Rockstar
Title: Rockstar
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 046. Star.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2,014
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hardcore smexing. And then schmoop.
Summary: Jensen is on a performance high after being on stage at Dante’s. Which totally means he gets super horny and wants to jump Jared’s bones.
Disclaimer: I’ll believe it if you will.
Author's Notes: I just love the idea of super excited and horny Jensen. Also, there was an interview somewhere where Jared mentioned how he drives back and forth to Vancouver with his dogs and stays in crappy little motels, so I decided to use that, figuring Jensen was stopping in Portland on his way back to Vancouver, so Jared would maybe try to drive through around the same time. I’d link it, but I’m too lazy to find the link right now. But I will link to vids: one, two, three, four.The man is just too damn adorable. ♥
Jared jolted out of his sleep when he heard someone pounding on the door, and he gasped as he swung into a sitting position, heart beating rapidly. That wasn’t the sort of sound you wanted to hear when you were staying in a motel that Sam and Dean would frequent and you weren’t carrying their weapons. But Sadie and Harley weren’t barking or growling. They were standing in front of the door, bouncing on their front paws, tails wagging as they whined in excitement. And that was when he remembered exactly where he was, and that he’d text messaged Jensen earlier with the name and room number of the motel he was staying at. He flicked the light on, wincing as the room brightened to a severe degree, his eyes needing time to adjust. He stood slowly, still so tired from the long drive there with the dogs on the way to Vancouver. He was supposed to be at Dante’s with Jensen and the gang that night, but exhaustion had claimed his body and forced him to bow out.
“Okay, okay,” he said quietly, shooing the dogs away from the door and unlocking and opening it. He was completely caught off guard when Jensen burst through the door and kicked it closed, eyes shining in an almost otherworldly fashion as he gripped Jared and shoved him up against the door, kissing him roughly and grinding against him. Jensen’s tongue was inside his mouth as soon as he gasped in shock, and Jared could taste hints of alcohol there. “Jensen, what the fuck?!” he asked breathlessly when Jensen moved to kiss his neck.
“God, you look hot,” Jensen said, completely ignoring the question, and Jared was suddenly aware that he was standing there in nothing but his boxers, having been asleep moments before. Jensen’s hands roamed over his bare skin, and he shivered involuntarily. “You feel hot, too.” There was a nip at his earlobe, his throat. “Fuck, Jared, I’m so hard, you have no idea.”
“I think I do,” Jared chuckled, grunting when Jensen shoved up against him to the point where it was almost painful, his body caught between Jensen and the door. He finally managed to get his hands between them and push Jensen away, taking in the slightly crazed look in his eyes. “What’s gotten into you?”
“I was on stage,” Jensen answered, giggling gleefully and moving in close again to nip at Jared’s lips, hands running up his torso. “God, it was amazing, Jay. You should’ve been there.”
“Thought I wouldn’t be seeing you till daylight,” Jared managed, Jensen pulling him close and nuzzling his jaw line. He closed his eyes at the sensation, light stubble scratching against his own.
“Wanted to come see you,” Jensen breathed, pulling back and giving Jared a dazzling smile, eyes sparkling around his blown pupils. “You missed it, man. I got up there, and I just sang, and I probably looked like a goddamn fool, but I didn’t even care! And the place was packed, and there was this crowd, and the band was just fuckin’ rockin’! I felt like a fuckin’ rockstar!” he said, voice rising, as he spread his arms and laughed loudly, body damn near vibrating with energy.
“Damn,” Jared said, unable to keep from grinning himself. “I’m sorry I missed it.” And wasn’t that the truth? He regretted not going even more now, wondering if he’d ever get the chance to see Jensen let loose that same way again. He moved past Jensen to the bed, flopping back down on it. “I’m proud of you, Jen. Really. I bet Chris was thrilled.”
“He was,” Jensen said, flopping down onto the bed next to him and crowding up close, the two of them facing each other on their sides. Jared heard the jingle of the dogs’ collars and looked back to see them lying back down by the door, their excitement downplayed at this hour of the night. “It was awesome.” Jared looked back at Jensen, not even inches from his face, that childish grin lighting up his face again. “I was on stage,” Jensen repeated, throwing a leg over Jared’s body and pulling him closer, grinding against him again. “I’m a rockstar,” he growled playfully, and Jared would’ve laughed if Jensen wasn’t rock hard against him, licking and sucking and biting at his throat.
“Jen,” Jared tried feebly, putting up little resistance, still feeling a bit of the exhaustion that he’d felt from the drive. “I was asleep.”
