Ficlet: Under Your Spell. RPS. Jensen/Jared. PG-13
I only got two requests for Jsquared so I made them extra long. And am finishing with 14 minutes to spare before NaNo kicks off. *flails*
Separate posts because of length.
First, for nimenic, based on this icon by bittersweet_art
Title: Under Your Spell
Author: felisblanco
Characters, pairing: Jensen/Jared, Alona
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 300
Warnings: Implied d/s. Spoilers for 2.14 BUABS
Author's note: Unbeta'd. Could fit into the Whatever Makes Him Happy verse
Jensen stands at the sideline, watching Jared bend Alona over the counter, his fingers tangled in her hair as he leans in, pressing their bodies together. Jensen wonders if she can feel the erection barely visible along Jared’s thigh under the denim, if she perhaps thinks it’s for her. She hitches her breath, only half-acting, and Tobin, the director, yells, “Cut! That’s good. Just one more time, guys.”
Her face is flushed as they get back into position, her hand trembling when Jared covers it completely with his own. He doesn’t break character to sooth her, just fixes his dark gaze on her and waits for the cameras to start rolling.
By the time Tobin calls it a wrap the air in the small studio is thick with tension. There’s hardly a crewmember that isn’t breathing a little too heavy, who isn’t sweating a little more than the cool air calls for. Alona is shaky when she stands up, swaying slightly on her feet but Jared doesn’t reach out to steady her, he hardly even spares her a glance. He’s scanning the crowd, eyes narrowing to bring the darker surroundings into focus.
Jensen stays back, half-hidden, enjoying the thrill of being the hunted for once, but he can tell the moment Jared catches sight of him. If anything his eyes grow darker and he licks his lips, then gives Jensen a small nod. Jensen breathes out, slowly, then turns on his heel and walks out, across the set and out into the parking lot. His trailer is the first one on the right but he passes it without a glance and heads to Jared’s trailer instead. Once inside he closes the door behind him and walks over to the couch.
When the trailer door opens he’s on his knees, waiting.
Separate posts because of length.
First, for nimenic, based on this icon by bittersweet_art
Title: Under Your Spell
Author: felisblanco
Characters, pairing: Jensen/Jared, Alona
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 300
Warnings: Implied d/s. Spoilers for 2.14 BUABS
Author's note: Unbeta'd. Could fit into the Whatever Makes Him Happy verse
Jensen stands at the sideline, watching Jared bend Alona over the counter, his fingers tangled in her hair as he leans in, pressing their bodies together. Jensen wonders if she can feel the erection barely visible along Jared’s thigh under the denim, if she perhaps thinks it’s for her. She hitches her breath, only half-acting, and Tobin, the director, yells, “Cut! That’s good. Just one more time, guys.”
Her face is flushed as they get back into position, her hand trembling when Jared covers it completely with his own. He doesn’t break character to sooth her, just fixes his dark gaze on her and waits for the cameras to start rolling.
By the time Tobin calls it a wrap the air in the small studio is thick with tension. There’s hardly a crewmember that isn’t breathing a little too heavy, who isn’t sweating a little more than the cool air calls for. Alona is shaky when she stands up, swaying slightly on her feet but Jared doesn’t reach out to steady her, he hardly even spares her a glance. He’s scanning the crowd, eyes narrowing to bring the darker surroundings into focus.
Jensen stays back, half-hidden, enjoying the thrill of being the hunted for once, but he can tell the moment Jared catches sight of him. If anything his eyes grow darker and he licks his lips, then gives Jensen a small nod. Jensen breathes out, slowly, then turns on his heel and walks out, across the set and out into the parking lot. His trailer is the first one on the right but he passes it without a glance and heads to Jared’s trailer instead. Once inside he closes the door behind him and walks over to the couch.
When the trailer door opens he’s on his knees, waiting.