The Parking Lot, RPS Jensen/Misha NC-17
Title: The Parking Lot, RPS Oneshot
Summary: Jensen/Misha, PWP gratuitous rimming fic.
Warnings: Slash, semi-public sex, squick warning for rimming.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Supernatural and make no claim of ownership of the names and likenesses this story contains. I do not profit from this work and will probably receive ridicule as payment, but would accept gum if offered.
Author’s Note: The inspiration for the fic came from these pictures right over here.......I know, I know, I’m supposed to be writing the second parts to my other two fics, but Misha started tweeting again today and Jensen hopped up on my shoulder and started whispering naughty things. Reviews are love and concrit is very welcome. This fic is edited by me and all errors are mine. I say again: Why are all my Supernatural fics porny?
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Misha had just come out of his trailer after showering. Being covered in slime for an extended amount of time was pretty par for the course on set. Jensen shakes his head to himself at Misha’s wardrobe.
Misha was wearing a Marvin Martian tee shirt under a black blazer and jeans, his hair still damp from the shower. Jensen had been doing a scene with Jared, but had gotten some unexpected time to himself when they couldn’t get the sound working properly and called it a day early.
Misha had been different on set that day. Usually he and Jared would torture Misha until he made them leave the set entirely, make him laugh so hard he’d be in tears.
The scene required a lot of long, meaningful looks between Castiel, Sam and Dean that day. Jared and Misha were filming a scene together, and Jensen snuck over to the table beside Misha.
As soon as Misha started his intense stare into the camera, Jensen trailed a hand up the inside of his left thigh, expecting to hear an exclamation of surprise at any moment, ruining the take.
What he got instead, was Misha finishing his take, and then glancing down at Jensen saying, “You might try the other side. I don’t dress left.”, he then winked at Jensen and walked towards his starting mark to start his next scene. All day had been like that.
Jensen joggsup to Misha, catching him at his elbow. “Hey, what was up with you today, man? Usually we’ve got you rolling.” They smile at each other and fall into step.
“I dunno. You guys are always making faces at me, it’s usually Jared you get touchy with. I guess I’m just not as jumpy as he is,” Misha shrugs one shoulder and glances sideways at Jensen.
“So you telling me you’re totally fine with me groping you on set, won’t crack a smile?” Jensen cocks his head and smirks at him, “because I do believe I’ll take that challenge.”
Misha turns left at the end of the trailer, headed towards the parking lot. “I’m saying,” Misha pulls out his keys and unlocks his car, “that you’ll get a reaction out of me when you feel me up, but it won’t be the one you want.” Misha’s eyes are amused, the set of his lips challenging.
Before Jensen knows what he’s doing, he has Misha pushed back against his car, one hand pulling him down by the neck as he brushes his lips against Misha’s.
Misha drops his keys, body melting into the car and opens his mouth to accommodate Jensen’s tongue, tasting his last cup of coffee from set.
Jensen takes a deep breath as he kisses Misha, slowing their exploration until it’s just the slick slide of lips, drawing Misha’s bottom lip into his mouth to nibble and suck.
Misha smells clean, a mixture of soap and clean laundry, his own scent faint and strongest at his jawline. Jensen rubs his thumb down Misha’s jaw, tracing his neck and grazing his collarbone.
Their breath mingles between them as the kiss breaks naturally. Jensen can feel how warm Misha is, pressed against him. He sees a blush spread across his cheeks and notes that all smugness gone from his lips.
Misha’s head has barely begun to clear when Jensen slides to his knees and starts tugging on Misha’s belt.
“Oh my god, Jensen are you,--” Jensen nuzzles his cock through his underwear, “you’re,” Misha feels his cock getting harder, pressing up to meet Jensen’s lips through the fabric, “we’re in public!” Misha’s last protests die on his lips as Jensen pulls his cock out.
Lips and tongue and wet heat embrace him, instant suction that has him groaning into the empty parking lot, praying no one needs their car any time soon.
Jensen sucks cock like he enjoys it. Has no noticeable techniques and uses no unnecessary tricks. He licks up the underside, tracing the vein to the tip before sucking him back in as far as he can go.
Jensen keeps his eyes on Misha’s face, pulls off Misha’s cock with an obscene pop and licks his lips like it’s the best fucking thing he’s ever tasted.
“Turn around.” Jensen’s voice is pleased, his tone deeper but not by much, sounding a bit like Dean when he’s angry.
Words don’t make any sense at first, Misha’s brain rushing to catch up, still screaming at him about indecent exposure. “Turn. Around.” Jensen repeats himself as he grabs Misha’s hip and pushes in the opposite direction until he gets with the program.
