CW RPS: Jared/Jensen
Title: Sharp Dressed Man
Fandom: CW RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,403
Summary: Jared has a thing for Jensen's Hollywood Video uniform.
Notes: This is part of my Love Shack 'Verse so you should be familiar with those stories, too. Big thanks to neroli66 for being such a wonderful beta.
Jared shelved the last movie in his hands and headed back towards the register. It was already noon on Wednesday, and Jensen had yet to pop in the weekly porn. It was kind of crazy, but Jared had gotten to love their weekly discussions and sarcasm when it came to the porn. He had also noticed that Alyson hadn’t worked a Wednesday in months, and Tom somehow always ended up working them with Jensen and him. His boyfriend had a cruel streak, but the way Tom pretended to avoid the screens and sported a heated blush all Wednesday from opening to closing was kind of adorable. Sometimes Jared wondered how Mike and Tom ever got together. They seemed like two completely different personalities and should have clashed instead of working so well together.
“I was just telling Tommy here that it’s his turn to pick this week’s flick,” Jensen said, leaning back in his chair as Jared approached the counter. He had his hands locked behind his head, and Jared took a moment to appreciate the way his biceps bulged and strained against the white material of his polo shirt.
“So it’s gonna be soft core and possibly lesbian?” Jared said with a smirk. He’d noticed that Tom tended to avoid the dick when it came to porn, most likely because of his embarrassment of being turned on at work. It sucked sometimes, but Jared had always been able to brush it off. Sometimes being half-hard for the last part of his shift made the sex all that much better once he got home and cornered Jensen in their apartment.
Their apartment. Jared couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he reminded himself for the oh, hundredth time that day that he lived with Jensen. Sure, it had taken getting booted from his parent’s house to make the move happen, but it made him happier than he could remember ever being. There was just something about going to bed and waking up with Jensen every day that made him overjoyed. He really couldn’t picture himself with anyone else, as scary of a thought as that was.
“You with us, big boy?” Jensen asked, snapping his fingers in front of Jared’s face. Jared nipped at his fingers, his tongue darting out to swipe along Jensen’s ring finger. He tasted salt and the cool metal of Jensen’s ring before he pulled back, remembering that Tom was standing right next to them.
“Yeah, just daydreaming,” Jared admitted as he hopped up on the counter. He leaned back and sighed when Jensen’s hand found the nape of his neck and settled there. He damn near purred when Jensen trailed his fingers over the soft hairs there, gently caressing in a way that was on the verge of obscene.
“Fantasizing about your man?” Tom asked as he reached up and flicked Jared’s ear. Jensen dropped his hand and looked around the store before standing up.
“Where you going?” Jared asked, trying to keep his voice from falling. Damn, he was whipped.
“I need to go over some paperwork in the back room before we get on with the day’s festivities. Keep an eye on Tom and make sure he picks out something fun,” Jensen said with a wink. He saluted them and then turned and headed towards the back office. Jared tried not to pout and reminded himself that he was a big boy now and didn’t need his boyfriend with him all the time.
“You hear that, Welling?” Jared asked with a grin. “I get to supervise.”
“I’m perfectly capable of picking out a decent porno,” Tom told him as he stood up. He started walking to the adult section, and Jared hopped off of the counter and hurried after him.
“How about we actually get some gay porn this time? Last time we let you control Hump Day, it was full of lesbians and boobs. Do you have some secret woman fetish we need to address?” Jared asked as he traced his fingers along the shelf, stroking random porn stars along the way.
“Yeah, I’m trying to convince Mike he needs a pair,” Tom quipped, rolling his eyes at Jared. He slapped Jared’s hand off of a particularly military looking film and appeared to go deep into thought as his eyes settled on a few foreign films. Jared didn’t get the point of them, though moaning was moaning no matter what language you put it in.
“He needs a pair of something...just not breasts,” Jared replied with a laugh. He tilted his head and read over the titles, avoiding anything with too many blondes or too many breasts. It didn’t leave much, but a few looked appealing. Of course, he had his own personal porn star ready for the taking in the office. Maybe he could distract Tom enough that he could sneak away and get some of his own Hump Day humping in.
