Fic: In The Stacks (J2)
HAPPY F**KING BIRTHDAY amproof!
I made you a present.
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Title: In The Stacks
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: R/NC-17
Length: One Shot. >3k
Warnings: Sex sex sex. And swearing.
Disclaimer: Lies. All lies.
Summary: Library!Smut in honour of Am's birthday. Complete with poetry reading and desk!sex. I'm so sorry Am, I'm pretty much certain this isn't what you were after, but I hope it makes you smile.
Author’s Notes: In the continuing tradition of my fandom!promiscuity, this is my first ever J2 fic. Would so completely not have been written without
madame_d and her Ridiculously Epic J2 Rec List of Doom. Kudos and *hugs* to her.
Jensen hates night shoots. They make him feel like a vampire.
It doesn't matter how stealthy production are about it, how gradually they push the call times later and later, he doesn't adapt. He can't stand sleeping during the daylight hours. Even now that he's trained himself to sleep through, he still feels like he's missing out, like something is intrinsically *wrong* with being awake at 3am.
It's 3am now and he's wandering around a deserted University library. Electrics are across the hall in the cafeteria, lighting the next scene. They've been going for forty five minutes with no end in sight. Jensen could tell from the crackling sphere of annoyance around the 1st AD that they're over schedule. That was when he decided to talk a little walk.
The library is dark and quiet. Peaceful. It's weird to be here after hours. Jensen looks around at the clear aisles, empty desks and neatly stacked books, imagining what it must look like during the day. Those large floor-to-ceiling windows would let a lot of light in, the freestanding racks of paperbacks casting shadows across the floor. There would be a hum of activity, students and tutors reading, photocopying, scanning shelves. But it would be quiet activity and hushed tones. The thought is comforting.
He looks up and finds he's standing in the poetry section. He grabs a book at random only to find it's William Shakespeare. That takes him back to high school drama classes, and trying to tie his tongue around "hath" and "thou". He flips the book over, letting the pages fall apart as they will, scanning his eyes over the text as he continues to wander through the quiet stacks.
Romeo and Juliet, Act 3, Scene 5. He knows this one. He doesn't remember performing it, so he's probably just recalling it from a film version or a play. Checking to make sure he's alone, he starts to read aloud, testing out the words on his tongue to see if they roll off any easier now that he's made a living of acting.
"It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east."
He stops a moment to snicker a little at the absurdity of what he's doing. But decides what the hell, why not keep going. He wanders over to the window, pressing his hand against the cool glass, performing to an unseen audience.
"Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops."
He can't see anything outside the window, just darkness. Not even streetlights. Perhaps the library window has a view of the ocean in daylight. Or maybe a forest.
"I must be gone and live, or stay and die." he finishes, feeling slightly less absurd but still pensive, when another voice breaks the heavy silence.
"Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I."
Jensen spins in place, knowing already that it's Jared. Even if he hadn't recognised his voice instantly, who else would've found him here?
Jared's wandering toward him slowly, hands in his pockets, voice barely louder than a whisper, sporting a wry grin.
"It is some meteor that the sun exhales
To be to thee this night a torchbearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua."
Jensen's mouth drops open. That's a damn good memory his co-star has. Jared comes to a stop in front of him, finishing his speech.
"Therefore stay yet. Thou need’st not to be gone." Jared's grinning at him smugly. He has every reason to be smug, because not only has he proven his elephant-like memory skills, he's also caught Jensen being an incredibly embarrassing drama nerd in an empty library. Jensen knows there's no point trying to save face, so he'll just change the subject.
"I didn't know you knew Shakespeare."
"I'd be a pretty poor thespian if I didn't." Jared comments, settling back to perch on the edge of a desk. Jensen pulls out a chair across from him, sitting on it backwards.
"What are you doing skulking around here on your own? You should check out Krafties, they have these awesome spinach quiche things." Jared's talking about food again. No surprises there.
"Nah. Just kinda felt like getting away for a bit. They're getting kind of... cranky out there." Jensen rubs a hand through his hair, avoiding wiping it across his face because he doesn't want Shannon to frown at him when she needs to retouch his makeup. He settles for resting his chin on his arm. "I am so over night shoots."
"Hey come on, two more nights and we'll be back running around the forest in the daylight again. Don't sulk." Jared's finger presses under Jensen's chin, forcing him to look up and meet his eyes. Damn cheerful asshole. He never lets Jensen sulk. He's grinning at Jensen now, eyes dancing with mischief.
