Fic: Off the Script, Supernatural RPS, NC17, J2, 1/3, COMPLETE
Title: Off the Script
Author: jasmasson
Artist Credit: You can see the amazing cover art by the incredible cathybites here. No teaser here because it’s really not work safe.
Genre: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: J-squared, brief JA/OMC
Notes: For the spn_j2_bigbang. Also, please note this is not meant to be a searing critique or factual account of the porn industry. I have manipulated it and used some porn cliches for my own smutty purposes.
Beta: Many thanks to the endlessly patient and wonderful halfshellvenus for the beta
Rating: NC17
Archive: Now also available in one part at AO3
Word count: 22,000
Warning: This is set in the gay porn industry and features a lot of kinks, including fantasy spanking, cross-dressing and orgasm denial. Er. Yes. Also, there's fleeting reference to past underage.
Disclaimer: And so I said to Jensen, “Jensen,” I said, “do you really love Jared,” and Jensen said, “Don’t call me Jensen, love, my name’s Bob. Now, do you want fries with that or not? You’re holding up the line.”
Summary: Jensen Ackles was the porn industry’s leading star for years, until Jared Padalecki came along. Jensen’s world-weary and disillusioned. Jared’s… not.
Teaser:
Jared met Jensen’s eye and looked a tiny bit rueful and very amused, and suddenly it felt less like a 'win for me, asshole', than it did a shared joke. “You have fun.”
Jensen stifled another snicker and looked away from Jared before things went too far.
Professional, he reminded himself, picking up his script again. Not friendly.
***
Jared was hung like a horse, but an enormous cock was nothing new in this business. Jensen had seen a million of ‘em, but then again, they weren’t usually attached to anything as pretty as Jared Padalecki.
It had been Jensen’s long and depressing experience that the ‘tops’ in the gay porn business were like the guys in straight porn; picked for their dicks. He had a working theory that they were also picked with ‘the uglier the better’ in mind, to give the schmucks watching at home with their inadequate dicks in their hands the entirely false impression that even guys as ugly (or even uglier) than them could fuck hot girls and pretty guys like Jensen. Schmucks. This working theory had been damaged, however, by the arrival of Jared freaking Padalecki on the gay porn scene.
Jared was not what a ‘top’ should be like. Huge dick and huge body aside, he was young, he was pretty, he was corn-fed and clean-cut. He was wholesome, for god's sake. Wholesome. There wasn't a piercing, tattoo or moustache in sight.
Worse, even though Jared had only done one movie, it had been incredibly successful. Now, Jared was the hottest thing around - which pissed Jensen off no end, because Jensen had been the biggest name in gay porn for the last ten years. Others mostly came and went, but Jensen had a very bad feeling about Jared.
Because Jared had something more than a sweet mouth or a big dick, like most of those other flavors of the month. Jared was actually good. He could act. And that was different.
Watching Jared, you’d believe the guy he was fucking was the only person in the world right then; that Jared wanted him like he wanted to breathe. That was a challenge for tops in gay porn, where usual the formula was to degrade their fuck buddies instead. Jensen had probably been called a “dirty whorish cock-slut” or something like it more times than his actual name, all things told.
But Jared had made his name by talking dirty like an endearment, like an intimate caress. Thousands of men had melted like freakin’ romantic heroines at those dirty words delivered like kisses in Jared’s deep Texas drawl.
Jensen knew from long experience that acting in pornography wasn’t the most challenging art, but it was still more difficult than one might think. Jensen had made his name not just from his pretty face, cocksucker lips and sweet, fuckable ass; he’d made it from genuinely being able to act the part, not just blankly spread his legs and moan on cue. Jensen was the first ‘bottom’ to really get to be a star, and he’d become the brightest star in the business, bigger than Jeff Stryker. He'd worked damned hard to get there, and busted his chops to stay there - for over 10 years.
But keeping that place was getting harder, getting more unlikely every single year. Jensen had first started in the porno business at age sixteen, hungry and desperate for money, although obviously he’d lied, and told the photographer and the agency for the photo shoot he was eighteen. They hadn’t believed him, of course, but they'd wanted to. And they'd been wise enough to do what it took to maintain plausible deniability.
Jensen had been an instant hit, and less than a year later an ‘investor’ who was very appreciative of his work (or more accurately, his mouth) had bankrolled a short, black and white film starring Jensen as a naughty schoolboy. The rest, as they say, was history.
So Jensen was the biggest name in gay porn, with a huge number of fans, a hundred films and a dozen freaking porn awards for his trouble, and had made some pretty nice bank along the way.
But now, twelve years later, his days of being a naughty schoolboy were well and truly over. They'd already lasted longer than they should have - there was a certain (disturbingly large) portion of his fanbase that thought his ass was at its magnificent best when spanked, and so he'd been the world’s oldest schoolboy at age 23, thanks to full makeup and lighting and his willingness to act his (sore) ass off.
Jensen's porn roles had moved on to other successes after that. Still, he was twenty nine now, twenty-fucking-nine, a whisker away from thirty, and things were different. His face was older now; not wrinkled, still gorgeous (if he did say so himself) but just older - more mature. It was becoming ever harder to pull off the sweet, helpless, submissive characters he’d made his name from. Harder to seem that innocent.
Jensen had woken up on his twenty-ninth birthday shaking and soaked in sweat from a nightmare about selling his sagging, wrinkly ass out on the street, like the whores he pretended to be. He had pretty much been in a bad mood ever since then, and he was therefore not fucking happy about this unplanned turn of events.
This turn of events being that Jensen was signed up for three short movies co-starring none other than Jared fucking Padalecki.
Yeah. Jensen could kick himself for it now.
His most recent contract with Falcon studios was binding for three more movies, and unfortunately he hadn’t bothered to get co-star approval in the contract - because he hadn’t really cared which of the hundred big-dicked assholes in the business was going to stick it to him. But that was before Jared Padalecki appeared on the horizon, before the whole ‘Jared Padalecki and his big dick and pretty eyes, and soft, deep voice’ phenomenon took over the damned industry.
The fucking last thing Jensen wanted to do was validate that bastard’s star status by
starring in three, fucking three, pictures with him. That asshole had it made. Tops were different, tops could last until they were freakin’ eighty - OK, in a niche market, obviously, but still - they had it easy. Jensen had maybe a year or so left even with his ability to blush on demand - which cut years off his appearance - and that asshole would be laughing for decades yet.
Eric, the director, thought it was wonderful - a total coup having both of them together. He swore it could work, though Jensen didn't see it. Jensen had to wonder how even Jared, with his annoying acting skills, was going to pull off calling someone five years older than him ‘boy,’ and make it seem natural. Or how even Jensen, with his far superior acting skills, was going to act all sweet, subby and desperate for a twenty-four-year-old with shaggy hair and a stupid grin.
Speaking of which…
“Hi,” Jared said, approaching with Eric and holding out his hand. “I’m Jared.”
There was usually some awkwardness involved in meeting a co-star. “Hi, I’m X, and I’m going to stick my cock up your ass.” That last part was usually unspoken (although not always, some guys in this industry were such charmers). But it was always there, usually conveyed by a leer or a suggestive grin, or sometimes just in the awkwardness of the moment with shifty eyes and shuffling feet.
There was nothing like that with Jared, with his wide grin and honest, open eyes meeting Jensen’s.
Christ. It really did seem like this boy could act.
“Jensen,” he replied shortly, shaking Jared’s hand, firmly - because Jensen had long ago learned how important it was to demand the respect of every other asshole when you played a bottom in porn flicks. And, no, he didn’t fail to notice Jared’s hand was fucking huge, but obviously that was entirely immaterial.
“Oh, man, it’s great to be working with you,” Jared continued still grinning. Jensen smiled back, tightly, thinking kiss-ass, you're not fooling anyone.
“I’ve pretty much been a fan forever,” Jared continued, “The first gay porno I saw was one of yours when I was thirteen and didn’t really know what my dick was even for.”
Jared laughed, but Jensen felt his smile curdle on his face. Christ, he felt old.
“Great,” he said distantly, and went to get some more coffee. He was going to need it.
***
Jared Padalecki, Jensen decided, was a big huge fake. No one was that fucking friendly. No one. Especially not in this business.
But Jared appeared to think there was some money in acting like he was just that friendly. He’d get over it eventually, of course, everybody did, and would realize that a pretty ass or a big dick was the only thing that was important, and every person was just as superficial as the next. There was no need to be everybody’s friend.
Jensen could maybe understand being all nice to Eric, because Eric had a fucking huge future ahead of him. Jensen knew intellectually that getting him and Jared to do pictures together was going be out-of-this-world successful, even though he thought personally it was the worst idea ever. He also knew Eric was looking to get a connection between them that was above and beyond what you usually got in skin flicks, which was to say, oh, none at all. Generally the actors could pretty much be using a dildo or an inflatable doll for all they cared what the other person was doing. Part of Jensen’s (and now fucking Jared’s) success was acting like the other person actually mattered, and Eric appreciated that.
Oh, yeah, both Eric and Jared were going to be huge in the fucking future.
Jensen gritted his teeth and drank more coffee. His increased caffeine intake was starting to give him a headache.
So, OK, sucking up to Eric was understandable, and maybe even sucking up to the catering staff was pretty smart too. It meant that Jared had a continuous, magically refilling supply of donuts, pastries and coffee, whereas Jensen had to go and get his, or at least ask for it. The donut fairy didn’t visit him.
