Elixir
Title: Elixir
Author: firesign10
Beta: pipisafoat
Pairing(s): Jared/Jensen
Genre: SPN RPS, AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M sex (but not in this part)
Spoiler(s): None
Summary: Jensen's looking for true love... can a hot dance club be the place to find it?
Disclaimer: It's all fiction, Jensen and Jared belong to themselves, I have an overactive imagination.
Note: Part 1 of a predicted 3 or 4 parts.
Jensen showed the bouncer his ID, paid the cover, and entered the club, nervousness and excitement mingling inside him. He'd been in other clubs many times, but this was his first time at Elixir. He'd heard a lot about the fantastic atmosphere, the great DJs, the amazing hook-ups in the back room. As he entered the main club area from the entryway, colored rays of light swooped through the darkened space, causing glitter and confetti to sparkle as it wafted through the air. Dance mixes, throbbing with bass, pulsed out of a massive sound system, constantly urging people onto the dance floor. Bodies jumped and writhed, arms waving and asses shaking, faces cheering, laughing, singing loudly. It was like a huge, cotton candy carnival of sensuality.
Jensen's heart sped up - as hard as he tried to appear blasé, the atmosphere was charged with excitement, and it affected him. People were pushing past him now, headed to the stairs leading down onto the main club floor. Jensen let himself get caught up in the current, gliding down the staircase and drifting over to the bar. He estimated a good 70% of the dancers had their shirts off, whether they were hanging from back pockets or simply gone. It made for a buffet of buff - white, black, any shade in between; skinny, built, chubby, muscled; hairy or hairless, a chest for any taste. Jensen was both kind of intimidated and kind of turned on by all the flesh on display.
The first thing he needed was a drink, so Jensen caught a bartender's eye and ordered a beer and a shot of whiskey. The whiskey went down warm and the beer went down ice cold. Feeling more relaxed now, Jensen took his beer and moved to watch the dance floor. He wasn't sure that he was up for dancing himself, and he definitely wasn't looking to hook up tonight - he just wanted to check out the scene here.
He enjoyed his wallflower position for a while, politely declining looks of interest and subtle inquiries. He watched men of every flavor and configuration moving in time together to the dance grooves. All around him, would-be hook-ups were rebuffed or assignations were accepted, most with hardly a word exchanged. Jensen shook his head at these interactions - he'd been there and done that as far as the fucking for fucking's sake. It was just . . . he felt he needed something different. There were men on the floor who were actually talking to other men, making an effort to move beyond the empty pick-up sex. Jensen sympathized with them - he would like to find something more than just making his dick happy. He wanted to meet someone, someone he could dance with, sure, but not just a fuck. Someone to sleep with through the night, to do things with, to share his life with. Jensen shook his head at himself, wondering when he got hit with the romance stick. He wasn't sure Elixir was going to be the place to find all this, but it was a Saturday night and a guy had to start somewhere.
A dance mix of Lady GaGa's 'Born This Way' started booming through the speakers, causing a ripple effect over the dance floor. Jensen heard a particularly hearty whoop, so loud and exuberant that he had to smile. His eyes roamed over the crowd, curious as to who had generated such an infectious cheer. A spotlight arced from behind Jensen, slicing through the crowd, and then it spotlighted a man dancing with such energy that he had to be the source of the whooping.
He was a tall son of a bitch, easily 4 inches above the majority of the crowd. His arms were waving up in the air, his head nodding to the music. Long brown hair curled around his ears and neck, tousled from dancing and the way he kept pushing his hand through it. Jensen couldn't see much of him through the bodies, but his face was bright and lively, with a wide smile. He was very attractive certainly, but Jensen felt curious about him beyond the man's good looks. Someone that happy, that joyously in the moment - that was someone special. Jensen's cynical side tried to mutter something about 'E' and crystal, but Jensen resolutely squashed that. He needed to believe that it wasn't drugs, that there was some innate happiness luring him to the tall man.
And he was lured, too, because he was already moving before he realized that he'd decided. Angling through the churning mass of male flesh, Jensen drew closer to his target. Glimpses of the tall man's body started coming into view, and Jensen's dick responded before his brain did. Broad shoulders, a deep chest, all layered with well-defined musculature and gleaming with a sheen of sweat. Watching those muscles move sinuously as the man danced was a beautiful sight, one that Jensen heartily appreciated. Those wide shoulders funneled down to a trim waist and narrow hips, the gorgeous muscles shifting into beautifully segmented abdominals and sharp hip cuts. There wasn't any question about the V of the hip cuts, because the man's jeans rode down low, not only showing that sexy V but also a dark treasure trail starting just below his navel and running into the jeans. Jensen wondered first how the jeans were managing to even stay up, and second if that was really the top edge of pubic hair peeking out above the button. Jensen's own jeans were feeling pretty tight, and he tried to nudge himself into a more comfortable position as he wiggled through the crowd. The man's happiness was still the paramount attraction, but Jensen had to admit how totally fucking hot he was too.
There were several men dancing around the tall, happy man - the guy was gorgeous and hot, of course he was attracting other men like mosquitoes to a bug zapper. Jensen felt compelled to reach him, though, and his own 6'1" height and good-size, muscled frame let him keep moving through the dancers between him and the tall man. Finally, Jensen was there - an arms-length way from the man who just got more and more appealing the closer Jensen got. Now Jensen could see the gold and caramel highlights in the dark brown hair, catching the lights and gleaming. He could see the delight with which the man danced was no illusion, but radiated out from him. And the final detail, the one that sealed the deal for Jensen, was the discovery of deep dimples, flashing with every grin and smile. Those dimples cut right into Jensen's heart, stamping it 'sold!' for this man whose name Jensen didn't even know yet.
on to Part 2
Author: firesign10
Beta: pipisafoat
Pairing(s): Jared/Jensen
Genre: SPN RPS, AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M sex (but not in this part)
Spoiler(s): None
Summary: Jensen's looking for true love... can a hot dance club be the place to find it?
