No Rest for the Wicked
Title: No Rest for the Wicked
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki / Jensen/Misha, J2, implied J2/Misha
Prompt: 042. Triangle.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,841
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hardcore smex. Threesome, sort of?
Summary: Trying to sleep while Jensen and Misha are in the same bed is pretty damn impossible.
Author's Notes: I don't know what happened. I've been in a ginormous writing slump, and then...there was this. Hopefully I'm getting my groove back?
Jared was asleep when the whispers started. He wasn’t quite sure how they woke him up, but they did, and he huffed in frustration. The whispers stopped for a second and then continued, hushed voices quietly blending words together. Not quietly enough.
“I’m trying to sleep,” Jared mumbled at them, aggravated. He just barely turned his head over his shoulder, catching the dark silhouettes out of the corner of his eye before laying his head back down on the pillow.
The whispers stopped again, for longer than a second, and Jared sighed, settling. Normally he’d be all for staying up and entertaining themselves in bed, but tonight he was exhausted. He’d actually worked longer hours today, wrapping after everyone else, and he was practically dead on his feet when he’d walked in the door. But sometimes Jensen and Misha were like teenagers at a slumber party, keeping each other up with talking and giggling, to the point that Jared half expected them to get into a pillow fight. At least they were quiet now, respecting his need for a full night’s rest.
Jared was nearly asleep again when he heard it. It was a quiet sound, but it was unmistakable, the crisp smack of lips against skin. They were Jensen’s lips, Jared knew, though he couldn’t say how. Though after so many years, he supposed it wasn’t a surprise. He heard Misha’s hushed whisper of Jensen’s name, almost scolding, underscored by that same sound but a bit quieter, wetter.
Jared gritted his teeth. He knew how Jensen could be at times like this. Bold, brash, insatiable. Jensen would push his limits in any way that he could, testing Jared’s mood, his patience. Though Jared supposed that Jensen might think he was already asleep.
There was a shifting of bodies on the mattress, a rustle of the sheets. Misha groaned. Jared tensed, his eyes squeezing painfully shut. He could kill these two for depriving him of what he needed most. He could hear Misha’s breathing, the way it sucked in sharp and then got heavier, hitching every so often in a quiet rhythm. He could hear the smooth, calculated movement of skin over skin, the incessant sound of Jensen’s lips sucking bruises into Misha’s skin. It was enough to know that Jensen was jerking Misha off, right there, behind him.
When the sounds suddenly stopped, Jared wasn’t sure what to think. He was caught between being furious and trying to ignore them, with a third option slowly creeping up on him. But then he felt movement on the bed, heard the sound of the little drawer in the nightstand sliding open, the familiar click of a cap being flipped. He knew what was happening even before the whispering started again. It was dark and lust-driven, hot words spilling from Jensen’s lips. Jared couldn’t make them out, but his body responded, temperature hiking up a few notches.
Misha moaned as the slick sound of fingers pushing into his body caught Jared’s ears and made his dick stiffen. He squeezed his eyes shut again, silently cursing Jensen Ackles and everything that made him so fucking irresistible. Thanks to the pornographic soundtrack, Jared could easily picture the scene in his mind, Jensen slightly flushed and hot, stirring Misha up, fingers spreading him open. Jared tried his best to control his breathing as his dick curved up over his belly, but he could hear the wet push and pull of the fingers sliding slowly in and out, making Misha whimper softly behind him. He heard the process slow even more as another finger squeezed into the tight opening, heard the sound of a deep kiss cutting off the noise Misha made as Jensen undoubtedly stroked over his prostate. Jared knew that sound. He knew that feeling. He willed himself to stay still and keep up the guise of sleeping even as he itched to touch himself, to turn around.