But really, what the fuck did Jared think he was doing making friends with every lighting, sound and makeup lackey on the set? The guy Jared currently had hoisted up on his shoulder was lucky if he got to do anything other than clean the makeup trailer, and yet Jared was laughing and jerking around with him and a whole bunch of his loser friends anyway.
Jensen looked away as they all cracked up with laughter. Fucking unprofessional was what it was.
Jensen fiddled with his iPod when Jared threw himself down in the director’s chair next to his.
“God, I’m bored. When are we gonna get started?” Jared asked.
Jensen had been pleased to learn that Jared ‘Mr Wonderful’ Padalecki was not perfect. He was impatient, and the interminable wait to start filming - getting things set up, going over costumes (however short the costume’s life in the film was), deciding shots, lighting and reviewing scripts (however thin the scripts were) - was definitely not to Jared’s taste.
Suck it up, newbie, Jensen thought meanly, saying nothing.
Jensen glanced at Jared. His skin was golden and a little flushed with sweat, because Jared was a big guy and the makeup guy was kinda skinny, yes, but running around with a full grown man sitting on your shoulder was still kind of physically demanding.
One of the catering staff appeared as if by magic and offered Jared a cold bottle of water. Jared flashed him a grateful smile, “Thanks Bobby,” - he knew his name? Jesus! - and the poor boy melted into a puddle of goo, flushing bright red before fleeing, presumably to jerk off around the corner.
Jensen snorted.
“What?” Jared threw him an unusually sharp look as he drank his water.
“Nothing,” Jensen shrugged, “just wondering if his name actually is Bobby, or if he’d let you call him Mary-Sue so long as you kept smiling at him like that.”
Jared gave a sort of laugh, “His name is Bobby, not that you’d know. In fact, I’m surprised you remember my name.”
“James, isn’t it?” Jensen replied, looking innocently confused.
Jared gave another small laugh. “You’re really kind of a jerk, there, aren’t you?”
Jensen gave him a shit-eating grin, guilty, but said, “What, just because I’m not trying to be everybody’s best friend like you? At least I’m not as fake as Marcy-the-make-up-artist-but-porn-star-wannabe’s tits.”
Jared’s smile in reply wasn’t as nice as his previous ones had been. “It’s Marie, actually, and she’s very nice. As are most of the people round here, so, yeah, I’m nice back because that’s how people usually behave. But I guess that means I don’t have to be nice to you, anyhow, since you think it's such a major waste of time.”
Jared’s smile had a dangerous edge and Jensen was surprised to find his heart-rate speed up a little. Whoa, a wolf under the puppy act? Surely not?
“What, just because I’m not kissing your ass like everybody else, I’m a jerk? Believe me, they all want something from you. Take that Billy for example…”
“Bobby,” Jared corrected.
“… you bet your ass he’s gonna take that water bottle back from you, and go home tonight and jerk off while fellating it.”
Jared’s face twisted. “Gross.”
Jensen laughed, “That’s gross? You’re a porn star! At least, you’re trying to be, but the way you fuck around I have my doubts about your professionalism.”
“Fuck off,” Jared said, and then grinned evilly. “Still, maybe you’re right and it isn’t gross. He may not be pretty but at least he’s young.”
Jensen didn’t let the hit show on his face, but took another swig of his coffee. Asshole.
“You know,” Jared continued, and Jensen had the feeling he wasn’t going to like whatever Jared was going to say next, “you shouldn’t drink all that coffee. It’s not good for you. Caffeine dries the skin.”
Fucking asshole.
“Do you want some of this water, instead?” Jared asked, innocently, offering the bottle to Jensen.
Jensen was about to tell Jared where he could stick his fucking water bottle when Bobby popped up again from nowhere.
“Are you done with that, Jared?” he asked, eagerly, reaching for the bottle.
Jensen laughed, but so did Jared.
“Sure, Bobby, here you go,” Jared met Jensen’s eye and looked a tiny bit rueful and very amused, and suddenly it felt less like a win for me, asshole, than it did a shared joke. “You have fun.”
Jensen stifled another snicker and looked away from Jared before things went too far.
Professional, he reminded himself, picking up his script again. Not friendly.
***
The porn industry was not as well financed as Hollywood, and filming tended to run through a whole scene a few times, and then go back for reshoots and additional close ups to finish.
Jensen had been in this business for over 10 years now, and found it all fairly boring. There were essentially three plots in gay porn, anyway: one - hot young guy wants big strong dick and usually begs for it until he gets it and then some; two - hot young guy is not sure he wants dick, but is made to take it and loves it after all; and three - hot young guy doesn’t want dick, but is made to take it and take it and take it.
Today they were starting shooting on the first movie and it was option one. Easy. Cheesy and easy. Jensen added his own back story, motivation and emotions to each of his characters, whether they’d be spoken or acted on film or not. It was a big part of what made Jensen a great actor. Jensen got into character.
***
Action
***
Movie One - The Plumber
Jensen answered the door to find a very tall, attractive man with dark tousled hair at the door in low, loose jeans and a white tank t-shirt.
“Mr Alexander?” the man said looking up from a clipboard.
“Yes,” Jensen replied, letting his eyes drift over the absolutely fucking stacked body.
“Steve Jackson," Jared said, "From SJ Fitters. I’m here to fix your plumbing.”
Jensen raised his eyebrows, I’ll just bet you are.
“Please, call me David, and come on in.”
He stepped back to let the man into his house but deliberately stayed in the doorway so the guy had to brush past him. He smelled good - sweat and soap - and felt better, warm and hard as he pushed past Jensen.
Jensen moved past the guy again to lead him into the kitchen. He felt the guy’s eyes on his ass and was glad he’d worn tight wool pants along with a green button-down shirt that brought out the color of his eyes.
Jensen watched as the guy laid his tools out.
“Nice place you’ve got here, David,” Jared said, as he picked up a wrench and opened the cupboard under Jensen’s sink.
Jensen checked out the guy’s ass in his tight, oh so very tight, jeans. And miles and miles of legs.
“Thanks,” he replied.
“You live alone in this big, fancy place?” Jared asked, as he turned around and lay down, shimmying backwards to get his torso under Jensen’s sink.
Jensen’s eyes were glued to the crotch of Jared’s jeans, his cock a visible bulge there, big although not hard. Must be huge erect. Jensen’s mouth watered.
“Yes,” Jensen replied. “I don’t really need all these rooms, but the place is wonderful. You should, ah, see the view,” he said with a knowing smile, appreciating the view of Jared stretched out on his kitchen floor.
“I’m sure it’s great,” Jared said, as he made some banging noises under the sink.
“Would you like a drink?” Jensen asked.
“Sure, a water would be great, thanks.”
Jensen got a bottle of water out of the fridge and opened it, smirking happily as he moved to stand over Jared’s long body. He drank in the sight of that narrow stretch of smooth, tanned skin over flat abs exposed by the way the tank shirt rode up slightly above the delicious-looking bulge in Jared's jeans.
Then, deliberately, he tipped the bottle up over Jared's crotch.
“Hey!” There was an angry-sounding bang, and Jared moved out from under the sink, scowling.
“Sorry,” Jensen apologized unconvincingly. “Let me rub you down.”
He picked up a cloth as Jared stood up, towering and angry. Nice. Very butch. He started rubbing Jared’s wet crotch, which began to swell in a very interesting way.
“You know, I don’t think there’s enough room for you in your jeans any more,” he grinned, and pursed his lips. “I guess they must have shrunk? Hmm. Maybe we should get you out of these wet clothes?”
“I don’t think so.” Jared snatched the cloth away from him and began wiping himself down.
Jensen pouted.
“Ah, come on, that water must have been cold. Don’t you want to put that somewhere warm?”
He licked his lips.
Better men than this plumber had fallen prey to the kind of temptation he was offering.
“Have somewhere in mind, pretty boy?” Jared asked heatedly, crowding Jensen up against his kitchen table.
Jensen put a hand up against Jared’s chest and felt the hard heat of Jared’s body through the soft, warm material of his shirt.
“I’m sure we can think of something,” he said huskily
“Your mouth looks pretty hot,” Jared said, rubbing his fingers over Jensen’s lips. “I think I’d like to see how it looks wrapped around my dick.”
He pushed Jensen down on his knees and Jensen licked his lips again at the prominent bulge visible through wet denim.
He opened up the fly and pulled Jared’s jeans down his thighs.
“Holy shit,” he breathed as he got intimately acquainted with just how big Jared’s cock really was. Damn.
“Bitten off more than you can chew, pretty boy?” Jared drawled, thrusting his huge and still only half hard, for God’s sake cock closer to Jensen’s face.
Hell, no, Jensen thought and wrapped his lips around Jared’s dick. It was something of a challenge, but Jensen was more than up to it and he happily parted his lips for Jared’s cock.
“Oh, yeah,” Jared said, fingers surprisingly gentle in Jensen’s short hair. “That’s it, yeah, feels so good. God, your mouth is perfect, totally perfect, just made to suck cock.”
Dirty, wet sounds filled the air and Jensen worked hard to make it good. He took as much as he could in his mouth and throat, letting Jared thrust his hips in and fuck his mouth nice and slow and deep.
He stroked up the back of Jared’s thighs and caressed his ass, feeling Jared thrust a little harder in response. So good. Jensen pulled off for a moment to work his mouth over the head, dragging his lips over the crown and then swooping down again to take more.
