Fields Of Green NC17 Jared/Jensen, Jensen/Tom Ch 1 parts I-3
FIC: Fields of Green
AUTHORS: A first time collaboration between
ruffertoand
luvsabitch.
PAIRING: Jensen/Jared, Jensen/Tom Welling
SYNOPSIS: Is it friendship or love? Jared learns that he wants a lot more when he’s free to think about it. The problem is, it doesn’t look like Jensen is free at all.
WARNING: RPS. Angst This is our first J2 fic though we have both written and posted at
wincest.
RATING: NC17
DISCLAIMER: We do not own them. Jared, Jensen, Tom, Eric and the cast and crew of SPN own themselves. This didn’t happen. We are not making any money. You can have our debt, but our souls belong to the Winchester brothers to do as they see fit.
REGARDING THE BANNER: I can't remember where we got the Dean/Sam pic.
rufferto made the banner though.
PROLOGUE
Tom grabbed Jen’s hand and dragged him behind the nearest trailer, surprising the hell out of him.
“You idiot, what do you think you’re doing?” Jensen hissed, but there was no real heat in his words.
Tom laughed, his blue eyes twinkling, “I missed you.”
One hand snaked round Jen’s narrow waist, the other behind Jen’s head as he pulled his friend in for a passionate kiss. They were so caught up in each other that they did not notice Jared coming in search of his co-star to tell him he was needed on set.
Jared watched his two friends in stunned fascination, Toms eager hands were fumbling with the zipper of Jensen’s jeans. As Tom dropped to his knees Jensen made a needy little moan deep in his throat that made Jared’s head reel with confusion. Hurriedly he back away but not before Jared sees Jen glance around quickly.
'I've got 20 minutes before I have to get on set, Tom."
"More than enough time" His friend already had his cock free, how he does that so quickly, Jen would never know. "You didn't come here to see me, you came to see my cock."
"Well, now that you mention it." Tom gave Jensen’s cock a healthy lick from tip to base.
CHAPTER ONE,
PART I “An already bent straw”
Jared sat on the hotel bed, numb with shock as the echo of the door slamming reverberated round the room. Sandy had spent half an hour hurling a tirade of abuse at him as she’d dressed and packed, flinging her clothes into bags and angrily applying lipstick. Jared would have been worried if she hadn’t seemed to be enjoying it quite so much.
Jared was a bit stunned by it all really, they’d had a romantic dinner together, celebrating Sandy’s finally shooting a scene on the show then they’d come back to the hotel to relax. He’d ordered champagne from room service and they’d settled down for the evening. Everything had been going great, smooching and cuddles had started easing into something a bit heavier.
Well they’d been together so long now, and they were both always so tired, Jared thought it had been a while since their love life had been very adventurous. Still a couple of glasses of champagne and Sandy had decided to give him a blow job.
Jared gasped, his breath hissing through his teeth. “oh yeah, baby, oh Jen”
Sandy pulled back suddenly making Jared sit up in shock, eyes blinking wide.
“What did you call me?” She hissed.
“Uh dunno, I…I didn’t mean to.” Jared faltered lamely.
“I’ve wasted enough of my time on your pathetic little show and your sad little friends,” she’d stormed. “The least you can do is pay attention to me when I’m here. But no, all I get is Jensen did this and Jensen said that. But this, this is the last straw.”
So she’d finally gone and Jared was fairly sure she’d gone for good, she’d taken everything when she packed, even the bracelet he’d only just given her at dinner. Jen had helped him pick it out and it had cost Jay a lot of money. He waited for a while to see if the misery was going to kick in any time soon. They’d been together for over two years. Surely he ought to be feeling more upset than this.
He got up and poured himself a drink from the mini bar, then went back to sit on the bed. Idly he switched on the TV and began channel surfing. He didn’t feel like sport or that crappy slasher movie. He kept hopping from channel to channel until suddenly he saw something that made his heart leap. Jensen, on some live entertainment show; with Tom. As Tom placed a protective arm round Jen’ shoulders Jared felt sick; his mind yet again replaying what he’d seen when Tom had arrived on set yesterday.