“I wanna fuck you,” Jensen whispered against his skin, bending his head to lick a stripe up Jared’s bare chest, and Jared shivered again. “Please, Jared.” He palmed Jared’s ass, rubbing harder against him and moaning, whimpering. “I’m so hard. I want you so bad. Just…let me.”
“Jensen,” Jared groaned, cock beginning to stir in his boxers. “Jen…” He broke off in a gasp when Jensen slipped his hand into the back of his boxers, fingers dipping into the crease and rubbing at his sensitive hole. He closed his eyes, biting his lip as he felt them slip in the wetness still there, Jensen suddenly freezing beside him, tension crackling in the air between them.
“You…” Jensen started, trailing off. He rubbed his fingers through the lube again, easily slipping the tip of one inside, and groaned loudly. “Oh, fuck, you did it. You fucked yourself when you got here, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice dangerously low. “Fingered yourself open?”
“Ye-Yeah,” Jared stuttered, shuddering and bucking, cheeks suddenly flushing hot. “Didn’t think you’d be here…” He was moved quickly, Jensen’s hand pulled away as he got up and shoved Jared roughly, turning him over onto his stomach and stripping his boxers away, palming his ass again and holding him open, just staring at him for a moment. Jared moaned, hardening against the sheets.
“Did you think of me?” Jensen asked, his voice dripping with lust, body settling over Jared’s, one hand trapped between them, fingers toying with Jared’s hole. “Were you thinking about me fucking you?”
“Yeah,” Jared gasped, pressing back against Jensen’s fingers. “Yeah, always.”
“Did you come?” Jensen moved his hand away, fitting it down between Jared’s body and the sheets, grabbing for his cock. Jared grunted and thrust forward, burying his face in the pillow beneath him. Jensen was already thrusting against his ass, panting heavily, denim rough on his skin. “Did you do it, Jay? Did you come all over yourself thinking of me fucking your tight little asshole?” Jared moaned helplessly, not used to Jensen being this forward, this turned on. “Fuck, tell me,” Jensen said, demanding and begging at the same time. “Tell me what you did.”
“I came,” Jared whispered, turning his head away from the pillow so he could speak, Jensen’s hand still tight around his dick. “I came. Wanted you inside me. Fuck.”
“Think you can do it again?” Jensen asked, and Jared’s cock twitched at the thought of round two with Jensen. “Jared…oh, God.” Jensen sounded so damn desperate, and he pulled his hand away from Jared’s cock, Jared able to feel him fumbling with his jeans and popping them open, shoving them down and away. He sucked in a breath when Jensen pulled himself free of his boxers, his naked cock suddenly riding the crease of Jared’s ass, slipping in the lube and feeling harder than he’d ever been, the tip already sticky wet. “Please,” Jensen begged, placing kisses along Jared’s spine. “Please, Jared, let me.” Jared wanted to laugh at the fact that Jensen was still even asking through his dominance, but, at the same time, he appreciated it, rewarding Jensen with an inviting push back against his cock. Jensen groaned and gripped the base of his cock, positioning himself.
Jared trembled at the feel of Jensen’s head pressing against his hole, anticipating the feeling of being filled that he’d been so desperate for just a few hours before. Then he opened up around Jensen on one hard thrust, his body still relaxed and slick but just tight enough to feel pleasurably stretched by Jensen’s hard cock buried inside of him. He closed his eyes, burying his face in the pillow again, and heard Jensen moan in relief and ecstasy, immediately pulling back to thrust back in again.
“So good,” Jensen murmured, kissing and biting at Jared’s shoulder blades and shoving in as far as he could, jarring Jared’s body. “So ready for me. Perfect,” another hard thrust and a moan, “You’re perfect.”
Jared could feel himself throbbing against the sheets, full and dripping pre-come, the silky smooth feeling a welcome stimulation and soothing contrast to the feel of Jensen’s jeans rubbing his thighs and ass raw as he fucked him, the zipper pressing into his skin. It was fast and rough, and not meant to last, Jensen’s desperate need to get off driving him quickly towards orgasm, moaning incessantly above him. Jared whimpered and thrust against the sheets, fingertips digging into the mattress.
“My…My dick,” he panted, reaching back for the hand that was now pressing bruises into his hip and dragging it forward. “Please touch my dick.” Jensen obliged him, once again pushing his hand down between Jared’s body in the sheets and wrapping strong fingers around his cock, giving him a tight ring to thrust into beneath the driving weight of his body.