Before Jensen's had time to acknowledge it, Jared's bent down and dropped a kiss on Jensen's lips. It's quick, barely a smack, so fast you couldn't time it, but in the heartbeat that it takes to happen Jensen's world turns sideways.
He's staring, shellshocked, up at his friend and co-star. Jared's still grinning, but his eyes are screaming with emotion, hopefulness and nervousness combined. Jensen's desperately trying to compute this, taking it all apart and putting it back together, trying to identify all the signs he missed. All the signs that lead to this, and he never saw this coming.
He feels out of place on the chair, so he stands up, shoving it out of the way. Even on his feet he still has to look up to see Jared, Jared who is still waiting for a response from him, the nervousness in his eyes starting to win out over the hopefulness.
"Why?" Jensen stutters, "Why now?"
Jared shrugs. "Why not?" There's still a remnant of a smile on his face, but it's almost gone. The look in his eyes is intense. He's not moving an inch. Waiting, just waiting.
Jensen steps closer, feeling this out. He doesn't want to run, he doesn't want to punch Jared - hey, it's Jared. He's not afraid. He's surprised and he's... curious. He stops mere inches from his unmoving friend. So close now he can feel Jared's heat, his breath. He reaches up one hand, pressing Jared's chest through his shirt. He can feel the thump of a rapid heartbeat beneath his hand, the rise and fall of Jared's chest beneath his palm.
Jensen looks up at Jared, studying him. Jared is still very consciously keeping still, letting Jensen explore him. Explore this. He's lost the smile now and though he's keeping his face as expressionless as possible, the quickening of his breath betrays him. Jensen's hand slides up Jared's chest, over his collar bone, up to rest on the back of his neck and before he can talk himself out of it he's pulling Jared's head down for another kiss.
Firm. Hard. His mind is supplying adjectives as his mouth covers Jared's. It's different from kissing a woman, all soft lips and sticky lipgloss, Jareds's mouth is firm on his, with the barest hint of stubble pressing Jensen's chin. He thinks maybe he likes it, increasing the pressure on the back of Jared's neck, moving his lips on Jared's.
Jared is being so careful. He's kissing back, yes, his breathing has escalated, in and out, but he's not grabbing onto Jensen, he's carefully keeping his hands to himself. He's not letting his tongue get involved in the kiss either and Jensen is worrying a little that maybe he's not doing it right, maybe he's not hot enough, not turning Jared on enough, how can he be so careful when Jensen's starting to burn like fever?
Of course Jensen knows Jared's letting him take the lead. He's keeping it safe, letting Jensen get there in his own time. But Jensen wants to get there now. So he runs with it, taking that last step closer so their chests are flush, grabbing onto Jared's waist with his free hand and pulling their bodies tight. He deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into Jared's mouth and Jared's is answering, licking at his mouth, sucking and nipping.
Soon Jared's hand is fisting Jensen's hair with no thought at all for the wrath of Hair and Makeup. Jared's other hand finds Jensen's bicep, tightening and gripping on. Jared's not being careful anymore, he's plundering Jensen's mouth and Jensen is moaning and leaning into it, pushing their hips together, excited by the new sensation of grinding on hardness instead of softness.
Jared growls deep in his throat as they rub against each other, breaking the kiss to meet Jensen's eyes. Jensen knows what he's feeling is mirrored in Jared's face, the raw panting desire mixed with a happy astonishment telegraphing from Jared's eyes. Jensen pushes a lock of Jared's floppy chestnut hair out of the way, the motion strangely tender.
"Are you sure about this?" Jared asks, panting. It's taking a lot for him to stop, his grip on Jensen's arm and back is lightening, fingers hovering and tracing instead of grabbing and holding.
"Not at all." Jensen admits truthfully, his voice thick and low. Jared considers for a moment before saying,
"Want to do it anyway?" with a raised eyebrow. Jensen responds with a somewhat enthusastic nod.
"Sure. Okay."
And then it's on. They're kissing again like they're on fire, hands grabbing and grasping at each other. Jensen's pressing Jared backwards until he's lying back on one of the empty desks, then he's climbing on top of Jared and just ravaging him with lips and tongue. One of his legs slides between Jared's and then they're grinding on each other, breaths coming in pants, far too loud in the darkened empty library.
