Intense (NC-17)
Title: Intense
Author: danse_amore
Rating/Pairing: NC-17, Jared/Jensen, Sam/Dean
Wordcount: 2,708
Spoilers: Scarecrow
Summary: Jensen gets a little too in character.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not yet, at least.
The day's shooting was intense. Jensen was shaking, by the end of it, with exhaustion and with emotion. Jared watched him from the sidelines as they shot the last few close-ups, listening to the rasp of Dean's throat, the hitch in his voice that said that he should be crying, needed to cry, would never cry because Sammy needed him to be strong.
Jared shook his head, more in wonder than anything else. Jensen Ackles was amazing. He'd gotten to know him extremely well over the last few months of shooting, and if there was one thing Jensen wasn't, it was Dean Winchester. His shy costar got flustered in interviews, blushed at the screams of his fangirls, barely ever even mentioned his sex life. But just a simple shrug into that black jacket, and...BAM. Dean Winchester in the flesh, oozing self-confidence and pheromones.
"That's a wrap." Called Kim, and Jensen slumped. Jared crossed immediately, ignoring his own weariness to sling an arm around Jensen's shoulders. "You okay, man?"
Green eyes met his, clouded and distant. "Yeah." He said, his voice low and desperate. Not his voice. Dean's. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said again, trying to put some reassurance into the words.
But Jared was having none of it. He steered and supported Jensen all the way to the makeup trailer, babbling cheerfully about this and that. When they were stripped of their paint, he caught Jensen's shoulder. "You wanna play some games or something? It's not that late, and you seem like you could stand to wind down a bit."
Jensen shook his head. "No, thanks. I just...need to sleep, Jare."
"Yeah, okay, but...I worry about you, you know. You're...intense." That was an understatement. "You throw yourself into the role...almost too much.You don't need to take Dean's problems on yourself." He shook his head. "You're an incredible actor, Jen. Amazing. I don't understand how you can so instantly be Dean like that. It's almost..."
Jensen raised an eyebrow. "Supernatural?" He suggested, and they both laughed.
Jensen subsided into a grin, and it was purely Jensen, the traces of Dean gone until he needed them again. Jared couldn't help but smile his widest, goofiest smile, to see his friend alright again.
"Thanks, man." Jensen reached over and patted Jared's chest, above his heart. "For the compliment, and the worry."
He walked away, and Jared watched him go, savoring the warm memory of Jensen's hand on his chest.
**
Jensen woke up far too early the next morning, rubbing his grainy eyes. He rolled out of bed, stumbling and squinting his way to the makeup trailer - squinting especially at one Jared Padalecki. How the hell did the kid manage to look so good this early? He was stuffing his face, unsurprisingly, with whatever sugary crap the makeup girls had brought him today. He had them wrapped around his little finger. They thrilled at the sound of his full-throated laugh, but then, so did Jensen. And the smile. And the hands...but everyone swooned for Jared, at least a little. It didn't mean anything.
The intense shooting days didn't seem to be drawing to a close, unfortunately, and later that day Jensen looked at Jared, no, Dean looked and Sam and Jared was Sam, so Sam that he forced Jensen to be more and more Dean, and these were the easiest scenes, the scenes where the lines flowing straight from the hearts of the characters.
"What made you change your mind?" Asks Dean, trying to keep his voice light, trying to hide how much the answer might mean. But Sam just looks at him, his eyes seeing straight through the deception, and answers honestly. "I didn't. I still want to find Dad...and you're still a pain in the ass. But Mom and Jess are dead, and Dad is who-knows-where, and that just leaves you and me. So, uh." He paused. "Whatever we're going to do, we do together."
Jensen knows the line by heart, the sarcastic, "Hold me, Sammy, that's beautiful," but he also knows that that's exactly what Dean longs for, to be held and to hold the only thing he has left in the world, the thing that, today, he nearly lost because of his own stupid issues, and so he doesn't say them. He leans over and pulls his whole world into his arms.