There was a wet sort of pop as Jensen’s fingers pulled free, the crinkling of a wrapper, the click of a lid again, and the sound of Jensen stroking his covered dick with lube. Then there was more movement, more shifting, a more hurried rustle of sheets. Jared felt breath on the back of his neck. That breath puffed out hot against him as Misha broke into a series of gasps, Jensen muffling a deep groan. Skin smoothed over skin, lips caressed it, Jensen’s husky voice whispering soothing words to Misha as he adjusted. Jared bit his lip to keep from groaning, knowing that feeling, too, Jensen’s thick cock pressing deep and hot inside his body. He could almost hear the words in his ear, feel Jensen’s hand sweeping over his chest, lips pressing over his neck, his shoulder.
Misha whispered Jensen’s name, and then there were the undeniable sounds of pleasure, both of them moaning, the rocking creak of repeated motion, the slip-slide of Jensen’s dick, the light smack of his hips against Misha’s body. Jared slowly reached for himself beneath the sheets, trying not to make it too obvious, swallowing a gasp as he wrapped a hand around his hard dick. He heard Misha quietly begging for more, then felt fingers accidentally swipe over his body before grabbing at the sheets just behind him, the material tightening under his back. The groan that accompanied the movement meant only one thing, and Jared could hear it, the sound of Jensen jacking Misha off as he fucked him.
Jared couldn’t help it. As slowly and carefully as possible, he lifted and turned his head more than before. His eyes were focused in the dark, the barest hint of moonlight shining through the bedroom window. He saw them both on their sides, Misha slightly pushed forward, eyes closed and mouth opened, Jensen pounding into him from behind. Jensen’s eyes were closed, too, and he licked a stripe up the back of Misha’s neck, his hand pulling Misha’s leg up for access, balls nice and tight as he thrust his dick into Misha’s ass. Jared strained and kept his eyes there for a moment on the sure, hard fucking, Jensen’s girth continuously forcing itself into Misha’s body, his hand gripping Misha’s dick and stroking hard. When he looked back up at Jensen’s face, his eyes were opened. He looked at Jared and caught him with a challenging stare, smirking and dragging his teeth over Misha’s neck.
Jared flushed hot and turned away. He settled his head back down on the pillow, but he didn’t bother to disguise the movement of his hand beneath the sheets now, just shy of thrusting into it. His breath hitched when Misha’s suddenly did, and then there was a rough push, a surprised gasp, a wild grunt, and the mattress shifted. Jared started and turned his head again, groaning and turning all the way over on his back when he saw what had happened, the change in position, Misha hauled up to his hands and knees as Jensen slammed into him from behind. There was no effort to be quiet now, Misha’s loud moans punched out of him as Jensen gripped his hips and pulled him back into his thrusts. It was hard and brutal, Jensen clearly trying to get his, and Misha couldn’t have loved it more. Jared arched and pushed up into his fist, legs kicking out and pushing the sheets way, hand furiously working his dick now. His chest was heaving as he watched, and then Jensen looked down at him with hooded eyes, a dark, mischievous smile curving his lips.
Misha was close, but not quite there, Jensen’s hands on his hips instead of his dick. But Jensen’s smile was flickering, and then it was gone, eyes closing as he shuddered and moaned. His hips stuttered, rhythm faltering, and then he was shoving forward, fingers digging into Misha’s body as he cried out, trembling through his orgasm. Jared’s grip tightened on his dick at the sight, and he moaned in sympathy. He watched as Jensen calmed and pulled out, panting.
Jensen discarded the condom and quickly turned Misha over, sliding down his body and taking his cock in his mouth. Jared and Misha both groaned, Misha’s hips held down by Jensen as he tried to lift them up off the bed. It didn’t take much, a practiced swipe of Jensen’s tongue and a few bobs of his head, and Misha was coming, fingers twisting in Jensen’s hair as Jensen took it and swallowed. Misha sagged into the bed as Jensen released him and tried to catch his breath. Jared watched when Jensen pulled off, soft, plush lips slowly letting Misha slip from his mouth, tongue passing over them.