Jared's hands are gripping Jensen's ass and Jensen's rubbing on him, hot and hard and panting. He's not sure where this is going, not entirely certain what the next step is, all he knows is that he wants more.
"Jared." Jensen's panting out. "Jared, I wanna... what's next? What do I do?" His voice is pained, desperate, he's burning up, all he knows is that he wants... something...
"Shhh..." Jared's soothing him, stroking a hand through his hair, slowly rolling them over so that Jensen's on his back. He kisses him lightly, pulling back to trace his tongue around Jensen's lips. Jensen's breathing is shallow, his chest shifting with it, eyes dancing with lust and excitement. Jared leans down for a lingering kiss, running his hand slowly from Jensen's neck, down his chest, over his stomach to rest on his belt.
"Is this okay?" Jared asks, peering at Jensen through his brown bangs. Jensen nods shakily.
"Yeah. Yeah, fuck yeah. Let's do this." He reaches down to help Jared with his belt. Jared's grinning as they assist each other with the buckle, button and zip, then Jensen's gasping as Jared's hand finds its way inside, slipping beneath the waistband of his underwear. Jared's hand moves hesitantly, lightly, leaving Jensen aching for more contact, but Jared's going slow, delicate touches to Jensen's silky heat, watching Jensen's face, checking he's not going to freak out.
It takes all of ten seconds for Jensen to get frustrated with the light contact. He combats it by grabbing the back of Jared's head and pulling him down for a searing kiss. Meanwhile Jensen's other hand reaches down to cover Jared's questing hand, pressing down and forcing the firmer contact he craves. When he gets it, his head drops backwards, breath hissing out between his teeth, revellling in the full, firm weight of Jared's hand pushing on his erection.
Jared shakes his head at the impertinence, smiling benignly down at Jensen, his eyes promising an eventual payback.
"Impatient much?" He teases, Jensen just moan-sighs, rolling his hips, not releasing Jared's hand.
"Shut up and just - just..." Jensen starts stammering because Jared is just... just touching him. The way he wants to be touched, the way he aches to be touched. Jared's fingers close around his shaft firmly, gripping and shaping his length. It feels so perfect.
"You've done this before." Jensen half-laughs, half swoons, hips bucking as Jared jacks him.
"It's been a while since I've gotten to do it someone else." Jared admits, leaning down to suck on Jensen's lower lip. Then they're kissing again, and Jared's drawing moans from Jensen with firm strokes. Jensen's hands are groping Jared's ass, pressing at the front of Jared's jeans, feeling the other man's hardness, wanting to share this feeling, to give back somehow.
"Hey, hey..." Jared swats his hand away. "Not yet, I'll get mine. Just concentrate. Just feel." He finishes the sentence with another kiss. Jensen's hands flutter back down to the table weakly, he does as he's instructed. He closes his eyes and just... feels. It feels... intense. He starts bucking his hips, encouraging Jared to move faster, harder. Moans bubble from his lips, getting swallowed by Jared's mouth as he kisses him.
Jared breaks the kiss to watch as Jensen starts to let go. He's leaning over Jensen, green eyes roving his co-star's face, feeling his short panting breaths feather over his face. Jensen's looking up at him through slitted eyes, feeling flushed and hot and oh FUCK-
"Jesus Jared, I'm gonna-"
"Yeah baby, come on. Come for me." Jared's eyes are amazing, Jensen can't tear his gaze away. He's so close, he can feel it rising with every pump of Jared's hand, and with it - panic.
"Fuck! Costume! Diane'll kill me-" He loses the words before he's finished, because Jared's on it, ducking down and sucking the head of Jensen's cock into his mouth, his busy hand still stroking fit to burst and that's it for Jensen, he's overstimulated, he's fucking coming...
Jared has the presence of mind to press his free hand over Jensen's mouth (after all there are crew right across the hall) stifling Jensen's choking groans of completion. Jared swallows every drop, keeping Jensen's costume and his reputation spotless.
It takes a while for Jensen to come down. Wow... fuck... he feels fucking incredible. He's lying on the table panting, with Jared's hand still clasped over his mouth, sucking absently on Jared's fingers. Jared slides back up to lie beside his post-orgasmic friend, leaning on one elbow and just appreciating the view of Jensen looking thoroughly debauched.
