NC-17 | Just a Little Office Fun | J2
Title: Just a Little Office Fun
Rating: NC-17 for sexin!
Words: 2,000ish
Summary: One quick stop in the office turns into a great, long time.
Notes: For deirdre_c's donation to help_chile :-D Pornyfuntimes from Just a Little Office Maintenance.
Beta: Thanks to kelleigh!
The overhead fluorescent flickers as Jared drifts between cubicles with only his head in sight for Jensen to follow. He wants to mock Jared for making them come back to his office. It’s not like Jared wouldn’t survive one weekend without his key card. Jensen would certainly let him in on Monday, but Jared had insisted and, as Jensen has so easily found out, he has issues with saying no to Jared. Add on a handful of drinks from happy hour and it’s downright impossible.
He likes to think that’s why he’s in a customer service field. Because he likes fixing things and making people happier for it.
At that thought, Jensen strolls up to the Epson 5520, the newest printer in the Pellegrino and Associates office. He’d helped the servicemen reel it in that morning and is still amazed at the size of the thing.
Jensen lifts the hood with a small smile, fingers swiping over the cool glass. It’s brand new and the answer to all of the office’s problems with the last model constantly malfunctioning.
The printer beeps and when Jensen looks down, Jared’s hand is splayed over the touch screen controls. Then he’s huddled against Jensen, chin at his shoulder and fingers pressing across the sensors.
“What’re you doing?” Jensen spits out.
“Just checking out the merchandise,” Jared says on a smirk as he presses another button and the machine whirs to life. The copier flares, lighting up Jensen’s face and Jared laughs with it, kissing along Jensen’s neck.
“God, c’mon,” Jensen complains as he turns to face Jared, wincing then blinking away white spots. “I’m blind now.”
“Aww, my poor guy,” Jared playfully whimpers just before kissing him. His tongue slips between Jensen’s lips, curling inside Jensen’s mouth as he pushes him into the machine.
In seconds, they’re full on making out with loud smacks of lips, hands roaming then grabbing onto clothes. Jensen’s hands press into Jared’s back, fingers curling into the waistband and pulling him in tighter.
Jared goes right for Jensen’s fly, pulling it down and away then slides his hands over Jensen’s ass, squeezing firm at the juncture of his thighs. Swiftly, Jared tugs him up, lifting and holding with one solid hand at his back and Jensen’s legs tight around his hips.
Jensen moans into Jared’s mouth, unable to put to words how it feels when Jared manhandles him. He returns the favor with a rough hand in Jared’s hair, yanking so he can direct the kiss.
The arm around Jensen’s back pulls tighter as Jared’s other hand tugs Jensen’s jeans off his hips. He sets Jensen onto the machine before they’re back to kissing again.
“This machine breaks,” Jensen grumbles. “I swear to God …”
“Shut up,” Jared says with a grin as he slips a hand into Jensen’s crack, fingers pressing skin apart and teasing at Jensen’s hole.
Jensen moans on that, but then he’s louder when the printer’s buttons noise off to Jared’s other hand. The machine flashes, copying his ass. “What? No,” Jensen whines as he twists away and watches a sheet of paper land in the waiting tray.
Jared pushes himself into Jensen’s space and watches as he grabs the sheet and turns it over. Then Jared’s groaning against his jaw as they both look at the black and white photo of Jensen’s spread cheeks and Jared’s long fingers pressing at the hole.
Jensen has to admit - to himself at least - it’s pretty fucking hot. A tiny moan escapes and he tries to swallow it, but he can’t. And Jared heard, so they’re back to kissing and Jared’s back to photocopying Jensen’s ass. They keep looking over the copies together, barely breathing as each one shows the varying degrees of Jared’s finger slinking inside
When one shot shows Jared’s middle finger tucked tight and his index just starting to creep in alongside it, Jensen whimpers then punches the copy button himself.
Jared grins and bites at Jensen’s lips, licking when he can manage, but it’s obvious that Jensen’s sudden participation is turning Jared on even more than the copies could.
The unfortunate thing is that when they start to press closer together, when they try to find friction between them, the photos become blurred black sheets as Jensen’s pulled away from the screen.
Jared backs away for a moment, eyes quickly raking over the machine before he nudges a box of printer paper close and steps onto it.
Jensen laughs deliriously. “Okay, I swear, you get up here, it’ll be the hottest thing ever,” he rushes out with a hand at Jared’s chest while his own lungs are punching out air at a ridiculous rate. “But I ain’t the one explaining when it’s busted on Monday morning.”