“Oh trust me,” Tom said, his cheeks reddening as he spoke, “He’s got balls, too.”
“He’d have to if you guys really hooked up in the bathroom at the bar the other night,” Jared said, cringing as it slipped out of his mouth. He really wasn’t sure what the rules were about to much information and Tom Welling. The guy was older than him and seemed way too innocent. Sometimes he found it hard to believe Tom was actually dating Mike, who was one of the sketchier guys Jared knew.
“You weren’t in that bathroom,” Tom said, a huge smile overtaking his face. Jared felt himself blushing, realizing that maybe there was more to Tom than he’d thought.
“Is that the weirdest place you’ve ever hooked up with Mike?” Jared asked, figuring he might as well get a little daring. They were browsing the adult section, after all.
“Not at all,” Tom said. He raised an eyebrow when Jared waved his hands, wanting more details. He sighed, because obviously he was actually going to have to ask. Perhaps Tom wasn’t all that much more innocent than Jared was.
“So uh...where was it then?” Jared asked, managing to meet Tom’s eyes. The little bastard was smirking at him, and Jared reminded himself not to overlook the fact that Tom was dating Mike and had to have a little bit of a wild streak to him.
“You might not want to lean so hard on the counter over at the Love Shack next time you go in there. I know you usually plaster yourself all over it. Not sure if it’s been cleaned,” Tom told him, laughing when Jared paled and shot him a worried look.
“The counter?” he asked, a bit taken back. They did it at work. That meant that all of his fantasies involving Jensen and Hollywood Video weren’t that far off base. Hell, they might even be attainable if he played his cards right. Suddenly he wanted to be a master poker player, and he risked a glance back at the office door. It was shut, but Jared knew Jensen wouldn’t turn him away if he walked in there.
“Right up against it,” Tom said, nodding as he turned back to the shelves. He squatted down so he could look at the lower titles, and finally snagged something off the shelf and held it up in front of Jared. “How about this one?” he asked, waving the movie around.
“Um, yeah...sure,” Jared told him, not really noticing what it said. He eyed Tom wearily and swallowed loudly. “So have you ever done it here?” He’d just pretend that his voice didn’t crack on the question. Surely Tom didn’t notice it.
“Not at Hollywood,” Tom said, shaking his head. He seemed pretty pleased with his movie choice, and Jared wondered how much trouble he’d be in for approving it. Hopefully Jensen wouldn’t be in a very stern mood by the time they actually got around to watching the movie, though. “What about you?” Tom asked with a smirk.
“Give me about fifteen minutes and ask again,” Jared said, priding himself on the way his voice stayed strong. He stuck out his chin, daring Tom to tell him no, and then grinned at his friend.
“Sounds good to me,” Tom said. “I’ll just uh...be shelving. Have a good break!” He sounded way too cheerful for someone who’d just been told two of his friends were going to go fuck on the clock, but Jared scurried off, not about to push his luck. He squared his shoulder as he approached the door to the office, unable to stop smiling as he pushed through the door and took in Jensen’s confused expression.
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Jensen stared at the order form in front of him, willing the numbers to stop bleeding together. Eric should get on top of things and fill out his own damn forms. Wasn’t that what an owner was for? Jensen sighed and rolled his neck, suddenly developing a slight headache. He just had two more forms to go over and then the Hump Day celebration could begin. Thank God he left Jared with Tom in order to oversee the movie selection. With his horrible taste in porn, it was a wonder Tommy ever got laid. Though with Mike for a boyfriend, he was bound to get his fair share of sexing.
Jensen looked up as the door flung open, wrinkling his brow at Jared when he slammed the door behind him and just grinned. Jensen sighed and looked back down at his paperwork, intent on getting it done so he could go back to the Hump Day festivities.
“Is that form more interesting than I am?” Jared asked, forcing Jensen to drag his eyes away from the paper in front of him. He was surprised to find Jared leaning back against the door, casually stroking his nipples through his shirt.
