Hung
Title: Hung
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,022
Warnings: angry!Jensen and a teensy bit of angst, I guess? Not much.
Disclaimer: This clearly didn't happen, because Jared clearly isn't this ridiculous.
Synopsis: Jensen is hung, and Jared just can't let that go.
Notes: I have no idea. I saw those pictures. You know...those pictures. And this happened. Because, for some reason, I can't quit writing fic now.
It used to be funny. It was funny, before Jared knew. Before he saw.
See, one of Jared’s favorite things to do whenever he gets bored is to find old embarrassing pictures of Jensen and post them in various places on set. Jared and the crew laugh, and Jensen blushes and covers his face, shaking his head and chuckling quietly. And, somehow, it never gets old. Jensen fires back every now and then, but Jared's currently winning by a landslide in the humiliating photo competition. But that doesn’t mean he can hang back and get comfortable. Oh, no, not at all. Jared's all set to rub it in. There's no way he can stop now. Which means spending a lot of time searching for pictures of Jensen online.
Which is how Jared ends up browsing through Jensen’s Smallville photoshoot.
Which is how Jared ends up finding out that Jensen is hung.
It isn’t necessarily something you want to know about your best friend. But it's there, and so obvious. So much so that Jared has a hard time forgetting about it. He wants to ask Jensen about it, the question on the tip of his tongue every day. Because, hell, it was a photoshoot. Did Jensen not realize how much could be seen? Did no one tell him? Was it deliberate? He has a hard time believing that it could’ve been done on purpose, given Jensen’s shy nature. But…come on! Look at it!
And so, Jared finds himself suddenly obsessed with his costar. Well, not just with his costar, but with his costar’s dick, of all things. Which is why he can’t ask. He doesn’t have the guts to. There are times when he almost thinks he could work it into the conversation they're having, but he always stops himself short. Because it's awkward. And because Jensen would never let up on Jared paying such close attention to his crotch.
He isn’t sure why it bothers him so much, aside from the curiosity of Jensen letting so much show during a photoshoot. Or maybe he is. Maybe guys really are that insecure when it comes to comparing dick size. Because, Jared? He’s a pretty big guy. He towers over pretty much everyone, and he’s pretty confident in saying that everything’s proportional, wink-wink, nudge-nudge. And, you know, he’s used to being the biggest guy around, by far. So, standing next to a 6’1 Jensen and making him look 5’9 had made Jared pretty confident that he was still the alpha male, here.
Not that he isn’t still bigger than Jensen. Because he might be is. It’s just that…he didn’t expect the competition to be so stiff. Pun intended.
It’s embarrassing, how much it gets in his head. He finds himself fidgeting and glaring at Jensen every so often on set. Jensen, who walks around being all quiet and humble, as if he’s nothing special, just as ordinary as everybody on the crew. And all Jared can think is, “Fuck you, Jensen. We all know what you’re hiding in those jeans.”
It gets to the point where crew members are giving him way more space than necessary. It gets to the point where Jensen is asking him what’s wrong. It gets to the point where Jared almost whips it out one day while they’re hanging out in his trailer and challenges Jensen to a fucking duel, because this is ridiculous. He has to know. It gets to the point where Jared does something he knows Jensen will hate him for, and prints out the offending pictures, posting them in various places on set, where everyone can see.
For a while, Jensen doesn’t even notice. Jensen can be oblivious like that, sometimes. But it only takes a few random wolf whistles and a few crude comments about cowboys and their horses for Jensen to start catching on.
It takes Jensen one minute and fourteen seconds to end up banging on Jared’s trailer door when they break for lunch. Jared counts it. And then he opens the door, butterflies suddenly flitting around in his stomach.
“You think this is fucking funny?!?”
And shit, Jared’s never seen Jensen so pissed off. Hell, he doesn’t think he’s even seen Dean so pissed off. Jensen’s face is completely red, his jaw set tight, eyes blazing, chest heaving…He looks almost murderous. And, held tightly in his hand so that the paper is crinkling beneath his fingers, he’s holding up one of those damn impressive pictures of himself. Jared’s so flustered and, though he doesn’t care to admit it, scared, that he doesn’t manage to do more than stare and stutter, which makes him wonder if Jensen’s dick really is bigger than his own.
