Fic: Indecent Concealment
Sooo...Turns out I couldn't sleep yet, so I finished this. Now I'm posting, and going to sleep. Night night. x
Title: Indecent Concealment
Author: eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS AU.
Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17.
Wordcount: 1710.
Summary: Jensen is NOT letting Jared go out like that. No way.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
Notes: bflyw made a yummy manip of Jared from this 'verse, and pretty much prompted me into writing the following! This fic is part of my New Year's Resolution to write one fic per week of at least 1000 words, and the first fic for Slashday Sunday - part of Evil's Weekly Schedule™.
Jensen and Jared have an understanding. Have had it, in fact, since the moment they moved in together. Jared doesn't like doing laundry, will do everything he can to avoid it - including sexual favors, feigning illness and taking extra shifts at the bar - and doesn't mind wearing dirty clothes if he has to. Which means Jensen does the laundry and Jared, more often than not, does the chores he does enjoy. Like cooking, cleaning (licking spaghetti sauce off Jensen's mouth counts) and blowing his boyfriend in the shower before he goes to work so he always arrives in a good mood. Jensen's been at work for eleven days straight so far and when he gets home the most he wants to do is eat, help with the dishes, and then take a shower and crash. He asked Jared, real nice, at the beginning of the week if he would do the laundry. Just this once. Just this week.
Jared pretended not to hear him.
But now Jensen's searching for something to wear to go grocery shopping (Jared's other most hated chore) because he finally has a day off, after two weeks, and he can't find anything more than one pair of jeans and a thick sweater. It's not exactly cold out and he was hoping for shorts. He doesn't want to layer up in this heat. He's rummaging through the laundry basket when Jared comes into the bathroom, wearing a pale green t-shirt, faded with wear, and a pair of jeans that Jensen hasn't seen before. One that is actually more holes than denim. Jensen doesn't see how it's physically possible for so little cloth to hold Jared in place, but it is. Just.
"What are they?" he asks, pointing.
Jared looks down. "My warm weather jeans. Air-conditioned and everything."
"Are you intending to go out like that?"
"It's the only clean pair I have." Jared elbows him gently out of the way and reaches for his toothbrush.
"Sure it is. Because, you ass, I told you to do some laundry five days ago."
Jared shrugs, squeezes some toothpaste out onto his brush. "Forgot."
"Don't give me that. Jay, I can see your damned balls in those jeans. Which means everybody else will."
"They shouldn't be looking at my balls," Jared tells him.
Jensen eyes his boyfriend. "I don't think they'll be able to help it. Look, I have to go grocery shopping." At that, Jared grimaces and makes a noise of displeasure. "So unless you want to do that instead, you'll let me borrow your t-shirt to go with these jeans and while I'm out, you'll do the washing."
"Bitch, bitch," Jared mutters. "How about I go out and do the shopping?"
"Like that?"
"Yeah. What's wrong with these jeans? They feel like an old friend."
"Do all your old friends cling onto your dick in a death grip, scared to let go in case they fall?" At the look on Jared's face, Jensen shakes his head. "Don't answer that. You're not going out like that, I'm not going to let you. I don't want the whole world ogling you."
"They ogle me at the beach," Jared argues.
"Different. Just... Don't. Okay?"
Jared brushes his teeth for a minute, making Jensen wait. Then he spits out toothpaste and licks his lips. "Would it make you jealous?"
"Jared..."
The other man doesn't listen, instead he heads out of the bathroom and towards the door where his boots are sat. He's just bending down to pick them up when Jensen grabs him, fingers tight around his belt as he yanks him backward away from the door. He knows that Jared was only teasing by how easily he comes, by the low chuckle as he lets Jensen tug him into the living room. He knows, but he doesn't care. He pushes Jared back onto the couch and pins him there, a leg either side of his. Jared just stretches his arms above his head and lifts his hips up slightly.
"Ohh," he says, his tone mocking. "It would make you jealous, huh?"
Jensen leans down, until their faces are inches apart, and nods. "Maybe. I should be the only one who's allowed to see you like this. I should be the only one who's allowed to know what your jeans are just barely keeping covered."
Jared smirks, downright dirty, and Jensen closes the distance between them. Jared's mouth opens the moment he moves and as his tongue slides in Jared's hand slips down Jensen's naked back and under the waist of his jeans. Jensen goes with the move, pressing down into the heat between Jared's legs. They kiss lazily, cocks rubbing together through...well, not enough denim, in Jensen's opinion, but that's a good thing right now. He gets his hand between them and picks at the few threads that are straining to hold the crotch of Jared's jeans together. Jared squeezes his ass in encouragement and he gets his fingers around his boyfriend's dick - easily accessed through the gaping holes - stroking him through his underwear.