“Dude, cameras!” he hissed, shooting a worried look to the security camera that hung in the corner by the door. Jared shook his head and laughed, then reached up with one hand and slowly covered the camera, turning it so it faced the wall instead of the room.
“We’ll manage,” he said, his voice husky and already dripping with promises of sex. Jensen swallowed and set down his pen, realizing he probably wasn’t going to get his work done any time soon. He leaned back in his chair, locking his fingers behind his head as he stared at his boyfriend, who was still lazily rubbing one hand over his chest. Jared’s other hand clenched into a fist around the hem of his shirt, and he slowly started pushing it up, revealing his tight abs slow inch by inch. Jensen started to move, but a glare from Jared put him back in his chair.
“Wanna help,” he said as he edged forward on the chair. He leaned on his desk, propping his head up with his elbows and just watched the show.
“You will...just not yet,” Jared winked at him and tugged his shirt over his head, emerging with even messier hair and a goofy grin. Then it was all sex again as he trailed his fingers up and down his chest, stopping to circle one areola with light fingertips. He pinched it, a deep moan filling the room as he twisted the bud.
Jensen bit down on his lower lip, tasting blood as he struggles not to move from his seat. He gulped when Jared’s hands settled on the fly of his jeans, and let out a soft moan when Jared slowly unzipped them and parted the material. Jensen’s own cock was throbbing in his khakis; a sweet torment as he watched his gorgeous boyfriend strip for him.
Jared didn’t bother removing his jeans, and strode over to the desk with them pushed open and resting low on his hips. His cock was eye level when he stopped in front of the desk and Jensen subconsciously leaned forward, dying to get his lips wrapped around it. Jared let out a husky laugh and playfully swatted Jensen on the side of the head.
He took his sweet time getting around the desk, much to Jensen’s annoyance. He was hard enough to hammer nails, and forced to dig his nails into his palms rather than risk standing up and pissing off Jared. Then suddenly Jared was at his side, hooking his hands under Jensen’s armpits to pull him up.
Jensen’s response was lost in Jared’s mouth as he found himself under assault. It was all he could do to stay vertical when Jared’s tongue thrust into his mouth, tracing over his teeth before sweeping across his tongue. Jensen moaned into the kiss and brought his hands up to Jared’s neck. He stroked his thumbs over Jared’s hairline and then threaded his fingers into that messy mop of hair.
Jared pulled out of the kiss, panting harshly as he grinned at Jensen. “I have a thing for your uniform,” he admitted, ducking his head as a blush crept over his features. Jensen shrugged and looked down at his khakis and white Hollywood Video polo shirt. Hell, Jared could have a thing for whatever he damn well pleased, as long as it kept getting Jensen laid.
“So you said,” Jensen replied, keeping his face straight. “I seem to recall something about a sharp dressed man and ZZ Top?”
“Yeah, so when Kripke wonders how his office got so messy, blame ZZ Top,” Jared laughed again and then crushed his mouth against Jensen’s. Jensen broke the kiss and let out a choked hissed when he found himself shoved against the desk. Jared was behind him; yards of heated flesh against his back. He could feel the hardness of Jared’s cock nestled between his thighs, and leaned back against it, shoving his hips into Jared’s.
“What are you gonna do?” Jensen asked, though he had a pretty good idea what Jared had in mind. He smirked against the wood of the desk when he heard a sound of a condom ripping open.
“Gonna fuck you, right up against this desk,” Jared growled, low and hot in his ear. His fingers raked over Jensen’s chest, twisting his nipples through his polo shirt before he reached down and undid his fly. Then his pants were shoved aside, and Jensen spread his legs, his entire chest resting on the desktop. He could feel random papers stuck to his cheek, and gave one last thought to the ruined paperwork before he lost his ability to think rationally.
There was a softer ripping sound and seconds later, Jensen felt the cool press of lubed fingers against his ass. He moaned and pushed back against the touch, crying out softly when Jared’s finger slid inside of him. Jared’s other hand was hot on his hip, holding him in place as he fucked him with one finger. Jared curved it, and Jensen shouted as it brushed that spot that made his insides melt. He realized he was panting, gasping for breath as Jared continued to work him open, adding another finger.
