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It was going to take a lot more to cow Jared than Jensen fucking Ackles.
He sniffed, pursing his lips, narrowing his eyes, and bending low over the table. The green felt had faint stain-rings and smelled of stale beer and smoke, but Jared held his concentration, eyeing angles and depth before pulling his hand back and hitting the ball with the tip of his pole with a resounding smack. He straightened to watch it plow into the cluster of colored balls, tipping the red stripe and sending it rolling neatly into the corner pocket.
Jared threw his hands up, crowing victory and snatching the crumpled bills out of Jensen’s hands before reaching for his beer and taking a long pull.
He dragged the bottle away from his lips with a pop and gestured toward the table, beer in hand, swiping the back of his other hand across his mouth and nearly whacking Jensen with the pole he still held. He said, voice solemn, a contrast to his smug smirk, “And that’s how it’s done.”
Jensen grunted, muttering something under his breath as he grabbed the pole from Jared’s hand and, slapping it across the backs of Jared’s thighs, bent to line up his shot.
He was so intent on beating the fucker that he didn’t feel when Jared leaned in next to him and whispered, “Did I mention how hot your ass looks in those pants?” just as Jensen took the shot.
The cue ball jumped over the opposite edge of the table and landed on the floor with a loud crack that Jensen barely heard. He was still bent at the waist and he turned his head to look at Jared, eyes glazed with lust.
That was all it took, one uttered line, originally meant to distract, and Jensen was hard, heart beating a fast tattoo against his ribcage.
Breath seeped through his teeth and he said, voice low and deep, “We’re going.”
Jared laughed, one hand reaching for his jacket, the other for Jensen. “But we haven’t finished the game.”
Jensen straightened into Jared’s palm, dropping the pole onto the table and fishing a twenty from his pocket, dropped it on top of the que as he reached for the car keys. “Forget the game. Your ass is mine, Padalecki.” He lowered his voice. “For real this time.”
Jared grinned, bright and feral with a show of teeth, bending to growl into Jensen’s ear, “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
Jensen batted at Jared’s wandering hand as they strode for the exit at a matching pace.
The car was already running when Jared folded his body into it and was pulling out of the car park before he had shut the door. He laughed again, turning to Jensen with hungry eyes. Biting his bottom lip, he reached over and walked his fingers up Jensen’s thigh.
Jensen’s hands jerked on the wheel as they reached his zipper. Long fingers flicked open the button and tugged the zipper down. Jensen ground out, “Jared-“
“Shhh…” And he slid his hands inside Jensen’s pants, brushing his fingertips feather-light along the top of Jensen’s cock.
Jensen was white-knuckling the steering wheel and clenching his jaw so tight, tiny spasms were shooting up through his temples.
After three weeks of stolen kisses in the wardrobe trailer, having to think up excuses as to why their makeup was smudged, after three weeks of Jared backing away with kiss-swollen lips and an apology in his eyes, he had finally snapped. Thank the fucking lord.
Jared bent over the gear shift to lick a stripe up Jensen’s jaw toward his ear.
“Concentrate on the road.” He whispered, scraping his teeth over Jensen’s earlobe before leaning back into his seat. Withdrawing his hand from Jensen’s pants to grip Jensen’s left thigh he pushed it toward the door, spreading his legs wider.
Jensen’s eyes flicked down to his lap as Jared folded back the edges of his pants and, taking a breath, slid in. Jensen’s hips jerked and his head thumped back against the head rest as Jared wrapped his hand firm around his cock and squeezed.
Jensen’s eyes slid shut on a moan when Jared rubbed his thumb over the head, and Jared barked, “Jensen!”
His eyes flew open, hands tightening on the wheel, and he had to slam on the brakes before running a red light.