Jensen crawled up Misha’s body then, gently kissing his lips and then resting half on top of him, head on his shoulder. He turned his head towards Jared and smirked again, lazier and sated, eyes glossy and tired. He reached a hand over and pulled Jared’s fingers free from his dick, replacing them with his own. Jared moaned, and Jensen softly shushed him, telling him to relax, soft whispered words that buzzed through Jared’s brain.
“Come on,” Jensen encouraged, shifting off of Misha’s body and partially onto Jared’s, kissing his neck, his shoulder. His grip tightened, and his palm moved easily over Jared’s dick with remnants of lube. Jared moaned and Jensen worked him faster, slowing to play his fingers softly over the head, swiping over the sticky slit. “Already wet,” Jensen said, moving his head down and letting his teeth graze over Jared’s nipple. “Almost there. Come on.”
Jared reached up to grab Jensen’s shoulders and held on, thrusting into Jensen’s fist. With his body burning and his chest heaving, he knew he was so damn close, knew Jensen didn’t need to do much more to get him off. Jensen moved his hand away, down, skirted over his balls. Jared gasped and gripped harder, a wave of pleasure running through him. And then Jensen’s fingers were circling his hole, pushing in, filling him up and making him arch and groan, toss his head back on the pillow. Jensen knew him too well, knew exactly where to go, where to crook his fingers and press, massage, send sparks throughout his body. Jensen laughed a little, right in his ear, quiet and dark, teasing him with it and with his next few words.
“Come on, sweetheart.”
Jared clenched around Jensen’s fingers and came, balls tight, body tense, dick rigid and twitching, spurting over his stomach. He gasped for breath and whimpered, Jensen kissing his shoulder and neck again, whispering gentle praise in his ear. It was a pain that quickly turned to pleasure, eventually turning to a satisfying fatigue. He closed his eyes as Jensen carefully pulled his fingers out. He was aware of more shifting, more movement, Jensen cleaning him off and then the three of them settling into bed again, this time with Jensen beside him. There was a kiss planted over his heart before Jensen lay down.
“Get some sleep.”
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki / Jensen/Misha, J2, implied J2/Misha
Prompt: 042. Triangle.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,841
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hardcore smex. Threesome, sort of?
Summary: Trying to sleep while Jensen and Misha are in the same bed is pretty damn impossible.
Author's Notes: I don't know what happened. I've been in a ginormous writing slump, and then...there was this. Hopefully I'm getting my groove back?
Jared was asleep when the whispers started. He wasn’t quite sure how they woke him up, but they did, and he huffed in frustration. The whispers stopped for a second and then continued, hushed voices quietly blending words together. Not quietly enough.
“I’m trying to sleep,” Jared mumbled at them, aggravated. He just barely turned his head over his shoulder, catching the dark silhouettes out of the corner of his eye before laying his head back down on the pillow.
The whispers stopped again, for longer than a second, and Jared sighed, settling. Normally he’d be all for staying up and entertaining themselves in bed, but tonight he was exhausted. He’d actually worked longer hours today, wrapping after everyone else, and he was practically dead on his feet when he’d walked in the door. But sometimes Jensen and Misha were like teenagers at a slumber party, keeping each other up with talking and giggling, to the point that Jared half expected them to get into a pillow fight. At least they were quiet now, respecting his need for a full night’s rest.
Jared was nearly asleep again when he heard it. It was a quiet sound, but it was unmistakable, the crisp smack of lips against skin. They were Jensen’s lips, Jared knew, though he couldn’t say how. Though after so many years, he supposed it wasn’t a surprise. He heard Misha’s hushed whisper of Jensen’s name, almost scolding, underscored by that same sound but a bit quieter, wetter.
Jared gritted his teeth. He knew how Jensen could be at times like this. Bold, brash, insatiable. Jensen would push his limits in any way that he could, testing Jared’s mood, his patience. Though Jared supposed that Jensen might think he was already asleep.