“Try not to come on the paperwork,” Jared said, his mouth pressed against Jensen’s neck. Jensen whimpered at the tone of his voice and the hot puffs of air hitting his neck. Then Jared’s fingers slipped out of Jensen’s ass and he felt something larger against his hole. Jensen shivered when Jared slid into him, gently easing his way into his tight ass. Jared paused when he was buried to the hilt, giving Jensen a few seconds to get used to being full, and then he rolled his hips and started thrusting for real.
Jensen dragged his hands over the desktop, scattering forms and files as he fought for some kind of hold on the smooth surface. Jared was a force behind him, pumping his hips with mechanical precision as he shattered Jensen’s whole world. The sweet burn of Jared’s cock inside him had Jensen on edge, and his own erection rubbed against the desk, threatening to break Jared’s rule about not coming on the work.
“So damn hot,” Jared whispered before latching onto his ear, pulling the tender flesh between his teeth as he fucked him harder. Jensen’s hands moved on their own accord, coming back behind him to splay over Jared’s hips and pull him in. Jared was plastered against Jensen’s back as they rocked on top of the desk, their loud panting filling the small office. Jensen shot a frantic glance at the security camera and wondered if Jared had bothered to lock the door.
“Jare,” Jensen chocked out in a breathy voice. He shifted on the desk, propping himself up on his elbows again and hung his head down so that his chin was pressed to his chest. Jared moved with him, not breaking his steady thrusts as he continued to drive Jensen mad.
“That’s it…come for me, Jen,” Jared murmured in his ear. He worked a hand between their bodies and fisted it around Jensen’s cock, pumping him in time with his thrusts. Jensen’s eyes slammed shut, and his arms were shaking as Jared’s hand stroked him. His thumb rubbed over the slit in the head of Jensen’s cock and Jensen lost it, his body tensing as he came in hot spurts all over Jared’s hand and the desk in front of him.
Jensen collapsed on top of the desk, dragging Jared down with him as aftershocks shot through his body. Jared rocked his hips a few more times and then Jensen felt him go stiff at his back, crying out Jensen’s name as he came, too.
When he could move again, Jensen opened his eyes and let out a whimper at the loss of his paperwork. He could feel Jared’s laugh before he heard it, the vibrations running through his chest as he climbed off of Jensen.
“Sorry,” Jared mumbled as he stood up and helped Jensen turn over. He had the decency to look apologetic as he offered Jensen a sheepish grin and waved a hand at the ruined forms spread out on the desk. “I told you not to come on it,” he said with a shrug.
“God, I love you,” Jensen told him with a laugh. He reached out and pulled Jared down to him, not caring that he’d have to redo the paperwork or that he was sitting in a cooling splash of his own come. All that mattered was the easy way Jared’s mouth fit against his and the feel of his hard body under Jensen's hands.
“Love you, too,” Jared said when he pulled back and went to work straightening their clothing. He cringed when he pulled up his pants, and Jensen laughed when he noticed the wet stain on the front of them. Jared was all out giggling by the time he tucked Jensen back into his khakis and smoothed his large, heavy hands over the wrinkled polo shirt. At least the day was almost over and chances were no one but Jared and Tom would see Jensen before they closed.
“Let me fix this mess and then we’ll start the movie, okay?” Jensen asked as he gestured at the come covered desk top.
“Yeah, though don’t kill me when you see whatever Tom picked out,” Jared eyed the security camera and then turned it so it was facing the right away again.
“What did you do?” Jensen questioned, glaring a bit when he realized he never should have left Jared in charge of the other boy. Though lesbian filled sex romps would be a lot easier to sit through now that he’d have the feeling of Jared inside of him for the rest of the night.
“I’m not really sure,” Jared admitted, still giggling as he walked out of the office. “I was a bit distracted!” he called out over his shoulder. Jensen chuckled as he watched the door slam closed and turned back to the desk, ready to clean up the best he could. Next time they fucked in the office - and there would be a next time - Jensen would make sure he had all the important work out of the way first.