CHAPTER ONE, PART II “Not worth a million”
It may not be known to the whole world but Jensen Ackles hated interviews about as much as he did not like getting his picture taken. He especially didn’t like getting his picture taken with his co-star and friend Jared Padaleki. It wasn’t because he didn’t like Jared. It was because he had a very hard time hiding his feelings when it came to Jay.
So now three years of his life was splashed all over a magazine in a photo that to him at least had his love for Jared written on his forehead for the whole world to see. Jensen stared into a glass of scotch that had just been placed into his hand.
“A million dollars for your thoughts?” Tom Welling joked, borrowing one of his co-star’s lines.
“Huh?” Jensen scoffed. His thoughts weren’t worth a million dollars. A thousand dollars maybe, and a girl he’d always be second to.
“You’ve been fingering your cell phone for the last twenty minutes, Jen.” Tom picked up a piece of cheese from a nearby tray.
The party had been arranged for the Smallville cast and in spite of the fact it really wasn’t his show anymore, he’d let Mike talk him into going. He’d get back to the Supernatural set the next day. “It’s nothing.” Jen shook his head. He was staring down at some of the magazines on the table. One particular one had him and Jared on the cover, Jared’s arms hung around his shoulders.
“Nice picture.” Tom smirked. “Now tell me all about it.”
“Things are just more intense now. It’s the third season. Everyone is counting on us to pull the show through to a fourth. I’m just tense.”
“And you need to hear his voice.”
Jen sighed again, “You of all people should know it’s not that simple, Tom.”
“You still coming on our trip, or are you wimping out?”
“Wouldn’t miss a chance to smoke you, Tom” Jensen grinned.
“I knew that would get me a smile.” Tom’s laugh was soft as he slung an arm around Jensen’s shoulders just in time for ET to get a shot of them. Tom was way too smooth to simply pull away from Jensen. They both turned around to face the reporters and Jensen clutched his glass as if his life depended on it, steeling himself for the usual comments and questions.
ET was far more professional than tabloids however, and talked only about how things were going, praised him for Supernatural and commented on how good he looked that night. All the while, Tom stood by him, a solid force against prying eyes, his arm never left Jen’s shoulders, protective and encouraging at the same time as though it was perfectly natural for it to be there. Jensen had to admire Tom’s professionalism. He was completely in control of the impromptu interview and it was free publicity for Supernatural so Eric would be pleased.
CHAPTER ONE,
PART III “Not what I should want.”
Jensen found himself flung back against the side of the trailer, “you’re mine! You hear me mine.” Jared’s lips ground against his, assertive, possessive and Jensen clung to him like his life depended on it.
When Jared finally let him come up for air he gasped “Yours, all yours. Let me prove it.”
“God yes!” Jared growled his response, and Jensen dropped to his knees, smoothly flicking open the buttons of Jared’s jeans on his way down.
Jared’s hand twisted into Jensen’s collar and he began muttering a litany of filth as Jensen cupped Jared’s balls in one hand and took Jared’s cock in his mouth.
Dimly Jared was aware of the phone ringing, but he didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to pull away from the sensations he was experiencing.
But the noise persisted until finally Jared opened his eyes. “Ah shit!” He was lying in a tangled heap of sweaty sheets and he’d come in his pants. He reached his hand out to grab the phone.
“Jay, where the fuck are you? You’re late on set and Kripke is chucking a fit.”
“Uh Jen?”
“Yeah Jen! What’s going on Jay?”
Jared ran his hand through his hair and peered blearily at his watch.
“Oh shit! Tell them I’m on my way. I’ll have to grab a shower first.”
“Are you okay?” The concern in Jensen’s voice was obvious, it wasn’t like Jared to oversleep.
Jared swallowed, “Sandy left me last night. I couldn’t sleep so I had a couple of drinks.”
“Jay man, I am so sorry. Take all the time you need, I’ll handle it here.”
They spoke for a couple more minutes before hanging up. Jared hurried to get ready, showering and changing. After the dream he’d had hearing Jen on the phone had left him feeling even more flustered and confused than before. He didn’t know how he was going to be able to look Jen in the eye today, not when all Jared could think about was the dream of Jen’s lips around his cock, the sounds Jen had made when Tom had kissed him.
