
Jensen held still for a moment, feeling Jared’s tense body shiver and shake from lust, before pushing his slick finger in all the way.
Jared pressed his face into the pillow to swallow the sound of his moan as Jensen thrust another finger in.
"God…" Jared panted from under his hair, "c’mon, Jen."
The pleading note in Jared’s voice almost broke Jensen and he swiftly withdrew his fingers and put on the condom. Blanketing Jared’s body with his own, Jensen lined himself up with Jared’s hole, whispering in his ear. "Ready for the doctor?" He nipped at his ear before soothing the sting with his tongue.
At Jared’s desperately hissed "yes" Jensen began to push inside, ever so slowly.
Jared tried to push back against him, to get more, faster, deeper, inside of him, but Jensen held him down with his own weight.
"Shhh, slow down, babe." Jensen breathed, taking Jared’s hand to grip the headboard together.
They groaned in unison when Jensen was finally all the way in, balls to balls, hipbones to cheeks.
Jared ground his hips against Jensen’s, using what little space he could to urge his lover to move, damnit. And Jensen did. Pulling out all the way and pushing back inside in one steady, powerful motion.
"Hold on." He told Jared with one light squeeze of his hand before gripping his hips and pulling almost all the way out again. He drew himself slightly up on his knees, tightened his grip on Jared’s waist and began thrusting in earnest.
Jared panted and moaned, throwing his head back, only to press him down into his pillow again the next moment. Begging whimpers and choked pleas filled the air harder, Jen, more, fasterand Jared just let go. Rutting against the mattress, pushing back into Jensen’s hard thrusts, Jared came all over the sheets with Jensen still pulsing inside him, panting out his own orgasm into Jared’s neck.
- - - - - - - - -
They were still sitting in the living room when they heard the first moan. Chris looked over at Steve and raised an eyebrow. Seriously?
The grin that spread over Steve’s face could light up a coal mine and Chris beamed back. Damn, but they were sick of Jensen’s bitching. Ever since Jared had the sniffles they were both worse like a girl with PMS.
From the sounds of it, though, the torture was finally over.
"What now Dr. Ackles? Aren’t you gonna get out your big, bad thermometer?"
Steve’s eyes went wide and he stared at Chris.
Chris, though, was busy biting his own fist to try and fight not to laugh out loud. Shaking his head, he looked at Steve with tears in his eyes.
Steve was gesturing wildly with his hands and arms, pointing in the direction of the Js’ bedroom and the front door, a mix of panic and confusion in his eyes.
Chris just had to fight harder, slapping a hand over his mouth in a desperate attempt to stay quiet.
The moaning and panting got louder, demands for harder, faster, more filled the whole apartment and Steve wished he had stood up earlier to go and close that damn bedroom door.
Chris seemed to have gotten himself under control though and Steve let out a relieved sigh.
And then the sound of a zipper sliding down reached his ears.
Chris was busy pulling his dick out of his pants, head thrown back against the armrest of the couch, eyes closes, lips open and shiny wet, hand pumping and hips bucking.
"The Fuck?!" Steve hissed and Chris paused.
"What? It’s like audio-porn…" he closed his eyes again and started stroking again.
Steve stood in the middle of the room, frozen. The Fuck??
Shaking his head, he sighed. What the hell… He fell back onto the second sofa and popped the buttons of his jeans. Moans and groans filled the air, begging and panting, … and Chris was right, it really was audio-porn. Usually though he was alone in his room when the Js were going at it and they had their doors closed.
He closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers around his straining dick. Chris deep groan made him snap open his eyes again, and he found Chris watching him. Eyes fixed on Steve’s hand working his flushed, leaking cock, hand working furiously over his own flesh.
Steve looked back at Chris, bringing his other hand into play and pushed his shirt up his flat stomach, fingers playing over his happy trail, dipping into his belly button and disappearing under the fabric.
He pinched his nipples, hard, first one, then the other. Hissing at the sensation, his hips bucked upwards into his hand. Chris eyes became dark as he watched. Steve threw his head back and started working himself in earnest.
Pinching and circling around his nipples, rubbing his thumpb over the leaking head of his cock, Steve lost himself in the pleasure until white lines streaked the tan skin of his stomach, his hand and his jeans.
Chris followed soon after, right along with the Js, from the sounds of it.
He took a few minutes to get his breathing under control before he got up and made his way over to the bathroom, stopping at the Js’ door and pulling it shut.