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ZZ Top - Sharp Dressed Man
Fandom: CW RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,403
Summary: Jared has a thing for Jensen's Hollywood Video uniform.
Notes: This is part of my Love Shack 'Verse so you should be familiar with those stories, too. Big thanks to neroli66 for being such a wonderful beta.
Jared shelved the last movie in his hands and headed back towards the register. It was already noon on Wednesday, and Jensen had yet to pop in the weekly porn. It was kind of crazy, but Jared had gotten to love their weekly discussions and sarcasm when it came to the porn. He had also noticed that Alyson hadn’t worked a Wednesday in months, and Tom somehow always ended up working them with Jensen and him. His boyfriend had a cruel streak, but the way Tom pretended to avoid the screens and sported a heated blush all Wednesday from opening to closing was kind of adorable. Sometimes Jared wondered how Mike and Tom ever got together. They seemed like two completely different personalities and should have clashed instead of working so well together.
“I was just telling Tommy here that it’s his turn to pick this week’s flick,” Jensen said, leaning back in his chair as Jared approached the counter. He had his hands locked behind his head, and Jared took a moment to appreciate the way his biceps bulged and strained against the white material of his polo shirt.
“So it’s gonna be soft core and possibly lesbian?” Jared said with a smirk. He’d noticed that Tom tended to avoid the dick when it came to porn, most likely because of his embarrassment of being turned on at work. It sucked sometimes, but Jared had always been able to brush it off. Sometimes being half-hard for the last part of his shift made the sex all that much better once he got home and cornered Jensen in their apartment.
Their apartment. Jared couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he reminded himself for the oh, hundredth time that day that he lived with Jensen. Sure, it had taken getting booted from his parent’s house to make the move happen, but it made him happier than he could remember ever being. There was just something about going to bed and waking up with Jensen every day that made him overjoyed. He really couldn’t picture himself with anyone else, as scary of a thought as that was.
“You with us, big boy?” Jensen asked, snapping his fingers in front of Jared’s face. Jared nipped at his fingers, his tongue darting out to swipe along Jensen’s ring finger. He tasted salt and the cool metal of Jensen’s ring before he pulled back, remembering that Tom was standing right next to them.
“Yeah, just daydreaming,” Jared admitted as he hopped up on the counter. He leaned back and sighed when Jensen’s hand found the nape of his neck and settled there. He damn near purred when Jensen trailed his fingers over the soft hairs there, gently caressing in a way that was on the verge of obscene.
“Fantasizing about your man?” Tom asked as he reached up and flicked Jared’s ear. Jensen dropped his hand and looked around the store before standing up.
“Where you going?” Jared asked, trying to keep his voice from falling. Damn, he was whipped.
“I need to go over some paperwork in the back room before we get on with the day’s festivities. Keep an eye on Tom and make sure he picks out something fun,” Jensen said with a wink. He saluted them and then turned and headed towards the back office. Jared tried not to pout and reminded himself that he was a big boy now and didn’t need his boyfriend with him all the time.
“You hear that, Welling?” Jared asked with a grin. “I get to supervise.”
“I’m perfectly capable of picking out a decent porno,” Tom told him as he stood up. He started walking to the adult section, and Jared hopped off of the counter and hurried after him.
“How about we actually get some gay porn this time? Last time we let you control Hump Day, it was full of lesbians and boobs. Do you have some secret woman fetish we need to address?” Jared asked as he traced his fingers along the shelf, stroking random porn stars along the way.
“Yeah, I’m trying to convince Mike he needs a pair,” Tom quipped, rolling his eyes at Jared. He slapped Jared’s hand off of a particularly military looking film and appeared to go deep into thought as his eyes settled on a few foreign films. Jared didn’t get the point of them, though moaning was moaning no matter what language you put it in.
“He needs a pair of something...just not breasts,” Jared replied with a laugh. He tilted his head and read over the titles, avoiding anything with too many blondes or too many breasts. It didn’t leave much, but a few looked appealing. Of course, he had his own personal porn star ready for the taking in the office. Maybe he could distract Tom enough that he could sneak away and get some of his own Hump Day humping in.