“Your mouth looks so good, swollen and wet, stretched around my dick,” Jared moaned, fucking Jensen’s mouth, huge hands gripping Jensen’s face, rubbing his thumbs over Jensen’s hollowed cheeks and pushing his long fingers into Jensen’s mouth, stretching his lips wider still.
“That’s it,” Jared said hoarsely, “get it good and wet, 'cause that’s all you’re gonna get.”
Jensen moaned around Jared’s dick.
“Make it nice and slick for me now, 'cause I’m gonna make you take every inch. I’m gonna fuck you 'til you're wide open and shaking, and you’re not gonna be sitting down for a week. And that's 'cause you asked for this, you're practically begging for it now. C'mon and say it, let me hear you. You want this bad, now, don’t you?”
Jensen moaned his wholehearted agreement around that stiff, unyielding flesh. He kept on going, sucking and licking up and down with enthusiasm until Jared pulled him off, dark eyes never leaving Jensen's face.
Jared lifted Jensen up by the collar of his shirt and then ripped the shirt open, buttons flying everywhere.
Jensen threw his head back as Jared bit and sucked at his neck, pushing off his shirt and clenching Jensen’s biceps hard. Jared's hand was hot and huge.
“Gonna do you right here, right over your kitchen table, right now. I’m gonna fuck your slutty ass until you can’t stand up, that’s what you want, now isn’t it?”
“Fuck, yes,” Jensen groaned as Jared’s thick, wet dick rubbed against Jensen’s flat, bare belly. He could hardly wait.
Jared pulled Jensen’s pants open, pushing them down to his ankles before spinning Jensen round and bending him over the table, Jared’s hands covering Jensen's. The smooth, polished wood pressed coolly against Jensen's nipples, the edge of the table up against his groin.
“You’re gonna spread for me, David, like a little bitch,” Jared said behind him.
Jensen shifted his legs as wide apart as they could go. “Come on then, do it,” he said. “Or are you all talk?”
Jared’s chuckle was low and hot. “I’ll show you all talk...”
And then he was pushing in, hard and smooth and strong and fucking huge. Jensen made a strangled noise, half-pain and half-pleasure, fingers scrabbling to grip hard at edges of the table.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he groaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. He felt the burn deep down inside, stretching his ass and making him shudder, twist and pant.
“Christ,” Jared ground out, and he sounded like he was forcing the words through clenched teeth. “God - Fuck.”
Jensen gasped and groaned, and Jared grabbed his hips just bruisingly hard as he forced his way in, filling Jensen All. The. Way.
“How does that feel?” Jared bent over him and whispered hotly into his ear. The movement caused sparks to fly behind Jensen’s eyes as it pushed Jared’s cock up hard against his prostate. It was good, so fucking good. He felt Jared’s smooth, hard chest pressed up against him, the shirt gone sometime ago. Jared was bare and hot, sweating lightly as he moved against Jensen’s back. Jensen gasped in surprise as Jared leaned in and bit and licked at his neck. Fuck.
Jared pulled out and thrust in hard, in one smooth move that had Jensen making another strangled noise in his throat.
“How does that feel, huh? Does that feel like all talk now?”
“Ngngh,” Jensen moaned, and Jared chuckled darkly and nipped Jensen’s neck one last time, before pulling back and straightening up for a better angle. Jensen's hands were shaking now.
Jared started fucking him good and hard then, and Jensen made whining noises in his throat as the painful stretch turned into hot melting pleasure that flooded his body and sent sparks up his spine.
“You feel so good,” Jared said, low and hot in his heavy drawl. “How’d you get to feel so good - so tight - being such a slut, huh? Tell me that." He stroked Jensen's back and kept on talking, thrusting steadily. "Fucking you now, I’d never know how well used this tight little hole really was.
“But I’m gonna use it so hard - gonna stretch you so wide open - you’ll stay loose and easy for the next time you get good and fucked.”
And it felt just like that, just like Jared’s cock was splitting him so wide open he might never recover. Jensen could hardly move.
He moaned, straining, as Jared continued to fuck him hard right there on that table, over and over. Jensen felt the rush of painful pleasure running through his body, driving up his spine and sparking behind his eyes.
He gasped as Jared yanked him up by the shoulders straight against him, never breaking stride. In one swift movement, Jared pulled Jensen down with him as he sat on one of the hard kitchen chairs, still lodged firmly inside Jensen.
Jensen groaned wantonly at the new position, letting his head roll back against Jared’s shoulder.
Jared’s hands gripped his hips bruisingly hard again, and Jensen made a choked-off noise as Jared lifted him up off his lap - almost off his cock - before pulling him back down again hard. Christ he was strong. Jensen felt the muscles of Jared’s chest bunching against his back, looked down to see Jared's biceps straining as he fucked Jensen on his cock.
“Are you gonna come for me, David?” Jared asked, all heat and promise.
Jensen moaned and began fisting himself hard, twisting his hand and roughly fucking into his fist as Jared continued to force him up and down on his cock.
“Come for me,” Jared said, harshly, biting at his ear. “Come for me now, c'mon.”
Jensen ground down as hard as he could, rubbed his thumb over the crown and cried out as he came all over himself in warm, shuddering jets.
Jared groaned and bit down hard on his neck, riding Jensen on through it and holding on steadily as Jensen clenched tight around him.
Jensen groaned helplessly as Jared continued fucking his trembling body through the aftershocks, but he moaned in disappointment when Jared lifted him all the way off his thick cock.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Jared rasped out and Jensen shivered as he obeyed, going down on the kitchen floor, offering up his ass.
He felt Jared slide in between his legs, Jared’s knees forcing his legs even further apart.
Jensen shivered as Jared’s long fingers slipped inside him; fingering his well-fucked, swollen asshole.
“You feel so good, so hot and loose and slick, so good and ready for me,” Jared said, his voice all smooth and honeyed. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
“Do it,” Jensen ground out. “Do it, I want it, I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you into next week.”
Jared slid his cock back inside Jensen and his hands gripped Jensen’s hips again. Jensen let his head fall down, concentrating on the feel of Jared’s thick cock fucking him, and shuddering as it reamed his oversensitive ass relentlessly.
Jared fucked him for what seemed like hours, dropping hot, dirty words like kisses and Jensen felt like he’d never be able to sit down again.
Finally, Jared pulled his cock out suddenly, and Jensen hissed through his teeth at the sensation as Jared came all over his ass.
Jensen let himself collapse then, as though Jared’s cock was what had been holding him up. He sprawled onto the kitchen floor, boneless and totally, blissfully fucked out.
Jared could be heard getting up, then rearranging his clothes and pulling up the zipper of his jeans. A few footsteps more, and then he settled back under the sink and began working again like he'd never stopped.
Jensen stretched and winced.
“Wow. You’re getting one hell of a tip.”
***
Cut
***
Jensen was not in a good mood. Everyone seemed to think the first day’s shooting for the first movie had gone well, and in many ways Jensen had to agree. There would certainly be a lot of happy customers out there with their dicks in one hand and their beers in the other snorting in satisfaction as the big, blue collar worker gave the pretty-boy WASP what he was asking for. In the extended adventures of David and his terribly manly plumber, Jensen pretty much got fucked in every room with potential running water-- the kitchen, the bathrooms, hell, the pool. Jensen hated pool scenes - the smell of chlorine was a bitch to get out.
Jensen and Jared had also worked well together and the first shoot had been remarkably clean, just requiring a few close-ups, so obviously Eric was thrilled. Jensen had also managed to act completely overwhelmed by Jared’s big cock and stupid hard body, so the mood for the movie was right.
The bitch of it was, the absolute bitch of it was, that it hadn’t been all that fucking hard. In fact, even though Jared (the goddamn rookie) had told Jensen to come for him before Jensen gave the discreet signal he was ready - so it would look like he'd come on demand - Jensen had been able to come on cue. Which Jensen of course put down to his consummate professionalism, not how ridiculously sexy it had been having Jared’s hot, wet mouth against his ear, drawling dirty words. Obviously, it wasn't that.
Eric had an undeniable eye for a visual, and he showed them both off to their best advantage. Christ, Jared was strong; Jensen had been grudgingly impressed when Jared had pretty much fucked Jensen on his cock, lifting him up and down with no real help from Jensen. The image of Jared’s enormous hands on Jensen’s hips was doubtless a winner and, yes, Jensen was pretty sure all these films were going to be huge.
Great.
Jensen slammed the door to his trailer moodily, wondering if there was any coffee left to drink before he headed off home.
“Hey.”
Jared had, of course, also chosen that moment to leave his trailer, which was next door to Jensen’s. Jensen’s was bigger, though; a fact Jensen clung to with mean satisfaction.
“Hey,” Jensen replied, continuing on to where they were cleaning up the catering area. Coffee, coffee, coffee.
Jared fell into step beside him, and Jensen imagined his brain was going candy, candy, candy. Dumb fucking child.
Jared had, of course, taken a shower and smelled damp and spicy, and his hair was curling and wet around his long neck.
There had better be coffee left.
“Man,” Jared said, conversationally, “am I glad to be out of those jeans. I thought they were gonna cause permanent injury, they were so goddamn tight.”
“Hah,” Jensen snorted thoughtlessly, “you think you’ve got it bad.”
“You’re not hurt, are you?” Jared said, frowning immediately. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Of course not,” Jensen said sharply.
Jared was still frowning a little, though, like he was concerned, like he cared. Like Jensen couldn’t take it.