Jensen slanted a look at Jared, eyes too cloudy to pull off ‘pissed’ (achieving something more along the lines of ‘sex hazed’). But Jared just grinned, pulling his hand back. He made a show of licking a broad stripe up his palm before reaching back over to slide his hand, smooth and easy, down and up, setting a rhythm of down and up, down and up and over the head until Jensen was squirming and the car was weaving into the next lane and thank fuck it was 2 AM on a Thursday night because at the next red light (met with screeching tires and a muttered curse), Jensen was turning in his seat to claw at the back of Jared’s head, pulling him over until he could stick his tongue down Jared’s throat. He bit down - hard - on Jared’s bottom lip and Jared’s hand jerked and did something with his nails that made Jensen come all over Jared’s hand with a hoarse shout, face buried in Jared’s neck. Jensen was breathing so hard and fast he thought his lungs would explode, his chest hurt, so he leaned back, lifting his hips so he could zip his pants while Jared dug around for a tissue, a smug grin the size of Texas plastered across his face.
Jensen blew out a breath, reaching out blindly to hook a hand around the back of Jared’s neck and yank him in. He kissed him hard and hot, sucking Jared’s tongue into his mouth, slanting his lips across Jared’s over and over until he couldn’t breathe and Jared’s moans were rumbling deep in his chest, a huge hand pushing him back against the seat as he tried to climb into Jensen’s lap.
A car behind them honked and who the fuck was out at 2 AM on a Thursday anyway? Jared pulled back sharply, rapping his elbow on the dashboard. “Ow! Son of a bitch!”
He flipped off the person behind them as Jensen took off speeding, desperate to get home and horizontal with Jared, who was scowling and cradling his elbow.
“Don’t you ever do that again, you ass.” Jensen ground out.
Jared’s head shot up from where his chin was tucked against his chest, and he looked at Jensen, mouth hanging open, hand absently rubbing at his elbow.
Jensen glanced over at him as he flipped the turn signal on. “You’re lucky I didn’t crash the car and put your impatient ass in the hospital.”
Jared rolled his eyes. “Whatever dude, you know you liked it.”
Jensen finally pulled into the dark driveway, throwing the car into park and immediately climbing up onto the seat and across the gear shift, planting his knees on either side of Jared’s hips and leaning in, hands gripping the headrest behind Jared’s head. Jared’s hair tickled his hands and he leaned in until their hips were pressed together, Jared’s huge fucking belt buckle digging in to his lower stomach and he said, rocking his forehead against Jared’s, “Now, come inside and fuck me. Please.”
He closed his eyes, grinding down against Jared’s hips, not sure if what he was feeling was belt buckle or cock, but all the same, Jared moaned. Loudly. And tipped his chin up so his lips collided with Jensen’s, pouring his answer - yes, GOD, yes - into the kiss.
Jensen pushed the car door open, lips still fused with Jared’s, and started to climb out, but Jared fisted a hand in the front of his shirt, not quite ready to let go. Finally, he pulled away, pushing Jensen out with his fist still wrapped in his shirt.
Jensen’s feet dropped to the ground and he straightened. Jared unclenched his hand, sliding down Jensen’s chest and stomach, curling into the waist of his pants before withdrawing.
Jensen licked his lips, eyes on Jared’s. “Dude, the car is still on. Grab the keys.”
Reluctant to look away, Jared groped blindly for the ignition, he hit home, and pulled out the keys, scrambling out of the car as fast as he could unfold all six-and-a-half feet from the little Camry. “Next time we’re taking my truck.”
Jensen rolled his eyes and held his hand out, palm up, Jared dropped the keys into it and followed Jen up to the house. Jared had his hands firm on Jensen’s hips and was mouthing the back of Jensen’s neck as Jensen tried to fumble the key into the front door, nearly blind with impatience and want.
Finally, he gave up, letting the keys drop to the porch and turning around, arms lifting to wrap tight around Jared’s neck, mouth lifting to meet Jared’s.