“How the fuck could you do this, Jared?!” Jensen questions angrily, flinging the paper in Jared’s face. Jared feels the corner of it scrape his skin. He would complain about the paper cut, but he doesn’t think that Jensen would really sympathize with that right now. “And don’t tell me you didn’t know what you were fucking doing, because you did! I know you did! Thanks to you, everyone on set practically knows what my dick looks like!”
“…They’re on the internet.”
Jared hears himself say it and knows that he should’ve kept his mouth shut, even though it’s true. They’re promo pics. It was a photoshoot. It’s not like no one will ever see them. Plenty of people have already.
“That’s not the point, Jared!” Jensen steps up off of the stairs and into the doorway, closer to Jared, and Jared sees Jensen’s hands balled into fists. “The point is that you knew. You knew how embarrassing this would be for me! Hell, you should know me well enough to know that I wish those pictures didn’t even exist! And now you, of all people, you’re gonna go and post them all around set to fucking advertise them to people?? Way to be a fucking friend, asshole.”
Oh. So that’s the point.
And, just like that, Jensen’s off, down the stairs and storming into his own trailer, the door slamming behind him.
Shit.
Jared turns and bangs his head against the doorframe a few times. He should’ve done that in the first place. Maybe it would’ve knocked some sense into him. Because it only occurs to him now how stupid he’s been. And there’s really no excuse for it.
“I’m an asshole,” Jared mutters to himself. He looks over at Jensen’s closed trailer door and knows he has to go over there. What he’ll say, he has no idea. But he’s pretty sure he just managed to royally fuck up their friendship, and he needs to apologize before this shitty, guilty feeling sends him to an early grave.
He walks over, knocks softly on the door, and opens it to find Jensen throwing knives, his back to the door. He pauses and just watches silently for a moment. It’s almost frightening, how accurate each throw is, the bull’s-eye on Jensen’s dartboard taking a severe beating. He’s pretty sure Jensen’s imagining his face there, and he gulps, so loudly he thinks Jensen must’ve heard it.
“You really think you should be here right now?” Jensen asks, his voice low and dangerous. Jared steps closer, spreading his arms when Jensen wastes his last knife and finally turns to look at him.
“You wanna take a shot?” Jared offers. He feels pretty queasy, and Jensen’s got that look in his eye that scares him shitless. But he figures this is the least he can do, at this point.
He doesn’t flinch when Jensen steps to him, fists clenched at his sides, tension in his body, ready to snap and take a swing. He just prepares himself for it, taking deep breaths. There’s a pause, and Jared catches Jensen’s eyes, sees the spark of rage cloud over with shame. And then Jensen turns away and stalks over to his dartboard.
“I’m not gonna fucking hit you, Jared,” Jensen says quietly, pulling the knives out of the center and stepping back until he’s an acceptable distance away again. He throws one, and Jared can see the anger in the pull of his muscles, the snap of his arm, the knife lodging deep inside the board.
“I’m sorry.”
“Why did you do it, Jared?” Jensen asks, turning back around to face him. “Can you just tell me why?”
Jared’s surprised at the look on Jensen’s face. He imagines it’s the same look Jensen had back in high school, when his supposed friends found some of his old modeling pictures and posted them around the school. Jared remembers that story only now, remembering how Jensen told him how embarrassing it was, and how he’d ended up the laughing stock of the school. Granted, Jensen isn’t exactly a laughing stock this time, but still. Jared just brought that moment back. Jared virtually transported them all the way back to fucking high school, all because of some stupid fucking pictures.
He knows he owes Jensen an explanation. He just doesn’t know what explanation to give. That queasy feeling is back, and Jared can feel his mouth opening, can feel honesty pouring out, as it always does, and knows he’s in for it, now.
“I-I was curious.”
“Curious??” Jensen asks, thoroughly confused. “Curious about what?” Jared counts again, and this time it takes all of five seconds for realization to dawn, Jensen’s eyes growing wide. “I…Y-You’re not…Not about…”
Jensen’s face is flushed again, but for a completely different reason this time. He can’t even speak in complete sentences, and Jared’s no help to him now, because he’s pretty sure his brain just packed up and took a vacation.