Jensen could fucking take it, thank you very much. Jensen could look after himself just fine, you’d better believe it.
He hadn’t really been hurt on a shoot for years now, not since he got famous enough to pick his shoots, and to insist on pre-lubing. Generally, the porn industry didn’t tend to stop for niceties like lube and condoms. They were used occasionally, but in general they were felt to break up the flow, so Jensen had taken quite a few dry back in the day, or post a little rimming if he was lucky - which fucking hurt. But no longer. Now Jensen lubed himself up before shots where lube wasn’t used in the movie, and if a little glisten of lube showed, they brushed it out in the edit.
He did it early enough before any shoot so that he didn’t look stretched, though, which was easier than might be expected. Jensen usually rolled his mental eyes when the dialogue went on about how he could possibly be so tight when his character was such a slut. It’s a sphincter, idiot, that’s its job; it doesn’t need all that much time.
So although Jared was still looking concerned, Jensen was barely even sore at all and torn between amusement, professional offense, and maybe something like pleasure, that Jared was concerned he might have hurt Jensen.
“It takes more than that, Padalecki,” Jensen said, cocking an eyebrow at Jared’s crotch, although there was nothing to see right now, because, man, Jared wore his jeans loose.
Jared snapped out of it and snorted. “Right.”
They went to the cafeteria, and the staff was able to produce coffee and donuts, despite the lateness of the hour.
Jensen was going to get his "to go", because they had an early start tomorrow. They were continuing on with the first movie all day tomorrow, and would probably make a start on two the next day.
Jensen was still going to head straight home, despite Jared’s presence, but Jared picked up his coffee and all the donuts and took them to a table, and Jensen either had to follow him or skip the snack altogether. He followed, although he made a mental note to work out an extra fifteen minutes tomorrow. Jared had already started on his first donut, and he must have had the metabolism of a fucking hummingbird to look that good with all the shit Jensen had seen him plow through. Another reason to not like Jared Padalecki.
Jared stretched lazily as Jensen sat down at the table.
“I’m exhausted,” Jared grinned, all white teeth and dimples. “I thought porn would be an easy life, right? Getting paid to have sex and all? Nobody mentions the 14-hour fucking days.” Jared grinned again. “No pun intended.”
Jensen smiled slightly and sipped his coffee. He’d had no illusions at all about what getting into this business would entail. Over 95% of people in the porn industry were here for one reason… they’d failed to make it in mainstream Hollywood, but were pretty enough to get into porn. A small percentage got into it for the same reasons Jensen had, although in some countries that percentage was unfortunately higher. It was an extremely tiny percentage that entered the industry as a career choice, which was apparently what Jared had done.
Who woke up at twenty-four and thought, I know what’d be a fun career… porn!? At fourteen maybe, but not twenty-four. Jared was clearly an idiot.
“Still, got to say, I must be living millions of men’s dreams by making a buck from doing porn with Jensen Ackles.” Jared’s smile became edged with something else. “Not a bad way to make a living.”
An echo of a long ago but never forgotten conversation flitted across Jensen’s mind: Not a bad way to make a living, eh? At least you’ll get a lot of rest on your back.
Jensen forced his mouthful of donut down and picked up his coffee.
“I gotta go. Makeup will kick my ass if I’ve got circles under my eyes tomorrow.”
He felt Jared’s eyes on his back as he left.
***
Jensen avoided Jared for most of the morning, except, obviously when they were filming; it was pretty difficult to avoid someone you were having sex with. Still, that was business and Jensen was a professional, and he’d managed to avoid anything personal, so he counted that as a win.
He remembered his resolution yesterday to work out a little longer, and decided to go to the on-set gym. Gyms were very common on movie sets now as there was frequent downtime for actors, and most actors needed to keep in top shape (and were also, in Jensen’s experience, often narcissistic assholes).
And of course, Jared was there. Jared in a stretched and dirty gray-white t-shirt with some ancient slogan peeling off, in hole-ridden gray sweat pants and dirty sneakers.
Jensen considered his own pristine white t-shirt, designer navy shorts and expensive sneakers, and wondered uncomfortably about narcissistic assholes.
“Hey,” Jared said, grinning blindingly from where he was running on a treadmill, his sweaty hair pulled away from his face in spiky, uneven pigtails.
“Hey,” Jensen grunted back, annoyed with himself. Of course Jared used the gym. He’d have to with all the crap he ate - it was a miracle he wasn’t working out every free moment.
“Going well today, don’t you think?” Jared said, conversationally.
“Yes,” Jensen said. It was. They’d probably be ready to move on to the next movie as planned tomorrow, although they’d return to this one again later. Everyone was ecstatic.
Jensen surveyed the gym equipment. Weights were definitely out with Jared here, because the guy was built like a house and Jensen didn’t want to appear weaker. Even though he benched a respectable amount, odds were it was a less than Jared did.
Jared was on the treadmill and there was only one, since it was a pretty small gym, fitted into a trailer. Rowing machine, maybe?
“Can’t decide how to improve on perfection?” Jared asked with a slightly mocking grin.
“Don’t you think your mouth gets enough exercise?” Jensen asked, and then grimaced as Jared raised his eyebrows at the unintended double-entendre. Porn sets were pun minefields.
“I think maybe you need to work on your gluteus maximus,” Jared said, grinning at him, and Jensen glared back, offended. “I could help you with that if you like?” Jared continued, leering extravagantly at Jensen’s ass.
Jensen made a big show of looking around him before snapping his fingers, “Oh, no right, there aren’t any cameras here because we’re not doing cheesy porn right now. Save it for later, asshole.”
Jared shrugged, still grinning - his default setting, apparently. “Worth a try, bitch.”
***
At the end of the day’s filming Jensen’s felt pretty damn exhausted, but also pretty damn good. Jensen was turning his attitude on this project around, goddamn it: it was going to be a fucking hit, which was good. It would probably extend Jensen’s shelf-life for a little while, which was handy because Jensen had vowed that the second - the second - he sensed that people were starting to think he was over-the-hill, he was gone. So, anything that kept his star status up for a little longer was to be appreciated. So what if it meant that Jared and Eric were going to have fabulous (and long) careers? Jensen was not so petty he was going to resent that, right? Jensen was a bigger person than that.
Jensen jumped as Jared’s big hand slapped onto his shoulder as he walked out to his car. Jared shouldn’t be able to creep up on a person like that.
“We totally rocked today,” Jared said happily.
“Yes, we did,” Jensen replied magnanimously.
Jared nudged his shoulder, “Do you want to go get a drink?”
Jensen stared at him. “What?”
“Get a drink?” Jared said, again. “You know, celebrate?”
Jensen couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He got this a lot. All the fucking time, in fact, but he hadn’t expected it from Jared. Jensen felt a wave of anger at both Jared and himself, because damn - when did he get so soft that people could surprise him?
“I don’t think so,” Jensen said coldly, so fucking sick of going through this again and again. So many assholes thought he would be an easy lay. Hell, some thought he was a perk of the job. Jensen might take it up the ass for the camera, but that didn’t mean he was anybody’s bitch.
“Ah, c’mon,” Jared said, not taking the hint, “we deserve to have a good time.”
“Oh yeah?” Jensen said angrily. “You know what, this isn’t ‘for a good time call Jensen’. OK? You don’t have the right to expect that from me just because of what we do in front of the camera.”
Jared looked kind of shocked.
“That’s not what I meant. I meant a beer or something.”
“Yeah, right,” Jensen had been burned on that one far too many times to fall for it now. “Go find one of the wannabes and have fun.”
Jensen started to walk away, but Jared grabbed his arm. He looked angry, an expression Jensen just wasn’t used to seeing on his face.
“You really do think you’re all that, don’t you?” Jared said. “Are you really so screwed up that you don’t understand just being invited to grab a beer?”
“I know what beer’s a euphemism for, Jared. I’ve been in this business a long time.”
“Yeah, maybe a bit too long! I’m not just looking for a nice tight hole to stick my dick in, you know, because frankly? I get that at the office. Not everyone’s like that, you know, and if that’s the only way people interact with you, then maybe it’s you, not them.”
“Take it from me, Jared,” Jensen said, angry and embarrassed, because who the hell was Jared, a fucking rookie kid to tell him anything? “If someone on set invites you for a beer, they want to get in your pants. And if someone wants to show you their motherfucking etchings, think very carefully before running off to see them.”
Jensen wrenched his arm away and stormed off to his car, glad to have had the last word. He got in the car and could see Jared looking after him in his rear-view mirror. Jensen suddenly and uncomfortably started to think that maybe, just maybe, he might have been acting like an asshole. Maybe.
***
The next morning Jensen was feeling a little sheepish, because he knew perfectly well that Jared wasn't really one of those industry assholes, and he might have overreacted just a tiny bit. He should possibly venture something along the lines of an apology, but Jensen wasn't really very good at apologizing.
He swigged down his second cup of coffee.
“You shouldn’t really drink so much coffee, you know,” Jared said, sitting down next to him in their directors' chairs. They’d both been to makeup and costume already, so they were both in suits. Jensen was wearing his glasses, and Jared had executive hair. “I hear coffee makes you paranoid.”
Jensen couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah, I hear that too,” he said, about as close to an apology as he was going to manage.
“One more cup and you’ll be thinking there’s a whole conspiracy out to get you.”
“Fuck you, bitch,” Jensen said, flipping him off, enjoying his last few moments out of character.