Smiling, he shook his head. Dr. Ackles… right…
Master Fic List
x-posted
cw_rps, dean_sam, the_one_i_want, imissyourmusk, j2-newbies & burned-phoenix
Author: burned-phoenix
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Jared Padalecki / Jensen Ackles, Christian Kane, Steve Carlson
Spoilers/Universe: AU, AfterHours!verse
Wordcount: ~ 1.500
Summary: Jared has the flu, Swine, Bird or just the regular? (Follows a few years after After Hours)
Warnings: more or less bad dirty talk? *g*
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. The above and beyond mentioned individuals have nothing, in any way, to do with the content of this story. This is written purely for entertaining purposes, no harm should be done, no rumors should be started because of this.
Beta: cfriskney Thanks sooo much, hon! *hugs you*
A/N: This one is for mini_moue, cause it’s her BIRTHDAY *hugs ya* so I asked her to give me a prompt and I’d write her a drabble. It’s not a drabble anymore, but anyway. It’s not my fault, she wanted the Swine Flu! Thanks a bunch *grumbles* :D
Dr. Ackles To The Rescue…
"Swine Flu? Seriously, Jay?"
Jared groaned and sniffled, eyes bloodshot from sneezing.
"Uh huh."
Jensen winced when the tentative nodding of Jared’s head made the poor guy moan in pain again.
"Yesterday it was the Bird Flu, Jen!" Chris yelled from the living room. "Tomorrow it’s probably gonna be Mad Cow Disease!"
Jensen smiled to himself, hearing Steve’s hearty laugh, followed by a loud thump as he hit the floor.
"Make them stop being mean to me, Jen." Jared whispered, puppy eyes out full force. His pouty lip quivered as if he was about to cry and Jensen gave up his internal fight.
"Scoot over."
He hopped on the edge of the bed and Jared promptly did as he was told. Making enough room for Jensen seemed to be more difficult though then he had thought. Fighting with the bedding, feet tangled in the sheets, it was as if everything was attacking him. Even his sweat-soaked t-shirt stuck to his skin, trying to tie him down.
Jensen finally reached over, lifting up the blanket and snuggling up to Jared’s back. The relieved sigh that left his boyfriend told him more then any words could, that he made the right decision. Flu be damned.
Jared’s breathing soon evened out and Jensen closed his eyes. A nap sounded like a pretty good idea.
- - - - - - - - -
When Jensen woke up, Jared looked at him with shiny eyes. Skin flushed and sticky with sweat, but he was still the most beautiful thing Jensen had ever seen.
Peering over Jared’s shoulder he found the alarm clock and smiled.
"Time for dinner. You want anything?" He nuzzled Jared’s damp hair and tightened his arm around his waist.
"Nah, ‘m not hungry."
Jared not being hungry was never a good sign, but there was a twinkle back in his eye that had been missing these last few days. Jensen was sure the worst was finally behind them.
Jared’s hand found its way under Jensen’s shirt and Jensen moaned lightly at the soft touch.
"’m feeling really hot." Jared’s eyes looked all big and innocent as he gazed up at Jensen.
He had to bite back a smile as he replied. "Is that so?" He smirked. "Guess Dr. Ackles has to take your temperature then, huh?"
Wide, trusting eyes stared back before Jared’s head began to nod eagerly.
I bet Mama Padalecki never got such a fervent reaction… ewwwww, bad thought, Jensen, baaaad thought.
"Is the patient gonna help with the undressing?" He smiled and began to tug Jared’s shirt up his still damp torso. Jared hastily clawed at his shirt to get it over his head, throwing it across the room as soon as he was free.
Getting Jared out of his clammy sweatpants was a joined effort but finally he lay gloriously naked under the sheets.
He smiled coyly. "What now, Dr. Ackles? Aren’t you gonna get out your big, bad thermometer?"
Jensen couldn’t just not laugh and Jared coughed through his own chuckling, while Jensen stripped out of his clothes.
He turned Jared onto his stomach, kissing and nipping at his ear, carding his fingers though Jared’s tangled locks.
"Spread your legs for the good doctor." Jensen breathed into his ear and Jared complied instantly.
Bringing his right leg up close to his chest, Jared moaned when he felt Jensen’s hand glide down over his tense back, the swell of his ass and over his cheeks.
"’m gonna prep you now, nice and slow…" Jensen purred and reached for the lube under the pillow.
Jared moaned in anticipation and gripped the sheets between his fingers. "Yes, doctor."
Jensen smiled against his back, slicking his fingers and sliding them back between Jared’s spread legs. Tracing the tight muscle, he felt Jared shudder beneath him.
"Please, …" he moaned.
"Please, what?" Jensen whispered.
"Please, doctor, make me better, I need to get better..." Jared begged, pushing back against Jensen’s finger until just the tip slipped inside.
