porned; at last.
title: Fair's Fair (Pigtails Are For Porn!)
word count: 1630
rating: NC-17; JSquared.
disclaimer: Jensen and Jared own each other themselves. If they were mine, I would've died happy.
warning: Hair!kink, sex in kitchen.
a/n: thanks to Joshie for saying, "When people take away your self esteem, you write gay porn!" And so here it is: my very first porn; almost. i didn't think i'd lose my porn-writing virginity to an RPS. it almost feels...wrong. so feel free to give concrits. comments are so very adored and might make me write more porn. uh. is that a good thing?
summary: Jensen finds himself liking Jared's unruly locks. A little too much.
Fair’s Fair (Pigtails Are For Porn!)
“God,” Jared groaned, tugging at his damp t-shirt sticking to his chest. “Why does it have to be so hot?”
“Can you please stop whining? You complain when it’s too cold, you complain when it’s too hot. What temperature exactly would be acceptable to you?” Jensen asked from the kitchen.
Jared grinned knowingly. “When it’s not too hot or too cold.”
Jensen shook his head and continued chopping the potatoes. Jared is generally a free-spirited guy, always so sunny and cheery even when things go wrong but when it comes to the weather he morphed into a griping machine that although Jensen adored, still annoyed the hell out of him.
“A ha!” Jared yelled from the living room, as if he found the last kink in inventing the cold fusion. “I know it’s here somewhere…”
Jensen craned his neck to see Jared on all fours, digging through the cushions scattered on his living room. “What are you looking for?”
“Do you remember Mandy? The little girl that tagged along when I came over last week?”
“Your cousin’s daughter? Why?”
“Well, when you fell asleep cuddling her on the couch-”
“I did not cuddle.”
“Dude,” Jared snickered. “I remembered. She was all, ‘I wanna nap with Jenna!’ and you were all, like, ‘Come here, sweetie pie pumpkincakes.’ and you both dozed off on this couch.”
Jensen crossed his arms over his chest, peeved. “Your point?”
“Anyway, I noticed her pigtails were undone. She must’ve dropped her scrunchie here. Around this couch.”
“Dude,” Jensen rolled his eyes and went back to his cooking. “Don’t you think I clean? They’re on the side table in those porcelain thingies.”
“You kept them? The scrunchies?”
“I thought about giving them back to you,” Jensen shrugged.
“A ha!” Jared yelled again, holding up the pink and white polka dot scrunchies.
“Will you stop saying that…What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m hot, man,” Jared frowned as he gathered the hair on the left side of his head and tying it up with one of the band before adjusting both his pigtails.
Jensen watched as Jared pranced around with his hair up in pigtails with no care whatsoever in the world, thin, worn t-shirt hiking up and exposing a band of flesh now and then. Jensen felt something inside him flipped before he blushed. “Jared, why don’t you just…you know?”
“What?” Jared asked from beneath heavy lashes, gazing down at the chopped vegetables between them.
“Cut your hair.”
“Uh. No.”
Jensen stared at Jared’s pigtails one more time and then at the bead of sweat on his smooth temple to the evident dent of dimple on his cheek as he picked up a piece of carrot and popped it into his mouth. “Dude, please. Just cut your hair, alright?”
“What? Why?”
“I love you, man, but-”
“Aww,” Jared cooed. “You love me, Jen?”
“You know that,” Jensen frowned and he thought he meant it more than he intended. “I love you but please. Cut your damn hair.”
Jared seemed to dwell with Jensen’s word, contemplating whether to say I love you too, man because of course he does but decided against it because hello! “Um. Why?”
“Just…do it, okay? Look, I have this awesome hairdresser…”
“It’s my hair, Jen. I grew it myself. I know what to do with it, okay?” Jared said sort of heatedly, his pigtails bobbing up and down with every movement.
Jensen ran a palm over his face, sighing. “Seriously, Jared. Just, please, cut it.”
“No! Why would I?”
Jensen watched as Jared’s eyes turned greener and greener, face all scrunched up. “I just…Please cut it! Cut your hair!”
Jared leant over the counter, whole body supported on sharp elbows. “Tell me why!”
“Because it makes me want to jump you!” Jensen shouted in one breath only realizing a nanosecond later what he had admitted, eyes as wide as saucers.
Jared’s elbows gave in, sending him almost crashing his chin on Jensen’s kitchen counter. “Wha-what?”
“I meant…” Jensen sputtered, blinking rapidly.
Jared was looking equally panicked except for the tilt at the corner of his lips that kept hitching higher and higher. Jensen swore he was smirking.
“I just…” Jensen squeaked before clearing his throat, “I just like your hair. A little too much.”
“You like my hair?” Jared echoed, stifling a snicker. “And you strongly want me to cut it why?”