Jared leans in close and whines but keeps his feet on the box. “You always ruin my fun.”
Fingers clench in Jared’s hair as Jensen nearly ravages his mouth, especially so when Jared closes a fist around Jensen’s dick and strokes. Jensen scoots back on the glass, leans into the wall and watches Jared mouth down his chest while his hand moves faster and faster. Then Jared’s licking over the head, mouth closing over it even quicker.
Jensen reels back a few inches as Jared dips even lower, now mouthing at his balls. He whimpers as Jared’s hands squeeze the backs of his thighs, pushing them up and open, then swipes his tongue long and flat across Jensen’s balls. Jensen fumbles at the sensation, hand groping over the touch screen and when the buttons beep, he smirks and looks away from Jared long enough to hit copy.
He struggles to see the photo fast enough, but it’s the perfect one: Jensen’s ass pressed against the glass, balls at the very edge, and Jared’s tongue slinking between them.
As Jared closes his lips around one ball, Jensen hits the green button. Then again, and again, to find the best angle of Jared’s mouth full, lips sucking.
Jensen can feel his orgasm build, and he calls for Jared with warning and worry, because there’s no way he wants to come on the machine. Jared grabs Jensen’s ass again, pulling him off the glass and against him. They’re grinding and kissing, leaving Jensen breathless to Jared’s unrelenting mouth.
“Now what?” he murmurs.
Jared smiles into the kiss. “How about my boss’s office?”
“Oh my God, no way, no how.“ Jensen instantly fights back, but he also grabs onto Jared’s hair to angle him just right for a deep kiss, fucking right into Jared’s mouth.
“How about mine?”
“You have a cubicle,” he drifts off as Jared steps onto Jensen’s jeans, currently stuck around his ankles. As Jared pulls Jensen with, he stomps the jeans down so Jensen can step out and walk freely all the way to his cube.
Using one long arm, Jared sends papers and binders and pens scattering across one side of his desk then leans into Jensen so he lands in the open space. Jared rests over Jensen, hand falling between his legs and fingers sliding in. Jensen whimpers, right into Jared’s mouth, but he can’t stop rutting down onto his hand. And when Jared moves away to a desk drawer, Jensen’s hips act of their own accord, almost begging for his hand to return.
Jared comes back with lube and Jensen snorts, knowing it came from the bottom drawer stash Jared tempts him with on a regular basis. “You’re disgusting.”
“I thought you liked it dirty,” Jared smirks down on him, slicking up his fingers and popping two inside with little problem. When Jensen clenches his ass, Jared moans, “God, Jen,” and closes his eyes, pausing for a moment.
“Got me here and now you’re gonna make me wait all day?”
Jared chuckles then starts fingering in earnest. He grabs onto Jensen’s thigh and gropes the muscle before digging fingers in and pulling Jensen down onto his hand. Jensen’s hands scrabble on the desk, pushing more papers out of the way while he tries to steady his hands, find something to hold onto.
The fingers slip away again but then Jared’s pushing his pants all the way down, lubing up and pushing in. He plants palms on either side of Jensen’s head and Jensen grabs hold of Jared’s arms, grinding down onto his dick. They’re rolling together, grunting, and sweating, and Jensen loses his grip on Jared’s biceps. Jared’s hands are tight around Jensen’s thighs, pulling him down then pushing him away, and he watches his dick sliding out and punching right back in. Jensen can’t do anything but let it happen, breath tight in his chest and hands gripping the edge of the desk above his head.
They lose the rhythm, even while the panting is regular, and Jensen’s hand comes down to start a steady stroke on his own dick. Jared bats at his hand and they start fighting for it, Jensen in ridiculous laughter and Jared sneering with a smile.
“Fuck, just let me,” Jensen groans.
“Not yet,” Jared grunts, but he’s smirking.
“God, I … shit, Jay, you get the copies.”
Jared slows his thrusts and holds Jensen’s hands away from their bodies, fingers threading between each other. “Yeah? All of ‘em?”
“Yeah. All the fucking copies you want. Just fucking finish this.”
He dips down to bite at Jensen’s mouth, but his hips pick up speed again, jacking right into Jensen. “And you blow me in the conference room.”
“Fuck no.”
Jared’s hand closes over Jensen’s dick, sliding down but then holding. He stops fucking Jensen long enough for his full attention. Jared rolls his hips just once and laughs, “Fuck yes,” at Jensen’s squirming.