Jensen's calming down, his breathing returning to normal. He's not quite sure he's ready to fathom what he's just done, but as he gently pulls Jared's hand from his mouth he presses a kiss to his palm, a thanks.
He turns to find Jared just looking at him, small smug smile curling his lip. Smug asshole.
"We'd better get back before they send someone after us." Jared's got his sensible face on. Fuck that, Jensen reckons, his hand already on Jared's belt, ready to return the favour.
"Nah man, later. I'll get mine." Jared catches his hand, voice gentle.
"When did you get so fucking sensible?" Jensen's pouting and he knows it. Jared just shakes his head, straightening Jensen's clothes, zipping him back into his pants.
"Later." he promises, reitorating the pledge in a kiss which makes even more promises.
Jensen knows what Jared's up to. He's so totally transparent. This is Jared giving Jensen some room, some time to think, or freak out, or whatever. If Jensen discovers he can't handle that he's done this in an hour or two, if homophobia suddenly kicks in, then Jared's got is all set up so Jensen can walk away saying it was "done to him". That he didn't necessarily participate. That he's still straight.
Well he'll show Jared. He'll let it slide for now, sure. He'll do as he's told. But fuck Jared better watch out later, because he's going to get his and more besides.
He lets Jared pull him to his feet, still slightly fuzzy from shooting half his brain out through his cock mere minutes ago. He scrubs a hand over his face, belatedly realising they've both probably kissed off half their makeup.
"Shit. Shannon's gonna freak." he mutters.
"Tell you fell asleep and drooled it off." Jared suggests, patting his own face as he does.
"Whatever asshole." Jensen laughs it off, about to head for the main doors when Jared snags his hand, holding him back a minute. He looks up at his friend (or lover or whatever) and there's that pained-but-hopeful expression again.
"Are we okay?" Jared asks.
"Yeah." Jensen's almost surprised by how sure he is. "Course we're okay." He slaps Jared on the arm, a friendly parting shot. He's got a bit of a Dean strut in him as he walks away, absolutely positive that Jared's looking at his ass.
He pauses in the doorway, shoots Jared one final look, stating categorically,
"When we wrap tonight, your ass is mine."
And it is so worth it for the hungry look on Jared's face. Jensen knows he'll keep that promise.
end
I made you a present.
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Title: In The Stacks
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: R/NC-17
Length: One Shot. >3k
Warnings: Sex sex sex. And swearing.
Disclaimer: Lies. All lies.
Summary: Library!Smut in honour of Am's birthday. Complete with poetry reading and desk!sex. I'm so sorry Am, I'm pretty much certain this isn't what you were after, but I hope it makes you smile.
Author’s Notes: In the continuing tradition of my fandom!promiscuity, this is my first ever J2 fic. Would so completely not have been written without
madame_d and her Ridiculously Epic J2 Rec List of Doom. Kudos and *hugs* to her.
Jensen hates night shoots. They make him feel like a vampire.
It doesn't matter how stealthy production are about it, how gradually they push the call times later and later, he doesn't adapt. He can't stand sleeping during the daylight hours. Even now that he's trained himself to sleep through, he still feels like he's missing out, like something is intrinsically *wrong* with being awake at 3am.
It's 3am now and he's wandering around a deserted University library. Electrics are across the hall in the cafeteria, lighting the next scene. They've been going for forty five minutes with no end in sight. Jensen could tell from the crackling sphere of annoyance around the 1st AD that they're over schedule. That was when he decided to talk a little walk.
The library is dark and quiet. Peaceful. It's weird to be here after hours. Jensen looks around at the clear aisles, empty desks and neatly stacked books, imagining what it must look like during the day. Those large floor-to-ceiling windows would let a lot of light in, the freestanding racks of paperbacks casting shadows across the floor. There would be a hum of activity, students and tutors reading, photocopying, scanning shelves. But it would be quiet activity and hushed tones. The thought is comforting.
He looks up and finds he's standing in the poetry section. He grabs a book at random only to find it's William Shakespeare. That takes him back to high school drama classes, and trying to tie his tongue around "hath" and "thou". He flips the book over, letting the pages fall apart as they will, scanning his eyes over the text as he continues to wander through the quiet stacks.
Romeo and Juliet, Act 3, Scene 5. He knows this one. He doesn't remember performing it, so he's probably just recalling it from a film version or a play. Checking to make sure he's alone, he starts to read aloud, testing out the words on his tongue to see if they roll off any easier now that he's made a living of acting.