Jensen pulls down on Misha’s jeans and underwear, leaves them pooled around his ankles. He slaps lightly at the back of Misha’s thigh, “Open up, Mish. Let me in.”
Misha feels his cock throb at Jensen’s words, disbelief slowing his movements. Misha shuffles his feet, opening his thighs as wide as he can with his jeans in the way.
Jensen breathes hot air over his ass, making him shiver. He leans in and smells more of that clean soap smell, something with “Fresh Rain” in the label, he’d bet.
Misha cannot believe how out of control the situation has gotten. He feels Jensen pull outward on his hips, lifts his feet and follows direction until he’s leaning forward on his arms, hips and ass angled out as far as he can stand.
Sliding his tongue around Misha’s hole, Jensen gets him wet before he pulls back to blow cool air over the wetness, making Misha’s sensitive hole spasm, startling him into a low groan.
Everything's a blur after that, Misha making the most delicious noises as he fucks himself back onto Jensen’s tongue. His hips feel sore from Dean’s tight grip and Misha’s mind supplies him a picture of Dean’s handprint from Cas.
Jensen’s tongue starts to get sore just as Misha starts begging. “Jensen, please,” he bites his lips as he moans again, face hidden in his folded arms, “Jensen, Jensen yes just like that,” filthy encouragements fall from his lips, even as he asks for release. “Let me come, Jensen, I can’t take any more.”
Jensen slides his hand over the beautiful curve of Misha’s hips as he pulls his tongue free. Misha whimpers at the loss and can’t stop his hips from jerking as he rides the lingering sensation.
Jensen flips him back around and sucks his cock back in, tasting the heavy musk of sex that had been missing from Misha’s scent before. Misha’s hands fly to Jensen’s hair, tugging and making a high keening sound as he comes. Jensen uses one hand to rub his cock as he rides the waves of Misha’s orgasm, coming after only a few strokes as he swallows around Misha’s cock.
Jensen stays on his knees until he has his breath back, leaning in to kiss Misha’s hipbone before tucking him back in and zipping his jeans. Jensen stands up and Misha pulls him in for the dirtiest kiss, licking the taste of himself from Jensen’s tongue.
Jensen leans in for one more soft kiss before he hands Misha his keys, “Why don’t you let me decide what I want.”
FIN.
Now with sequel: The Garage.
Summary: Jensen/Misha, PWP gratuitous rimming fic.
Warnings: Slash, semi-public sex, squick warning for rimming.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Supernatural and make no claim of ownership of the names and likenesses this story contains. I do not profit from this work and will probably receive ridicule as payment, but would accept gum if offered.
Author’s Note: The inspiration for the fic came from these pictures right over here.......I know, I know, I’m supposed to be writing the second parts to my other two fics, but Misha started tweeting again today and Jensen hopped up on my shoulder and started whispering naughty things. Reviews are love and concrit is very welcome. This fic is edited by me and all errors are mine. I say again: Why are all my Supernatural fics porny?
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Misha had just come out of his trailer after showering. Being covered in slime for an extended amount of time was pretty par for the course on set. Jensen shakes his head to himself at Misha’s wardrobe.
Misha was wearing a Marvin Martian tee shirt under a black blazer and jeans, his hair still damp from the shower. Jensen had been doing a scene with Jared, but had gotten some unexpected time to himself when they couldn’t get the sound working properly and called it a day early.
Misha had been different on set that day. Usually he and Jared would torture Misha until he made them leave the set entirely, make him laugh so hard he’d be in tears.
The scene required a lot of long, meaningful looks between Castiel, Sam and Dean that day. Jared and Misha were filming a scene together, and Jensen snuck over to the table beside Misha.
As soon as Misha started his intense stare into the camera, Jensen trailed a hand up the inside of his left thigh, expecting to hear an exclamation of surprise at any moment, ruining the take.
What he got instead, was Misha finishing his take, and then glancing down at Jensen saying, “You might try the other side. I don’t dress left.”, he then winked at Jensen and walked towards his starting mark to start his next scene. All day had been like that.
Jensen joggsup to Misha, catching him at his elbow. “Hey, what was up with you today, man? Usually we’ve got you rolling.” They smile at each other and fall into step.
“I dunno. You guys are always making faces at me, it’s usually Jared you get touchy with. I guess I’m just not as jumpy as he is,” Misha shrugs one shoulder and glances sideways at Jensen.
“So you telling me you’re totally fine with me groping you on set, won’t crack a smile?” Jensen cocks his head and smirks at him, “because I do believe I’ll take that challenge.”
