FIC: Made For This (CW RPF, Jared/Jensen/Danneel, NC-17)
And for the last of my ficlets that some very, very generous people donated for at help_haiti, we have some CW RPF for fahrbot. She requested established Jared/Jensen/Danneel, which I like to think is because she likes to make me happy. :D
Made For This
CW RPF. 1,500 words. NC-17. Jared/Jensen/Danneel.
Most of the time Jared and Jensen come back from the set together. It's just more convenient for everyone that way, not to mention more economical in a situation where sometimes they're trying to save every buck they can. But it doesn't work out that way today, with its extra setups and reshoots, and Jared ends up going home a full two hours before Jensen can even think about leaving.
Jensen figures Jared'll probably sleeping by the time he gets in, so he can get up at some obscene hour to run with his dogs, but there's a light on and not just the one they leave on by the door.
"Jared?" he says as he toes off his boots and heads up the hallway. "You still up?"
"In here," he calls from the den, then there's a female laugh and Jensen knows he's not alone in there. "Danneel?"
"If you have to ask that question," she says, "then something's gone very wrong with this arrangement."
"What are you even doing here?" he says as he finally finds them tangled up on the sofa watching the game they'd recorded earlier. "I didn't know you were coming."
"I was going to surprise you," she says, aiming a piece of popcorn at Jared's mouth as she does, "but then I got here and no one was home. I thought you said you were going to have an early night."
"Yeah, that was the plan," he says, throwing his jacket over a chair and toeing his socks off too. "But when do things on set ever go entirely according to plan? So who's winning?"
"Cowboys!" says Jared, throwing his arms up in the air and still managing to catch the next piece of popcorn Danneel throws at him.
"You're happy about that?" says Jensen, making room for himself between them.
"We have a bet," says Danneel. "Which he's currently winning, but the score's close, so he hasn't won yet."
"You know you can look the score up, right?" says Jensen, but the both look at him like he's missed the entire point so he lets it go. "So what's the bet?"
"My team wins, and he bottoms," she says. "His team wins and you do."
"Wait, what?" says Jensen. "How is my ass at stake here when I just got home?"
"More fun that way," says Danneel, pulling him in for a kiss. And when she puts it that way, it doesn't seem like such a bad idea after all. It doesn't seem like a bad idea in general.
By the time the Cowboys do win the game, they're all half undressed already and in a bit of a tangle.
"So, bedroom?" says Jared, but Danneel shakes her head. "Bathroom? Kitchen? Not the garage again, I got grease stains on my favorite shirt last time and even my dry cleaner couldn't get them out."
"I'm not going anywhere," she says, stretching her arms up above her head just as Jensen was going to slip her bra straps down her arms. "This is what carpeting is for."
"This is not what carpeting is for," says Jensen, but he finds it hard to argue beyond that when Jared gets her bra undone and it starts to slip off. "So did the two of you make an entire game plan while I was still busy on set?"
"I thought we did," says Jared pointedly, but Danneel just smiles at him and drops her bra on the floor with the rest of her clothes. "I still won the bet, though."
"I think Jensen's just fine with that," she says, stroking his ass and then giving it a light smack to get him off the couch and onto the floor. "It's kind of like he won too."
Jensen gives her a wry look, but she's not entirely wrong about that. "As long as I get a taste of one of you, it's a win," he says. "I'm just not entirely sure which one of you it's going to be tonight."
Danneel and Jared look at one another, and there's an impromptu round of rock paper scissors behind his back. Apparently Jared's on a winning streak. Depending on your point of view, of course.
"It's just as well," he says in Jensen's ear. "Danneel's strap-on is in the bedroom anyway, and apparently it's been declared that we're not going anywhere."
Jensen is going to blame his inevitable rug burn on both of them.
The truth is that he gets reasonably regular sex with Jared already, because Danneel can't be here as often as any of them would like, but it's still different when she is, when Jared's showing off for her by fingering him while sucking him off and he can see Danneel's fingers working against her clit as she watches.
"Enough," he says, his voice a little ragged, reaching up to touch her. "Jared...."
"Got it," says Jared, his mouth already gone and his fingers following a moment later. Jensen is totally smooth as he flips over and grabs Danneel's hips and his mouth is on her before she can even get her fingers out of the way, licking them clean too.
