For the Love of Manips ; Ficlet
Title : For the Love of Manips
Rating : NC-17
Pairing : Jared/Jensen - Brief mention of 'wincest'.
Words : Over 1k.
Summary : Jensen can't sleep and decides to search the internet. Clicks happen.
Notes : Don't own. Thank you to someonescomet for reading it over for me -hugs-. Requested by write_light, eveluvden, and kajmere Hope you guys enjoy!
The screen's bright in the dark room. It's late, past yesterday and Jensen's forgotten that today is no longer Monday. He should be sleeping, curled in his bed but instead he's stuck in his computer chair and he looks like he's been hit by a truck. The truck in this case had been Harley who had decided to sit on him while he was sleeping and Jensen has left a sticky note on Jared's door already, curved letters telling Jared that he's going to have his ass handed to him in the morning.
The same ass, of course, that is posted all over numerous forums on the fan sites. With one little line Eric had managed to set the girls, and some guys, on a wild rampage over the curve of Jared's muscular ass. Jensen has to admit he does look pretty damn good in the jeans Jensen had bought him once. It'd been a while since they'd been shopping together, and Jensen missed it. Jared would make fun of him all the time about his prep school style and while they did everything together, the internet was not one of them anymore.
They'd done it once, a few years back. One of their mutual friends had emailed Jared a link. It was the first time either of them had actually seen the phenomenon called 'Wincest'. It had taken both of them a while to realize that the picture was one of them in some of the earlier episodes, and Jensen was pretty sure that wasn't his body pressed against Jared's. However, it was definitely his mouth hanging open and his eyes tightly closed. There was shock written all over his face and when he looked to Jared it was to find a stupid shit-eating grin that left Jensen confused because fuck, he didn't know if he should kiss it or punch it or maybe both.
Since then they'd drawn a very thick line. Jared would show him Youtube videos occasionally, and there was a silent agreement about none of them involving Jared's dick and his ass. There were never questions as to why it had bothered Jensen so much, and for that he was grateful. There would be no way to answer truthfully and he'd never admit the tightening of his pants or the fact that he had saved that picture on his computer.
He was always careful now when it came to the forum hopping and now he was in Jared's fansite, a place where he was only mentioned as a 'co-star'. There was one forum at the top, a little red icon signifying that it was a hot topic and Jensen was caught on the words 'Jared', and 'kissing', and "Cock?"
The sound of his own voice scared him and he had to look around to double check that he was in his room, alone. Even Harley had left by now, unamused with his mindless staring at the computer screen. The coast was clear and he was glad he wasn't a cat because the curiosity was two breaths away from killing him.
Jensen didn't remember clicking but he must've because he finds himself face to face with a topless Jared and a vibrant rooster in his hand. Jared's got the most fuckable lips and Jensen feels his cock harden with envy for that rooster. He doesn't know when Jared took this picture, but he knows that's his hat and he should be wondering when the hell Jared snuck into his closet and where on earth he got that... thing.
Instead Jensen's left wondering how his zipper got undone and why his hand's down his pants, fingers curling around his firm cock. He's squeezing, pulling and moaning. The chair is on wheels and it almost rolls from beneath him as he's arching upwards, pressing harder. Jensen's eyes are closed but he can see Jared perfectly, his muscular body painted on the back of Jensen's eyelids like some fucking pornography poster.
Jared's name escapes into the air, Jensen's lips pressing forth the words. He didn't hear the creak of the door or the two steps it took for Jared to walk in and realize what he was witnessing. "Fuck," They're both cursing, and Jensen's opening his eyes at the sound of Jared's deep velvet voice.
They're looking at each other and Jensen's hand is still down his jeans, stuck between skin and denim. "Jared, man," Jensen can't explain it, because it looks exactly like what it is. Jared's picture is still up on the screen and there's no way to mistake to distinct smell of sex and Jensen and sweat.
There's a grin on Jared's face now, a lot like the one he had the day they discovered wincest. This time, though, his eyes are darker and he looks hungry and hot, standing there in those stupid laundry-shruken boxers. Jensen barely gets chance to realize that Jared's harder than a rod, thick and pulsing beneath the confines of fabric. It's just a moment, a breath in and then Jensen's breathing out into Jared's mouth. Jared's got his tongue so deep inside Jensen's mouth, fucking in and out like he wants to touch the back of Jensen's throat.