“Oh trust me,” Tom said, his cheeks reddening as he spoke, “He’s got balls, too.”
“He’d have to if you guys really hooked up in the bathroom at the bar the other night,” Jared said, cringing as it slipped out of his mouth. He really wasn’t sure what the rules were about to much information and Tom Welling. The guy was older than him and seemed way too innocent. Sometimes he found it hard to believe Tom was actually dating Mike, who was one of the sketchier guys Jared knew.
“You weren’t in that bathroom,” Tom said, a huge smile overtaking his face. Jared felt himself blushing, realizing that maybe there was more to Tom than he’d thought.
“Is that the weirdest place you’ve ever hooked up with Mike?” Jared asked, figuring he might as well get a little daring. They were browsing the adult section, after all.
“Not at all,” Tom said. He raised an eyebrow when Jared waved his hands, wanting more details. He sighed, because obviously he was actually going to have to ask. Perhaps Tom wasn’t all that much more innocent than Jared was.
“So uh...where was it then?” Jared asked, managing to meet Tom’s eyes. The little bastard was smirking at him, and Jared reminded himself not to overlook the fact that Tom was dating Mike and had to have a little bit of a wild streak to him.
“You might not want to lean so hard on the counter over at the Love Shack next time you go in there. I know you usually plaster yourself all over it. Not sure if it’s been cleaned,” Tom told him, laughing when Jared paled and shot him a worried look.
“The counter?” he asked, a bit taken back. They did it at work. That meant that all of his fantasies involving Jensen and Hollywood Video weren’t that far off base. Hell, they might even be attainable if he played his cards right. Suddenly he wanted to be a master poker player, and he risked a glance back at the office door. It was shut, but Jared knew Jensen wouldn’t turn him away if he walked in there.
“Right up against it,” Tom said, nodding as he turned back to the shelves. He squatted down so he could look at the lower titles, and finally snagged something off the shelf and held it up in front of Jared. “How about this one?” he asked, waving the movie around.
“Um, yeah...sure,” Jared told him, not really noticing what it said. He eyed Tom wearily and swallowed loudly. “So have you ever done it here?” He’d just pretend that his voice didn’t crack on the question. Surely Tom didn’t notice it.
“Not at Hollywood,” Tom said, shaking his head. He seemed pretty pleased with his movie choice, and Jared wondered how much trouble he’d be in for approving it. Hopefully Jensen wouldn’t be in a very stern mood by the time they actually got around to watching the movie, though. “What about you?” Tom asked with a smirk.
“Give me about fifteen minutes and ask again,” Jared said, priding himself on the way his voice stayed strong. He stuck out his chin, daring Tom to tell him no, and then grinned at his friend.
“Sounds good to me,” Tom said. “I’ll just uh...be shelving. Have a good break!” He sounded way too cheerful for someone who’d just been told two of his friends were going to go fuck on the clock, but Jared scurried off, not about to push his luck. He squared his shoulder as he approached the door to the office, unable to stop smiling as he pushed through the door and took in Jensen’s confused expression.
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Jensen stared at the order form in front of him, willing the numbers to stop bleeding together. Eric should get on top of things and fill out his own damn forms. Wasn’t that what an owner was for? Jensen sighed and rolled his neck, suddenly developing a slight headache. He just had two more forms to go over and then the Hump Day celebration could begin. Thank God he left Jared with Tom in order to oversee the movie selection. With his horrible taste in porn, it was a wonder Tommy ever got laid. Though with Mike for a boyfriend, he was bound to get his fair share of sexing.
Jensen looked up as the door flung open, wrinkling his brow at Jared when he slammed the door behind him and just grinned. Jensen sighed and looked back down at his paperwork, intent on getting it done so he could go back to the Hump Day festivities.
“Is that form more interesting than I am?” Jared asked, forcing Jensen to drag his eyes away from the paper in front of him. He was surprised to find Jared leaning back against the door, casually stroking his nipples through his shirt.
