Fic: "A moment in Time" Steve/Jensen (R)
Title: A moment in time
Author: the_milky_way
Fandom: RPS
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairings: Jensen/Steve
Words: 1.390
Beta: Thank you so much parka_girl
Summary: There is a surprise and Steve likes it.. a lot.
Disclaimer: Not real, didn't happen. I don't own any of them.
Notes:
Written for the Fall Fandom Free-For-All campaign, for bellasianna, who wanted Steve/Jensen.
Steve knows this isn’t anything like what he had planned for tonight. He didn’t know if he was even going to have the chance to get close. Not with all of their friends being there and occupied with different circles of friends.
The music thrums around him, tunes making him dizzy even though they're muted through the walls. It's louder then the blood rushing in his ears.
Everything is unfocused, just a jumble of feelings. Flashes of light and heat racing through his mind, his body. The room is dark, only a little light comes through the window, but he doesn’t need to see to know who has him pinned to the bed. He’d know that mouth, the sound of his breathing, that way of touching, anywhere.
He is hot, sticky and dizzy. Sweat clings to the shirt he's still wearing. His fingers are clenched into the bedspread, his other hand into soft, spiky hair. Steve is pinned, not by force, but by fingertips stroking up and down his hips, teasing and causing goose bumps.
A moan escapes his parted lips when the soft mouth move from hips to the base of his cock, sucking slightly with just the right pressure. A hand joins the mouth and he can’t hold back anymore, has to arch hips, to close his eyes.
Heat and pleasure are building up inside of him. He loves this feeling of being out of control, loves that only one person has been able to accomplish this while never letting Steve know he doesn't have control in those situations. Steve never feels useless. Instead, he loves being so out of that it makes the other person lose it as well.
It’s like music, like they are in tune. Every hum, every moan and groan fit, creates a tune only they can play between them, that only they know how to interpret. Making the other one feel good through touches, through low noises and loud sounds. They always try to best each other.
It’s a game he loves, sometimes even more than the greatest passion of his live. Music itself. And sometimes he thinks it can’t be healthy to be so addicted to something, to someone. He is addicted.
He knows he is getting louder with every lick, with every stroke on heated skin. He doesn’t care. He can’t care anymore when heat engulfs him whole and there are only seconds before everything whites out.
**
When he can finally focus, the fingers are back on his hips, but now the body attached to them is snuggled close, almost blanketing him. Every time this happens it surprises him, because, really, they don’t cuddle all that much.
But then again, Jensen wasn't usually that spontaneous either. He’d surprised Steve when he showed up earlier. Not that Steve minded, it was always good to see Jensen, but it rarely happened that he was alone when he did show up. It was almost always at one of the parties Steve and Chris throw when they're in LA at the same time.
Of course, Jensen wasn’t often alone in LA either. Sometimes, Steve thought, he just can't help being jealous about it. Then Jensen’s best friend, and now roommate, would do something so Jared-like that Steve couldn’t help it but like him way too much to keep being jealous. And really, he knows Jensen too well anyway.
The music outside had quieted down to soft ballad-like tunes, with a little country mixed in -- making it kind of clear who's DJing now. The soft chuckle against his neck lets him know that Jensen's thinking the same thing.
Steve pulls Jensen closer, places a soft kiss on his hair, letting him tug himself under Steve’s chin. It’s a quiet moment, despite the noises from beyond the door, despite the thoughts still racing through Steve’s head and despite the heat still lingering between them.
Jensen moves a little, just to settle more comfortably and Steve can’t help but snort at the wet spot on Jensen's thigh.
“Got excited?”
“You know I do. Especially when we might get caught.”
“Yeah … Chris will kill us.”
“Hey, not our fault that he wanted the first room that was on the floor so badly. He's got to be used to people crashing in here now and then. At least during parties.”
Steve snorts, because yes, Chris really had to be cursing himself for wanting the room so badly. It wasn’t the first time that he and Jensen had mocked Kane about it, and it certainly wasn't the first time that they ended up on Chris’s bed. Without Chris, of course. Because even though they don’t really spend that much time together, they still think of this as exclusive, at least for as long as it's going on.
“What are you doing here anyway?”
Jensen looks up when Steve speaks, and even though it's too dark to make out any real expressions, Steve can see white teeth flash at him.
“I thought it was obvious.”
“Yeah.. right… No. I mean I thought you wouldn’t be down for another week. I kind of didn’t expect you to show up today.”
“As I said before I slammed you against the wall, surprise.”
“Really, Jen. I just want to know that you aren’t in any trouble with Kripke or someone on set ... Because you usually only fly down on a short notice when something is up.”
“Dude, can’t you just be happy that I am here?”