“Look, I know I was stupid and went about this the wrong way, but I couldn’t…I was just…” Jared’s barely aware of the sound of his voice, of his random gesturing at Jensen, Jensen’s body, but he knows he’s digging himself a deeper hole than he can get out of. “I wasn’t sure if…”
Jensen’s expression is completely unreadable now, and Jared has no idea what to do with that. Until Jensen smirks, eyebrow raised, the expression that usually comes before some sort of taunting.
“What?” Jensen asks, eyeing him. “Think I’m a threat to your manhood, Jay? Is that it?” Jensen’s hands drop to his belt buckle. “You wanna compare? Pull a little, ‘I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours?’” Jared stares, silent, almost expectant, and Jensen picks up on it, his hands dropping and the humor leaving his face. “Jesus Christ, Jared! You’re serious??”
Jared gulps. This is it. He’s already dead. He may as well just come out and say it.
“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
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Jared’s not sure how this situation is supposed to end, but he sure as hell didn’t expect to end up like this, on his knees, Jensen’s dick in his mouth. But, with the way Jensen’s moaning, he figures it’s penance enough for what he did, even if he’s enjoying it, too. When Jensen comes, it’s without muttering a warning, hands simply fisting in his hair and pulling him closer, bumping up against the back of his throat. Jared groans and holds on tight, hands on Jensen’s hips, and tries his best to swallow everything Jensen gives him. Jensen is definitely more of a man than Jared gave him credit for. People often say that pictures, no matter how great, never do the real thing justice. Jared knows now that that’s true.
It’s a surprise when Jensen joins him on the floor afterwards, undoing his pants and shoving a hand down in them. Jared comes almost embarrassingly fast, and hopes that Jensen will take that as his payback and never mention it again. What’s more of a surprise? Is the gentle kiss Jensen presses to his lips when they’re both sated and sagging against each other. He watches as Jensen looks down between them, his soft dick still held firmly in Jensen’s hand.
“Jay?” Jensen says, the smirk playing on his lips again. “You don’t have to feel threatened.”
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,022
Warnings: angry!Jensen and a teensy bit of angst, I guess? Not much.
Disclaimer: This clearly didn't happen, because Jared clearly isn't this ridiculous.
Synopsis: Jensen is hung, and Jared just can't let that go.
Notes: I have no idea. I saw those pictures. You know...those pictures. And this happened. Because, for some reason, I can't quit writing fic now.
It used to be funny. It was funny, before Jared knew. Before he saw.
See, one of Jared’s favorite things to do whenever he gets bored is to find old embarrassing pictures of Jensen and post them in various places on set. Jared and the crew laugh, and Jensen blushes and covers his face, shaking his head and chuckling quietly. And, somehow, it never gets old. Jensen fires back every now and then, but Jared's currently winning by a landslide in the humiliating photo competition. But that doesn’t mean he can hang back and get comfortable. Oh, no, not at all. Jared's all set to rub it in. There's no way he can stop now. Which means spending a lot of time searching for pictures of Jensen online.
Which is how Jared ends up browsing through Jensen’s Smallville photoshoot.
Which is how Jared ends up finding out that Jensen is hung.
It isn’t necessarily something you want to know about your best friend. But it's there, and so obvious. So much so that Jared has a hard time forgetting about it. He wants to ask Jensen about it, the question on the tip of his tongue every day. Because, hell, it was a photoshoot. Did Jensen not realize how much could be seen? Did no one tell him? Was it deliberate? He has a hard time believing that it could’ve been done on purpose, given Jensen’s shy nature. But…come on! Look at it!
And so, Jared finds himself suddenly obsessed with his costar. Well, not just with his costar, but with his costar’s dick, of all things. Which is why he can’t ask. He doesn’t have the guts to. There are times when he almost thinks he could work it into the conversation they're having, but he always stops himself short. Because it's awkward. And because Jensen would never let up on Jared paying such close attention to his crotch.