“Dude, cameras!” he hissed, shooting a worried look to the security camera that hung in the corner by the door. Jared shook his head and laughed, then reached up with one hand and slowly covered the camera, turning it so it faced the wall instead of the room.
“We’ll manage,” he said, his voice husky and already dripping with promises of sex. Jensen swallowed and set down his pen, realizing he probably wasn’t going to get his work done any time soon. He leaned back in his chair, locking his fingers behind his head as he stared at his boyfriend, who was still lazily rubbing one hand over his chest. Jared’s other hand clenched into a fist around the hem of his shirt, and he slowly started pushing it up, revealing his tight abs slow inch by inch. Jensen started to move, but a glare from Jared put him back in his chair.
“Wanna help,” he said as he edged forward on the chair. He leaned on his desk, propping his head up with his elbows and just watched the show.
“You will...just not yet,” Jared winked at him and tugged his shirt over his head, emerging with even messier hair and a goofy grin. Then it was all sex again as he trailed his fingers up and down his chest, stopping to circle one areola with light fingertips. He pinched it, a deep moan filling the room as he twisted the bud.
Jensen bit down on his lower lip, tasting blood as he struggles not to move from his seat. He gulped when Jared’s hands settled on the fly of his jeans, and let out a soft moan when Jared slowly unzipped them and parted the material. Jensen’s own cock was throbbing in his khakis; a sweet torment as he watched his gorgeous boyfriend strip for him.
Jared didn’t bother removing his jeans, and strode over to the desk with them pushed open and resting low on his hips. His cock was eye level when he stopped in front of the desk and Jensen subconsciously leaned forward, dying to get his lips wrapped around it. Jared let out a husky laugh and playfully swatted Jensen on the side of the head.
He took his sweet time getting around the desk, much to Jensen’s annoyance. He was hard enough to hammer nails, and forced to dig his nails into his palms rather than risk standing up and pissing off Jared. Then suddenly Jared was at his side, hooking his hands under Jensen’s armpits to pull him up.
Jensen’s response was lost in Jared’s mouth as he found himself under assault. It was all he could do to stay vertical when Jared’s tongue thrust into his mouth, tracing over his teeth before sweeping across his tongue. Jensen moaned into the kiss and brought his hands up to Jared’s neck. He stroked his thumbs over Jared’s hairline and then threaded his fingers into that messy mop of hair.
Jared pulled out of the kiss, panting harshly as he grinned at Jensen. “I have a thing for your uniform,” he admitted, ducking his head as a blush crept over his features. Jensen shrugged and looked down at his khakis and white Hollywood Video polo shirt. Hell, Jared could have a thing for whatever he damn well pleased, as long as it kept getting Jensen laid.
“So you said,” Jensen replied, keeping his face straight. “I seem to recall something about a sharp dressed man and ZZ Top?”
“Yeah, so when Kripke wonders how his office got so messy, blame ZZ Top,” Jared laughed again and then crushed his mouth against Jensen’s. Jensen broke the kiss and let out a choked hissed when he found himself shoved against the desk. Jared was behind him; yards of heated flesh against his back. He could feel the hardness of Jared’s cock nestled between his thighs, and leaned back against it, shoving his hips into Jared’s.
“What are you gonna do?” Jensen asked, though he had a pretty good idea what Jared had in mind. He smirked against the wood of the desk when he heard a sound of a condom ripping open.
“Gonna fuck you, right up against this desk,” Jared growled, low and hot in his ear. His fingers raked over Jensen’s chest, twisting his nipples through his polo shirt before he reached down and undid his fly. Then his pants were shoved aside, and Jensen spread his legs, his entire chest resting on the desktop. He could feel random papers stuck to his cheek, and gave one last thought to the ruined paperwork before he lost his ability to think rationally.
There was a softer ripping sound and seconds later, Jensen felt the cool press of lubed fingers against his ass. He moaned and pushed back against the touch, crying out softly when Jared’s finger slid inside of him. Jared’s other hand was hot on his hip, holding him in place as he fucked him with one finger. Jared curved it, and Jensen shouted as it brushed that spot that made his insides melt. He realized he was panting, gasping for breath as Jared continued to work him open, adding another finger.