TBC
AUTHORS: A first time collaboration between
ruffertoand
luvsabitch.
PAIRING: Jensen/Jared, Jensen/Tom Welling
SYNOPSIS: Is it friendship or love? Jared learns that he wants a lot more when he’s free to think about it. The problem is, it doesn’t look like Jensen is free at all.
WARNING: RPS. Angst This is our first J2 fic though we have both written and posted at
wincest.
RATING: NC17
DISCLAIMER: We do not own them. Jared, Jensen, Tom, Eric and the cast and crew of SPN own themselves. This didn’t happen. We are not making any money. You can have our debt, but our souls belong to the Winchester brothers to do as they see fit.
REGARDING THE BANNER: I can't remember where we got the Dean/Sam pic.
rufferto made the banner though.
PROLOGUE
Tom grabbed Jen’s hand and dragged him behind the nearest trailer, surprising the hell out of him.
“You idiot, what do you think you’re doing?” Jensen hissed, but there was no real heat in his words.
Tom laughed, his blue eyes twinkling, “I missed you.”
One hand snaked round Jen’s narrow waist, the other behind Jen’s head as he pulled his friend in for a passionate kiss. They were so caught up in each other that they did not notice Jared coming in search of his co-star to tell him he was needed on set.
Jared watched his two friends in stunned fascination, Toms eager hands were fumbling with the zipper of Jensen’s jeans. As Tom dropped to his knees Jensen made a needy little moan deep in his throat that made Jared’s head reel with confusion. Hurriedly he back away but not before Jared sees Jen glance around quickly.
'I've got 20 minutes before I have to get on set, Tom."
"More than enough time" His friend already had his cock free, how he does that so quickly, Jen would never know. "You didn't come here to see me, you came to see my cock."
"Well, now that you mention it." Tom gave Jensen’s cock a healthy lick from tip to base.
CHAPTER ONE,
PART I “An already bent straw”
Jared sat on the hotel bed, numb with shock as the echo of the door slamming reverberated round the room. Sandy had spent half an hour hurling a tirade of abuse at him as she’d dressed and packed, flinging her clothes into bags and angrily applying lipstick. Jared would have been worried if she hadn’t seemed to be enjoying it quite so much.
Jared was a bit stunned by it all really, they’d had a romantic dinner together, celebrating Sandy’s finally shooting a scene on the show then they’d come back to the hotel to relax. He’d ordered champagne from room service and they’d settled down for the evening. Everything had been going great, smooching and cuddles had started easing into something a bit heavier.
Well they’d been together so long now, and they were both always so tired, Jared thought it had been a while since their love life had been very adventurous. Still a couple of glasses of champagne and Sandy had decided to give him a blow job.
Jared gasped, his breath hissing through his teeth. “oh yeah, baby, oh Jen”
Sandy pulled back suddenly making Jared sit up in shock, eyes blinking wide.
“What did you call me?” She hissed.
“Uh dunno, I…I didn’t mean to.” Jared faltered lamely.
“I’ve wasted enough of my time on your pathetic little show and your sad little friends,” she’d stormed. “The least you can do is pay attention to me when I’m here. But no, all I get is Jensen did this and Jensen said that. But this, this is the last straw.”
So she’d finally gone and Jared was fairly sure she’d gone for good, she’d taken everything when she packed, even the bracelet he’d only just given her at dinner. Jen had helped him pick it out and it had cost Jay a lot of money. He waited for a while to see if the misery was going to kick in any time soon. They’d been together for over two years. Surely he ought to be feeling more upset than this.
He got up and poured himself a drink from the mini bar, then went back to sit on the bed. Idly he switched on the TV and began channel surfing. He didn’t feel like sport or that crappy slasher movie. He kept hopping from channel to channel until suddenly he saw something that made his heart leap. Jensen, on some live entertainment show; with Tom. As Tom placed a protective arm round Jen’ shoulders Jared felt sick; his mind yet again replaying what he’d seen when Tom had arrived on set yesterday.