“God,” Jensen groans, tipping his head back with clenched eyes. “I fucking hate you, but fine, yes.”
The hips start up again, moving fast and quick, as does Jared’s hand to get Jensen off. “I get the copies and the conference room.”
“Fuck, yes, okay,” he groans. Then he’s moaning as he comes, hips pitching up, back arched.
Jared’s grinning down on him, fucking faster. “You just came on my desk. Fuck, you totally did.” He kisses, tongue pressing in far as his hips kick up a few more times then he’s coming as well, stuttering into Jensen before sinking against his body.
Harsh breathing forces their chests together and Jensen shifts under Jared. He tilts his head to kiss Jared’s jaw. “Almost did on the copier.”
Jared rises to his elbows and chuckles. “Why didn’t you?”
“Didn’t wanna make a mess of it,” he grumbles.
Jared laughs into Jensen’s mouth with a lazy kiss. “You’re so dedicated to your job.”
“I’m grateful you kept us off the rug this time.” They both look over Jared’s shoulder to a faint spot near the aisle. “That shit’s a bitch to get out.”
Another laugh and kiss, and Jared slides up over Jensen, turning to his side to rest on what little room is left on the desk. “Yeah, but it sure was fun putting it there.”
“Yeah,” Jensen says with a faint smile.
When they’re settled enough to use their legs, they move off the desk, dressing on their way through the aisle of cubicles, and Jared rushes to the copier with a smirk. As he snatches up all the papers, Jensen makes quick work with some nearby window cleaner and a rag.
Jared snorts, but once Jensen’s done and walking, he presses into Jensen’s back, arms around his shoulders. He holds the copies in front of them as they amble through the office. Jared pauses on one where his fingers are barely in Jensen’s ass, ring stretched over two fingertips, and then he groans and kisses Jensen’s throat. He sucks on Jensen’s ear, mumbling, “Conference room, now.”
Jensen wraps an arm up and around Jared’s neck, keeping him close, but he shakes his head. “I’ve had enough of office equipment. See it every day.”
“I know, I love it,” Jared grins into Jensen’s cheek.
After a few long breaths, and Jared intent on licking a patch from his ear down to his shoulder and nibbling, Jensen sighs. “Okay, fine. You know I can’t say no.”
Rating: NC-17 for sexin!
Words: 2,000ish
Summary: One quick stop in the office turns into a great, long time.
Notes: For deirdre_c's donation to help_chile :-D Pornyfuntimes from Just a Little Office Maintenance.
Beta: Thanks to kelleigh!
The overhead fluorescent flickers as Jared drifts between cubicles with only his head in sight for Jensen to follow. He wants to mock Jared for making them come back to his office. It’s not like Jared wouldn’t survive one weekend without his key card. Jensen would certainly let him in on Monday, but Jared had insisted and, as Jensen has so easily found out, he has issues with saying no to Jared. Add on a handful of drinks from happy hour and it’s downright impossible.
He likes to think that’s why he’s in a customer service field. Because he likes fixing things and making people happier for it.
At that thought, Jensen strolls up to the Epson 5520, the newest printer in the Pellegrino and Associates office. He’d helped the servicemen reel it in that morning and is still amazed at the size of the thing.
Jensen lifts the hood with a small smile, fingers swiping over the cool glass. It’s brand new and the answer to all of the office’s problems with the last model constantly malfunctioning.
The printer beeps and when Jensen looks down, Jared’s hand is splayed over the touch screen controls. Then he’s huddled against Jensen, chin at his shoulder and fingers pressing across the sensors.
“What’re you doing?” Jensen spits out.
“Just checking out the merchandise,” Jared says on a smirk as he presses another button and the machine whirs to life. The copier flares, lighting up Jensen’s face and Jared laughs with it, kissing along Jensen’s neck.
“God, c’mon,” Jensen complains as he turns to face Jared, wincing then blinking away white spots. “I’m blind now.”
“Aww, my poor guy,” Jared playfully whimpers just before kissing him. His tongue slips between Jensen’s lips, curling inside Jensen’s mouth as he pushes him into the machine.
In seconds, they’re full on making out with loud smacks of lips, hands roaming then grabbing onto clothes. Jensen’s hands press into Jared’s back, fingers curling into the waistband and pulling him in tighter.
Jared goes right for Jensen’s fly, pulling it down and away then slides his hands over Jensen’s ass, squeezing firm at the juncture of his thighs. Swiftly, Jared tugs him up, lifting and holding with one solid hand at his back and Jensen’s legs tight around his hips.
