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Pr0n time again, it seems! And this time all the boys are in on it! WHEE!
Title: This Is How We Do It
Author:
kinkynicky
Summary: I’m tired, and I’m bored, and I’m violating them all…in front of each other.
Pairing: HEE! JA/JP - TW/MR - CK/OMC - CMM/solo
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1,722
Warnings: Voyeurism on a huge scale. Everyone is watching everyone. Except Chad…no-one is watching him, he’s just watching everyone else. (Though he wouldn’t admit to that if you asked.) It turned out mostly Jared/Jensen, since they’re my boys. I think it’s maybe seen mostly from Jensen’s perspective too, although it’s not written in first person.
A/N: Again, not sure about this one. Does it feel choppy to you guys?
This Is How We Do It
A house full of guys, all full of beer. It seems like a pretty inevitable thing when the porn comes on. The dilemma is that Chad is straight. I swear, if you bitches put gay porn on I am never talking to any of you again. So it takes Mike almost fifteen minutes to find something that’s not gay, but not straight, something kind of in between that’ll stop Chad complaining.
It’s an orgy, numerous girls and numerous guys, some cracked up story line about a spaceship landing on a planet of sex starved girls, a bunch of twenty-something’s trying to act. It doesn’t do anything for Jensen except make him laugh.
“Man, this is bullshit. Real porn doesn’t even have storylines, what is this crap?”
Mike only shrugs, rolling his head to face an equally amused Tom, who’s laughing, quiet but kind of high-pitched and nodding in Jensen’s direction.
Next thing anyone knows Mike has his tongue in Tom’s mouth, one hand in his hair and the other resting over the crotch of Tom’s jeans. Tom manages to look shocked for about an eighth of a second before he wraps a hand around Mike’s neck.
Every other guy in the room turns to look at the pair of them.
It’s not until Mike actually starts to palm the bulge there that anyone says anything.
“Damn right.” It’s Chris, of course, not even pretending to watch the TV anymore, instead turning himself so he can watch the real action, widening his legs to ‘accommodate’ himself as his hand slips up inside his own shirt, fingers tracing slow circles over his lightly-fuzzed abs.
Jensen can’t decide where to look anymore.
Christian had showed up earlier with some pretty, young thing (Josh, John, Jack, James?), cowboy hat, big eyes, hero worship going on like nothing Jensen has ever seen, and the kid practically falls on Chris’s lap when he’s coaxed there, mouth open and eagerly accepting Chris’s tongue.
“Fuck, you guys, that’s disgusting.” Chad mutters, a twisted look that Jensen always refers to as ‘denial’ on his face as he shifts his body so he can pretend that he can’t see them anymore.
Jared laughs hard at his friend, slapping his own thigh as his other hand creeps across to Jensen’s, who is sitting on the other side of him. He turns to face his co-star as he replies to Chad, his voice low and full of suggestion. “I think it’s hot.”
Jensen laughs too, eyes returning to the Smallville stars who sit across from them, not yet acknowledging Jared’s hand.
“Come on, not you two as well.” Chad groans as he spots Jared’s hand, moving further up Jensen’s leg in a bid for attention. “This is what I get for hanging with you faggots.”
And just to piss Chad off, Jensen wraps his hand in Jared’s shirt and pulls until their mouths meet. Jared’s tongue is hot and wet, and he tastes of the beer they’ve been swigging all night. He’s breathing and moaning through his nose as his hand slips further up Jensen’s leg, completely bypassing the palming, reaching for Jensen’s fly right away.
It’s the sound of the zipper that distracts everyone else.
“Fuck, Jenny.” Jensen looks up at the sound of Chris’s voice, all rough, drunken drawl; gravel-smooth. He’s knocked his friend’s head to one side so he can see, and said friend is twisting too, looking over his shoulder to stare open mouthed as Jared’s hand moves inside Jensen’s jeans.
It’s around that point - as he acknowledges the feel of Jared’s huge hand, and the eyes of all his friends on them both - that Jensen realises this is about as close to an orgy as anything he’s ever been involved in. His morals, however, don’t have enough time to kick in, beaten (in the race to Jensen’s attention) by Jared, chuckling loudly as he leans in, bringing their mouths together again.
Despite how hot it is to be in a room with four other guy’s who’re all doing the same thing that they’re doing, Jared’s perfect mouth on his, Jensen can’t help but smirk at the idea of Chad sitting helplessly watching them all.
“Something funny?” Jared leans back, his brow raised at Jensen who just shakes his head. It’s then that Jared slips down onto the floor, settling on his knees between Jensen’s legs, big hands on his thighs.
“You want my mouth, Jen?” Jared has that look on his face. That ‘I know you do, but I thought I’d ask anyway’ look that makes Jensen’s stomach flip. When the answer ‘Yes’ is thrown out there it isn’t Jensen who says it, and everyone turns to look at Tom, who shrugs, unapologetic.