He isn’t sure why it bothers him so much, aside from the curiosity of Jensen letting so much show during a photoshoot. Or maybe he is. Maybe guys really are that insecure when it comes to comparing dick size. Because, Jared? He’s a pretty big guy. He towers over pretty much everyone, and he’s pretty confident in saying that everything’s proportional, wink-wink, nudge-nudge. And, you know, he’s used to being the biggest guy around, by far. So, standing next to a 6’1 Jensen and making him look 5’9 had made Jared pretty confident that he was still the alpha male, here.
Not that he isn’t still bigger than Jensen. Because he might be is. It’s just that…he didn’t expect the competition to be so stiff. Pun intended.
It’s embarrassing, how much it gets in his head. He finds himself fidgeting and glaring at Jensen every so often on set. Jensen, who walks around being all quiet and humble, as if he’s nothing special, just as ordinary as everybody on the crew. And all Jared can think is, “Fuck you, Jensen. We all know what you’re hiding in those jeans.”
It gets to the point where crew members are giving him way more space than necessary. It gets to the point where Jensen is asking him what’s wrong. It gets to the point where Jared almost whips it out one day while they’re hanging out in his trailer and challenges Jensen to a fucking duel, because this is ridiculous. He has to know. It gets to the point where Jared does something he knows Jensen will hate him for, and prints out the offending pictures, posting them in various places on set, where everyone can see.
For a while, Jensen doesn’t even notice. Jensen can be oblivious like that, sometimes. But it only takes a few random wolf whistles and a few crude comments about cowboys and their horses for Jensen to start catching on.
It takes Jensen one minute and fourteen seconds to end up banging on Jared’s trailer door when they break for lunch. Jared counts it. And then he opens the door, butterflies suddenly flitting around in his stomach.
“You think this is fucking funny?!?”
And shit, Jared’s never seen Jensen so pissed off. Hell, he doesn’t think he’s even seen Dean so pissed off. Jensen’s face is completely red, his jaw set tight, eyes blazing, chest heaving…He looks almost murderous. And, held tightly in his hand so that the paper is crinkling beneath his fingers, he’s holding up one of those damn impressive pictures of himself. Jared’s so flustered and, though he doesn’t care to admit it, scared, that he doesn’t manage to do more than stare and stutter, which makes him wonder if Jensen’s dick really is bigger than his own.
“How the fuck could you do this, Jared?!” Jensen questions angrily, flinging the paper in Jared’s face. Jared feels the corner of it scrape his skin. He would complain about the paper cut, but he doesn’t think that Jensen would really sympathize with that right now. “And don’t tell me you didn’t know what you were fucking doing, because you did! I know you did! Thanks to you, everyone on set practically knows what my dick looks like!”
“…They’re on the internet.”
Jared hears himself say it and knows that he should’ve kept his mouth shut, even though it’s true. They’re promo pics. It was a photoshoot. It’s not like no one will ever see them. Plenty of people have already.
“That’s not the point, Jared!” Jensen steps up off of the stairs and into the doorway, closer to Jared, and Jared sees Jensen’s hands balled into fists. “The point is that you knew. You knew how embarrassing this would be for me! Hell, you should know me well enough to know that I wish those pictures didn’t even exist! And now you, of all people, you’re gonna go and post them all around set to fucking advertise them to people?? Way to be a fucking friend, asshole.”
Oh. So that’s the point.
And, just like that, Jensen’s off, down the stairs and storming into his own trailer, the door slamming behind him.
Shit.
Jared turns and bangs his head against the doorframe a few times. He should’ve done that in the first place. Maybe it would’ve knocked some sense into him. Because it only occurs to him now how stupid he’s been. And there’s really no excuse for it.
“I’m an asshole,” Jared mutters to himself. He looks over at Jensen’s closed trailer door and knows he has to go over there. What he’ll say, he has no idea. But he’s pretty sure he just managed to royally fuck up their friendship, and he needs to apologize before this shitty, guilty feeling sends him to an early grave.
He walks over, knocks softly on the door, and opens it to find Jensen throwing knives, his back to the door. He pauses and just watches silently for a moment. It’s almost frightening, how accurate each throw is, the bull’s-eye on Jensen’s dartboard taking a severe beating. He’s pretty sure Jensen’s imagining his face there, and he gulps, so loudly he thinks Jensen must’ve heard it.
