Perfect Fit
Title: Perfect fit
Author:
missyjack
Rating: R
Words: 560
Pairing: Jensen/jacket
Genre: RPS (?) crack jacket!porn
Disclaimer: Jensen is real, so is the jacket. The rest is pure fantasy.
A/N: So you’ve all seen the new promo shot of Jensen in THAT jacket? (See my icon, no don't lick it) Well
la_folle_allure asked for jacket!porn. I’m not sure this is quite what she meant ;)
It was my first job for the network and I was nervous. I knew this could make our break my career; if I failed at this I’d be on the trash heap. I knew I was looking better than good; damn fine in fact. The ladies in the wardrobe department had their hands all over me as soon as I arrived, and I saw a couple of the guys eyeing me too. Style - you’ve either got it our you ain’t.
I didn’t know whether I’d be working with Jared or Jensen. I didn’t really mind. I did wonder what it would feel like to have those big Texas hands of Jared’s all over me although I worried that he might make me look short. Also, he was so big - I mean look at his feet - that I worried he might rip me apart if he got carried away.
It was no contest in the end. Jensen walked straight up to me, looked me up and down with naked desire and said “You’re mine”. God, I loved that. He didn’t pay me any consideration; I was just there to be used by him, to make him look good and I was pleased to oblige. He ran his hands over me - over my front, and down my back. As he caressed me I could see the pleasure I gave him, see him hard with desire.
He walked to the full-length mirror, and held me in front of him. The contrast of my blackness looked fine against his skin. I could feel his hard cock against my back as he pressed me close against his body. “Oh yeah”, he growled, “We are going get some panties wet when they see us together”.
It was hot under the lights, and I was found it hard to settle with all the noise and attention. Jensen soothed me with his firm yet gentle hands. The photographer started barking instructions, and before I knew it Jensen was opening me up, pulling me onto him. We were a perfect fit. As he slipped inside me, I could feel all the curves and swells of his firm muscular body. He moved slowly, with a gentle grace, and I moved in perfect rhythm with him. The cameras and crew around us forgotten we became one.
All too quickly it was over. I couldn’t want for more; except that I knew Jensen was unsatisfied. I couldn’t leave him like that. But he had the same idea as he strode to the bathroom off the dressing room. He slammed the door and slumped against it, hugging me tight to him. “God, I want you”, he moaned, “We are so damned hot together”. He unbuttoned himself and, taking me in his hands, he wrapped me around his hard, moist cock. I gave myself over to him, letting him use me to pump the length of his shaft. With a cry he came, come soaking into me, into my very fabric.
He pulled out of me gently and licked the places where I was streaked with his juice. “Wait til I get you home,” he murmured, “What I’ll do to you…” I tried not to get my hopes up, not to let my mind skip ahead to visions of Jensen and I at awards ceremonies, me on his arm at fashionable parties, photo spreads of us in glossy magazines.
Whatever happened, I knew I would not be staying in the closet after this.
Author:
missyjack
Rating: R
Words: 560
Pairing: Jensen/jacket
Genre: RPS (?) crack jacket!porn
Disclaimer: Jensen is real, so is the jacket. The rest is pure fantasy.
A/N: So you’ve all seen the new promo shot of Jensen in THAT jacket? (See my icon, no don't lick it) Well
la_folle_allure asked for jacket!porn. I’m not sure this is quite what she meant ;)
It was my first job for the network and I was nervous. I knew this could make our break my career; if I failed at this I’d be on the trash heap. I knew I was looking better than good; damn fine in fact. The ladies in the wardrobe department had their hands all over me as soon as I arrived, and I saw a couple of the guys eyeing me too. Style - you’ve either got it our you ain’t.
I didn’t know whether I’d be working with Jared or Jensen. I didn’t really mind. I did wonder what it would feel like to have those big Texas hands of Jared’s all over me although I worried that he might make me look short. Also, he was so big - I mean look at his feet - that I worried he might rip me apart if he got carried away.
It was no contest in the end. Jensen walked straight up to me, looked me up and down with naked desire and said “You’re mine”. God, I loved that. He didn’t pay me any consideration; I was just there to be used by him, to make him look good and I was pleased to oblige. He ran his hands over me - over my front, and down my back. As he caressed me I could see the pleasure I gave him, see him hard with desire.
He walked to the full-length mirror, and held me in front of him. The contrast of my blackness looked fine against his skin. I could feel his hard cock against my back as he pressed me close against his body. “Oh yeah”, he growled, “We are going get some panties wet when they see us together”.
It was hot under the lights, and I was found it hard to settle with all the noise and attention. Jensen soothed me with his firm yet gentle hands. The photographer started barking instructions, and before I knew it Jensen was opening me up, pulling me onto him. We were a perfect fit. As he slipped inside me, I could feel all the curves and swells of his firm muscular body. He moved slowly, with a gentle grace, and I moved in perfect rhythm with him. The cameras and crew around us forgotten we became one.
All too quickly it was over. I couldn’t want for more; except that I knew Jensen was unsatisfied. I couldn’t leave him like that. But he had the same idea as he strode to the bathroom off the dressing room. He slammed the door and slumped against it, hugging me tight to him. “God, I want you”, he moaned, “We are so damned hot together”. He unbuttoned himself and, taking me in his hands, he wrapped me around his hard, moist cock. I gave myself over to him, letting him use me to pump the length of his shaft. With a cry he came, come soaking into me, into my very fabric.
He pulled out of me gently and licked the places where I was streaked with his juice. “Wait til I get you home,” he murmured, “What I’ll do to you…” I tried not to get my hopes up, not to let my mind skip ahead to visions of Jensen and I at awards ceremonies, me on his arm at fashionable parties, photo spreads of us in glossy magazines.
Whatever happened, I knew I would not be staying in the closet after this.