Jared backed him up against the side of the house, into the shadows, legs braced on the outside of Jensen’s. He slid his hands up Jensen’s chest, and over his shoulders until his fingers curled around the sides of Jensen’s neck. His thumbs pressed along the underside of Jensen’s jaw, tilting it up and to the side so he could nip at the corner of Jensen’s lips. He licked at the spot behind Jensen’s ear, where neck and jaw met, that made Jensen’s eyes cross, made him keen - just like that. Jared pressed his nose into the soft spike of hair at Jensen’s temple and inhaled, slow and deep. His heart thump-thumped and he could feel it beating in his temples, his lower belly, the pad of his thumbs, his throat. Jensen smelled like stale cigarettes and fresh sweat and a tiny hint of…cucumber? shampoo.
The desperation died away and was replaced by something slow and sweet. He bent to nuzzle the corner of Jensen’s mouth again, then whispered, “Let’s go inside.”
Jensen nodded, movements jerky as he inched out from between Jared and the wall and bent to pick up the keys, sliding them into the lock with unsteady hands.
Jared’s fingers brushed lightly at the nape of Jensen’s neck and he shivered, stepping inside.
He waited for Jared to follow, back to him, head bowed. This was it. There was no going back.
Three weeks ago they had been just friends - friends with serious hots for each other, but friends nonetheless. And now they were about to become - Jensen’s throat constricted at the thought and he tried to swallow around the huge fist of nerves that had lodged itself in his throat. He hated the term ‘lovers’ - it was too maudlin and girly.
They were going to be…intimate - and, god, that was even worse.
They were finally gonna fuck - what Jensen had been waiting for since day one, when he had been attacked by six-foot-five of happy-go-lucky costar, with the smooth drawl and the floppy hair and the grin that stretched across his whole face, inviting - no, demanding - that you smile back. He was sweet and funny in a slap-stick-lame kind of way, and had a huge heart with room for anyone and everyone in it. And Christ, but Jensen sounded like he was in love with the guy.
He froze, head lifting, eyes staring blindly into the dark house. Maybe he was.
He felt a hand curl around the back of his neck and Jared peered down over his shoulder and murmured, “Hey. Jen. You okay?”
Jensen turned his head, looked up at Jared, eyes bright and unsure and more than a little adoring. But his mouth was set in a determined line. He nodded once. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”
And he shut the door behind them.
Feedback: Would be amazing, as this is my first kinda-porn, oy.
He sniffed, pursing his lips, narrowing his eyes, and bending low over the table. The green felt had faint stain-rings and smelled of stale beer and smoke, but Jared held his concentration, eyeing angles and depth before pulling his hand back and hitting the ball with the tip of his pole with a resounding smack. He straightened to watch it plow into the cluster of colored balls, tipping the red stripe and sending it rolling neatly into the corner pocket.
Jared threw his hands up, crowing victory and snatching the crumpled bills out of Jensen’s hands before reaching for his beer and taking a long pull.
He dragged the bottle away from his lips with a pop and gestured toward the table, beer in hand, swiping the back of his other hand across his mouth and nearly whacking Jensen with the pole he still held. He said, voice solemn, a contrast to his smug smirk, “And that’s how it’s done.”
Jensen grunted, muttering something under his breath as he grabbed the pole from Jared’s hand and, slapping it across the backs of Jared’s thighs, bent to line up his shot.
He was so intent on beating the fucker that he didn’t feel when Jared leaned in next to him and whispered, “Did I mention how hot your ass looks in those pants?” just as Jensen took the shot.
The cue ball jumped over the opposite edge of the table and landed on the floor with a loud crack that Jensen barely heard. He was still bent at the waist and he turned his head to look at Jared, eyes glazed with lust.
That was all it took, one uttered line, originally meant to distract, and Jensen was hard, heart beating a fast tattoo against his ribcage.
Breath seeped through his teeth and he said, voice low and deep, “We’re going.”
Jared laughed, one hand reaching for his jacket, the other for Jensen. “But we haven’t finished the game.”
Jensen straightened into Jared’s palm, dropping the pole onto the table and fishing a twenty from his pocket, dropped it on top of the que as he reached for the car keys. “Forget the game. Your ass is mine, Padalecki.” He lowered his voice. “For real this time.”
Jared grinned, bright and feral with a show of teeth, bending to growl into Jensen’s ear, “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
Jensen batted at Jared’s wandering hand as they strode for the exit at a matching pace.