“Don’t you think it’s weird?” Jensen made a face.
“That you think I’m hot? No.”
Somehow Jensen found him utterly despising Jared’s tiny little dimpled smile even when he loved it with every fiber of his being. “Please, Jared. Please cut your hair.”
“Well,” Jared upgraded his smile into a full blown grin and Jensen’s breaths hitched. “That isn’t really fair, is it?”
“What?” Jensen asked shakily, green eyes widening even more watching Jared leaning in closer.
“That I should cut my hair just because it makes you want to jump me when,” Jared murmured, gaze dropping to his hand, now cupping Jensen’s chin, long fingers toying with Jensen’s plump lower lip, “I can’t exactly make you get rid of these lips that makes me want to jump you.”
“Jump…wha?” Jensen’s mouth hung open, dark red lips slightly puckered.
“Especially when you do that,” Jared groaned under his breath, tugging Jensen forward and locking their mouths together in a deep, wet kiss that he knew Jensen loved, if the thumping heartbeat underneath his palm was any indication. Jensen has amazing lips and he knew what to do with them, as it turned out. Jared thought about what other things those lips could do and felt his length pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
Something clanked against the floor and Jensen broke the kiss, discovering that Jared accidentally swiped his knife off the counter, barely missing his toe. Jared smiled sheepishly. “Perhaps we should take this someplace else.”
“No, no,” Jensen breathed, dragging a hand through his hair. “I’ll just…I’ll just clear this up,” he smiled, moving everything on the counter to the space on the kitchen cabinet at the far side of the kitchen.
“Wow,” Jared gushed, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it across the room. “A hair kink and a kitchen kink? I thought I know you well, Ackles.”
Jensen turned around to find Jared towering right before him, upper body sheen with light sweat and chest heaving from heavy breathing. “You can blame it on yourself, Padalecki.”
“Oh,” Jared smirked. “I don’t have blame on my mind.”
Jensen smiled back in return as Jared pulled him flushed against him, strong hands gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. Jensen fumbled with Jared’s belt, breath hot and heavy against Jared’s mouth and thinking how unfair it was that Jared could just yank lightly and his loose sweatpants were already pooling around his ankles (he knew he should’ve worn underwear) before his mind shut down as long fingers encircled his cock. When he managed to shimmy Jared’s jeans off he felt like shouting out a victory cheer but Jared was doing something amazing with his wrist, the twistflickrub that somehow affected his ability to stay on his feet. Jared pushed him against the island, mouth and tongue and teeth eagerly marking every inch of Jensen’s neck.
Jensen ogled at the head full of hair in front of his face, couldn’t resist and dug his hands into Jared’s hair, oddly massaging his scalp. Long fingers entwined in between long, luscious locks and tangled in a mass of unruly hair and Jensen felt the pleasure spiraling in the pit of his stomach whirling outward and downward right to the most sensitive spot on his cock. Jared moaned against his pulse point, blowing warm air.
“Fuck,” Jensen whimpered, head thrown back and ass practically hiked up his kitchen island, desperately trying to give Jared’s cock an equal treatment his was getting. If there’s one thing his momma taught him, it was how to be a good host. And a good host always makes sure his guest receives the best. “Fuck.”
“Patience,” Jared whispered, a tint of mirth in his tone and Jensen could feel the smile against his collarbone.
Jensen tried to say something else, anything, but couldn’t when Jared kept doing that thing with his freakishly long fingers and palm and fuck. It was like mad hiccups in Jensen’s brain and it was both hot and scary at the same time how his mind could cease to function underneath Jared’s ministration. He was barely getting a grip on Jared’s cock when he came all over huge paws, the release long and hot and sweet.
He only started breathing again when Jared pressed a soft, lingering kiss against his slacked mouth that tasted a lot like lemonade and cotton candy. He reached for Jared’s cock, ran a thumb across the head and Jared jerked in his direction, grinning like a crazed kid on a Christmas morning, stray strands of soft hair that escaped his pigtails framing his face. It didn’t take long before Jared bent over, sunk his teeth in Jensen’s shoulder and came, eyelashes fluttering against Jensen’s heated skin. It took less for Jared to feel Jensen hardening against his thigh again.
“Would you like me to suck you off?” Jared asked huskily, touching their foreheads together.
Jensen felt his eyelids dropping close. “God, yeah.”
“Don’t think that I wouldn’t ask one for return from you,” Jared grinned, nudging Jensen’s lips apart with his thumb.
Jensen opened his eyes, grinned back and lightly sucked on Jared’s thumb. “Yeah, okay.”
Jared got to his knees, hands planted on Jensen’s thighs with reassuring pressure. He looked up at Jensen’s glazed eyes, took a hold of his hands and placed each on his pigtails, beaming. “Hold on tight,” he winked.