CHAPTER ONE, PART II “Not worth a million”
It may not be known to the whole world but Jensen Ackles hated interviews about as much as he did not like getting his picture taken. He especially didn’t like getting his picture taken with his co-star and friend Jared Padaleki. It wasn’t because he didn’t like Jared. It was because he had a very hard time hiding his feelings when it came to Jay.
So now three years of his life was splashed all over a magazine in a photo that to him at least had his love for Jared written on his forehead for the whole world to see. Jensen stared into a glass of scotch that had just been placed into his hand.
“A million dollars for your thoughts?” Tom Welling joked, borrowing one of his co-star’s lines.
“Huh?” Jensen scoffed. His thoughts weren’t worth a million dollars. A thousand dollars maybe, and a girl he’d always be second to.
“You’ve been fingering your cell phone for the last twenty minutes, Jen.” Tom picked up a piece of cheese from a nearby tray.
The party had been arranged for the Smallville cast and in spite of the fact it really wasn’t his show anymore, he’d let Mike talk him into going. He’d get back to the Supernatural set the next day. “It’s nothing.” Jen shook his head. He was staring down at some of the magazines on the table. One particular one had him and Jared on the cover, Jared’s arms hung around his shoulders.
“Nice picture.” Tom smirked. “Now tell me all about it.”
“Things are just more intense now. It’s the third season. Everyone is counting on us to pull the show through to a fourth. I’m just tense.”
“And you need to hear his voice.”
Jen sighed again, “You of all people should know it’s not that simple, Tom.”
“You still coming on our trip, or are you wimping out?”
“Wouldn’t miss a chance to smoke you, Tom” Jensen grinned.
“I knew that would get me a smile.” Tom’s laugh was soft as he slung an arm around Jensen’s shoulders just in time for ET to get a shot of them. Tom was way too smooth to simply pull away from Jensen. They both turned around to face the reporters and Jensen clutched his glass as if his life depended on it, steeling himself for the usual comments and questions.
ET was far more professional than tabloids however, and talked only about how things were going, praised him for Supernatural and commented on how good he looked that night. All the while, Tom stood by him, a solid force against prying eyes, his arm never left Jen’s shoulders, protective and encouraging at the same time as though it was perfectly natural for it to be there. Jensen had to admire Tom’s professionalism. He was completely in control of the impromptu interview and it was free publicity for Supernatural so Eric would be pleased.
CHAPTER ONE,
PART III “Not what I should want.”
Jensen found himself flung back against the side of the trailer, “you’re mine! You hear me mine.” Jared’s lips ground against his, assertive, possessive and Jensen clung to him like his life depended on it.
When Jared finally let him come up for air he gasped “Yours, all yours. Let me prove it.”
“God yes!” Jared growled his response, and Jensen dropped to his knees, smoothly flicking open the buttons of Jared’s jeans on his way down.
Jared’s hand twisted into Jensen’s collar and he began muttering a litany of filth as Jensen cupped Jared’s balls in one hand and took Jared’s cock in his mouth.
Dimly Jared was aware of the phone ringing, but he didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to pull away from the sensations he was experiencing.
But the noise persisted until finally Jared opened his eyes. “Ah shit!” He was lying in a tangled heap of sweaty sheets and he’d come in his pants. He reached his hand out to grab the phone.
“Jay, where the fuck are you? You’re late on set and Kripke is chucking a fit.”
“Uh Jen?”
“Yeah Jen! What’s going on Jay?”
Jared ran his hand through his hair and peered blearily at his watch.
“Oh shit! Tell them I’m on my way. I’ll have to grab a shower first.”
“Are you okay?” The concern in Jensen’s voice was obvious, it wasn’t like Jared to oversleep.
Jared swallowed, “Sandy left me last night. I couldn’t sleep so I had a couple of drinks.”
“Jay man, I am so sorry. Take all the time you need, I’ll handle it here.”
They spoke for a couple more minutes before hanging up. Jared hurried to get ready, showering and changing. After the dream he’d had hearing Jen on the phone had left him feeling even more flustered and confused than before. He didn’t know how he was going to be able to look Jen in the eye today, not when all Jared could think about was the dream of Jen’s lips around his cock, the sounds Jen had made when Tom had kissed him.
TBC