Jensen moans into Jared’s mouth, unable to put to words how it feels when Jared manhandles him. He returns the favor with a rough hand in Jared’s hair, yanking so he can direct the kiss.
The arm around Jensen’s back pulls tighter as Jared’s other hand tugs Jensen’s jeans off his hips. He sets Jensen onto the machine before they’re back to kissing again.
“This machine breaks,” Jensen grumbles. “I swear to God …”
“Shut up,” Jared says with a grin as he slips a hand into Jensen’s crack, fingers pressing skin apart and teasing at Jensen’s hole.
Jensen moans on that, but then he’s louder when the printer’s buttons noise off to Jared’s other hand. The machine flashes, copying his ass. “What? No,” Jensen whines as he twists away and watches a sheet of paper land in the waiting tray.
Jared pushes himself into Jensen’s space and watches as he grabs the sheet and turns it over. Then Jared’s groaning against his jaw as they both look at the black and white photo of Jensen’s spread cheeks and Jared’s long fingers pressing at the hole.
Jensen has to admit - to himself at least - it’s pretty fucking hot. A tiny moan escapes and he tries to swallow it, but he can’t. And Jared heard, so they’re back to kissing and Jared’s back to photocopying Jensen’s ass. They keep looking over the copies together, barely breathing as each one shows the varying degrees of Jared’s finger slinking inside
When one shot shows Jared’s middle finger tucked tight and his index just starting to creep in alongside it, Jensen whimpers then punches the copy button himself.
Jared grins and bites at Jensen’s lips, licking when he can manage, but it’s obvious that Jensen’s sudden participation is turning Jared on even more than the copies could.
The unfortunate thing is that when they start to press closer together, when they try to find friction between them, the photos become blurred black sheets as Jensen’s pulled away from the screen.
Jared backs away for a moment, eyes quickly raking over the machine before he nudges a box of printer paper close and steps onto it.
Jensen laughs deliriously. “Okay, I swear, you get up here, it’ll be the hottest thing ever,” he rushes out with a hand at Jared’s chest while his own lungs are punching out air at a ridiculous rate. “But I ain’t the one explaining when it’s busted on Monday morning.”
Jared leans in close and whines but keeps his feet on the box. “You always ruin my fun.”
Fingers clench in Jared’s hair as Jensen nearly ravages his mouth, especially so when Jared closes a fist around Jensen’s dick and strokes. Jensen scoots back on the glass, leans into the wall and watches Jared mouth down his chest while his hand moves faster and faster. Then Jared’s licking over the head, mouth closing over it even quicker.
Jensen reels back a few inches as Jared dips even lower, now mouthing at his balls. He whimpers as Jared’s hands squeeze the backs of his thighs, pushing them up and open, then swipes his tongue long and flat across Jensen’s balls. Jensen fumbles at the sensation, hand groping over the touch screen and when the buttons beep, he smirks and looks away from Jared long enough to hit copy.
He struggles to see the photo fast enough, but it’s the perfect one: Jensen’s ass pressed against the glass, balls at the very edge, and Jared’s tongue slinking between them.
As Jared closes his lips around one ball, Jensen hits the green button. Then again, and again, to find the best angle of Jared’s mouth full, lips sucking.
Jensen can feel his orgasm build, and he calls for Jared with warning and worry, because there’s no way he wants to come on the machine. Jared grabs Jensen’s ass again, pulling him off the glass and against him. They’re grinding and kissing, leaving Jensen breathless to Jared’s unrelenting mouth.
“Now what?” he murmurs.
Jared smiles into the kiss. “How about my boss’s office?”
“Oh my God, no way, no how.“ Jensen instantly fights back, but he also grabs onto Jared’s hair to angle him just right for a deep kiss, fucking right into Jared’s mouth.
“How about mine?”
“You have a cubicle,” he drifts off as Jared steps onto Jensen’s jeans, currently stuck around his ankles. As Jared pulls Jensen with, he stomps the jeans down so Jensen can step out and walk freely all the way to his cube.
Using one long arm, Jared sends papers and binders and pens scattering across one side of his desk then leans into Jensen so he lands in the open space. Jared rests over Jensen, hand falling between his legs and fingers sliding in. Jensen whimpers, right into Jared’s mouth, but he can’t stop rutting down onto his hand. And when Jared moves away to a desk drawer, Jensen’s hips act of their own accord, almost begging for his hand to return.