"It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east."
He stops a moment to snicker a little at the absurdity of what he's doing. But decides what the hell, why not keep going. He wanders over to the window, pressing his hand against the cool glass, performing to an unseen audience.
"Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops."
He can't see anything outside the window, just darkness. Not even streetlights. Perhaps the library window has a view of the ocean in daylight. Or maybe a forest.
"I must be gone and live, or stay and die." he finishes, feeling slightly less absurd but still pensive, when another voice breaks the heavy silence.
"Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I."
Jensen spins in place, knowing already that it's Jared. Even if he hadn't recognised his voice instantly, who else would've found him here?
Jared's wandering toward him slowly, hands in his pockets, voice barely louder than a whisper, sporting a wry grin.
"It is some meteor that the sun exhales
To be to thee this night a torchbearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua."
Jensen's mouth drops open. That's a damn good memory his co-star has. Jared comes to a stop in front of him, finishing his speech.
"Therefore stay yet. Thou need’st not to be gone." Jared's grinning at him smugly. He has every reason to be smug, because not only has he proven his elephant-like memory skills, he's also caught Jensen being an incredibly embarrassing drama nerd in an empty library. Jensen knows there's no point trying to save face, so he'll just change the subject.
"I didn't know you knew Shakespeare."
"I'd be a pretty poor thespian if I didn't." Jared comments, settling back to perch on the edge of a desk. Jensen pulls out a chair across from him, sitting on it backwards.
"What are you doing skulking around here on your own? You should check out Krafties, they have these awesome spinach quiche things." Jared's talking about food again. No surprises there.
"Nah. Just kinda felt like getting away for a bit. They're getting kind of... cranky out there." Jensen rubs a hand through his hair, avoiding wiping it across his face because he doesn't want Shannon to frown at him when she needs to retouch his makeup. He settles for resting his chin on his arm. "I am so over night shoots."
"Hey come on, two more nights and we'll be back running around the forest in the daylight again. Don't sulk." Jared's finger presses under Jensen's chin, forcing him to look up and meet his eyes. Damn cheerful asshole. He never lets Jensen sulk. He's grinning at Jensen now, eyes dancing with mischief.
Before Jensen's had time to acknowledge it, Jared's bent down and dropped a kiss on Jensen's lips. It's quick, barely a smack, so fast you couldn't time it, but in the heartbeat that it takes to happen Jensen's world turns sideways.
He's staring, shellshocked, up at his friend and co-star. Jared's still grinning, but his eyes are screaming with emotion, hopefulness and nervousness combined. Jensen's desperately trying to compute this, taking it all apart and putting it back together, trying to identify all the signs he missed. All the signs that lead to this, and he never saw this coming.
He feels out of place on the chair, so he stands up, shoving it out of the way. Even on his feet he still has to look up to see Jared, Jared who is still waiting for a response from him, the nervousness in his eyes starting to win out over the hopefulness.
"Why?" Jensen stutters, "Why now?"
Jared shrugs. "Why not?" There's still a remnant of a smile on his face, but it's almost gone. The look in his eyes is intense. He's not moving an inch. Waiting, just waiting.
Jensen steps closer, feeling this out. He doesn't want to run, he doesn't want to punch Jared - hey, it's Jared. He's not afraid. He's surprised and he's... curious. He stops mere inches from his unmoving friend. So close now he can feel Jared's heat, his breath. He reaches up one hand, pressing Jared's chest through his shirt. He can feel the thump of a rapid heartbeat beneath his hand, the rise and fall of Jared's chest beneath his palm.
Jensen looks up at Jared, studying him. Jared is still very consciously keeping still, letting Jensen explore him. Explore this. He's lost the smile now and though he's keeping his face as expressionless as possible, the quickening of his breath betrays him. Jensen's hand slides up Jared's chest, over his collar bone, up to rest on the back of his neck and before he can talk himself out of it he's pulling Jared's head down for another kiss.
Firm. Hard. His mind is supplying adjectives as his mouth covers Jared's. It's different from kissing a woman, all soft lips and sticky lipgloss, Jareds's mouth is firm on his, with the barest hint of stubble pressing Jensen's chin. He thinks maybe he likes it, increasing the pressure on the back of Jared's neck, moving his lips on Jared's.