- end -
word count: 1630
rating: NC-17; JSquared.
disclaimer: Jensen and Jared own each other themselves. If they were mine, I would've died happy.
warning: Hair!kink, sex in kitchen.
a/n: thanks to Joshie for saying, "When people take away your self esteem, you write gay porn!" And so here it is: my very first porn; almost. i didn't think i'd lose my porn-writing virginity to an RPS. it almost feels...wrong. so feel free to give concrits. comments are so very adored and might make me write more porn. uh. is that a good thing?
summary: Jensen finds himself liking Jared's unruly locks. A little too much.
Fair’s Fair (Pigtails Are For Porn!)
“God,” Jared groaned, tugging at his damp t-shirt sticking to his chest. “Why does it have to be so hot?”
“Can you please stop whining? You complain when it’s too cold, you complain when it’s too hot. What temperature exactly would be acceptable to you?” Jensen asked from the kitchen.
Jared grinned knowingly. “When it’s not too hot or too cold.”
Jensen shook his head and continued chopping the potatoes. Jared is generally a free-spirited guy, always so sunny and cheery even when things go wrong but when it comes to the weather he morphed into a griping machine that although Jensen adored, still annoyed the hell out of him.
“A ha!” Jared yelled from the living room, as if he found the last kink in inventing the cold fusion. “I know it’s here somewhere…”
Jensen craned his neck to see Jared on all fours, digging through the cushions scattered on his living room. “What are you looking for?”
“Do you remember Mandy? The little girl that tagged along when I came over last week?”
“Your cousin’s daughter? Why?”
“Well, when you fell asleep cuddling her on the couch-”
“I did not cuddle.”
“Dude,” Jared snickered. “I remembered. She was all, ‘I wanna nap with Jenna!’ and you were all, like, ‘Come here, sweetie pie pumpkincakes.’ and you both dozed off on this couch.”
Jensen crossed his arms over his chest, peeved. “Your point?”
“Anyway, I noticed her pigtails were undone. She must’ve dropped her scrunchie here. Around this couch.”
“Dude,” Jensen rolled his eyes and went back to his cooking. “Don’t you think I clean? They’re on the side table in those porcelain thingies.”
“You kept them? The scrunchies?”
“I thought about giving them back to you,” Jensen shrugged.
“A ha!” Jared yelled again, holding up the pink and white polka dot scrunchies.
“Will you stop saying that…What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m hot, man,” Jared frowned as he gathered the hair on the left side of his head and tying it up with one of the band before adjusting both his pigtails.
Jensen watched as Jared pranced around with his hair up in pigtails with no care whatsoever in the world, thin, worn t-shirt hiking up and exposing a band of flesh now and then. Jensen felt something inside him flipped before he blushed. “Jared, why don’t you just…you know?”
“What?” Jared asked from beneath heavy lashes, gazing down at the chopped vegetables between them.
“Cut your hair.”
“Uh. No.”
Jensen stared at Jared’s pigtails one more time and then at the bead of sweat on his smooth temple to the evident dent of dimple on his cheek as he picked up a piece of carrot and popped it into his mouth. “Dude, please. Just cut your hair, alright?”
“What? Why?”
“I love you, man, but-”
“Aww,” Jared cooed. “You love me, Jen?”
“You know that,” Jensen frowned and he thought he meant it more than he intended. “I love you but please. Cut your damn hair.”
Jared seemed to dwell with Jensen’s word, contemplating whether to say I love you too, man because of course he does but decided against it because hello! “Um. Why?”
“Just…do it, okay? Look, I have this awesome hairdresser…”
“It’s my hair, Jen. I grew it myself. I know what to do with it, okay?” Jared said sort of heatedly, his pigtails bobbing up and down with every movement.
Jensen ran a palm over his face, sighing. “Seriously, Jared. Just, please, cut it.”
“No! Why would I?”
Jensen watched as Jared’s eyes turned greener and greener, face all scrunched up. “I just…Please cut it! Cut your hair!”
Jared leant over the counter, whole body supported on sharp elbows. “Tell me why!”
“Because it makes me want to jump you!” Jensen shouted in one breath only realizing a nanosecond later what he had admitted, eyes as wide as saucers.
Jared’s elbows gave in, sending him almost crashing his chin on Jensen’s kitchen counter. “Wha-what?”
“I meant…” Jensen sputtered, blinking rapidly.
Jared was looking equally panicked except for the tilt at the corner of his lips that kept hitching higher and higher. Jensen swore he was smirking.
“I just…” Jensen squeaked before clearing his throat, “I just like your hair. A little too much.”
“You like my hair?” Jared echoed, stifling a snicker. “And you strongly want me to cut it why?”
“Don’t you think it’s weird?” Jensen made a face.
