Stripper Jared/Shy, Wanting Jensen Part IrejenerationDecember 10 2009, 09:36:05 UTC
Well, wow, love. This got very long
On the stage, low-lit lights, spastic, like little colored butterflies, a guy stands shaded in silhouette. For one second, hell, for ten, the guy is just an illusion. The promise of some dirty footwork, all twenty feet of him wrapped sensually around a pole. But, when the music lifts, when the whole place goes quiet, it’s less of a cliché than Jensen expects. The guy is already wet, his body slicked down by water, his hair hanging thick and curled over his eyes. He’s fucking hot, no other way to describe him, not that Jensen would, not aloud
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Re: Stripper Jared/Shy, Wanting Jensen Part IIrejenerationDecember 10 2009, 09:37:46 UTC
“Got something for you,” Chris says and he’s dropping a pass into Jensen’s hand. Figures his best friend would know, that he’d give Jensen the gift of a lifetime. The smirk that comes after it is all shit-eating. “Don’t want to see you back here until morning, Son.”
Jensen’s nervous as hell. There’s a girl backstage, she leads the way, knocking a few times on Jared’s door. He says “Come in,” and Jensen suddenly wonders how often this kind of thing happens. Wonders if Jared sets this up for himself-nightly, weekly. How many times he picks someone to fuck?
The girl opens the door and gives Jensen a shove in, and just like that the two of them staring at each other through the wall-wide mirror. Jared’s still coated in paint, and his eyes look a little wild. “So, hey,” he says, swiveling around in his chair.
Jensen never does this, never, never ever, but he’s on autopilot, crossing the room and dropping right there, pressing a kiss to the inside of Jared’s thigh. Jensen looks up at him, slightly mortified and surprised at
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Re: Stripper Jared/Shy, Wanting Jensen Part IIIrejenerationDecember 10 2009, 09:38:30 UTC
“Slow down,” Jared breathes. “C’mon, slow down.” He mouths at Jensen’s jawbone, drawing away and slowing the roll, this thing that wants to take him. “Tell me your name.”
Jensen barely squawks it out and then it’s Jared’s turn balancing its weight. Singing it like a song. Making Jensen feel special, for Christ’s sake. “I like it,” Jared says, then purrs it a little deeper, “Jen-sen.”
“Let me blow you,” Jensen says, no longer shocked by the shit coming out of his mouth. It’s obviously on a circuit of its own and as much as he’d like to, Jensen doesn’t seem to mind.
As luck would have it, there is a couch in a corner of the room and Jared hits the lights as he backs Jensen toward it. They kiss, hands groping and grabbing, their dicks aligned. “Never do this,” Jensen confesses. It seems important to say. Jared ‘mmms’ across his lips, as if to say, “Good, that’s real good. “ All of his shyness has melted away. With Jared’s hands on him, the only he wants is more“You gonna take me? Gonna suck my dick
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Re: Stripper Jared/Shy, Wanting Jensen Part IVrejenerationDecember 10 2009, 09:38:56 UTC
The room is quiet, except for the slight trickle of music from up front. Jensen worries his bottom lip a bit, thinking this is going to be awkward, but Jared turns his face and then the two of them are sharing a breath, a kiss. Magnetic in its grace.
“So,” Jared says, a quick bob of his head. “Don’t suppose I can ever see you again, huh?”
“Away from the club?”
“Yeah, sure. Maybe make you dinner or something?”
“I make a mean raspberry pie.”
“Mmm, I bet you do,” Jared laughs and even that sounds dirty
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Re: Stripper Jared/Shy, Wanting Jensen Part IVneros_violinDecember 10 2009, 18:29:28 UTC
That was freaking perfect! I love it when there's an immediate, uncontrollable lust thing between them, and the sweet ending was SO RIGHT, a perfect touch.
Special birthday (1/4)kain_abelDecember 10 2009, 20:45:16 UTC
I couldn't resist this. XD
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The first thing Jensen noticed were the long, long legs that were covered in fishnet tights and ended in screaming, red pumps. He almost swallowed his tongue.