The sigh and Jensen’s fingers tightening around his hip are a sure sign that Steve's pushing it. And pushing Jensen sometimes isn’t such a good idea. The thought of a lingering fight, of maybe losing the relaxed atmosphere and destroying the surprise makes Steve stutter. He hates how Jensen can reduce him to his, but he loves that he can do the same to Jensen.
“I am. I really am…. I.. “
Steve shrugs, he isn’t sure how to get out of this. It’s a trap he’s set himself. He knows Jensen hates being prodded, hates interrogations about his life. Steve feels guilty, just for a second, before he realizes that Jensen is laughing. A low, deep rumble against Steve’s side, but unmistakably laughter.
“You're an ass. You know that, right?”
“Awww, baby… It’s just so much fun.”
“What? To play on my insecurities?”
“I am sorry. Really… I am." He pauses, "Okay, you wanna know? Jared needed to look at some things for the house, but well whatever it was he wanted isn't available in Vancouver. Or, at least not the way he wants them. Don’t ask me." Another pause. "Anyway, he booked the flights so that I can help, I slipped away while he was in the middle of chatting up a nice sales girl. End of story.”
“Okay.”
Steve doesn’t even mind that Jared's around somewhere. Because Jared brought Jensen with him and Steve suspects that Jared knows, just like Chris knows. And sometimes, Steve thinks, Jared drags Jensen down to LA on purpose, using every excuse he can come up with. Maybe Steve should pay for the next big breakfast they all have together. He owes Jared a least that much.
“I just wanted to see you, Steve. And it will be a while before I get any more days off.”
Jensen doesn’t have the chance to say anything more because Steve is on him, mouth and tongue working to lick Jensen’s lips open.
It doesn’t take long for them to lose their remaining clothes and when Jensen asks if Steve is ready for round two, Steve just growls and lunges at him.
**
It’s a long night that follows and it's only Chris’s indignant squawk in the early hours of the morning that finally wakes them. Just long enough to dress haphazardly and stumble into Steve’s room.
Steve crawls back into bed, and into Jensen’s arms. They cuddle a little, then Jensen pulls him closer and murmurs into his ear.
“I'm here, Steve.”
Steve knows Jensen isn’t just talking about right now, but about every other time that'll follow.
“Are you sure?”
“I'm here. I am and I won’t be anywhere else. You should know that by now.”
Jensen smiles that smile and Steve knows. He just knows. And, he thinks, he can live with that. Definitely live with it.
Author: the_milky_way
Fandom: RPS
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairings: Jensen/Steve
Words: 1.390
Beta: Thank you so much parka_girl
Summary: There is a surprise and Steve likes it.. a lot.
Disclaimer: Not real, didn't happen. I don't own any of them.
Notes:
Written for the Fall Fandom Free-For-All campaign, for bellasianna, who wanted Steve/Jensen.
Steve knows this isn’t anything like what he had planned for tonight. He didn’t know if he was even going to have the chance to get close. Not with all of their friends being there and occupied with different circles of friends.
The music thrums around him, tunes making him dizzy even though they're muted through the walls. It's louder then the blood rushing in his ears.
Everything is unfocused, just a jumble of feelings. Flashes of light and heat racing through his mind, his body. The room is dark, only a little light comes through the window, but he doesn’t need to see to know who has him pinned to the bed. He’d know that mouth, the sound of his breathing, that way of touching, anywhere.
He is hot, sticky and dizzy. Sweat clings to the shirt he's still wearing. His fingers are clenched into the bedspread, his other hand into soft, spiky hair. Steve is pinned, not by force, but by fingertips stroking up and down his hips, teasing and causing goose bumps.
A moan escapes his parted lips when the soft mouth move from hips to the base of his cock, sucking slightly with just the right pressure. A hand joins the mouth and he can’t hold back anymore, has to arch hips, to close his eyes.
Heat and pleasure are building up inside of him. He loves this feeling of being out of control, loves that only one person has been able to accomplish this while never letting Steve know he doesn't have control in those situations. Steve never feels useless. Instead, he loves being so out of that it makes the other person lose it as well.
It’s like music, like they are in tune. Every hum, every moan and groan fit, creates a tune only they can play between them, that only they know how to interpret. Making the other one feel good through touches, through low noises and loud sounds. They always try to best each other.
It’s a game he loves, sometimes even more than the greatest passion of his live. Music itself. And sometimes he thinks it can’t be healthy to be so addicted to something, to someone. He is addicted.
He knows he is getting louder with every lick, with every stroke on heated skin. He doesn’t care. He can’t care anymore when heat engulfs him whole and there are only seconds before everything whites out.
**
When he can finally focus, the fingers are back on his hips, but now the body attached to them is snuggled close, almost blanketing him. Every time this happens it surprises him, because, really, they don’t cuddle all that much.