“That’s fuck you sir,” Jared said back with a smirk. “I think I’m going to enjoy today…”
***
Off the Script Part Two
Author: jasmasson
Artist Credit: You can see the amazing cover art by the incredible cathybites here. No teaser here because it’s really not work safe.
Genre: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: J-squared, brief JA/OMC
Notes: For the spn_j2_bigbang. Also, please note this is not meant to be a searing critique or factual account of the porn industry. I have manipulated it and used some porn cliches for my own smutty purposes.
Beta: Many thanks to the endlessly patient and wonderful halfshellvenus for the beta
Rating: NC17
Archive: Now also available in one part at AO3
Word count: 22,000
Warning: This is set in the gay porn industry and features a lot of kinks, including fantasy spanking, cross-dressing and orgasm denial. Er. Yes. Also, there's fleeting reference to past underage.
Disclaimer: And so I said to Jensen, “Jensen,” I said, “do you really love Jared,” and Jensen said, “Don’t call me Jensen, love, my name’s Bob. Now, do you want fries with that or not? You’re holding up the line.”
Summary: Jensen Ackles was the porn industry’s leading star for years, until Jared Padalecki came along. Jensen’s world-weary and disillusioned. Jared’s… not.
Teaser:
Jared met Jensen’s eye and looked a tiny bit rueful and very amused, and suddenly it felt less like a 'win for me, asshole', than it did a shared joke. “You have fun.”
Jensen stifled another snicker and looked away from Jared before things went too far.
Professional, he reminded himself, picking up his script again. Not friendly.
***
Jared was hung like a horse, but an enormous cock was nothing new in this business. Jensen had seen a million of ‘em, but then again, they weren’t usually attached to anything as pretty as Jared Padalecki.
It had been Jensen’s long and depressing experience that the ‘tops’ in the gay porn business were like the guys in straight porn; picked for their dicks. He had a working theory that they were also picked with ‘the uglier the better’ in mind, to give the schmucks watching at home with their inadequate dicks in their hands the entirely false impression that even guys as ugly (or even uglier) than them could fuck hot girls and pretty guys like Jensen. Schmucks. This working theory had been damaged, however, by the arrival of Jared freaking Padalecki on the gay porn scene.
Jared was not what a ‘top’ should be like. Huge dick and huge body aside, he was young, he was pretty, he was corn-fed and clean-cut. He was wholesome, for god's sake. Wholesome. There wasn't a piercing, tattoo or moustache in sight.
Worse, even though Jared had only done one movie, it had been incredibly successful. Now, Jared was the hottest thing around - which pissed Jensen off no end, because Jensen had been the biggest name in gay porn for the last ten years. Others mostly came and went, but Jensen had a very bad feeling about Jared.
Because Jared had something more than a sweet mouth or a big dick, like most of those other flavors of the month. Jared was actually good. He could act. And that was different.
Watching Jared, you’d believe the guy he was fucking was the only person in the world right then; that Jared wanted him like he wanted to breathe. That was a challenge for tops in gay porn, where usual the formula was to degrade their fuck buddies instead. Jensen had probably been called a “dirty whorish cock-slut” or something like it more times than his actual name, all things told.
But Jared had made his name by talking dirty like an endearment, like an intimate caress. Thousands of men had melted like freakin’ romantic heroines at those dirty words delivered like kisses in Jared’s deep Texas drawl.
Jensen knew from long experience that acting in pornography wasn’t the most challenging art, but it was still more difficult than one might think. Jensen had made his name not just from his pretty face, cocksucker lips and sweet, fuckable ass; he’d made it from genuinely being able to act the part, not just blankly spread his legs and moan on cue. Jensen was the first ‘bottom’ to really get to be a star, and he’d become the brightest star in the business, bigger than Jeff Stryker. He'd worked damned hard to get there, and busted his chops to stay there - for over 10 years.
But keeping that place was getting harder, getting more unlikely every single year. Jensen had first started in the porno business at age sixteen, hungry and desperate for money, although obviously he’d lied, and told the photographer and the agency for the photo shoot he was eighteen. They hadn’t believed him, of course, but they'd wanted to. And they'd been wise enough to do what it took to maintain plausible deniability.
Jensen had been an instant hit, and less than a year later an ‘investor’ who was very appreciative of his work (or more accurately, his mouth) had bankrolled a short, black and white film starring Jensen as a naughty schoolboy. The rest, as they say, was history.
So Jensen was the biggest name in gay porn, with a huge number of fans, a hundred films and a dozen freaking porn awards for his trouble, and had made some pretty nice bank along the way.
But now, twelve years later, his days of being a naughty schoolboy were well and truly over. They'd already lasted longer than they should have - there was a certain (disturbingly large) portion of his fanbase that thought his ass was at its magnificent best when spanked, and so he'd been the world’s oldest schoolboy at age 23, thanks to full makeup and lighting and his willingness to act his (sore) ass off.
Jensen's porn roles had moved on to other successes after that. Still, he was twenty nine now, twenty-fucking-nine, a whisker away from thirty, and things were different. His face was older now; not wrinkled, still gorgeous (if he did say so himself) but just older - more mature. It was becoming ever harder to pull off the sweet, helpless, submissive characters he’d made his name from. Harder to seem that innocent.
Jensen had woken up on his twenty-ninth birthday shaking and soaked in sweat from a nightmare about selling his sagging, wrinkly ass out on the street, like the whores he pretended to be. He had pretty much been in a bad mood ever since then, and he was therefore not fucking happy about this unplanned turn of events.
This turn of events being that Jensen was signed up for three short movies co-starring none other than Jared fucking Padalecki.
Yeah. Jensen could kick himself for it now.
His most recent contract with Falcon studios was binding for three more movies, and unfortunately he hadn’t bothered to get co-star approval in the contract - because he hadn’t really cared which of the hundred big-dicked assholes in the business was going to stick it to him. But that was before Jared Padalecki appeared on the horizon, before the whole ‘Jared Padalecki and his big dick and pretty eyes, and soft, deep voice’ phenomenon took over the damned industry.
The fucking last thing Jensen wanted to do was validate that bastard’s star status by
starring in three, fucking three, pictures with him. That asshole had it made. Tops were different, tops could last until they were freakin’ eighty - OK, in a niche market, obviously, but still - they had it easy. Jensen had maybe a year or so left even with his ability to blush on demand - which cut years off his appearance - and that asshole would be laughing for decades yet.
Eric, the director, thought it was wonderful - a total coup having both of them together. He swore it could work, though Jensen didn't see it. Jensen had to wonder how even Jared, with his annoying acting skills, was going to pull off calling someone five years older than him ‘boy,’ and make it seem natural. Or how even Jensen, with his far superior acting skills, was going to act all sweet, subby and desperate for a twenty-four-year-old with shaggy hair and a stupid grin.
Speaking of which…
“Hi,” Jared said, approaching with Eric and holding out his hand. “I’m Jared.”
There was usually some awkwardness involved in meeting a co-star. “Hi, I’m X, and I’m going to stick my cock up your ass.” That last part was usually unspoken (although not always, some guys in this industry were such charmers). But it was always there, usually conveyed by a leer or a suggestive grin, or sometimes just in the awkwardness of the moment with shifty eyes and shuffling feet.
There was nothing like that with Jared, with his wide grin and honest, open eyes meeting Jensen’s.
Christ. It really did seem like this boy could act.
“Jensen,” he replied shortly, shaking Jared’s hand, firmly - because Jensen had long ago learned how important it was to demand the respect of every other asshole when you played a bottom in porn flicks. And, no, he didn’t fail to notice Jared’s hand was fucking huge, but obviously that was entirely immaterial.
“Oh, man, it’s great to be working with you,” Jared continued still grinning. Jensen smiled back, tightly, thinking kiss-ass, you're not fooling anyone.
“I’ve pretty much been a fan forever,” Jared continued, “The first gay porno I saw was one of yours when I was thirteen and didn’t really know what my dick was even for.”
Jared laughed, but Jensen felt his smile curdle on his face. Christ, he felt old.
“Great,” he said distantly, and went to get some more coffee. He was going to need it.
***
Jared Padalecki, Jensen decided, was a big huge fake. No one was that fucking friendly. No one. Especially not in this business.
But Jared appeared to think there was some money in acting like he was just that friendly. He’d get over it eventually, of course, everybody did, and would realize that a pretty ass or a big dick was the only thing that was important, and every person was just as superficial as the next. There was no need to be everybody’s friend.
Jensen could maybe understand being all nice to Eric, because Eric had a fucking huge future ahead of him. Jensen knew intellectually that getting him and Jared to do pictures together was going be out-of-this-world successful, even though he thought personally it was the worst idea ever. He also knew Eric was looking to get a connection between them that was above and beyond what you usually got in skin flicks, which was to say, oh, none at all. Generally the actors could pretty much be using a dildo or an inflatable doll for all they cared what the other person was doing. Part of Jensen’s (and now fucking Jared’s) success was acting like the other person actually mattered, and Eric appreciated that.
Oh, yeah, both Eric and Jared were going to be huge in the fucking future.
Jensen gritted his teeth and drank more coffee. His increased caffeine intake was starting to give him a headache.
So, OK, sucking up to Eric was understandable, and maybe even sucking up to the catering staff was pretty smart too. It meant that Jared had a continuous, magically refilling supply of donuts, pastries and coffee, whereas Jensen had to go and get his, or at least ask for it. The donut fairy didn’t visit him.