Jared is being so careful. He's kissing back, yes, his breathing has escalated, in and out, but he's not grabbing onto Jensen, he's carefully keeping his hands to himself. He's not letting his tongue get involved in the kiss either and Jensen is worrying a little that maybe he's not doing it right, maybe he's not hot enough, not turning Jared on enough, how can he be so careful when Jensen's starting to burn like fever?
Of course Jensen knows Jared's letting him take the lead. He's keeping it safe, letting Jensen get there in his own time. But Jensen wants to get there now. So he runs with it, taking that last step closer so their chests are flush, grabbing onto Jared's waist with his free hand and pulling their bodies tight. He deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into Jared's mouth and Jared's is answering, licking at his mouth, sucking and nipping.
Soon Jared's hand is fisting Jensen's hair with no thought at all for the wrath of Hair and Makeup. Jared's other hand finds Jensen's bicep, tightening and gripping on. Jared's not being careful anymore, he's plundering Jensen's mouth and Jensen is moaning and leaning into it, pushing their hips together, excited by the new sensation of grinding on hardness instead of softness.
Jared growls deep in his throat as they rub against each other, breaking the kiss to meet Jensen's eyes. Jensen knows what he's feeling is mirrored in Jared's face, the raw panting desire mixed with a happy astonishment telegraphing from Jared's eyes. Jensen pushes a lock of Jared's floppy chestnut hair out of the way, the motion strangely tender.
"Are you sure about this?" Jared asks, panting. It's taking a lot for him to stop, his grip on Jensen's arm and back is lightening, fingers hovering and tracing instead of grabbing and holding.
"Not at all." Jensen admits truthfully, his voice thick and low. Jared considers for a moment before saying,
"Want to do it anyway?" with a raised eyebrow. Jensen responds with a somewhat enthusastic nod.
"Sure. Okay."
And then it's on. They're kissing again like they're on fire, hands grabbing and grasping at each other. Jensen's pressing Jared backwards until he's lying back on one of the empty desks, then he's climbing on top of Jared and just ravaging him with lips and tongue. One of his legs slides between Jared's and then they're grinding on each other, breaths coming in pants, far too loud in the darkened empty library.
Jared's hands are gripping Jensen's ass and Jensen's rubbing on him, hot and hard and panting. He's not sure where this is going, not entirely certain what the next step is, all he knows is that he wants more.
"Jared." Jensen's panting out. "Jared, I wanna... what's next? What do I do?" His voice is pained, desperate, he's burning up, all he knows is that he wants... something...
"Shhh..." Jared's soothing him, stroking a hand through his hair, slowly rolling them over so that Jensen's on his back. He kisses him lightly, pulling back to trace his tongue around Jensen's lips. Jensen's breathing is shallow, his chest shifting with it, eyes dancing with lust and excitement. Jared leans down for a lingering kiss, running his hand slowly from Jensen's neck, down his chest, over his stomach to rest on his belt.
"Is this okay?" Jared asks, peering at Jensen through his brown bangs. Jensen nods shakily.
"Yeah. Yeah, fuck yeah. Let's do this." He reaches down to help Jared with his belt. Jared's grinning as they assist each other with the buckle, button and zip, then Jensen's gasping as Jared's hand finds its way inside, slipping beneath the waistband of his underwear. Jared's hand moves hesitantly, lightly, leaving Jensen aching for more contact, but Jared's going slow, delicate touches to Jensen's silky heat, watching Jensen's face, checking he's not going to freak out.
It takes all of ten seconds for Jensen to get frustrated with the light contact. He combats it by grabbing the back of Jared's head and pulling him down for a searing kiss. Meanwhile Jensen's other hand reaches down to cover Jared's questing hand, pressing down and forcing the firmer contact he craves. When he gets it, his head drops backwards, breath hissing out between his teeth, revellling in the full, firm weight of Jared's hand pushing on his erection.
Jared shakes his head at the impertinence, smiling benignly down at Jensen, his eyes promising an eventual payback.
"Impatient much?" He teases, Jensen just moan-sighs, rolling his hips, not releasing Jared's hand.
"Shut up and just - just..." Jensen starts stammering because Jared is just... just touching him. The way he wants to be touched, the way he aches to be touched. Jared's fingers close around his shaft firmly, gripping and shaping his length. It feels so perfect.