“Jared,” Jensen said, his tone urgent, the word a warning. “Jared…” Jared twitched in Jensen’s hand, jolted by hard thrusts pressing inside of him just right, Jensen’s rhythm beginning to falter. He heard Jensen groan, felt stubble scrape between his shoulder blades before teeth nipped at the back of his neck, and suddenly Jensen was shoving in and coming, tense and shaking above him, hot streams of come flooding him.
Jensen’s breath was hitching in short, rushed gasps, slowly coming down off his high and relaxing into Jared’s body, Jared still hard in his grasp. He whimpered when Jared started moving again beneath him, but didn’t move to pull out just yet, and Jared worked his hips back and forth as well as he could, back onto Jensen’s half hard cock and forward into Jensen’s fist, needing to get off. It was a relief when he finally did, eyes rolling back and squeezing shut, constricting around Jensen and spilling over his fingers. Jensen let out a sharp cry, hips jerking before Jared’s own body calmed down and he softened more, pulling out gently.
“Wow,” Jensen breathed, rolling off of Jared and onto his back. Jared felt cool where air suddenly met sweaty skin. “That was…”
“Yeah,” he agreed, peeling himself away from the sticky sheets and looking over at Jensen, flushed and sweaty, spent dick hanging over damp boxers and opened jeans. He smiled and chuckled a little to himself. “Yeah, Jen, you’re a fuckin’ rockstar.” Jensen laughed lightly, flashing him a grin before hauling himself up out of bed. Jared watched as he stripped the rest of his clothes off and then wandered into the bathroom, returning with a wet rag to clean Jared off. Jared reached beneath himself and pulled the dirty sheet down and folded it over, then flopped onto his back and let Jensen clean him, sighing contentedly as the cloth wiped gently over his ass, his dick, his stomach, Jensen smiling down at him.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” Jensen said, leaning down for a quick kiss before getting up to dispose of the rag. He turned off the light and climbed back into bed soon after, gathering Jared up in his arms. “I missed you tonight.”
“Yeah, me too,” Jared said, curling into Jensen’s body. “Maybe next time, huh?”
“Yeah.” Jensen kissed his forehead, gently stroking along his back. “Go back to sleep.”
Jared snorted. It wasn’t as if his sleep had been mildly disturbed. He’d been jolted awake and then fucked into the mattress, sleep long forgotten. But Jensen’s command and soothing touches somehow brought him back to that place between life and dreams, and he was soon drifting off, Jensen’s warm body surrounding his own.
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 046. Star.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2,014
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hardcore smexing. And then schmoop.
Summary: Jensen is on a performance high after being on stage at Dante’s. Which totally means he gets super horny and wants to jump Jared’s bones.
Disclaimer: I’ll believe it if you will.
Author's Notes: I just love the idea of super excited and horny Jensen. Also, there was an interview somewhere where Jared mentioned how he drives back and forth to Vancouver with his dogs and stays in crappy little motels, so I decided to use that, figuring Jensen was stopping in Portland on his way back to Vancouver, so Jared would maybe try to drive through around the same time. I’d link it, but I’m too lazy to find the link right now. But I will link to vids: one, two, three, four.The man is just too damn adorable. ♥
Jared jolted out of his sleep when he heard someone pounding on the door, and he gasped as he swung into a sitting position, heart beating rapidly. That wasn’t the sort of sound you wanted to hear when you were staying in a motel that Sam and Dean would frequent and you weren’t carrying their weapons. But Sadie and Harley weren’t barking or growling. They were standing in front of the door, bouncing on their front paws, tails wagging as they whined in excitement. And that was when he remembered exactly where he was, and that he’d text messaged Jensen earlier with the name and room number of the motel he was staying at. He flicked the light on, wincing as the room brightened to a severe degree, his eyes needing time to adjust. He stood slowly, still so tired from the long drive there with the dogs on the way to Vancouver. He was supposed to be at Dante’s with Jensen and the gang that night, but exhaustion had claimed his body and forced him to bow out.
“Okay, okay,” he said quietly, shooing the dogs away from the door and unlocking and opening it. He was completely caught off guard when Jensen burst through the door and kicked it closed, eyes shining in an almost otherworldly fashion as he gripped Jared and shoved him up against the door, kissing him roughly and grinding against him. Jensen’s tongue was inside his mouth as soon as he gasped in shock, and Jared could taste hints of alcohol there. “Jensen, what the fuck?!” he asked breathlessly when Jensen moved to kiss his neck.
“God, you look hot,” Jensen said, completely ignoring the question, and Jared was suddenly aware that he was standing there in nothing but his boxers, having been asleep moments before. Jensen’s hands roamed over his bare skin, and he shivered involuntarily. “You feel hot, too.” There was a nip at his earlobe, his throat. “Fuck, Jared, I’m so hard, you have no idea.”