But really, what the fuck did Jared think he was doing making friends with every lighting, sound and makeup lackey on the set? The guy Jared currently had hoisted up on his shoulder was lucky if he got to do anything other than clean the makeup trailer, and yet Jared was laughing and jerking around with him and a whole bunch of his loser friends anyway.
Jensen looked away as they all cracked up with laughter. Fucking unprofessional was what it was.
Jensen fiddled with his iPod when Jared threw himself down in the director’s chair next to his.
“God, I’m bored. When are we gonna get started?” Jared asked.
Jensen had been pleased to learn that Jared ‘Mr Wonderful’ Padalecki was not perfect. He was impatient, and the interminable wait to start filming - getting things set up, going over costumes (however short the costume’s life in the film was), deciding shots, lighting and reviewing scripts (however thin the scripts were) - was definitely not to Jared’s taste.
Suck it up, newbie, Jensen thought meanly, saying nothing.
Jensen glanced at Jared. His skin was golden and a little flushed with sweat, because Jared was a big guy and the makeup guy was kinda skinny, yes, but running around with a full grown man sitting on your shoulder was still kind of physically demanding.
One of the catering staff appeared as if by magic and offered Jared a cold bottle of water. Jared flashed him a grateful smile, “Thanks Bobby,” - he knew his name? Jesus! - and the poor boy melted into a puddle of goo, flushing bright red before fleeing, presumably to jerk off around the corner.
Jensen snorted.
“What?” Jared threw him an unusually sharp look as he drank his water.
“Nothing,” Jensen shrugged, “just wondering if his name actually is Bobby, or if he’d let you call him Mary-Sue so long as you kept smiling at him like that.”
Jared gave a sort of laugh, “His name is Bobby, not that you’d know. In fact, I’m surprised you remember my name.”
“James, isn’t it?” Jensen replied, looking innocently confused.
Jared gave another small laugh. “You’re really kind of a jerk, there, aren’t you?”
Jensen gave him a shit-eating grin, guilty, but said, “What, just because I’m not trying to be everybody’s best friend like you? At least I’m not as fake as Marcy-the-make-up-artist-but-porn-star-wannabe’s tits.”
Jared’s smile in reply wasn’t as nice as his previous ones had been. “It’s Marie, actually, and she’s very nice. As are most of the people round here, so, yeah, I’m nice back because that’s how people usually behave. But I guess that means I don’t have to be nice to you, anyhow, since you think it's such a major waste of time.”
Jared’s smile had a dangerous edge and Jensen was surprised to find his heart-rate speed up a little. Whoa, a wolf under the puppy act? Surely not?
“What, just because I’m not kissing your ass like everybody else, I’m a jerk? Believe me, they all want something from you. Take that Billy for example…”
“Bobby,” Jared corrected.
“… you bet your ass he’s gonna take that water bottle back from you, and go home tonight and jerk off while fellating it.”
Jared’s face twisted. “Gross.”
Jensen laughed, “That’s gross? You’re a porn star! At least, you’re trying to be, but the way you fuck around I have my doubts about your professionalism.”
“Fuck off,” Jared said, and then grinned evilly. “Still, maybe you’re right and it isn’t gross. He may not be pretty but at least he’s young.”
Jensen didn’t let the hit show on his face, but took another swig of his coffee. Asshole.
“You know,” Jared continued, and Jensen had the feeling he wasn’t going to like whatever Jared was going to say next, “you shouldn’t drink all that coffee. It’s not good for you. Caffeine dries the skin.”
Fucking asshole.
“Do you want some of this water, instead?” Jared asked, innocently, offering the bottle to Jensen.
Jensen was about to tell Jared where he could stick his fucking water bottle when Bobby popped up again from nowhere.
“Are you done with that, Jared?” he asked, eagerly, reaching for the bottle.
Jensen laughed, but so did Jared.
“Sure, Bobby, here you go,” Jared met Jensen’s eye and looked a tiny bit rueful and very amused, and suddenly it felt less like a win for me, asshole, than it did a shared joke. “You have fun.”
Jensen stifled another snicker and looked away from Jared before things went too far.
Professional, he reminded himself, picking up his script again. Not friendly.
***
The porn industry was not as well financed as Hollywood, and filming tended to run through a whole scene a few times, and then go back for reshoots and additional close ups to finish.
Jensen had been in this business for over 10 years now, and found it all fairly boring. There were essentially three plots in gay porn, anyway: one - hot young guy wants big strong dick and usually begs for it until he gets it and then some; two - hot young guy is not sure he wants dick, but is made to take it and loves it after all; and three - hot young guy doesn’t want dick, but is made to take it and take it and take it.
Today they were starting shooting on the first movie and it was option one. Easy. Cheesy and easy. Jensen added his own back story, motivation and emotions to each of his characters, whether they’d be spoken or acted on film or not. It was a big part of what made Jensen a great actor. Jensen got into character.
***
Action
***
Movie One - The Plumber
Jensen answered the door to find a very tall, attractive man with dark tousled hair at the door in low, loose jeans and a white tank t-shirt.
“Mr Alexander?” the man said looking up from a clipboard.
“Yes,” Jensen replied, letting his eyes drift over the absolutely fucking stacked body.
“Steve Jackson," Jared said, "From SJ Fitters. I’m here to fix your plumbing.”
Jensen raised his eyebrows, I’ll just bet you are.
“Please, call me David, and come on in.”
He stepped back to let the man into his house but deliberately stayed in the doorway so the guy had to brush past him. He smelled good - sweat and soap - and felt better, warm and hard as he pushed past Jensen.
Jensen moved past the guy again to lead him into the kitchen. He felt the guy’s eyes on his ass and was glad he’d worn tight wool pants along with a green button-down shirt that brought out the color of his eyes.
Jensen watched as the guy laid his tools out.
“Nice place you’ve got here, David,” Jared said, as he picked up a wrench and opened the cupboard under Jensen’s sink.
Jensen checked out the guy’s ass in his tight, oh so very tight, jeans. And miles and miles of legs.
“Thanks,” he replied.
“You live alone in this big, fancy place?” Jared asked, as he turned around and lay down, shimmying backwards to get his torso under Jensen’s sink.
Jensen’s eyes were glued to the crotch of Jared’s jeans, his cock a visible bulge there, big although not hard. Must be huge erect. Jensen’s mouth watered.
“Yes,” Jensen replied. “I don’t really need all these rooms, but the place is wonderful. You should, ah, see the view,” he said with a knowing smile, appreciating the view of Jared stretched out on his kitchen floor.
“I’m sure it’s great,” Jared said, as he made some banging noises under the sink.
“Would you like a drink?” Jensen asked.
“Sure, a water would be great, thanks.”
Jensen got a bottle of water out of the fridge and opened it, smirking happily as he moved to stand over Jared’s long body. He drank in the sight of that narrow stretch of smooth, tanned skin over flat abs exposed by the way the tank shirt rode up slightly above the delicious-looking bulge in Jared's jeans.
Then, deliberately, he tipped the bottle up over Jared's crotch.
“Hey!” There was an angry-sounding bang, and Jared moved out from under the sink, scowling.
“Sorry,” Jensen apologized unconvincingly. “Let me rub you down.”
He picked up a cloth as Jared stood up, towering and angry. Nice. Very butch. He started rubbing Jared’s wet crotch, which began to swell in a very interesting way.
“You know, I don’t think there’s enough room for you in your jeans any more,” he grinned, and pursed his lips. “I guess they must have shrunk? Hmm. Maybe we should get you out of these wet clothes?”
“I don’t think so.” Jared snatched the cloth away from him and began wiping himself down.
Jensen pouted.
“Ah, come on, that water must have been cold. Don’t you want to put that somewhere warm?”
He licked his lips.
Better men than this plumber had fallen prey to the kind of temptation he was offering.
“Have somewhere in mind, pretty boy?” Jared asked heatedly, crowding Jensen up against his kitchen table.
Jensen put a hand up against Jared’s chest and felt the hard heat of Jared’s body through the soft, warm material of his shirt.
“I’m sure we can think of something,” he said huskily
“Your mouth looks pretty hot,” Jared said, rubbing his fingers over Jensen’s lips. “I think I’d like to see how it looks wrapped around my dick.”
He pushed Jensen down on his knees and Jensen licked his lips again at the prominent bulge visible through wet denim.
He opened up the fly and pulled Jared’s jeans down his thighs.
“Holy shit,” he breathed as he got intimately acquainted with just how big Jared’s cock really was. Damn.
“Bitten off more than you can chew, pretty boy?” Jared drawled, thrusting his huge and still only half hard, for God’s sake cock closer to Jensen’s face.
Hell, no, Jensen thought and wrapped his lips around Jared’s dick. It was something of a challenge, but Jensen was more than up to it and he happily parted his lips for Jared’s cock.
“Oh, yeah,” Jared said, fingers surprisingly gentle in Jensen’s short hair. “That’s it, yeah, feels so good. God, your mouth is perfect, totally perfect, just made to suck cock.”
Dirty, wet sounds filled the air and Jensen worked hard to make it good. He took as much as he could in his mouth and throat, letting Jared thrust his hips in and fuck his mouth nice and slow and deep.
He stroked up the back of Jared’s thighs and caressed his ass, feeling Jared thrust a little harder in response. So good. Jensen pulled off for a moment to work his mouth over the head, dragging his lips over the crown and then swooping down again to take more.