“Try not to come on the paperwork,” Jared said, his mouth pressed against Jensen’s neck. Jensen whimpered at the tone of his voice and the hot puffs of air hitting his neck. Then Jared’s fingers slipped out of Jensen’s ass and he felt something larger against his hole. Jensen shivered when Jared slid into him, gently easing his way into his tight ass. Jared paused when he was buried to the hilt, giving Jensen a few seconds to get used to being full, and then he rolled his hips and started thrusting for real.
Jensen dragged his hands over the desktop, scattering forms and files as he fought for some kind of hold on the smooth surface. Jared was a force behind him, pumping his hips with mechanical precision as he shattered Jensen’s whole world. The sweet burn of Jared’s cock inside him had Jensen on edge, and his own erection rubbed against the desk, threatening to break Jared’s rule about not coming on the work.
“So damn hot,” Jared whispered before latching onto his ear, pulling the tender flesh between his teeth as he fucked him harder. Jensen’s hands moved on their own accord, coming back behind him to splay over Jared’s hips and pull him in. Jared was plastered against Jensen’s back as they rocked on top of the desk, their loud panting filling the small office. Jensen shot a frantic glance at the security camera and wondered if Jared had bothered to lock the door.
“Jare,” Jensen chocked out in a breathy voice. He shifted on the desk, propping himself up on his elbows again and hung his head down so that his chin was pressed to his chest. Jared moved with him, not breaking his steady thrusts as he continued to drive Jensen mad.
“That’s it…come for me, Jen,” Jared murmured in his ear. He worked a hand between their bodies and fisted it around Jensen’s cock, pumping him in time with his thrusts. Jensen’s eyes slammed shut, and his arms were shaking as Jared’s hand stroked him. His thumb rubbed over the slit in the head of Jensen’s cock and Jensen lost it, his body tensing as he came in hot spurts all over Jared’s hand and the desk in front of him.
Jensen collapsed on top of the desk, dragging Jared down with him as aftershocks shot through his body. Jared rocked his hips a few more times and then Jensen felt him go stiff at his back, crying out Jensen’s name as he came, too.
When he could move again, Jensen opened his eyes and let out a whimper at the loss of his paperwork. He could feel Jared’s laugh before he heard it, the vibrations running through his chest as he climbed off of Jensen.
“Sorry,” Jared mumbled as he stood up and helped Jensen turn over. He had the decency to look apologetic as he offered Jensen a sheepish grin and waved a hand at the ruined forms spread out on the desk. “I told you not to come on it,” he said with a shrug.
“God, I love you,” Jensen told him with a laugh. He reached out and pulled Jared down to him, not caring that he’d have to redo the paperwork or that he was sitting in a cooling splash of his own come. All that mattered was the easy way Jared’s mouth fit against his and the feel of his hard body under Jensen's hands.
“Love you, too,” Jared said when he pulled back and went to work straightening their clothing. He cringed when he pulled up his pants, and Jensen laughed when he noticed the wet stain on the front of them. Jared was all out giggling by the time he tucked Jensen back into his khakis and smoothed his large, heavy hands over the wrinkled polo shirt. At least the day was almost over and chances were no one but Jared and Tom would see Jensen before they closed.
“Let me fix this mess and then we’ll start the movie, okay?” Jensen asked as he gestured at the come covered desk top.
“Yeah, though don’t kill me when you see whatever Tom picked out,” Jared eyed the security camera and then turned it so it was facing the right away again.
“What did you do?” Jensen questioned, glaring a bit when he realized he never should have left Jared in charge of the other boy. Though lesbian filled sex romps would be a lot easier to sit through now that he’d have the feeling of Jared inside of him for the rest of the night.
“I’m not really sure,” Jared admitted, still giggling as he walked out of the office. “I was a bit distracted!” he called out over his shoulder. Jensen chuckled as he watched the door slam closed and turned back to the desk, ready to clean up the best he could. Next time they fucked in the office - and there would be a next time - Jensen would make sure he had all the important work out of the way first.
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