"You've done this before." Jensen half-laughs, half swoons, hips bucking as Jared jacks him.
"It's been a while since I've gotten to do it someone else." Jared admits, leaning down to suck on Jensen's lower lip. Then they're kissing again, and Jared's drawing moans from Jensen with firm strokes. Jensen's hands are groping Jared's ass, pressing at the front of Jared's jeans, feeling the other man's hardness, wanting to share this feeling, to give back somehow.
"Hey, hey..." Jared swats his hand away. "Not yet, I'll get mine. Just concentrate. Just feel." He finishes the sentence with another kiss. Jensen's hands flutter back down to the table weakly, he does as he's instructed. He closes his eyes and just... feels. It feels... intense. He starts bucking his hips, encouraging Jared to move faster, harder. Moans bubble from his lips, getting swallowed by Jared's mouth as he kisses him.
Jared breaks the kiss to watch as Jensen starts to let go. He's leaning over Jensen, green eyes roving his co-star's face, feeling his short panting breaths feather over his face. Jensen's looking up at him through slitted eyes, feeling flushed and hot and oh FUCK-
"Jesus Jared, I'm gonna-"
"Yeah baby, come on. Come for me." Jared's eyes are amazing, Jensen can't tear his gaze away. He's so close, he can feel it rising with every pump of Jared's hand, and with it - panic.
"Fuck! Costume! Diane'll kill me-" He loses the words before he's finished, because Jared's on it, ducking down and sucking the head of Jensen's cock into his mouth, his busy hand still stroking fit to burst and that's it for Jensen, he's overstimulated, he's fucking coming...
Jared has the presence of mind to press his free hand over Jensen's mouth (after all there are crew right across the hall) stifling Jensen's choking groans of completion. Jared swallows every drop, keeping Jensen's costume and his reputation spotless.
It takes a while for Jensen to come down. Wow... fuck... he feels fucking incredible. He's lying on the table panting, with Jared's hand still clasped over his mouth, sucking absently on Jared's fingers. Jared slides back up to lie beside his post-orgasmic friend, leaning on one elbow and just appreciating the view of Jensen looking thoroughly debauched.
Jensen's calming down, his breathing returning to normal. He's not quite sure he's ready to fathom what he's just done, but as he gently pulls Jared's hand from his mouth he presses a kiss to his palm, a thanks.
He turns to find Jared just looking at him, small smug smile curling his lip. Smug asshole.
"We'd better get back before they send someone after us." Jared's got his sensible face on. Fuck that, Jensen reckons, his hand already on Jared's belt, ready to return the favour.
"Nah man, later. I'll get mine." Jared catches his hand, voice gentle.
"When did you get so fucking sensible?" Jensen's pouting and he knows it. Jared just shakes his head, straightening Jensen's clothes, zipping him back into his pants.
"Later." he promises, reitorating the pledge in a kiss which makes even more promises.
Jensen knows what Jared's up to. He's so totally transparent. This is Jared giving Jensen some room, some time to think, or freak out, or whatever. If Jensen discovers he can't handle that he's done this in an hour or two, if homophobia suddenly kicks in, then Jared's got is all set up so Jensen can walk away saying it was "done to him". That he didn't necessarily participate. That he's still straight.
Well he'll show Jared. He'll let it slide for now, sure. He'll do as he's told. But fuck Jared better watch out later, because he's going to get his and more besides.
He lets Jared pull him to his feet, still slightly fuzzy from shooting half his brain out through his cock mere minutes ago. He scrubs a hand over his face, belatedly realising they've both probably kissed off half their makeup.
"Shit. Shannon's gonna freak." he mutters.
"Tell you fell asleep and drooled it off." Jared suggests, patting his own face as he does.
"Whatever asshole." Jensen laughs it off, about to head for the main doors when Jared snags his hand, holding him back a minute. He looks up at his friend (or lover or whatever) and there's that pained-but-hopeful expression again.
"Are we okay?" Jared asks.
"Yeah." Jensen's almost surprised by how sure he is. "Course we're okay." He slaps Jared on the arm, a friendly parting shot. He's got a bit of a Dean strut in him as he walks away, absolutely positive that Jared's looking at his ass.
He pauses in the doorway, shoots Jared one final look, stating categorically,
"When we wrap tonight, your ass is mine."
And it is so worth it for the hungry look on Jared's face. Jensen knows he'll keep that promise.
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