Jensen's not thinking anymore, just letting his fingers scratch down Jared's back and into his boxers to grip an ass fit for a God. Their groins are grinding together, cocks aching and Jensen's pretty sure he's never been so hot. They're still touching even as they move clumsily around in the desk chair, sliding fabric down legs and cursing like their mouths need a good washin'.
Jensen thinks they should move to the bed, but Jared's perfectly content to sit in the chair and hump against Jensen, hard and sloppy. The chairs spinning with their movements and Jared's pulling Jensen's hand back, pushing a finger towards his ass and begging with his lips and cock and every inch of his soul. It's like he's screaming fuck me and Jensen is more than happy to comply.
He's got his fingers deep in Jared now, pressing in and out like Jared's tongue in his mouth. Jared's moving with him, up and down and around and telling Jensen how fucking good it is. Jensen doesn't remember much about what happened between point A and point B and he can't even remember what the hell point A was but point B has Jared telling him to put it in, begging like a pretty whore, Jensen's whore.
When he nods his soon-to-be lover smiles, bigger than Jensen's ever seen. His eyes are glowing as he slides down Jensen's firm cock, his head tilting back to reveal a long creamy neck that Jensen just has to suck on and taste. By the time Jared's fully seated he's made a deep purple mark. He feels fingers at his shoulders, pushing him back.
This look is different, more of something that is terrifying to them both. They're not ready for that, not just yet, because Jensen's pretty sure if Jared doesn't move he's going to die right there and then they'll never know what is in that look. They've always been good at reading each other, and Jared knows. He's fucking himself on Jensen, thrusting down hard and screaming Jensen's name like Jensen's his God.
It's black and it's white and it's everything in between. Jensen's seeing stars and Jared's clinging so tight he's going to leave a bruise. The chair has moved across the room with the thrusts and Jared's coming all over Jensen's chest, hot and so fucking perfect. There's a clench on his cock, and it all goes dark because all he can do is feel himself let go inside Jared's warm, tight ass.
Hyperventilating doesn't describe how hard they're breathing. Jared's body is pressing over Jensen's, tired and satisfied. For some fucked up reason they're laughing, husky and warm against each others necks. "That was a really fucking good manip," Jared's suddenly whispering in his ear, and Jensen goes tense. Oh shit.
Rating : NC-17
Pairing : Jared/Jensen - Brief mention of 'wincest'.
Words : Over 1k.
Summary : Jensen can't sleep and decides to search the internet. Clicks happen.
Notes : Don't own. Thank you to someonescomet for reading it over for me -hugs-. Requested by write_light, eveluvden, and kajmere Hope you guys enjoy!
The screen's bright in the dark room. It's late, past yesterday and Jensen's forgotten that today is no longer Monday. He should be sleeping, curled in his bed but instead he's stuck in his computer chair and he looks like he's been hit by a truck. The truck in this case had been Harley who had decided to sit on him while he was sleeping and Jensen has left a sticky note on Jared's door already, curved letters telling Jared that he's going to have his ass handed to him in the morning.
The same ass, of course, that is posted all over numerous forums on the fan sites. With one little line Eric had managed to set the girls, and some guys, on a wild rampage over the curve of Jared's muscular ass. Jensen has to admit he does look pretty damn good in the jeans Jensen had bought him once. It'd been a while since they'd been shopping together, and Jensen missed it. Jared would make fun of him all the time about his prep school style and while they did everything together, the internet was not one of them anymore.
They'd done it once, a few years back. One of their mutual friends had emailed Jared a link. It was the first time either of them had actually seen the phenomenon called 'Wincest'. It had taken both of them a while to realize that the picture was one of them in some of the earlier episodes, and Jensen was pretty sure that wasn't his body pressed against Jared's. However, it was definitely his mouth hanging open and his eyes tightly closed. There was shock written all over his face and when he looked to Jared it was to find a stupid shit-eating grin that left Jensen confused because fuck, he didn't know if he should kiss it or punch it or maybe both.
Since then they'd drawn a very thick line. Jared would show him Youtube videos occasionally, and there was a silent agreement about none of them involving Jared's dick and his ass. There were never questions as to why it had bothered Jensen so much, and for that he was grateful. There would be no way to answer truthfully and he'd never admit the tightening of his pants or the fact that he had saved that picture on his computer.