Misha turns left at the end of the trailer, headed towards the parking lot. “I’m saying,” Misha pulls out his keys and unlocks his car, “that you’ll get a reaction out of me when you feel me up, but it won’t be the one you want.” Misha’s eyes are amused, the set of his lips challenging.
Before Jensen knows what he’s doing, he has Misha pushed back against his car, one hand pulling him down by the neck as he brushes his lips against Misha’s.
Misha drops his keys, body melting into the car and opens his mouth to accommodate Jensen’s tongue, tasting his last cup of coffee from set.
Jensen takes a deep breath as he kisses Misha, slowing their exploration until it’s just the slick slide of lips, drawing Misha’s bottom lip into his mouth to nibble and suck.
Misha smells clean, a mixture of soap and clean laundry, his own scent faint and strongest at his jawline. Jensen rubs his thumb down Misha’s jaw, tracing his neck and grazing his collarbone.
Their breath mingles between them as the kiss breaks naturally. Jensen can feel how warm Misha is, pressed against him. He sees a blush spread across his cheeks and notes that all smugness gone from his lips.
Misha’s head has barely begun to clear when Jensen slides to his knees and starts tugging on Misha’s belt.
“Oh my god, Jensen are you,--” Jensen nuzzles his cock through his underwear, “you’re,” Misha feels his cock getting harder, pressing up to meet Jensen’s lips through the fabric, “we’re in public!” Misha’s last protests die on his lips as Jensen pulls his cock out.
Lips and tongue and wet heat embrace him, instant suction that has him groaning into the empty parking lot, praying no one needs their car any time soon.
Jensen sucks cock like he enjoys it. Has no noticeable techniques and uses no unnecessary tricks. He licks up the underside, tracing the vein to the tip before sucking him back in as far as he can go.
Jensen keeps his eyes on Misha’s face, pulls off Misha’s cock with an obscene pop and licks his lips like it’s the best fucking thing he’s ever tasted.
“Turn around.” Jensen’s voice is pleased, his tone deeper but not by much, sounding a bit like Dean when he’s angry.
Words don’t make any sense at first, Misha’s brain rushing to catch up, still screaming at him about indecent exposure. “Turn. Around.” Jensen repeats himself as he grabs Misha’s hip and pushes in the opposite direction until he gets with the program.
Jensen pulls down on Misha’s jeans and underwear, leaves them pooled around his ankles. He slaps lightly at the back of Misha’s thigh, “Open up, Mish. Let me in.”
Misha feels his cock throb at Jensen’s words, disbelief slowing his movements. Misha shuffles his feet, opening his thighs as wide as he can with his jeans in the way.
Jensen breathes hot air over his ass, making him shiver. He leans in and smells more of that clean soap smell, something with “Fresh Rain” in the label, he’d bet.
Misha cannot believe how out of control the situation has gotten. He feels Jensen pull outward on his hips, lifts his feet and follows direction until he’s leaning forward on his arms, hips and ass angled out as far as he can stand.
Sliding his tongue around Misha’s hole, Jensen gets him wet before he pulls back to blow cool air over the wetness, making Misha’s sensitive hole spasm, startling him into a low groan.
Everything's a blur after that, Misha making the most delicious noises as he fucks himself back onto Jensen’s tongue. His hips feel sore from Dean’s tight grip and Misha’s mind supplies him a picture of Dean’s handprint from Cas.
Jensen’s tongue starts to get sore just as Misha starts begging. “Jensen, please,” he bites his lips as he moans again, face hidden in his folded arms, “Jensen, Jensen yes just like that,” filthy encouragements fall from his lips, even as he asks for release. “Let me come, Jensen, I can’t take any more.”
Jensen slides his hand over the beautiful curve of Misha’s hips as he pulls his tongue free. Misha whimpers at the loss and can’t stop his hips from jerking as he rides the lingering sensation.
Jensen flips him back around and sucks his cock back in, tasting the heavy musk of sex that had been missing from Misha’s scent before. Misha’s hands fly to Jensen’s hair, tugging and making a high keening sound as he comes. Jensen uses one hand to rub his cock as he rides the waves of Misha’s orgasm, coming after only a few strokes as he swallows around Misha’s cock.
Jensen stays on his knees until he has his breath back, leaning in to kiss Misha’s hipbone before tucking him back in and zipping his jeans. Jensen stands up and Misha pulls him in for the dirtiest kiss, licking the taste of himself from Jensen’s tongue.
Jensen leans in for one more soft kiss before he hands Misha his keys, “Why don’t you let me decide what I want.”
FIN.
Now with sequel: The Garage.