Disclaimer: It's all fiction, Jensen and Jared belong to themselves, I have an overactive imagination.
Note: Part 1 of a predicted 3 or 4 parts.
Jensen showed the bouncer his ID, paid the cover, and entered the club, nervousness and excitement mingling inside him. He'd been in other clubs many times, but this was his first time at Elixir. He'd heard a lot about the fantastic atmosphere, the great DJs, the amazing hook-ups in the back room. As he entered the main club area from the entryway, colored rays of light swooped through the darkened space, causing glitter and confetti to sparkle as it wafted through the air. Dance mixes, throbbing with bass, pulsed out of a massive sound system, constantly urging people onto the dance floor. Bodies jumped and writhed, arms waving and asses shaking, faces cheering, laughing, singing loudly. It was like a huge, cotton candy carnival of sensuality.
Jensen's heart sped up - as hard as he tried to appear blasé, the atmosphere was charged with excitement, and it affected him. People were pushing past him now, headed to the stairs leading down onto the main club floor. Jensen let himself get caught up in the current, gliding down the staircase and drifting over to the bar. He estimated a good 70% of the dancers had their shirts off, whether they were hanging from back pockets or simply gone. It made for a buffet of buff - white, black, any shade in between; skinny, built, chubby, muscled; hairy or hairless, a chest for any taste. Jensen was both kind of intimidated and kind of turned on by all the flesh on display.
The first thing he needed was a drink, so Jensen caught a bartender's eye and ordered a beer and a shot of whiskey. The whiskey went down warm and the beer went down ice cold. Feeling more relaxed now, Jensen took his beer and moved to watch the dance floor. He wasn't sure that he was up for dancing himself, and he definitely wasn't looking to hook up tonight - he just wanted to check out the scene here.
He enjoyed his wallflower position for a while, politely declining looks of interest and subtle inquiries. He watched men of every flavor and configuration moving in time together to the dance grooves. All around him, would-be hook-ups were rebuffed or assignations were accepted, most with hardly a word exchanged. Jensen shook his head at these interactions - he'd been there and done that as far as the fucking for fucking's sake. It was just . . . he felt he needed something different. There were men on the floor who were actually talking to other men, making an effort to move beyond the empty pick-up sex. Jensen sympathized with them - he would like to find something more than just making his dick happy. He wanted to meet someone, someone he could dance with, sure, but not just a fuck. Someone to sleep with through the night, to do things with, to share his life with. Jensen shook his head at himself, wondering when he got hit with the romance stick. He wasn't sure Elixir was going to be the place to find all this, but it was a Saturday night and a guy had to start somewhere.
A dance mix of Lady GaGa's 'Born This Way' started booming through the speakers, causing a ripple effect over the dance floor. Jensen heard a particularly hearty whoop, so loud and exuberant that he had to smile. His eyes roamed over the crowd, curious as to who had generated such an infectious cheer. A spotlight arced from behind Jensen, slicing through the crowd, and then it spotlighted a man dancing with such energy that he had to be the source of the whooping.
He was a tall son of a bitch, easily 4 inches above the majority of the crowd. His arms were waving up in the air, his head nodding to the music. Long brown hair curled around his ears and neck, tousled from dancing and the way he kept pushing his hand through it. Jensen couldn't see much of him through the bodies, but his face was bright and lively, with a wide smile. He was very attractive certainly, but Jensen felt curious about him beyond the man's good looks. Someone that happy, that joyously in the moment - that was someone special. Jensen's cynical side tried to mutter something about 'E' and crystal, but Jensen resolutely squashed that. He needed to believe that it wasn't drugs, that there was some innate happiness luring him to the tall man.
And he was lured, too, because he was already moving before he realized that he'd decided. Angling through the churning mass of male flesh, Jensen drew closer to his target. Glimpses of the tall man's body started coming into view, and Jensen's dick responded before his brain did. Broad shoulders, a deep chest, all layered with well-defined musculature and gleaming with a sheen of sweat. Watching those muscles move sinuously as the man danced was a beautiful sight, one that Jensen heartily appreciated. Those wide shoulders funneled down to a trim waist and narrow hips, the gorgeous muscles shifting into beautifully segmented abdominals and sharp hip cuts. There wasn't any question about the V of the hip cuts, because the man's jeans rode down low, not only showing that sexy V but also a dark treasure trail starting just below his navel and running into the jeans. Jensen wondered first how the jeans were managing to even stay up, and second if that was really the top edge of pubic hair peeking out above the button. Jensen's own jeans were feeling pretty tight, and he tried to nudge himself into a more comfortable position as he wiggled through the crowd. The man's happiness was still the paramount attraction, but Jensen had to admit how totally fucking hot he was too.
There were several men dancing around the tall, happy man - the guy was gorgeous and hot, of course he was attracting other men like mosquitoes to a bug zapper. Jensen felt compelled to reach him, though, and his own 6'1" height and good-size, muscled frame let him keep moving through the dancers between him and the tall man. Finally, Jensen was there - an arms-length way from the man who just got more and more appealing the closer Jensen got. Now Jensen could see the gold and caramel highlights in the dark brown hair, catching the lights and gleaming. He could see the delight with which the man danced was no illusion, but radiated out from him. And the final detail, the one that sealed the deal for Jensen, was the discovery of deep dimples, flashing with every grin and smile. Those dimples cut right into Jensen's heart, stamping it 'sold!' for this man whose name Jensen didn't even know yet.
on to Part 2