There was a shifting of bodies on the mattress, a rustle of the sheets. Misha groaned. Jared tensed, his eyes squeezing painfully shut. He could kill these two for depriving him of what he needed most. He could hear Misha’s breathing, the way it sucked in sharp and then got heavier, hitching every so often in a quiet rhythm. He could hear the smooth, calculated movement of skin over skin, the incessant sound of Jensen’s lips sucking bruises into Misha’s skin. It was enough to know that Jensen was jerking Misha off, right there, behind him.
When the sounds suddenly stopped, Jared wasn’t sure what to think. He was caught between being furious and trying to ignore them, with a third option slowly creeping up on him. But then he felt movement on the bed, heard the sound of the little drawer in the nightstand sliding open, the familiar click of a cap being flipped. He knew what was happening even before the whispering started again. It was dark and lust-driven, hot words spilling from Jensen’s lips. Jared couldn’t make them out, but his body responded, temperature hiking up a few notches.
Misha moaned as the slick sound of fingers pushing into his body caught Jared’s ears and made his dick stiffen. He squeezed his eyes shut again, silently cursing Jensen Ackles and everything that made him so fucking irresistible. Thanks to the pornographic soundtrack, Jared could easily picture the scene in his mind, Jensen slightly flushed and hot, stirring Misha up, fingers spreading him open. Jared tried his best to control his breathing as his dick curved up over his belly, but he could hear the wet push and pull of the fingers sliding slowly in and out, making Misha whimper softly behind him. He heard the process slow even more as another finger squeezed into the tight opening, heard the sound of a deep kiss cutting off the noise Misha made as Jensen undoubtedly stroked over his prostate. Jared knew that sound. He knew that feeling. He willed himself to stay still and keep up the guise of sleeping even as he itched to touch himself, to turn around.
There was a wet sort of pop as Jensen’s fingers pulled free, the crinkling of a wrapper, the click of a lid again, and the sound of Jensen stroking his covered dick with lube. Then there was more movement, more shifting, a more hurried rustle of sheets. Jared felt breath on the back of his neck. That breath puffed out hot against him as Misha broke into a series of gasps, Jensen muffling a deep groan. Skin smoothed over skin, lips caressed it, Jensen’s husky voice whispering soothing words to Misha as he adjusted. Jared bit his lip to keep from groaning, knowing that feeling, too, Jensen’s thick cock pressing deep and hot inside his body. He could almost hear the words in his ear, feel Jensen’s hand sweeping over his chest, lips pressing over his neck, his shoulder.
Misha whispered Jensen’s name, and then there were the undeniable sounds of pleasure, both of them moaning, the rocking creak of repeated motion, the slip-slide of Jensen’s dick, the light smack of his hips against Misha’s body. Jared slowly reached for himself beneath the sheets, trying not to make it too obvious, swallowing a gasp as he wrapped a hand around his hard dick. He heard Misha quietly begging for more, then felt fingers accidentally swipe over his body before grabbing at the sheets just behind him, the material tightening under his back. The groan that accompanied the movement meant only one thing, and Jared could hear it, the sound of Jensen jacking Misha off as he fucked him.
Jared couldn’t help it. As slowly and carefully as possible, he lifted and turned his head more than before. His eyes were focused in the dark, the barest hint of moonlight shining through the bedroom window. He saw them both on their sides, Misha slightly pushed forward, eyes closed and mouth opened, Jensen pounding into him from behind. Jensen’s eyes were closed, too, and he licked a stripe up the back of Misha’s neck, his hand pulling Misha’s leg up for access, balls nice and tight as he thrust his dick into Misha’s ass. Jared strained and kept his eyes there for a moment on the sure, hard fucking, Jensen’s girth continuously forcing itself into Misha’s body, his hand gripping Misha’s dick and stroking hard. When he looked back up at Jensen’s face, his eyes were opened. He looked at Jared and caught him with a challenging stare, smirking and dragging his teeth over Misha’s neck.