"You gonna finish this, Ackles?" Jared asks, nudging Jensen's mouth away from his.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Thought you might be teasing me as a punishment..."
"I could, but I haven't done anything wrong. And if I don't get you off, who'll get me off?"
"Mm... Good point."
Jensen doesn't need to unbutton the fly of Jared's jeans to get his dick free, that's how ragged they are, but he does anyway. They fall open and Jared lifts his hips and helps Jensen with pulling both his underwear and jeans out of the way. Jensen quickly wraps his hand back around Jared's dick, wanting him hard. It doesn't take too long; it never does. Jared's horny pretty much twenty-four-seven.
"Get your jeans off," Jared tells him. Jensen does as he's told, taking his underwear down with them. Jared stays on the couch, his own pants around his thighs and his t-shirt pushed up above his stomach. Nearly every inch of skin that Jensen can see is tattooed, the shading and colors seeming to change as Jared shifts and moves to pull Jensen down against him. He barely has any skin left to be inked, but the small patches that are still clear will soon be filled. Jensen knows he's going to go visit Eric real soon. He thinks he might go along too, since he has a hell of a lot more space on his body than Jared does. Jared pushes up again, pulling Jensen down to speak into his ear. "We haven't fucked in nearly two weeks," he murmurs.
"I know. Hospital's been real busy."
"No hospital today, right?"
"You're not going to get out of laundry-"
"We'll make it quick then." And Jared reaches down, feels around in the gap under the couch and finds the KY he dropped there the last time they were fooling around here. "Bingo."
"What, you're an old lady now? You get a line?"
Jared just waves the small bottle at Jensen and grins. "Grease me up, sweetcheeks."
"You call me sweetcheeks again, babe, and you ain't getting laid for another two weeks."
"Yeah, like you can resist me."
Jensen shakes his head, but takes the KY off Jared anyway. Preparing for this just turns them both on even more, Jared giving out happy moans as Jensen's hand wraps wetly around his cock and slicks him up. When he's ready, and Jensen's ready, they switch places. Jensen winds up on his back on the couch, knees up around his shoulders as Jared grips onto one of his legs and pushes into him.
Jared's still mostly dressed, and Jensen's completely naked, and it makes the whole thing seem somehow dirtier. His belt buckle chinks with each thrust, the hem of his t-shirt brushes against Jensen's cock, and it goes like that until Jensen can't take it any more and pulls Jared down with a hand at the back of his neck, right into a messy, filthy-hot kiss. It breaks apart every time Jared pulls back, then a split second later it's back as they crash together once more.
Then Jared's hand curls tight around Jensen's dick and he loses it, yanks away from Jared's mouth and tips his head back, breath coming short as he shakes and moans. Jared loves it, laughs quietly as Jensen comes over his own skin, his cock twitching in Jared's hand as his eagle tattoo is spattered with it. Jared doesn't stop, either, taking everything out of Jensen that he possibly can before he lets go of him. Jensen relaxes his legs, resting one against the back of the couch, the other against Jared's shoulder. He feels like he's done, and Jared stills for a second, makes a noise as he comes too. Jensen can feel the warm rush inside, and he grins up at Jared, fucked and happy.
They laugh together, the sound low and intimate, and Jared tells him that he looks beautiful right now.
"You used to tell me I looked beautiful all the time."
"You still do. I just don't want you getting cocky about it, okay?"
"You just look..like a bad, bad man."
"Bad to the bone, sweetcheeks."
Jensen rolls his eyes, but lets it go. "Mm. You need to move, before we glue together."
"Yeah, yeah. Just savoring it for a moment first. I love the way you feel."
"My leg's going to sleep."
"Really? Bastard." Jared pulls out, brings a hand up to rub at Jensen's leg. "I'll move."
"Move towards the kitchen."
"Why? We gonna do it in there next?"
"No, wiseass," Jensen replies, sitting himself up. "That's where the washing machine is. Don't think you can just screw me and make me forget."
"You know what I think?"
Jensen knows exactly what he thinks. He's lived with him long enough to know. "We're not staying naked just so that you don't have to do laundry."
Jared huffs out a breath, but gets up and starts heading for the bathroom and the laundry basket. "Fine. Don't come crying to me when your nice white doctor's coat suddenly turns out to be pink."
Jensen pauses, one hand on his jeans. Jared wouldn't do that.