“I think I do,” Jared chuckled, grunting when Jensen shoved up against him to the point where it was almost painful, his body caught between Jensen and the door. He finally managed to get his hands between them and push Jensen away, taking in the slightly crazed look in his eyes. “What’s gotten into you?”
“I was on stage,” Jensen answered, giggling gleefully and moving in close again to nip at Jared’s lips, hands running up his torso. “God, it was amazing, Jay. You should’ve been there.”
“Thought I wouldn’t be seeing you till daylight,” Jared managed, Jensen pulling him close and nuzzling his jaw line. He closed his eyes at the sensation, light stubble scratching against his own.
“Wanted to come see you,” Jensen breathed, pulling back and giving Jared a dazzling smile, eyes sparkling around his blown pupils. “You missed it, man. I got up there, and I just sang, and I probably looked like a goddamn fool, but I didn’t even care! And the place was packed, and there was this crowd, and the band was just fuckin’ rockin’! I felt like a fuckin’ rockstar!” he said, voice rising, as he spread his arms and laughed loudly, body damn near vibrating with energy.
“Damn,” Jared said, unable to keep from grinning himself. “I’m sorry I missed it.” And wasn’t that the truth? He regretted not going even more now, wondering if he’d ever get the chance to see Jensen let loose that same way again. He moved past Jensen to the bed, flopping back down on it. “I’m proud of you, Jen. Really. I bet Chris was thrilled.”
“He was,” Jensen said, flopping down onto the bed next to him and crowding up close, the two of them facing each other on their sides. Jared heard the jingle of the dogs’ collars and looked back to see them lying back down by the door, their excitement downplayed at this hour of the night. “It was awesome.” Jared looked back at Jensen, not even inches from his face, that childish grin lighting up his face again. “I was on stage,” Jensen repeated, throwing a leg over Jared’s body and pulling him closer, grinding against him again. “I’m a rockstar,” he growled playfully, and Jared would’ve laughed if Jensen wasn’t rock hard against him, licking and sucking and biting at his throat.
“Jen,” Jared tried feebly, putting up little resistance, still feeling a bit of the exhaustion that he’d felt from the drive. “I was asleep.”
“I wanna fuck you,” Jensen whispered against his skin, bending his head to lick a stripe up Jared’s bare chest, and Jared shivered again. “Please, Jared.” He palmed Jared’s ass, rubbing harder against him and moaning, whimpering. “I’m so hard. I want you so bad. Just…let me.”
“Jensen,” Jared groaned, cock beginning to stir in his boxers. “Jen…” He broke off in a gasp when Jensen slipped his hand into the back of his boxers, fingers dipping into the crease and rubbing at his sensitive hole. He closed his eyes, biting his lip as he felt them slip in the wetness still there, Jensen suddenly freezing beside him, tension crackling in the air between them.
“You…” Jensen started, trailing off. He rubbed his fingers through the lube again, easily slipping the tip of one inside, and groaned loudly. “Oh, fuck, you did it. You fucked yourself when you got here, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice dangerously low. “Fingered yourself open?”
“Ye-Yeah,” Jared stuttered, shuddering and bucking, cheeks suddenly flushing hot. “Didn’t think you’d be here…” He was moved quickly, Jensen’s hand pulled away as he got up and shoved Jared roughly, turning him over onto his stomach and stripping his boxers away, palming his ass again and holding him open, just staring at him for a moment. Jared moaned, hardening against the sheets.
“Did you think of me?” Jensen asked, his voice dripping with lust, body settling over Jared’s, one hand trapped between them, fingers toying with Jared’s hole. “Were you thinking about me fucking you?”
“Yeah,” Jared gasped, pressing back against Jensen’s fingers. “Yeah, always.”
“Did you come?” Jensen moved his hand away, fitting it down between Jared’s body and the sheets, grabbing for his cock. Jared grunted and thrust forward, burying his face in the pillow beneath him. Jensen was already thrusting against his ass, panting heavily, denim rough on his skin. “Did you do it, Jay? Did you come all over yourself thinking of me fucking your tight little asshole?” Jared moaned helplessly, not used to Jensen being this forward, this turned on. “Fuck, tell me,” Jensen said, demanding and begging at the same time. “Tell me what you did.”
“I came,” Jared whispered, turning his head away from the pillow so he could speak, Jensen’s hand still tight around his dick. “I came. Wanted you inside me. Fuck.”