“I want to watch you suck him off, Padalecki.” He says it boldly, staring down the two Supernatural guys with a smirk, fingers still lazily tracing shapes on Mike’s neck.
“Yeah, me too.” It’s Chris’s friend that time, blushing slightly but staring non-the-less, and Christian slaps the kid on the side of the head. ‘Shut up, Johnny.’ A hint of amusement in his voice.
And if Jensen had had more time to think about it, maybe the squirming would have started, that uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach at the idea of being watched, but instead his head hits the back of the sofa as Jared’s mouth surrounds him,
“Ugnnn…” is about as coherent as he can manage, and even the distant chuckle from Tom or Mike or who the fuck cares does nothing to distract from the feel of Jared’s mouth on him, all wet-heat and suffocating pressure.
“Speaking of sucking…” Jensen hears Mike’s voice, and a laugh from Tom, followed by the distinct noise of someone sliding to their knees.
That’s about when the groans from across the room start to filter into Jensen’s mind, and as he cracks open an eye, he can see - just over Jared’s bobbing head - that Chris has his friend’s jeans down mid-thigh and is stroking. Jensen is momentarily hypnotised by the way Chris’ bicep muscle moves when he does that…until Jared lets go to lick a long, wet stripe up the underside of his cock.
When their eyes meet, Jared raises a brow, obviously wondering what could be more hypnotising than the sight of his lips around Jensen’s dick, and the more he thinks on it, the more Jensen realises there really isn’t anything more mesmerising than that, so, threading his fingers through long hair, he silently asks Jared to hypnotise him.
At this point, Chad has obviously temporarily forgotten how straight he is, because his eyes are glued to Jared and Jensen, and his hand is wrapped around his dick, both feet planted firmly on the ground as he thrusts up into his own fist, whining in the back of his throat like the bitch he is, as his eyes fall half-closed.
Jensen would laugh if he remembered how.
It is certainly a sight to behold. Six WB stars and an unknown all sitting in pairs - except for Chad, who couldn’t keep a partner to save his career - kissing, sucking and yes, fucking, Jensen notes after a quick glance at Chris and friend. There is no way in hell the kid hasn’t done this before the way he’s mewling as he rides Chris.
That’s just how Jensen remembers him. Lazy. You do all the work, I’ll just enjoy the view. It’s not really any wonder Jensen appreciates Jared the way he does. Jared, who is now roughly fisting his own dick while he continues to suck Jensen’s, making all the right noises, vibrating around Jensen in a way that should be illegal.
Although his cock is telling him he really wants Jared to stay where he is, Jensen finds himself pulling his co-star back up to lean between his legs, his hand remaining in Jared’s hair as he pulls him in for a kiss, swatting his hand away and wrapping his own warm fingers around Jared’s erection.
“Jen…” is about all Jared can manage again his mouth, hips thrusting into Jensen’s hand, eyes falling closed as he leans his head against Jensen’s shoulder. As they stroke each other, they can hear the others, all groaning and muttering, things that neither of them can really hear, but they can imagine, and suddenly Jared is laughing into Jensen’s shoulder and shaking his head. “This is so…goddamn...fucked up…”
This whole time Chad has stayed completely silent, and a glance at his face now reveals a look of heavy concentration, like maybe he’s trying not to make a sound, like maybe the other won’t notice he even moved if he can come without making a sound.
Now Jensen is laughing too.
Mike is loud when he comes - but Jensen had expected that - saying “Tommy, Tommy, Tommy…” over and over again (probably the only time Tom lets Mike actually call him that) and Tom lays his cheek against Mike’s hot thigh as he strokes himself faster, eyes closing, a look of almost pain sweeping his face as he comes, Mike’s hand in his hair.
Chad comes right about then too, almost exactly at the same time as Chris’s friend, both of them coming all over their hands and stomachs, although Johnny’s manages to hit Chris too, and that seems to trigger him off. “Jesus - fucking - ugnn…”
The room smells strongly of sex, and Jensen can’t tell if he’s disgusted or more turned on by that, but it seems to be doing something for Jared, who is sucking on Jensen’s neck as he tugs at his co-stars cock with more vigour. When they come, it’s all over each other, hands, stomachs, jeans. It shouldn’t be as beautiful as it is.
The same feeling of completion sweeps Jensen, the one that always does when he’s with Jared. More than after-glow, a kind of calm that no-one has the right to feel while they’re sitting with their dick out in a room full of their buddies.
The only noise now is seven sets of laboured breath, each guy sitting in complete silence, Jared stroking Jensen’s hair, Christian’s mouth brushing against the side of his friends face. Everything is peacefully, comfortably quiet, until-
“….if any of you fags mention this ever again, I’m outing you all to the press,”
The End