Would he?
end
(Psst, check the last entry for a pdf download of Born To Be Wild!)
Title: Indecent Concealment
Author: eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS AU.
Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17.
Wordcount: 1710.
Summary: Jensen is NOT letting Jared go out like that. No way.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
Notes: bflyw made a yummy manip of Jared from this 'verse, and pretty much prompted me into writing the following! This fic is part of my New Year's Resolution to write one fic per week of at least 1000 words, and the first fic for Slashday Sunday - part of Evil's Weekly Schedule™.
Jensen and Jared have an understanding. Have had it, in fact, since the moment they moved in together. Jared doesn't like doing laundry, will do everything he can to avoid it - including sexual favors, feigning illness and taking extra shifts at the bar - and doesn't mind wearing dirty clothes if he has to. Which means Jensen does the laundry and Jared, more often than not, does the chores he does enjoy. Like cooking, cleaning (licking spaghetti sauce off Jensen's mouth counts) and blowing his boyfriend in the shower before he goes to work so he always arrives in a good mood. Jensen's been at work for eleven days straight so far and when he gets home the most he wants to do is eat, help with the dishes, and then take a shower and crash. He asked Jared, real nice, at the beginning of the week if he would do the laundry. Just this once. Just this week.
Jared pretended not to hear him.
But now Jensen's searching for something to wear to go grocery shopping (Jared's other most hated chore) because he finally has a day off, after two weeks, and he can't find anything more than one pair of jeans and a thick sweater. It's not exactly cold out and he was hoping for shorts. He doesn't want to layer up in this heat. He's rummaging through the laundry basket when Jared comes into the bathroom, wearing a pale green t-shirt, faded with wear, and a pair of jeans that Jensen hasn't seen before. One that is actually more holes than denim. Jensen doesn't see how it's physically possible for so little cloth to hold Jared in place, but it is. Just.
"What are they?" he asks, pointing.
Jared looks down. "My warm weather jeans. Air-conditioned and everything."
"Are you intending to go out like that?"
"It's the only clean pair I have." Jared elbows him gently out of the way and reaches for his toothbrush.
"Sure it is. Because, you ass, I told you to do some laundry five days ago."
Jared shrugs, squeezes some toothpaste out onto his brush. "Forgot."
"Don't give me that. Jay, I can see your damned balls in those jeans. Which means everybody else will."
"They shouldn't be looking at my balls," Jared tells him.
Jensen eyes his boyfriend. "I don't think they'll be able to help it. Look, I have to go grocery shopping." At that, Jared grimaces and makes a noise of displeasure. "So unless you want to do that instead, you'll let me borrow your t-shirt to go with these jeans and while I'm out, you'll do the washing."
"Bitch, bitch," Jared mutters. "How about I go out and do the shopping?"
"Like that?"
"Yeah. What's wrong with these jeans? They feel like an old friend."
"Do all your old friends cling onto your dick in a death grip, scared to let go in case they fall?" At the look on Jared's face, Jensen shakes his head. "Don't answer that. You're not going out like that, I'm not going to let you. I don't want the whole world ogling you."
"They ogle me at the beach," Jared argues.
"Different. Just... Don't. Okay?"
Jared brushes his teeth for a minute, making Jensen wait. Then he spits out toothpaste and licks his lips. "Would it make you jealous?"
"Jared..."
The other man doesn't listen, instead he heads out of the bathroom and towards the door where his boots are sat. He's just bending down to pick them up when Jensen grabs him, fingers tight around his belt as he yanks him backward away from the door. He knows that Jared was only teasing by how easily he comes, by the low chuckle as he lets Jensen tug him into the living room. He knows, but he doesn't care. He pushes Jared back onto the couch and pins him there, a leg either side of his. Jared just stretches his arms above his head and lifts his hips up slightly.
"Ohh," he says, his tone mocking. "It would make you jealous, huh?"
Jensen leans down, until their faces are inches apart, and nods. "Maybe. I should be the only one who's allowed to see you like this. I should be the only one who's allowed to know what your jeans are just barely keeping covered."
Jared smirks, downright dirty, and Jensen closes the distance between them. Jared's mouth opens the moment he moves and as his tongue slides in Jared's hand slips down Jensen's naked back and under the waist of his jeans. Jensen goes with the move, pressing down into the heat between Jared's legs. They kiss lazily, cocks rubbing together through...well, not enough denim, in Jensen's opinion, but that's a good thing right now. He gets his hand between them and picks at the few threads that are straining to hold the crotch of Jared's jeans together. Jared squeezes his ass in encouragement and he gets his fingers around his boyfriend's dick - easily accessed through the gaping holes - stroking him through his underwear.