He was always careful now when it came to the forum hopping and now he was in Jared's fansite, a place where he was only mentioned as a 'co-star'. There was one forum at the top, a little red icon signifying that it was a hot topic and Jensen was caught on the words 'Jared', and 'kissing', and "Cock?"
The sound of his own voice scared him and he had to look around to double check that he was in his room, alone. Even Harley had left by now, unamused with his mindless staring at the computer screen. The coast was clear and he was glad he wasn't a cat because the curiosity was two breaths away from killing him.
Jensen didn't remember clicking but he must've because he finds himself face to face with a topless Jared and a vibrant rooster in his hand. Jared's got the most fuckable lips and Jensen feels his cock harden with envy for that rooster. He doesn't know when Jared took this picture, but he knows that's his hat and he should be wondering when the hell Jared snuck into his closet and where on earth he got that... thing.
Instead Jensen's left wondering how his zipper got undone and why his hand's down his pants, fingers curling around his firm cock. He's squeezing, pulling and moaning. The chair is on wheels and it almost rolls from beneath him as he's arching upwards, pressing harder. Jensen's eyes are closed but he can see Jared perfectly, his muscular body painted on the back of Jensen's eyelids like some fucking pornography poster.
Jared's name escapes into the air, Jensen's lips pressing forth the words. He didn't hear the creak of the door or the two steps it took for Jared to walk in and realize what he was witnessing. "Fuck," They're both cursing, and Jensen's opening his eyes at the sound of Jared's deep velvet voice.
They're looking at each other and Jensen's hand is still down his jeans, stuck between skin and denim. "Jared, man," Jensen can't explain it, because it looks exactly like what it is. Jared's picture is still up on the screen and there's no way to mistake to distinct smell of sex and Jensen and sweat.
There's a grin on Jared's face now, a lot like the one he had the day they discovered wincest. This time, though, his eyes are darker and he looks hungry and hot, standing there in those stupid laundry-shruken boxers. Jensen barely gets chance to realize that Jared's harder than a rod, thick and pulsing beneath the confines of fabric. It's just a moment, a breath in and then Jensen's breathing out into Jared's mouth. Jared's got his tongue so deep inside Jensen's mouth, fucking in and out like he wants to touch the back of Jensen's throat.
Jensen's not thinking anymore, just letting his fingers scratch down Jared's back and into his boxers to grip an ass fit for a God. Their groins are grinding together, cocks aching and Jensen's pretty sure he's never been so hot. They're still touching even as they move clumsily around in the desk chair, sliding fabric down legs and cursing like their mouths need a good washin'.
Jensen thinks they should move to the bed, but Jared's perfectly content to sit in the chair and hump against Jensen, hard and sloppy. The chairs spinning with their movements and Jared's pulling Jensen's hand back, pushing a finger towards his ass and begging with his lips and cock and every inch of his soul. It's like he's screaming fuck me and Jensen is more than happy to comply.
He's got his fingers deep in Jared now, pressing in and out like Jared's tongue in his mouth. Jared's moving with him, up and down and around and telling Jensen how fucking good it is. Jensen doesn't remember much about what happened between point A and point B and he can't even remember what the hell point A was but point B has Jared telling him to put it in, begging like a pretty whore, Jensen's whore.
When he nods his soon-to-be lover smiles, bigger than Jensen's ever seen. His eyes are glowing as he slides down Jensen's firm cock, his head tilting back to reveal a long creamy neck that Jensen just has to suck on and taste. By the time Jared's fully seated he's made a deep purple mark. He feels fingers at his shoulders, pushing him back.
This look is different, more of something that is terrifying to them both. They're not ready for that, not just yet, because Jensen's pretty sure if Jared doesn't move he's going to die right there and then they'll never know what is in that look. They've always been good at reading each other, and Jared knows. He's fucking himself on Jensen, thrusting down hard and screaming Jensen's name like Jensen's his God.
It's black and it's white and it's everything in between. Jensen's seeing stars and Jared's clinging so tight he's going to leave a bruise. The chair has moved across the room with the thrusts and Jared's coming all over Jensen's chest, hot and so fucking perfect. There's a clench on his cock, and it all goes dark because all he can do is feel himself let go inside Jared's warm, tight ass.
Hyperventilating doesn't describe how hard they're breathing. Jared's body is pressing over Jensen's, tired and satisfied. For some fucked up reason they're laughing, husky and warm against each others necks. "That was a really fucking good manip," Jared's suddenly whispering in his ear, and Jensen goes tense. Oh shit.