The body on the stage started moving and Jensen couldn't not look so his eyes raked up that lean body, finding a too small (and evenly red) skirt that covered the crotch just so and a corset that left a small expanse of skin shine through between skirt and corset. There was something like a leash hanging from the neck, a mass of links formed together to a chain that hung loosely over the torso. Jensen gripped his beer bottle tighter, it was all he could do to not jump up and storm out, right the fuck nowHe knew he shouldn't have come here without at least one of his friends as back-up. He knew better than that. But he had planned this evening, his thirties birthday, for such a long time and it wasn't fucking fair that everybody just seemed to have other appointments at the last minute. They told him he could replace it
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Re: Special birthday (2/4)kain_abelDecember 10 2009, 20:46:06 UTC
And in one swift movement the guy was on his knees again, slowly, lithely crawling towards Jensen who stopped breathing altogether now. Those eyes were promising him things Jensen wouldn't have dreamed of before, daring him at the same time to take without second-guessing and then he was up in Jensen's face. One long, slick finger caressed over his temple down to his cheekbones and settled under his jaw until the guy tugged Jensen so close to him that he could feel his breath all over his face
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On the stage, low-lit lights, spastic, like little colored butterflies, a guy stands shaded in silhouette. For one second, hell, for ten, the guy is just an illusion. The promise of some dirty footwork, all twenty feet of him wrapped sensually around a pole. But, when the music lifts, when the whole place goes quiet, it’s less of a cliché than Jensen expects. The guy is already wet, his body slicked down by water, his hair hanging thick and curled over his eyes. He’s fucking hot, no other way to describe him, not that Jensen would, not aloud ( ... )
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Jensen’s nervous as hell. There’s a girl backstage, she leads the way, knocking a few times on Jared’s door. He says “Come in,” and Jensen suddenly wonders how often this kind of thing happens. Wonders if Jared sets this up for himself-nightly, weekly. How many times he picks someone to fuck?
The girl opens the door and gives Jensen a shove in, and just like that the two of them staring at each other through the wall-wide mirror. Jared’s still coated in paint, and his eyes look a little wild. “So, hey,” he says, swiveling around in his chair.
Jensen never does this, never, never ever, but he’s on autopilot, crossing the room and dropping right there, pressing a kiss to the inside of Jared’s thigh. Jensen looks up at him, slightly mortified and surprised at ( ... )
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Jensen barely squawks it out and then it’s Jared’s turn balancing its weight. Singing it like a song. Making Jensen feel special, for Christ’s sake. “I like it,” Jared says, then purrs it a little deeper, “Jen-sen.”
“Let me blow you,” Jensen says, no longer shocked by the shit coming out of his mouth. It’s obviously on a circuit of its own and as much as he’d like to, Jensen doesn’t seem to mind.
As luck would have it, there is a couch in a corner of the room and Jared hits the lights as he backs Jensen toward it. They kiss, hands groping and grabbing, their dicks aligned. “Never do this,” Jensen confesses. It seems important to say. Jared ‘mmms’ across his lips, as if to say, “Good, that’s real good. “ All of his shyness has melted away. With Jared’s hands on him, the only he wants is more“You gonna take me? Gonna suck my dick ( ... )
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“So,” Jared says, a quick bob of his head. “Don’t suppose I can ever see you again, huh?”
“Away from the club?”
“Yeah, sure. Maybe make you dinner or something?”
“I make a mean raspberry pie.”
“Mmm, I bet you do,” Jared laughs and even that sounds dirty ( ... )
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Love the way it's written but the porrrrn, omg teh porn JARED STRIPPING PAINT ASDFGHJKL
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Damn baby, I've missed your writing. I LOVE your way with words <33333
This was sexy and perfect sweetheart!
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The first thing Jensen noticed were the long, long legs that were covered in fishnet tights and ended in screaming, red pumps. He almost swallowed his tongue.
The body on the stage started moving and Jensen couldn't not look so his eyes raked up that lean body, finding a too small (and evenly red) skirt that covered the crotch just so and a corset that left a small expanse of skin shine through between skirt and corset. There was something like a leash hanging from the neck, a mass of links formed together to a chain that hung loosely over the torso. Jensen gripped his beer bottle tighter, it was all he could do to not jump up and storm out, right the fuck nowHe knew he shouldn't have come here without at least one of his friends as back-up. He knew better than that. But he had planned this evening, his thirties birthday, for such a long time and it wasn't fucking fair that everybody just seemed to have other appointments at the last minute. They told him he could replace it ( ... )
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