"Oh," she breaths, falling back on her elbows, legs spread for him. She draws a knee up and he rests a cheek against her inner thigh as Jared comes back and begins to push into him, big and hard and, even after all this time, always a little unexpected. When he's comfortable again, or at least certain he's not going to inadvertently clamp down with his teeth, he starts licking at Danneel even as Jared starts slowly fucking into him, one hand on his leg and the other bracing himself on the floor.
Jensen can't talk and Jared is reduced to pants and grunts, but Danneel keeps up the dialogue for all of them, "yes" and "right there" and "harder" and "just like that" and a whole lot of "oh god, yes, yes" over and over again. When she says "harder" Jared takes that as an instruction too, beginning to move a little faster, go a little deeper, get more confident in his thrusts.
Jensen lifts his head for just a moment and says, "Jared, I need you to--" because there's no way he's rubbing off against this carpet without getting rug burn in a very uncomfortable place, but Jared gets him before he even finishes the sentence, getting a hand around his cock while Jensen's hips move back against him.
Jensen breathes a sigh of relief and goes right back to what he was doing, sucking at Danneel's clit, letting his teeth graze against it and, when he thinks she's getting right to the brink, slowing down and moving to press his tongue inside her again. Still, Danneel is the one who comes first, and her fingers clutch at the back of his head to keep him from moving away as he licks and sucks her right through it.
When she comes back down Jensen is more lazy about it, mostly kissing as his attention is almost entirely on the two cocks in the equation, Jared's which is pressing hard inside him, angling just right to set off sparks in Jensen's groin, and his own which is right on the cusp of coming.
"Jared, Jared," he says, pressing his cheek to Danneel's thigh again, and Jared runs his thumb over the head, slick with pre-come, and Jensen just erupts right there, unable to hold back for so much as another second. Jared's hand moves away almost too quickly, but only to grip Jensen's hip as he gasps as drives inside and just grinds against him as he comes.
Jensen is breathless and boneless and he just aches suddenly as everything catches up with him. Danneel peels herself away first, stroking his hair gently as she does, and Jared slips out of him a moment later, though he too doesn't seem to be able to move much further for a little while until the need to take care of the condom overtakes his need to catch his breath.
"Next time we're taking this to the bedroom," says Jensen finally, rubbing his sore elbows then just rolling over onto his back, exhausted. "I'm too old for this."
"Come on, old man," says Danneel, offering him a hand to get up off the floor while Jared nudges at his shoulders from behind. "If you play your cards right, next time can be right now."
And Jensen has to admit that, all things considered, maybe he isn't that tired after all.
Made For This
CW RPF. 1,500 words. NC-17. Jared/Jensen/Danneel.
Most of the time Jared and Jensen come back from the set together. It's just more convenient for everyone that way, not to mention more economical in a situation where sometimes they're trying to save every buck they can. But it doesn't work out that way today, with its extra setups and reshoots, and Jared ends up going home a full two hours before Jensen can even think about leaving.
Jensen figures Jared'll probably sleeping by the time he gets in, so he can get up at some obscene hour to run with his dogs, but there's a light on and not just the one they leave on by the door.
"Jared?" he says as he toes off his boots and heads up the hallway. "You still up?"
"In here," he calls from the den, then there's a female laugh and Jensen knows he's not alone in there. "Danneel?"
"If you have to ask that question," she says, "then something's gone very wrong with this arrangement."
"What are you even doing here?" he says as he finally finds them tangled up on the sofa watching the game they'd recorded earlier. "I didn't know you were coming."
"I was going to surprise you," she says, aiming a piece of popcorn at Jared's mouth as she does, "but then I got here and no one was home. I thought you said you were going to have an early night."
"Yeah, that was the plan," he says, throwing his jacket over a chair and toeing his socks off too. "But when do things on set ever go entirely according to plan? So who's winning?"
"Cowboys!" says Jared, throwing his arms up in the air and still managing to catch the next piece of popcorn Danneel throws at him.
"You're happy about that?" says Jensen, making room for himself between them.
"We have a bet," says Danneel. "Which he's currently winning, but the score's close, so he hasn't won yet."
"You know you can look the score up, right?" says Jensen, but the both look at him like he's missed the entire point so he lets it go. "So what's the bet?"
"My team wins, and he bottoms," she says. "His team wins and you do."
"Wait, what?" says Jensen. "How is my ass at stake here when I just got home?"
"More fun that way," says Danneel, pulling him in for a kiss. And when she puts it that way, it doesn't seem like such a bad idea after all. It doesn't seem like a bad idea in general.
By the time the Cowboys do win the game, they're all half undressed already and in a bit of a tangle.