“You really think you should be here right now?” Jensen asks, his voice low and dangerous. Jared steps closer, spreading his arms when Jensen wastes his last knife and finally turns to look at him.
“You wanna take a shot?” Jared offers. He feels pretty queasy, and Jensen’s got that look in his eye that scares him shitless. But he figures this is the least he can do, at this point.
He doesn’t flinch when Jensen steps to him, fists clenched at his sides, tension in his body, ready to snap and take a swing. He just prepares himself for it, taking deep breaths. There’s a pause, and Jared catches Jensen’s eyes, sees the spark of rage cloud over with shame. And then Jensen turns away and stalks over to his dartboard.
“I’m not gonna fucking hit you, Jared,” Jensen says quietly, pulling the knives out of the center and stepping back until he’s an acceptable distance away again. He throws one, and Jared can see the anger in the pull of his muscles, the snap of his arm, the knife lodging deep inside the board.
“I’m sorry.”
“Why did you do it, Jared?” Jensen asks, turning back around to face him. “Can you just tell me why?”
Jared’s surprised at the look on Jensen’s face. He imagines it’s the same look Jensen had back in high school, when his supposed friends found some of his old modeling pictures and posted them around the school. Jared remembers that story only now, remembering how Jensen told him how embarrassing it was, and how he’d ended up the laughing stock of the school. Granted, Jensen isn’t exactly a laughing stock this time, but still. Jared just brought that moment back. Jared virtually transported them all the way back to fucking high school, all because of some stupid fucking pictures.
He knows he owes Jensen an explanation. He just doesn’t know what explanation to give. That queasy feeling is back, and Jared can feel his mouth opening, can feel honesty pouring out, as it always does, and knows he’s in for it, now.
“I-I was curious.”
“Curious??” Jensen asks, thoroughly confused. “Curious about what?” Jared counts again, and this time it takes all of five seconds for realization to dawn, Jensen’s eyes growing wide. “I…Y-You’re not…Not about…”
Jensen’s face is flushed again, but for a completely different reason this time. He can’t even speak in complete sentences, and Jared’s no help to him now, because he’s pretty sure his brain just packed up and took a vacation.
“Look, I know I was stupid and went about this the wrong way, but I couldn’t…I was just…” Jared’s barely aware of the sound of his voice, of his random gesturing at Jensen, Jensen’s body, but he knows he’s digging himself a deeper hole than he can get out of. “I wasn’t sure if…”
Jensen’s expression is completely unreadable now, and Jared has no idea what to do with that. Until Jensen smirks, eyebrow raised, the expression that usually comes before some sort of taunting.
“What?” Jensen asks, eyeing him. “Think I’m a threat to your manhood, Jay? Is that it?” Jensen’s hands drop to his belt buckle. “You wanna compare? Pull a little, ‘I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours?’” Jared stares, silent, almost expectant, and Jensen picks up on it, his hands dropping and the humor leaving his face. “Jesus Christ, Jared! You’re serious??”
Jared gulps. This is it. He’s already dead. He may as well just come out and say it.
“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
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Jared’s not sure how this situation is supposed to end, but he sure as hell didn’t expect to end up like this, on his knees, Jensen’s dick in his mouth. But, with the way Jensen’s moaning, he figures it’s penance enough for what he did, even if he’s enjoying it, too. When Jensen comes, it’s without muttering a warning, hands simply fisting in his hair and pulling him closer, bumping up against the back of his throat. Jared groans and holds on tight, hands on Jensen’s hips, and tries his best to swallow everything Jensen gives him. Jensen is definitely more of a man than Jared gave him credit for. People often say that pictures, no matter how great, never do the real thing justice. Jared knows now that that’s true.
It’s a surprise when Jensen joins him on the floor afterwards, undoing his pants and shoving a hand down in them. Jared comes almost embarrassingly fast, and hopes that Jensen will take that as his payback and never mention it again. What’s more of a surprise? Is the gentle kiss Jensen presses to his lips when they’re both sated and sagging against each other. He watches as Jensen looks down between them, his soft dick still held firmly in Jensen’s hand.
“Jay?” Jensen says, the smirk playing on his lips again. “You don’t have to feel threatened.”