The car was already running when Jared folded his body into it and was pulling out of the car park before he had shut the door. He laughed again, turning to Jensen with hungry eyes. Biting his bottom lip, he reached over and walked his fingers up Jensen’s thigh.
Jensen’s hands jerked on the wheel as they reached his zipper. Long fingers flicked open the button and tugged the zipper down. Jensen ground out, “Jared-“
“Shhh…” And he slid his hands inside Jensen’s pants, brushing his fingertips feather-light along the top of Jensen’s cock.
Jensen was white-knuckling the steering wheel and clenching his jaw so tight, tiny spasms were shooting up through his temples.
After three weeks of stolen kisses in the wardrobe trailer, having to think up excuses as to why their makeup was smudged, after three weeks of Jared backing away with kiss-swollen lips and an apology in his eyes, he had finally snapped. Thank the fucking lord.
Jared bent over the gear shift to lick a stripe up Jensen’s jaw toward his ear.
“Concentrate on the road.” He whispered, scraping his teeth over Jensen’s earlobe before leaning back into his seat. Withdrawing his hand from Jensen’s pants to grip Jensen’s left thigh he pushed it toward the door, spreading his legs wider.
Jensen’s eyes flicked down to his lap as Jared folded back the edges of his pants and, taking a breath, slid in. Jensen’s hips jerked and his head thumped back against the head rest as Jared wrapped his hand firm around his cock and squeezed.
Jensen’s eyes slid shut on a moan when Jared rubbed his thumb over the head, and Jared barked, “Jensen!”
His eyes flew open, hands tightening on the wheel, and he had to slam on the brakes before running a red light.
Jensen slanted a look at Jared, eyes too cloudy to pull off ‘pissed’ (achieving something more along the lines of ‘sex hazed’). But Jared just grinned, pulling his hand back. He made a show of licking a broad stripe up his palm before reaching back over to slide his hand, smooth and easy, down and up, setting a rhythm of down and up, down and up and over the head until Jensen was squirming and the car was weaving into the next lane and thank fuck it was 2 AM on a Thursday night because at the next red light (met with screeching tires and a muttered curse), Jensen was turning in his seat to claw at the back of Jared’s head, pulling him over until he could stick his tongue down Jared’s throat. He bit down - hard - on Jared’s bottom lip and Jared’s hand jerked and did something with his nails that made Jensen come all over Jared’s hand with a hoarse shout, face buried in Jared’s neck. Jensen was breathing so hard and fast he thought his lungs would explode, his chest hurt, so he leaned back, lifting his hips so he could zip his pants while Jared dug around for a tissue, a smug grin the size of Texas plastered across his face.
Jensen blew out a breath, reaching out blindly to hook a hand around the back of Jared’s neck and yank him in. He kissed him hard and hot, sucking Jared’s tongue into his mouth, slanting his lips across Jared’s over and over until he couldn’t breathe and Jared’s moans were rumbling deep in his chest, a huge hand pushing him back against the seat as he tried to climb into Jensen’s lap.
A car behind them honked and who the fuck was out at 2 AM on a Thursday anyway? Jared pulled back sharply, rapping his elbow on the dashboard. “Ow! Son of a bitch!”
He flipped off the person behind them as Jensen took off speeding, desperate to get home and horizontal with Jared, who was scowling and cradling his elbow.
“Don’t you ever do that again, you ass.” Jensen ground out.
Jared’s head shot up from where his chin was tucked against his chest, and he looked at Jensen, mouth hanging open, hand absently rubbing at his elbow.
Jensen glanced over at him as he flipped the turn signal on. “You’re lucky I didn’t crash the car and put your impatient ass in the hospital.”
Jared rolled his eyes. “Whatever dude, you know you liked it.”
Jensen finally pulled into the dark driveway, throwing the car into park and immediately climbing up onto the seat and across the gear shift, planting his knees on either side of Jared’s hips and leaning in, hands gripping the headrest behind Jared’s head. Jared’s hair tickled his hands and he leaned in until their hips were pressed together, Jared’s huge fucking belt buckle digging in to his lower stomach and he said, rocking his forehead against Jared’s, “Now, come inside and fuck me. Please.”