“Your mouth looks so good, swollen and wet, stretched around my dick,” Jared moaned, fucking Jensen’s mouth, huge hands gripping Jensen’s face, rubbing his thumbs over Jensen’s hollowed cheeks and pushing his long fingers into Jensen’s mouth, stretching his lips wider still.
“That’s it,” Jared said hoarsely, “get it good and wet, 'cause that’s all you’re gonna get.”
Jensen moaned around Jared’s dick.
“Make it nice and slick for me now, 'cause I’m gonna make you take every inch. I’m gonna fuck you 'til you're wide open and shaking, and you’re not gonna be sitting down for a week. And that's 'cause you asked for this, you're practically begging for it now. C'mon and say it, let me hear you. You want this bad, now, don’t you?”
Jensen moaned his wholehearted agreement around that stiff, unyielding flesh. He kept on going, sucking and licking up and down with enthusiasm until Jared pulled him off, dark eyes never leaving Jensen's face.
Jared lifted Jensen up by the collar of his shirt and then ripped the shirt open, buttons flying everywhere.
Jensen threw his head back as Jared bit and sucked at his neck, pushing off his shirt and clenching Jensen’s biceps hard. Jared's hand was hot and huge.
“Gonna do you right here, right over your kitchen table, right now. I’m gonna fuck your slutty ass until you can’t stand up, that’s what you want, now isn’t it?”
“Fuck, yes,” Jensen groaned as Jared’s thick, wet dick rubbed against Jensen’s flat, bare belly. He could hardly wait.
Jared pulled Jensen’s pants open, pushing them down to his ankles before spinning Jensen round and bending him over the table, Jared’s hands covering Jensen's. The smooth, polished wood pressed coolly against Jensen's nipples, the edge of the table up against his groin.
“You’re gonna spread for me, David, like a little bitch,” Jared said behind him.
Jensen shifted his legs as wide apart as they could go. “Come on then, do it,” he said. “Or are you all talk?”
Jared’s chuckle was low and hot. “I’ll show you all talk...”
And then he was pushing in, hard and smooth and strong and fucking huge. Jensen made a strangled noise, half-pain and half-pleasure, fingers scrabbling to grip hard at edges of the table.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he groaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. He felt the burn deep down inside, stretching his ass and making him shudder, twist and pant.
“Christ,” Jared ground out, and he sounded like he was forcing the words through clenched teeth. “God - Fuck.”
Jensen gasped and groaned, and Jared grabbed his hips just bruisingly hard as he forced his way in, filling Jensen All. The. Way.
“How does that feel?” Jared bent over him and whispered hotly into his ear. The movement caused sparks to fly behind Jensen’s eyes as it pushed Jared’s cock up hard against his prostate. It was good, so fucking good. He felt Jared’s smooth, hard chest pressed up against him, the shirt gone sometime ago. Jared was bare and hot, sweating lightly as he moved against Jensen’s back. Jensen gasped in surprise as Jared leaned in and bit and licked at his neck. Fuck.
Jared pulled out and thrust in hard, in one smooth move that had Jensen making another strangled noise in his throat.
“How does that feel, huh? Does that feel like all talk now?”
“Ngngh,” Jensen moaned, and Jared chuckled darkly and nipped Jensen’s neck one last time, before pulling back and straightening up for a better angle. Jensen's hands were shaking now.
Jared started fucking him good and hard then, and Jensen made whining noises in his throat as the painful stretch turned into hot melting pleasure that flooded his body and sent sparks up his spine.
“You feel so good,” Jared said, low and hot in his heavy drawl. “How’d you get to feel so good - so tight - being such a slut, huh? Tell me that." He stroked Jensen's back and kept on talking, thrusting steadily. "Fucking you now, I’d never know how well used this tight little hole really was.
“But I’m gonna use it so hard - gonna stretch you so wide open - you’ll stay loose and easy for the next time you get good and fucked.”
And it felt just like that, just like Jared’s cock was splitting him so wide open he might never recover. Jensen could hardly move.
He moaned, straining, as Jared continued to fuck him hard right there on that table, over and over. Jensen felt the rush of painful pleasure running through his body, driving up his spine and sparking behind his eyes.
He gasped as Jared yanked him up by the shoulders straight against him, never breaking stride. In one swift movement, Jared pulled Jensen down with him as he sat on one of the hard kitchen chairs, still lodged firmly inside Jensen.
Jensen groaned wantonly at the new position, letting his head roll back against Jared’s shoulder.
Jared’s hands gripped his hips bruisingly hard again, and Jensen made a choked-off noise as Jared lifted him up off his lap - almost off his cock - before pulling him back down again hard. Christ he was strong. Jensen felt the muscles of Jared’s chest bunching against his back, looked down to see Jared's biceps straining as he fucked Jensen on his cock.
“Are you gonna come for me, David?” Jared asked, all heat and promise.
Jensen moaned and began fisting himself hard, twisting his hand and roughly fucking into his fist as Jared continued to force him up and down on his cock.
“Come for me,” Jared said, harshly, biting at his ear. “Come for me now, c'mon.”
Jensen ground down as hard as he could, rubbed his thumb over the crown and cried out as he came all over himself in warm, shuddering jets.
Jared groaned and bit down hard on his neck, riding Jensen on through it and holding on steadily as Jensen clenched tight around him.
Jensen groaned helplessly as Jared continued fucking his trembling body through the aftershocks, but he moaned in disappointment when Jared lifted him all the way off his thick cock.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Jared rasped out and Jensen shivered as he obeyed, going down on the kitchen floor, offering up his ass.
He felt Jared slide in between his legs, Jared’s knees forcing his legs even further apart.
Jensen shivered as Jared’s long fingers slipped inside him; fingering his well-fucked, swollen asshole.
“You feel so good, so hot and loose and slick, so good and ready for me,” Jared said, his voice all smooth and honeyed. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
“Do it,” Jensen ground out. “Do it, I want it, I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you into next week.”
Jared slid his cock back inside Jensen and his hands gripped Jensen’s hips again. Jensen let his head fall down, concentrating on the feel of Jared’s thick cock fucking him, and shuddering as it reamed his oversensitive ass relentlessly.
Jared fucked him for what seemed like hours, dropping hot, dirty words like kisses and Jensen felt like he’d never be able to sit down again.
Finally, Jared pulled his cock out suddenly, and Jensen hissed through his teeth at the sensation as Jared came all over his ass.
Jensen let himself collapse then, as though Jared’s cock was what had been holding him up. He sprawled onto the kitchen floor, boneless and totally, blissfully fucked out.
Jared could be heard getting up, then rearranging his clothes and pulling up the zipper of his jeans. A few footsteps more, and then he settled back under the sink and began working again like he'd never stopped.
Jensen stretched and winced.
“Wow. You’re getting one hell of a tip.”
***
Cut
***
Jensen was not in a good mood. Everyone seemed to think the first day’s shooting for the first movie had gone well, and in many ways Jensen had to agree. There would certainly be a lot of happy customers out there with their dicks in one hand and their beers in the other snorting in satisfaction as the big, blue collar worker gave the pretty-boy WASP what he was asking for. In the extended adventures of David and his terribly manly plumber, Jensen pretty much got fucked in every room with potential running water-- the kitchen, the bathrooms, hell, the pool. Jensen hated pool scenes - the smell of chlorine was a bitch to get out.
Jensen and Jared had also worked well together and the first shoot had been remarkably clean, just requiring a few close-ups, so obviously Eric was thrilled. Jensen had also managed to act completely overwhelmed by Jared’s big cock and stupid hard body, so the mood for the movie was right.
The bitch of it was, the absolute bitch of it was, that it hadn’t been all that fucking hard. In fact, even though Jared (the goddamn rookie) had told Jensen to come for him before Jensen gave the discreet signal he was ready - so it would look like he'd come on demand - Jensen had been able to come on cue. Which Jensen of course put down to his consummate professionalism, not how ridiculously sexy it had been having Jared’s hot, wet mouth against his ear, drawling dirty words. Obviously, it wasn't that.
Eric had an undeniable eye for a visual, and he showed them both off to their best advantage. Christ, Jared was strong; Jensen had been grudgingly impressed when Jared had pretty much fucked Jensen on his cock, lifting him up and down with no real help from Jensen. The image of Jared’s enormous hands on Jensen’s hips was doubtless a winner and, yes, Jensen was pretty sure all these films were going to be huge.
Great.
Jensen slammed the door to his trailer moodily, wondering if there was any coffee left to drink before he headed off home.
“Hey.”
Jared had, of course, also chosen that moment to leave his trailer, which was next door to Jensen’s. Jensen’s was bigger, though; a fact Jensen clung to with mean satisfaction.
“Hey,” Jensen replied, continuing on to where they were cleaning up the catering area. Coffee, coffee, coffee.
Jared fell into step beside him, and Jensen imagined his brain was going candy, candy, candy. Dumb fucking child.
Jared had, of course, taken a shower and smelled damp and spicy, and his hair was curling and wet around his long neck.
There had better be coffee left.
“Man,” Jared said, conversationally, “am I glad to be out of those jeans. I thought they were gonna cause permanent injury, they were so goddamn tight.”
“Hah,” Jensen snorted thoughtlessly, “you think you’ve got it bad.”
“You’re not hurt, are you?” Jared said, frowning immediately. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Of course not,” Jensen said sharply.
Jared was still frowning a little, though, like he was concerned, like he cared. Like Jensen couldn’t take it.
Jensen could fucking take it, thank you very much. Jensen could look after himself just fine, you’d better believe it.