Jared flushed hot and turned away. He settled his head back down on the pillow, but he didn’t bother to disguise the movement of his hand beneath the sheets now, just shy of thrusting into it. His breath hitched when Misha’s suddenly did, and then there was a rough push, a surprised gasp, a wild grunt, and the mattress shifted. Jared started and turned his head again, groaning and turning all the way over on his back when he saw what had happened, the change in position, Misha hauled up to his hands and knees as Jensen slammed into him from behind. There was no effort to be quiet now, Misha’s loud moans punched out of him as Jensen gripped his hips and pulled him back into his thrusts. It was hard and brutal, Jensen clearly trying to get his, and Misha couldn’t have loved it more. Jared arched and pushed up into his fist, legs kicking out and pushing the sheets way, hand furiously working his dick now. His chest was heaving as he watched, and then Jensen looked down at him with hooded eyes, a dark, mischievous smile curving his lips.
Misha was close, but not quite there, Jensen’s hands on his hips instead of his dick. But Jensen’s smile was flickering, and then it was gone, eyes closing as he shuddered and moaned. His hips stuttered, rhythm faltering, and then he was shoving forward, fingers digging into Misha’s body as he cried out, trembling through his orgasm. Jared’s grip tightened on his dick at the sight, and he moaned in sympathy. He watched as Jensen calmed and pulled out, panting.
Jensen discarded the condom and quickly turned Misha over, sliding down his body and taking his cock in his mouth. Jared and Misha both groaned, Misha’s hips held down by Jensen as he tried to lift them up off the bed. It didn’t take much, a practiced swipe of Jensen’s tongue and a few bobs of his head, and Misha was coming, fingers twisting in Jensen’s hair as Jensen took it and swallowed. Misha sagged into the bed as Jensen released him and tried to catch his breath. Jared watched when Jensen pulled off, soft, plush lips slowly letting Misha slip from his mouth, tongue passing over them.
Jensen crawled up Misha’s body then, gently kissing his lips and then resting half on top of him, head on his shoulder. He turned his head towards Jared and smirked again, lazier and sated, eyes glossy and tired. He reached a hand over and pulled Jared’s fingers free from his dick, replacing them with his own. Jared moaned, and Jensen softly shushed him, telling him to relax, soft whispered words that buzzed through Jared’s brain.
“Come on,” Jensen encouraged, shifting off of Misha’s body and partially onto Jared’s, kissing his neck, his shoulder. His grip tightened, and his palm moved easily over Jared’s dick with remnants of lube. Jared moaned and Jensen worked him faster, slowing to play his fingers softly over the head, swiping over the sticky slit. “Already wet,” Jensen said, moving his head down and letting his teeth graze over Jared’s nipple. “Almost there. Come on.”
Jared reached up to grab Jensen’s shoulders and held on, thrusting into Jensen’s fist. With his body burning and his chest heaving, he knew he was so damn close, knew Jensen didn’t need to do much more to get him off. Jensen moved his hand away, down, skirted over his balls. Jared gasped and gripped harder, a wave of pleasure running through him. And then Jensen’s fingers were circling his hole, pushing in, filling him up and making him arch and groan, toss his head back on the pillow. Jensen knew him too well, knew exactly where to go, where to crook his fingers and press, massage, send sparks throughout his body. Jensen laughed a little, right in his ear, quiet and dark, teasing him with it and with his next few words.
“Come on, sweetheart.”
Jared clenched around Jensen’s fingers and came, balls tight, body tense, dick rigid and twitching, spurting over his stomach. He gasped for breath and whimpered, Jensen kissing his shoulder and neck again, whispering gentle praise in his ear. It was a pain that quickly turned to pleasure, eventually turning to a satisfying fatigue. He closed his eyes as Jensen carefully pulled his fingers out. He was aware of more shifting, more movement, Jensen cleaning him off and then the three of them settling into bed again, this time with Jensen beside him. There was a kiss planted over his heart before Jensen lay down.
“Get some sleep.”