"So, bedroom?" says Jared, but Danneel shakes her head. "Bathroom? Kitchen? Not the garage again, I got grease stains on my favorite shirt last time and even my dry cleaner couldn't get them out."
"I'm not going anywhere," she says, stretching her arms up above her head just as Jensen was going to slip her bra straps down her arms. "This is what carpeting is for."
"This is not what carpeting is for," says Jensen, but he finds it hard to argue beyond that when Jared gets her bra undone and it starts to slip off. "So did the two of you make an entire game plan while I was still busy on set?"
"I thought we did," says Jared pointedly, but Danneel just smiles at him and drops her bra on the floor with the rest of her clothes. "I still won the bet, though."
"I think Jensen's just fine with that," she says, stroking his ass and then giving it a light smack to get him off the couch and onto the floor. "It's kind of like he won too."
Jensen gives her a wry look, but she's not entirely wrong about that. "As long as I get a taste of one of you, it's a win," he says. "I'm just not entirely sure which one of you it's going to be tonight."
Danneel and Jared look at one another, and there's an impromptu round of rock paper scissors behind his back. Apparently Jared's on a winning streak. Depending on your point of view, of course.
"It's just as well," he says in Jensen's ear. "Danneel's strap-on is in the bedroom anyway, and apparently it's been declared that we're not going anywhere."
Jensen is going to blame his inevitable rug burn on both of them.
The truth is that he gets reasonably regular sex with Jared already, because Danneel can't be here as often as any of them would like, but it's still different when she is, when Jared's showing off for her by fingering him while sucking him off and he can see Danneel's fingers working against her clit as she watches.
"Enough," he says, his voice a little ragged, reaching up to touch her. "Jared...."
"Got it," says Jared, his mouth already gone and his fingers following a moment later. Jensen is totally smooth as he flips over and grabs Danneel's hips and his mouth is on her before she can even get her fingers out of the way, licking them clean too.
"Oh," she breaths, falling back on her elbows, legs spread for him. She draws a knee up and he rests a cheek against her inner thigh as Jared comes back and begins to push into him, big and hard and, even after all this time, always a little unexpected. When he's comfortable again, or at least certain he's not going to inadvertently clamp down with his teeth, he starts licking at Danneel even as Jared starts slowly fucking into him, one hand on his leg and the other bracing himself on the floor.
Jensen can't talk and Jared is reduced to pants and grunts, but Danneel keeps up the dialogue for all of them, "yes" and "right there" and "harder" and "just like that" and a whole lot of "oh god, yes, yes" over and over again. When she says "harder" Jared takes that as an instruction too, beginning to move a little faster, go a little deeper, get more confident in his thrusts.
Jensen lifts his head for just a moment and says, "Jared, I need you to--" because there's no way he's rubbing off against this carpet without getting rug burn in a very uncomfortable place, but Jared gets him before he even finishes the sentence, getting a hand around his cock while Jensen's hips move back against him.
Jensen breathes a sigh of relief and goes right back to what he was doing, sucking at Danneel's clit, letting his teeth graze against it and, when he thinks she's getting right to the brink, slowing down and moving to press his tongue inside her again. Still, Danneel is the one who comes first, and her fingers clutch at the back of his head to keep him from moving away as he licks and sucks her right through it.
When she comes back down Jensen is more lazy about it, mostly kissing as his attention is almost entirely on the two cocks in the equation, Jared's which is pressing hard inside him, angling just right to set off sparks in Jensen's groin, and his own which is right on the cusp of coming.
"Jared, Jared," he says, pressing his cheek to Danneel's thigh again, and Jared runs his thumb over the head, slick with pre-come, and Jensen just erupts right there, unable to hold back for so much as another second. Jared's hand moves away almost too quickly, but only to grip Jensen's hip as he gasps as drives inside and just grinds against him as he comes.
Jensen is breathless and boneless and he just aches suddenly as everything catches up with him. Danneel peels herself away first, stroking his hair gently as she does, and Jared slips out of him a moment later, though he too doesn't seem to be able to move much further for a little while until the need to take care of the condom overtakes his need to catch his breath.
"Next time we're taking this to the bedroom," says Jensen finally, rubbing his sore elbows then just rolling over onto his back, exhausted. "I'm too old for this."
"Come on, old man," says Danneel, offering him a hand to get up off the floor while Jared nudges at his shoulders from behind. "If you play your cards right, next time can be right now."
And Jensen has to admit that, all things considered, maybe he isn't that tired after all.