Jared comes back with lube and Jensen snorts, knowing it came from the bottom drawer stash Jared tempts him with on a regular basis. “You’re disgusting.”
“I thought you liked it dirty,” Jared smirks down on him, slicking up his fingers and popping two inside with little problem. When Jensen clenches his ass, Jared moans, “God, Jen,” and closes his eyes, pausing for a moment.
“Got me here and now you’re gonna make me wait all day?”
Jared chuckles then starts fingering in earnest. He grabs onto Jensen’s thigh and gropes the muscle before digging fingers in and pulling Jensen down onto his hand. Jensen’s hands scrabble on the desk, pushing more papers out of the way while he tries to steady his hands, find something to hold onto.
The fingers slip away again but then Jared’s pushing his pants all the way down, lubing up and pushing in. He plants palms on either side of Jensen’s head and Jensen grabs hold of Jared’s arms, grinding down onto his dick. They’re rolling together, grunting, and sweating, and Jensen loses his grip on Jared’s biceps. Jared’s hands are tight around Jensen’s thighs, pulling him down then pushing him away, and he watches his dick sliding out and punching right back in. Jensen can’t do anything but let it happen, breath tight in his chest and hands gripping the edge of the desk above his head.
They lose the rhythm, even while the panting is regular, and Jensen’s hand comes down to start a steady stroke on his own dick. Jared bats at his hand and they start fighting for it, Jensen in ridiculous laughter and Jared sneering with a smile.
“Fuck, just let me,” Jensen groans.
“Not yet,” Jared grunts, but he’s smirking.
“God, I … shit, Jay, you get the copies.”
Jared slows his thrusts and holds Jensen’s hands away from their bodies, fingers threading between each other. “Yeah? All of ‘em?”
“Yeah. All the fucking copies you want. Just fucking finish this.”
He dips down to bite at Jensen’s mouth, but his hips pick up speed again, jacking right into Jensen. “And you blow me in the conference room.”
“Fuck no.”
Jared’s hand closes over Jensen’s dick, sliding down but then holding. He stops fucking Jensen long enough for his full attention. Jared rolls his hips just once and laughs, “Fuck yes,” at Jensen’s squirming.
“God,” Jensen groans, tipping his head back with clenched eyes. “I fucking hate you, but fine, yes.”
The hips start up again, moving fast and quick, as does Jared’s hand to get Jensen off. “I get the copies and the conference room.”
“Fuck, yes, okay,” he groans. Then he’s moaning as he comes, hips pitching up, back arched.
Jared’s grinning down on him, fucking faster. “You just came on my desk. Fuck, you totally did.” He kisses, tongue pressing in far as his hips kick up a few more times then he’s coming as well, stuttering into Jensen before sinking against his body.
Harsh breathing forces their chests together and Jensen shifts under Jared. He tilts his head to kiss Jared’s jaw. “Almost did on the copier.”
Jared rises to his elbows and chuckles. “Why didn’t you?”
“Didn’t wanna make a mess of it,” he grumbles.
Jared laughs into Jensen’s mouth with a lazy kiss. “You’re so dedicated to your job.”
“I’m grateful you kept us off the rug this time.” They both look over Jared’s shoulder to a faint spot near the aisle. “That shit’s a bitch to get out.”
Another laugh and kiss, and Jared slides up over Jensen, turning to his side to rest on what little room is left on the desk. “Yeah, but it sure was fun putting it there.”
“Yeah,” Jensen says with a faint smile.
When they’re settled enough to use their legs, they move off the desk, dressing on their way through the aisle of cubicles, and Jared rushes to the copier with a smirk. As he snatches up all the papers, Jensen makes quick work with some nearby window cleaner and a rag.
Jared snorts, but once Jensen’s done and walking, he presses into Jensen’s back, arms around his shoulders. He holds the copies in front of them as they amble through the office. Jared pauses on one where his fingers are barely in Jensen’s ass, ring stretched over two fingertips, and then he groans and kisses Jensen’s throat. He sucks on Jensen’s ear, mumbling, “Conference room, now.”
Jensen wraps an arm up and around Jared’s neck, keeping him close, but he shakes his head. “I’ve had enough of office equipment. See it every day.”
“I know, I love it,” Jared grins into Jensen’s cheek.
After a few long breaths, and Jared intent on licking a patch from his ear down to his shoulder and nibbling, Jensen sighs. “Okay, fine. You know I can’t say no.”