Jensen held still for a moment, feeling Jared’s tense body shiver and shake from lust, before pushing his slick finger in all the way.
Jared pressed his face into the pillow to swallow the sound of his moan as Jensen thrust another finger in.
"God…" Jared panted from under his hair, "c’mon, Jen."
The pleading note in Jared’s voice almost broke Jensen and he swiftly withdrew his fingers and put on the condom. Blanketing Jared’s body with his own, Jensen lined himself up with Jared’s hole, whispering in his ear. "Ready for the doctor?" He nipped at his ear before soothing the sting with his tongue.
At Jared’s desperately hissed "yes" Jensen began to push inside, ever so slowly.
Jared tried to push back against him, to get more, faster, deeper, inside of him, but Jensen held him down with his own weight.
"Shhh, slow down, babe." Jensen breathed, taking Jared’s hand to grip the headboard together.
They groaned in unison when Jensen was finally all the way in, balls to balls, hipbones to cheeks.
Jared ground his hips against Jensen’s, using what little space he could to urge his lover to move, damnit. And Jensen did. Pulling out all the way and pushing back inside in one steady, powerful motion.
"Hold on." He told Jared with one light squeeze of his hand before gripping his hips and pulling almost all the way out again. He drew himself slightly up on his knees, tightened his grip on Jared’s waist and began thrusting in earnest.
Jared panted and moaned, throwing his head back, only to press him down into his pillow again the next moment. Begging whimpers and choked pleas filled the air harder, Jen, more, fasterand Jared just let go. Rutting against the mattress, pushing back into Jensen’s hard thrusts, Jared came all over the sheets with Jensen still pulsing inside him, panting out his own orgasm into Jared’s neck.
- - - - - - - - -
They were still sitting in the living room when they heard the first moan. Chris looked over at Steve and raised an eyebrow. Seriously?
The grin that spread over Steve’s face could light up a coal mine and Chris beamed back. Damn, but they were sick of Jensen’s bitching. Ever since Jared had the sniffles they were both worse like a girl with PMS.
From the sounds of it, though, the torture was finally over.
"What now Dr. Ackles? Aren’t you gonna get out your big, bad thermometer?"
Steve’s eyes went wide and he stared at Chris.
Chris, though, was busy biting his own fist to try and fight not to laugh out loud. Shaking his head, he looked at Steve with tears in his eyes.
Steve was gesturing wildly with his hands and arms, pointing in the direction of the Js’ bedroom and the front door, a mix of panic and confusion in his eyes.
Chris just had to fight harder, slapping a hand over his mouth in a desperate attempt to stay quiet.
The moaning and panting got louder, demands for harder, faster, more filled the whole apartment and Steve wished he had stood up earlier to go and close that damn bedroom door.
Chris seemed to have gotten himself under control though and Steve let out a relieved sigh.
And then the sound of a zipper sliding down reached his ears.
Chris was busy pulling his dick out of his pants, head thrown back against the armrest of the couch, eyes closes, lips open and shiny wet, hand pumping and hips bucking.
"The Fuck?!" Steve hissed and Chris paused.
"What? It’s like audio-porn…" he closed his eyes again and started stroking again.
Steve stood in the middle of the room, frozen. The Fuck??
Shaking his head, he sighed. What the hell… He fell back onto the second sofa and popped the buttons of his jeans. Moans and groans filled the air, begging and panting, … and Chris was right, it really was audio-porn. Usually though he was alone in his room when the Js were going at it and they had their doors closed.
He closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers around his straining dick. Chris deep groan made him snap open his eyes again, and he found Chris watching him. Eyes fixed on Steve’s hand working his flushed, leaking cock, hand working furiously over his own flesh.
Steve looked back at Chris, bringing his other hand into play and pushed his shirt up his flat stomach, fingers playing over his happy trail, dipping into his belly button and disappearing under the fabric.
He pinched his nipples, hard, first one, then the other. Hissing at the sensation, his hips bucked upwards into his hand. Chris eyes became dark as he watched. Steve threw his head back and started working himself in earnest.
Pinching and circling around his nipples, rubbing his thumpb over the leaking head of his cock, Steve lost himself in the pleasure until white lines streaked the tan skin of his stomach, his hand and his jeans.
Chris followed soon after, right along with the Js, from the sounds of it.
He took a few minutes to get his breathing under control before he got up and made his way over to the bathroom, stopping at the Js’ door and pulling it shut.
Smiling, he shook his head. Dr. Ackles… right…
Master Fic List
x-posted
cw_rps, dean_sam, the_one_i_want, imissyourmusk, j2-newbies & burned-phoenix