“Think you can do it again?” Jensen asked, and Jared’s cock twitched at the thought of round two with Jensen. “Jared…oh, God.” Jensen sounded so damn desperate, and he pulled his hand away from Jared’s cock, Jared able to feel him fumbling with his jeans and popping them open, shoving them down and away. He sucked in a breath when Jensen pulled himself free of his boxers, his naked cock suddenly riding the crease of Jared’s ass, slipping in the lube and feeling harder than he’d ever been, the tip already sticky wet. “Please,” Jensen begged, placing kisses along Jared’s spine. “Please, Jared, let me.” Jared wanted to laugh at the fact that Jensen was still even asking through his dominance, but, at the same time, he appreciated it, rewarding Jensen with an inviting push back against his cock. Jensen groaned and gripped the base of his cock, positioning himself.
Jared trembled at the feel of Jensen’s head pressing against his hole, anticipating the feeling of being filled that he’d been so desperate for just a few hours before. Then he opened up around Jensen on one hard thrust, his body still relaxed and slick but just tight enough to feel pleasurably stretched by Jensen’s hard cock buried inside of him. He closed his eyes, burying his face in the pillow again, and heard Jensen moan in relief and ecstasy, immediately pulling back to thrust back in again.
“So good,” Jensen murmured, kissing and biting at Jared’s shoulder blades and shoving in as far as he could, jarring Jared’s body. “So ready for me. Perfect,” another hard thrust and a moan, “You’re perfect.”
Jared could feel himself throbbing against the sheets, full and dripping pre-come, the silky smooth feeling a welcome stimulation and soothing contrast to the feel of Jensen’s jeans rubbing his thighs and ass raw as he fucked him, the zipper pressing into his skin. It was fast and rough, and not meant to last, Jensen’s desperate need to get off driving him quickly towards orgasm, moaning incessantly above him. Jared whimpered and thrust against the sheets, fingertips digging into the mattress.
“My…My dick,” he panted, reaching back for the hand that was now pressing bruises into his hip and dragging it forward. “Please touch my dick.” Jensen obliged him, once again pushing his hand down between Jared’s body in the sheets and wrapping strong fingers around his cock, giving him a tight ring to thrust into beneath the driving weight of his body.
“Jared,” Jensen said, his tone urgent, the word a warning. “Jared…” Jared twitched in Jensen’s hand, jolted by hard thrusts pressing inside of him just right, Jensen’s rhythm beginning to falter. He heard Jensen groan, felt stubble scrape between his shoulder blades before teeth nipped at the back of his neck, and suddenly Jensen was shoving in and coming, tense and shaking above him, hot streams of come flooding him.
Jensen’s breath was hitching in short, rushed gasps, slowly coming down off his high and relaxing into Jared’s body, Jared still hard in his grasp. He whimpered when Jared started moving again beneath him, but didn’t move to pull out just yet, and Jared worked his hips back and forth as well as he could, back onto Jensen’s half hard cock and forward into Jensen’s fist, needing to get off. It was a relief when he finally did, eyes rolling back and squeezing shut, constricting around Jensen and spilling over his fingers. Jensen let out a sharp cry, hips jerking before Jared’s own body calmed down and he softened more, pulling out gently.
“Wow,” Jensen breathed, rolling off of Jared and onto his back. Jared felt cool where air suddenly met sweaty skin. “That was…”
“Yeah,” he agreed, peeling himself away from the sticky sheets and looking over at Jensen, flushed and sweaty, spent dick hanging over damp boxers and opened jeans. He smiled and chuckled a little to himself. “Yeah, Jen, you’re a fuckin’ rockstar.” Jensen laughed lightly, flashing him a grin before hauling himself up out of bed. Jared watched as he stripped the rest of his clothes off and then wandered into the bathroom, returning with a wet rag to clean Jared off. Jared reached beneath himself and pulled the dirty sheet down and folded it over, then flopped onto his back and let Jensen clean him, sighing contentedly as the cloth wiped gently over his ass, his dick, his stomach, Jensen smiling down at him.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” Jensen said, leaning down for a quick kiss before getting up to dispose of the rag. He turned off the light and climbed back into bed soon after, gathering Jared up in his arms. “I missed you tonight.”
“Yeah, me too,” Jared said, curling into Jensen’s body. “Maybe next time, huh?”
“Yeah.” Jensen kissed his forehead, gently stroking along his back. “Go back to sleep.”
Jared snorted. It wasn’t as if his sleep had been mildly disturbed. He’d been jolted awake and then fucked into the mattress, sleep long forgotten. But Jensen’s command and soothing touches somehow brought him back to that place between life and dreams, and he was soon drifting off, Jensen’s warm body surrounding his own.