But then again, Jensen wasn't usually that spontaneous either. He’d surprised Steve when he showed up earlier. Not that Steve minded, it was always good to see Jensen, but it rarely happened that he was alone when he did show up. It was almost always at one of the parties Steve and Chris throw when they're in LA at the same time.
Of course, Jensen wasn’t often alone in LA either. Sometimes, Steve thought, he just can't help being jealous about it. Then Jensen’s best friend, and now roommate, would do something so Jared-like that Steve couldn’t help it but like him way too much to keep being jealous. And really, he knows Jensen too well anyway.
The music outside had quieted down to soft ballad-like tunes, with a little country mixed in -- making it kind of clear who's DJing now. The soft chuckle against his neck lets him know that Jensen's thinking the same thing.
Steve pulls Jensen closer, places a soft kiss on his hair, letting him tug himself under Steve’s chin. It’s a quiet moment, despite the noises from beyond the door, despite the thoughts still racing through Steve’s head and despite the heat still lingering between them.
Jensen moves a little, just to settle more comfortably and Steve can’t help but snort at the wet spot on Jensen's thigh.
“Got excited?”
“You know I do. Especially when we might get caught.”
“Yeah … Chris will kill us.”
“Hey, not our fault that he wanted the first room that was on the floor so badly. He's got to be used to people crashing in here now and then. At least during parties.”
Steve snorts, because yes, Chris really had to be cursing himself for wanting the room so badly. It wasn’t the first time that he and Jensen had mocked Kane about it, and it certainly wasn't the first time that they ended up on Chris’s bed. Without Chris, of course. Because even though they don’t really spend that much time together, they still think of this as exclusive, at least for as long as it's going on.
“What are you doing here anyway?”
Jensen looks up when Steve speaks, and even though it's too dark to make out any real expressions, Steve can see white teeth flash at him.
“I thought it was obvious.”
“Yeah.. right… No. I mean I thought you wouldn’t be down for another week. I kind of didn’t expect you to show up today.”
“As I said before I slammed you against the wall, surprise.”
“Really, Jen. I just want to know that you aren’t in any trouble with Kripke or someone on set ... Because you usually only fly down on a short notice when something is up.”
“Dude, can’t you just be happy that I am here?”
The sigh and Jensen’s fingers tightening around his hip are a sure sign that Steve's pushing it. And pushing Jensen sometimes isn’t such a good idea. The thought of a lingering fight, of maybe losing the relaxed atmosphere and destroying the surprise makes Steve stutter. He hates how Jensen can reduce him to his, but he loves that he can do the same to Jensen.
“I am. I really am…. I.. “
Steve shrugs, he isn’t sure how to get out of this. It’s a trap he’s set himself. He knows Jensen hates being prodded, hates interrogations about his life. Steve feels guilty, just for a second, before he realizes that Jensen is laughing. A low, deep rumble against Steve’s side, but unmistakably laughter.
“You're an ass. You know that, right?”
“Awww, baby… It’s just so much fun.”
“What? To play on my insecurities?”
“I am sorry. Really… I am." He pauses, "Okay, you wanna know? Jared needed to look at some things for the house, but well whatever it was he wanted isn't available in Vancouver. Or, at least not the way he wants them. Don’t ask me." Another pause. "Anyway, he booked the flights so that I can help, I slipped away while he was in the middle of chatting up a nice sales girl. End of story.”
“Okay.”
Steve doesn’t even mind that Jared's around somewhere. Because Jared brought Jensen with him and Steve suspects that Jared knows, just like Chris knows. And sometimes, Steve thinks, Jared drags Jensen down to LA on purpose, using every excuse he can come up with. Maybe Steve should pay for the next big breakfast they all have together. He owes Jared a least that much.
“I just wanted to see you, Steve. And it will be a while before I get any more days off.”
Jensen doesn’t have the chance to say anything more because Steve is on him, mouth and tongue working to lick Jensen’s lips open.
It doesn’t take long for them to lose their remaining clothes and when Jensen asks if Steve is ready for round two, Steve just growls and lunges at him.
**
It’s a long night that follows and it's only Chris’s indignant squawk in the early hours of the morning that finally wakes them. Just long enough to dress haphazardly and stumble into Steve’s room.
Steve crawls back into bed, and into Jensen’s arms. They cuddle a little, then Jensen pulls him closer and murmurs into his ear.
“I'm here, Steve.”
Steve knows Jensen isn’t just talking about right now, but about every other time that'll follow.
“Are you sure?”
“I'm here. I am and I won’t be anywhere else. You should know that by now.”
Jensen smiles that smile and Steve knows. He just knows. And, he thinks, he can live with that. Definitely live with it.