He hadn’t really been hurt on a shoot for years now, not since he got famous enough to pick his shoots, and to insist on pre-lubing. Generally, the porn industry didn’t tend to stop for niceties like lube and condoms. They were used occasionally, but in general they were felt to break up the flow, so Jensen had taken quite a few dry back in the day, or post a little rimming if he was lucky - which fucking hurt. But no longer. Now Jensen lubed himself up before shots where lube wasn’t used in the movie, and if a little glisten of lube showed, they brushed it out in the edit.
He did it early enough before any shoot so that he didn’t look stretched, though, which was easier than might be expected. Jensen usually rolled his mental eyes when the dialogue went on about how he could possibly be so tight when his character was such a slut. It’s a sphincter, idiot, that’s its job; it doesn’t need all that much time.
So although Jared was still looking concerned, Jensen was barely even sore at all and torn between amusement, professional offense, and maybe something like pleasure, that Jared was concerned he might have hurt Jensen.
“It takes more than that, Padalecki,” Jensen said, cocking an eyebrow at Jared’s crotch, although there was nothing to see right now, because, man, Jared wore his jeans loose.
Jared snapped out of it and snorted. “Right.”
They went to the cafeteria, and the staff was able to produce coffee and donuts, despite the lateness of the hour.
Jensen was going to get his "to go", because they had an early start tomorrow. They were continuing on with the first movie all day tomorrow, and would probably make a start on two the next day.
Jensen was still going to head straight home, despite Jared’s presence, but Jared picked up his coffee and all the donuts and took them to a table, and Jensen either had to follow him or skip the snack altogether. He followed, although he made a mental note to work out an extra fifteen minutes tomorrow. Jared had already started on his first donut, and he must have had the metabolism of a fucking hummingbird to look that good with all the shit Jensen had seen him plow through. Another reason to not like Jared Padalecki.
Jared stretched lazily as Jensen sat down at the table.
“I’m exhausted,” Jared grinned, all white teeth and dimples. “I thought porn would be an easy life, right? Getting paid to have sex and all? Nobody mentions the 14-hour fucking days.” Jared grinned again. “No pun intended.”
Jensen smiled slightly and sipped his coffee. He’d had no illusions at all about what getting into this business would entail. Over 95% of people in the porn industry were here for one reason… they’d failed to make it in mainstream Hollywood, but were pretty enough to get into porn. A small percentage got into it for the same reasons Jensen had, although in some countries that percentage was unfortunately higher. It was an extremely tiny percentage that entered the industry as a career choice, which was apparently what Jared had done.
Who woke up at twenty-four and thought, I know what’d be a fun career… porn!? At fourteen maybe, but not twenty-four. Jared was clearly an idiot.
“Still, got to say, I must be living millions of men’s dreams by making a buck from doing porn with Jensen Ackles.” Jared’s smile became edged with something else. “Not a bad way to make a living.”
An echo of a long ago but never forgotten conversation flitted across Jensen’s mind: Not a bad way to make a living, eh? At least you’ll get a lot of rest on your back.
Jensen forced his mouthful of donut down and picked up his coffee.
“I gotta go. Makeup will kick my ass if I’ve got circles under my eyes tomorrow.”
He felt Jared’s eyes on his back as he left.
***
Jensen avoided Jared for most of the morning, except, obviously when they were filming; it was pretty difficult to avoid someone you were having sex with. Still, that was business and Jensen was a professional, and he’d managed to avoid anything personal, so he counted that as a win.
He remembered his resolution yesterday to work out a little longer, and decided to go to the on-set gym. Gyms were very common on movie sets now as there was frequent downtime for actors, and most actors needed to keep in top shape (and were also, in Jensen’s experience, often narcissistic assholes).
And of course, Jared was there. Jared in a stretched and dirty gray-white t-shirt with some ancient slogan peeling off, in hole-ridden gray sweat pants and dirty sneakers.
Jensen considered his own pristine white t-shirt, designer navy shorts and expensive sneakers, and wondered uncomfortably about narcissistic assholes.
“Hey,” Jared said, grinning blindingly from where he was running on a treadmill, his sweaty hair pulled away from his face in spiky, uneven pigtails.
“Hey,” Jensen grunted back, annoyed with himself. Of course Jared used the gym. He’d have to with all the crap he ate - it was a miracle he wasn’t working out every free moment.
“Going well today, don’t you think?” Jared said, conversationally.
“Yes,” Jensen said. It was. They’d probably be ready to move on to the next movie as planned tomorrow, although they’d return to this one again later. Everyone was ecstatic.
Jensen surveyed the gym equipment. Weights were definitely out with Jared here, because the guy was built like a house and Jensen didn’t want to appear weaker. Even though he benched a respectable amount, odds were it was a less than Jared did.
Jared was on the treadmill and there was only one, since it was a pretty small gym, fitted into a trailer. Rowing machine, maybe?
“Can’t decide how to improve on perfection?” Jared asked with a slightly mocking grin.
“Don’t you think your mouth gets enough exercise?” Jensen asked, and then grimaced as Jared raised his eyebrows at the unintended double-entendre. Porn sets were pun minefields.
“I think maybe you need to work on your gluteus maximus,” Jared said, grinning at him, and Jensen glared back, offended. “I could help you with that if you like?” Jared continued, leering extravagantly at Jensen’s ass.
Jensen made a big show of looking around him before snapping his fingers, “Oh, no right, there aren’t any cameras here because we’re not doing cheesy porn right now. Save it for later, asshole.”
Jared shrugged, still grinning - his default setting, apparently. “Worth a try, bitch.”
***
At the end of the day’s filming Jensen’s felt pretty damn exhausted, but also pretty damn good. Jensen was turning his attitude on this project around, goddamn it: it was going to be a fucking hit, which was good. It would probably extend Jensen’s shelf-life for a little while, which was handy because Jensen had vowed that the second - the second - he sensed that people were starting to think he was over-the-hill, he was gone. So, anything that kept his star status up for a little longer was to be appreciated. So what if it meant that Jared and Eric were going to have fabulous (and long) careers? Jensen was not so petty he was going to resent that, right? Jensen was a bigger person than that.
Jensen jumped as Jared’s big hand slapped onto his shoulder as he walked out to his car. Jared shouldn’t be able to creep up on a person like that.
“We totally rocked today,” Jared said happily.
“Yes, we did,” Jensen replied magnanimously.
Jared nudged his shoulder, “Do you want to go get a drink?”
Jensen stared at him. “What?”
“Get a drink?” Jared said, again. “You know, celebrate?”
Jensen couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He got this a lot. All the fucking time, in fact, but he hadn’t expected it from Jared. Jensen felt a wave of anger at both Jared and himself, because damn - when did he get so soft that people could surprise him?
“I don’t think so,” Jensen said coldly, so fucking sick of going through this again and again. So many assholes thought he would be an easy lay. Hell, some thought he was a perk of the job. Jensen might take it up the ass for the camera, but that didn’t mean he was anybody’s bitch.
“Ah, c’mon,” Jared said, not taking the hint, “we deserve to have a good time.”
“Oh yeah?” Jensen said angrily. “You know what, this isn’t ‘for a good time call Jensen’. OK? You don’t have the right to expect that from me just because of what we do in front of the camera.”
Jared looked kind of shocked.
“That’s not what I meant. I meant a beer or something.”
“Yeah, right,” Jensen had been burned on that one far too many times to fall for it now. “Go find one of the wannabes and have fun.”
Jensen started to walk away, but Jared grabbed his arm. He looked angry, an expression Jensen just wasn’t used to seeing on his face.
“You really do think you’re all that, don’t you?” Jared said. “Are you really so screwed up that you don’t understand just being invited to grab a beer?”
“I know what beer’s a euphemism for, Jared. I’ve been in this business a long time.”
“Yeah, maybe a bit too long! I’m not just looking for a nice tight hole to stick my dick in, you know, because frankly? I get that at the office. Not everyone’s like that, you know, and if that’s the only way people interact with you, then maybe it’s you, not them.”
“Take it from me, Jared,” Jensen said, angry and embarrassed, because who the hell was Jared, a fucking rookie kid to tell him anything? “If someone on set invites you for a beer, they want to get in your pants. And if someone wants to show you their motherfucking etchings, think very carefully before running off to see them.”
Jensen wrenched his arm away and stormed off to his car, glad to have had the last word. He got in the car and could see Jared looking after him in his rear-view mirror. Jensen suddenly and uncomfortably started to think that maybe, just maybe, he might have been acting like an asshole. Maybe.
***
The next morning Jensen was feeling a little sheepish, because he knew perfectly well that Jared wasn't really one of those industry assholes, and he might have overreacted just a tiny bit. He should possibly venture something along the lines of an apology, but Jensen wasn't really very good at apologizing.
He swigged down his second cup of coffee.
“You shouldn’t really drink so much coffee, you know,” Jared said, sitting down next to him in their directors' chairs. They’d both been to makeup and costume already, so they were both in suits. Jensen was wearing his glasses, and Jared had executive hair. “I hear coffee makes you paranoid.”
Jensen couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah, I hear that too,” he said, about as close to an apology as he was going to manage.
“One more cup and you’ll be thinking there’s a whole conspiracy out to get you.”
“Fuck you, bitch,” Jensen said, flipping him off, enjoying his last few moments out of character.
“That’s fuck you sir,” Jared said back with a smirk. “I think I’m going to enjoy today…”
***
Off the Script Part Two