He closed his eyes, grinding down against Jared’s hips, not sure if what he was feeling was belt buckle or cock, but all the same, Jared moaned. Loudly. And tipped his chin up so his lips collided with Jensen’s, pouring his answer - yes, GOD, yes - into the kiss.
Jensen pushed the car door open, lips still fused with Jared’s, and started to climb out, but Jared fisted a hand in the front of his shirt, not quite ready to let go. Finally, he pulled away, pushing Jensen out with his fist still wrapped in his shirt.
Jensen’s feet dropped to the ground and he straightened. Jared unclenched his hand, sliding down Jensen’s chest and stomach, curling into the waist of his pants before withdrawing.
Jensen licked his lips, eyes on Jared’s. “Dude, the car is still on. Grab the keys.”
Reluctant to look away, Jared groped blindly for the ignition, he hit home, and pulled out the keys, scrambling out of the car as fast as he could unfold all six-and-a-half feet from the little Camry. “Next time we’re taking my truck.”
Jensen rolled his eyes and held his hand out, palm up, Jared dropped the keys into it and followed Jen up to the house. Jared had his hands firm on Jensen’s hips and was mouthing the back of Jensen’s neck as Jensen tried to fumble the key into the front door, nearly blind with impatience and want.
Finally, he gave up, letting the keys drop to the porch and turning around, arms lifting to wrap tight around Jared’s neck, mouth lifting to meet Jared’s.
Jared backed him up against the side of the house, into the shadows, legs braced on the outside of Jensen’s. He slid his hands up Jensen’s chest, and over his shoulders until his fingers curled around the sides of Jensen’s neck. His thumbs pressed along the underside of Jensen’s jaw, tilting it up and to the side so he could nip at the corner of Jensen’s lips. He licked at the spot behind Jensen’s ear, where neck and jaw met, that made Jensen’s eyes cross, made him keen - just like that. Jared pressed his nose into the soft spike of hair at Jensen’s temple and inhaled, slow and deep. His heart thump-thumped and he could feel it beating in his temples, his lower belly, the pad of his thumbs, his throat. Jensen smelled like stale cigarettes and fresh sweat and a tiny hint of…cucumber? shampoo.
The desperation died away and was replaced by something slow and sweet. He bent to nuzzle the corner of Jensen’s mouth again, then whispered, “Let’s go inside.”
Jensen nodded, movements jerky as he inched out from between Jared and the wall and bent to pick up the keys, sliding them into the lock with unsteady hands.
Jared’s fingers brushed lightly at the nape of Jensen’s neck and he shivered, stepping inside.
He waited for Jared to follow, back to him, head bowed. This was it. There was no going back.
Three weeks ago they had been just friends - friends with serious hots for each other, but friends nonetheless. And now they were about to become - Jensen’s throat constricted at the thought and he tried to swallow around the huge fist of nerves that had lodged itself in his throat. He hated the term ‘lovers’ - it was too maudlin and girly.
They were going to be…intimate - and, god, that was even worse.
They were finally gonna fuck - what Jensen had been waiting for since day one, when he had been attacked by six-foot-five of happy-go-lucky costar, with the smooth drawl and the floppy hair and the grin that stretched across his whole face, inviting - no, demanding - that you smile back. He was sweet and funny in a slap-stick-lame kind of way, and had a huge heart with room for anyone and everyone in it. And Christ, but Jensen sounded like he was in love with the guy.
He froze, head lifting, eyes staring blindly into the dark house. Maybe he was.
He felt a hand curl around the back of his neck and Jared peered down over his shoulder and murmured, “Hey. Jen. You okay?”
Jensen turned his head, looked up at Jared, eyes bright and unsure and more than a little adoring. But his mouth was set in a determined line. He nodded once. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”
And he shut the door behind them.
Feedback: Would be amazing, as this is my first kinda-porn, oy.