"You gonna finish this, Ackles?" Jared asks, nudging Jensen's mouth away from his.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Thought you might be teasing me as a punishment..."
"I could, but I haven't done anything wrong. And if I don't get you off, who'll get me off?"
"Mm... Good point."
Jensen doesn't need to unbutton the fly of Jared's jeans to get his dick free, that's how ragged they are, but he does anyway. They fall open and Jared lifts his hips and helps Jensen with pulling both his underwear and jeans out of the way. Jensen quickly wraps his hand back around Jared's dick, wanting him hard. It doesn't take too long; it never does. Jared's horny pretty much twenty-four-seven.
"Get your jeans off," Jared tells him. Jensen does as he's told, taking his underwear down with them. Jared stays on the couch, his own pants around his thighs and his t-shirt pushed up above his stomach. Nearly every inch of skin that Jensen can see is tattooed, the shading and colors seeming to change as Jared shifts and moves to pull Jensen down against him. He barely has any skin left to be inked, but the small patches that are still clear will soon be filled. Jensen knows he's going to go visit Eric real soon. He thinks he might go along too, since he has a hell of a lot more space on his body than Jared does. Jared pushes up again, pulling Jensen down to speak into his ear. "We haven't fucked in nearly two weeks," he murmurs.
"I know. Hospital's been real busy."
"No hospital today, right?"
"You're not going to get out of laundry-"
"We'll make it quick then." And Jared reaches down, feels around in the gap under the couch and finds the KY he dropped there the last time they were fooling around here. "Bingo."
"What, you're an old lady now? You get a line?"
Jared just waves the small bottle at Jensen and grins. "Grease me up, sweetcheeks."
"You call me sweetcheeks again, babe, and you ain't getting laid for another two weeks."
"Yeah, like you can resist me."
Jensen shakes his head, but takes the KY off Jared anyway. Preparing for this just turns them both on even more, Jared giving out happy moans as Jensen's hand wraps wetly around his cock and slicks him up. When he's ready, and Jensen's ready, they switch places. Jensen winds up on his back on the couch, knees up around his shoulders as Jared grips onto one of his legs and pushes into him.
Jared's still mostly dressed, and Jensen's completely naked, and it makes the whole thing seem somehow dirtier. His belt buckle chinks with each thrust, the hem of his t-shirt brushes against Jensen's cock, and it goes like that until Jensen can't take it any more and pulls Jared down with a hand at the back of his neck, right into a messy, filthy-hot kiss. It breaks apart every time Jared pulls back, then a split second later it's back as they crash together once more.
Then Jared's hand curls tight around Jensen's dick and he loses it, yanks away from Jared's mouth and tips his head back, breath coming short as he shakes and moans. Jared loves it, laughs quietly as Jensen comes over his own skin, his cock twitching in Jared's hand as his eagle tattoo is spattered with it. Jared doesn't stop, either, taking everything out of Jensen that he possibly can before he lets go of him. Jensen relaxes his legs, resting one against the back of the couch, the other against Jared's shoulder. He feels like he's done, and Jared stills for a second, makes a noise as he comes too. Jensen can feel the warm rush inside, and he grins up at Jared, fucked and happy.
They laugh together, the sound low and intimate, and Jared tells him that he looks beautiful right now.
"You used to tell me I looked beautiful all the time."
"You still do. I just don't want you getting cocky about it, okay?"
"You just look..like a bad, bad man."
"Bad to the bone, sweetcheeks."
Jensen rolls his eyes, but lets it go. "Mm. You need to move, before we glue together."
"Yeah, yeah. Just savoring it for a moment first. I love the way you feel."
"My leg's going to sleep."
"Really? Bastard." Jared pulls out, brings a hand up to rub at Jensen's leg. "I'll move."
"Move towards the kitchen."
"Why? We gonna do it in there next?"
"No, wiseass," Jensen replies, sitting himself up. "That's where the washing machine is. Don't think you can just screw me and make me forget."
"You know what I think?"
Jensen knows exactly what he thinks. He's lived with him long enough to know. "We're not staying naked just so that you don't have to do laundry."
Jared huffs out a breath, but gets up and starts heading for the bathroom and the laundry basket. "Fine. Don't come crying to me when your nice white doctor's coat suddenly turns out to be pink."
Jensen pauses, one hand on his jeans. Jared wouldn't do that.
Would he?
end
(Psst, check the last entry for a pdf download of Born To Be Wild!)