“That you think I’m hot? No.”
Somehow Jensen found him utterly despising Jared’s tiny little dimpled smile even when he loved it with every fiber of his being. “Please, Jared. Please cut your hair.”
“Well,” Jared upgraded his smile into a full blown grin and Jensen’s breaths hitched. “That isn’t really fair, is it?”
“What?” Jensen asked shakily, green eyes widening even more watching Jared leaning in closer.
“That I should cut my hair just because it makes you want to jump me when,” Jared murmured, gaze dropping to his hand, now cupping Jensen’s chin, long fingers toying with Jensen’s plump lower lip, “I can’t exactly make you get rid of these lips that makes me want to jump you.”
“Jump…wha?” Jensen’s mouth hung open, dark red lips slightly puckered.
“Especially when you do that,” Jared groaned under his breath, tugging Jensen forward and locking their mouths together in a deep, wet kiss that he knew Jensen loved, if the thumping heartbeat underneath his palm was any indication. Jensen has amazing lips and he knew what to do with them, as it turned out. Jared thought about what other things those lips could do and felt his length pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
Something clanked against the floor and Jensen broke the kiss, discovering that Jared accidentally swiped his knife off the counter, barely missing his toe. Jared smiled sheepishly. “Perhaps we should take this someplace else.”
“No, no,” Jensen breathed, dragging a hand through his hair. “I’ll just…I’ll just clear this up,” he smiled, moving everything on the counter to the space on the kitchen cabinet at the far side of the kitchen.
“Wow,” Jared gushed, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it across the room. “A hair kink and a kitchen kink? I thought I know you well, Ackles.”
Jensen turned around to find Jared towering right before him, upper body sheen with light sweat and chest heaving from heavy breathing. “You can blame it on yourself, Padalecki.”
“Oh,” Jared smirked. “I don’t have blame on my mind.”
Jensen smiled back in return as Jared pulled him flushed against him, strong hands gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. Jensen fumbled with Jared’s belt, breath hot and heavy against Jared’s mouth and thinking how unfair it was that Jared could just yank lightly and his loose sweatpants were already pooling around his ankles (he knew he should’ve worn underwear) before his mind shut down as long fingers encircled his cock. When he managed to shimmy Jared’s jeans off he felt like shouting out a victory cheer but Jared was doing something amazing with his wrist, the twistflickrub that somehow affected his ability to stay on his feet. Jared pushed him against the island, mouth and tongue and teeth eagerly marking every inch of Jensen’s neck.
Jensen ogled at the head full of hair in front of his face, couldn’t resist and dug his hands into Jared’s hair, oddly massaging his scalp. Long fingers entwined in between long, luscious locks and tangled in a mass of unruly hair and Jensen felt the pleasure spiraling in the pit of his stomach whirling outward and downward right to the most sensitive spot on his cock. Jared moaned against his pulse point, blowing warm air.
“Fuck,” Jensen whimpered, head thrown back and ass practically hiked up his kitchen island, desperately trying to give Jared’s cock an equal treatment his was getting. If there’s one thing his momma taught him, it was how to be a good host. And a good host always makes sure his guest receives the best. “Fuck.”
“Patience,” Jared whispered, a tint of mirth in his tone and Jensen could feel the smile against his collarbone.
Jensen tried to say something else, anything, but couldn’t when Jared kept doing that thing with his freakishly long fingers and palm and fuck. It was like mad hiccups in Jensen’s brain and it was both hot and scary at the same time how his mind could cease to function underneath Jared’s ministration. He was barely getting a grip on Jared’s cock when he came all over huge paws, the release long and hot and sweet.
He only started breathing again when Jared pressed a soft, lingering kiss against his slacked mouth that tasted a lot like lemonade and cotton candy. He reached for Jared’s cock, ran a thumb across the head and Jared jerked in his direction, grinning like a crazed kid on a Christmas morning, stray strands of soft hair that escaped his pigtails framing his face. It didn’t take long before Jared bent over, sunk his teeth in Jensen’s shoulder and came, eyelashes fluttering against Jensen’s heated skin. It took less for Jared to feel Jensen hardening against his thigh again.
“Would you like me to suck you off?” Jared asked huskily, touching their foreheads together.
Jensen felt his eyelids dropping close. “God, yeah.”
“Don’t think that I wouldn’t ask one for return from you,” Jared grinned, nudging Jensen’s lips apart with his thumb.
Jensen opened his eyes, grinned back and lightly sucked on Jared’s thumb. “Yeah, okay.”
Jared got to his knees, hands planted on Jensen’s thighs with reassuring pressure. He looked up at Jensen’s glazed eyes, took a hold of his hands and placed each on his pigtails, beaming. “Hold on tight,” he winked.
- end -