It isn't gentle, or tender. Nothing Dean Winchester does is tender. It's abrupt and awkward and his teeth graze Sam's ear. "Don't you ever leave me again, Sammy." The whisper is unplanned, not loud enough for the cameras to pick up, because the cameras don't matter, nothing matters except Sam and Dean and that little breathy sound that Sam makes at the nickname, how had he never heard that before? and then Dean is tipping Sam's face towards him and capturing his lips, shoving all the emotion that he could never put into words into his brother's mouth, he needs him, needs Sam, needs to protect him and hold him and save him and love him and he pours it all into his touch, into his tongue, tangled with Sam's, into his fingers as they dance up Sam's sides, and -
"CUT!! Jensen, what the fuck?"
Shocked, Jensen climbed off of Jared, who's mouth hung open, pink and violated, his eyes huge. "Oh, God." Groaned Jensen, horrified with himself. "Fuck, Jare, I'm so sorry, I..." He didn't know what to say, didn't know how to tell them that it hadn't been him, hadn't been his erection against Jared's hips, hadn't been his teeth clashing with his best friend's...oh God. He turned and fled, ashamed and scared and aching with someone else's need.
Jared stared after him, a long finger tracing his lips. He hadn't moved, sprawled as he was across the seat of the Impala. Kim walked over to him. "Listen, kid. Both of you have been really great lately, excellent work, and there have been responding script changes. This intense pace isn't gonna let up, not for a while yet, so whatever's going on with you two - "
"There's nothing going on." Said Jared, finally looking at him. Not that he hadn't...well. That would have to end. It was obvious from Jensen's horrified reaction, his immediate disgust, that this was a one time thing. It would be hard to let go of, a thousand times harder now he knew how fucking good his friend tasted. "I'll go talk to him."
Kim narrowed his eyes. "Do that. And don't come back until you've resolved whatever it isn't."
Jared found Jensen in his trailer, still in his Dean clothes, though he'd shed the jacket. He was huddled on the couch, a blanket around his shoulders, silent.
Jared approached, careful to stand about five feet away. It would be a while before he could get any closer without jumping Jen's bones. "Hey." He said quietly.
"Hey." Said Jen.
"Um, so..." Jared realized he had no idea what to say. He'd dreamt of this moment so many times....well, certainly not this moment. The one a bit before this, with Jensen's mouth on his and Jensen's hand working it's way up under his shirt. This was the opposite of that moment. He hated this moment. Hated how awkward it was...it was never awkward with Jensen, not Jensen, who'd skipped straight past the timid getting-to-know-you stage and settled firmly into people-you-treasure-most, or maybe people-who-are-too-fucking-hot-for-their-own-good. Both, Jared decided, and cleared his throat. "Are...are you okay?"
Jensen looked up at him. "Are you?" And Jared opened his mouth to say yes, of course, but his hands were shaking and if there was one person on the planet who could tell when Jared was about to fall apart, it was Jensen, so he closed his mouth and tore his eyes away.
"That wasn't me." Jensen finally said. "Back there. It was Dean. He needs Sam, Jare, needs him to understand how much he needs him. He's fucked a hundred women in a hundred small towns but Sam's the only one who makes him feel. "
Jared bit his lip. "You're telling me that back there, that wasn't you kissing me, it was Dean kissing Sam and Sam kissing Dean?"
Jensen nodded, almost eager, and Jared knew that this was the part where he laughed and commented about how "Man, these characters we play are pretty fucked up guys, huh?" and then things would be a little awkward for a few weeks and then Jensen would forget about it and the kiss would be Jared's own private torment, to dream and ache and cry about.
Jensen looked up at his friend nervously, hoping to hell that he believed him, that he'd chalk it up to method acting and characters that had been through way too much. He was hoping beyond hope that Jared couldn't see that it wasn't Dean who'd been touching himself, before Jared arrived, pushing towards a desperate release, that it wasn't Sam's hand he'd imagined circling his straining cock but Jared's, and Jared's voice and Jared's grin and the wet heat of Jared's mouth.
His friend knelt by the couch, bringing him down to Jensen's level, and looked him in the eyes. "Bullshit." He said. Jensen blinked at him, and opened his mouth, but the look in Jared's eyes made him close it immediately again, a little short of breath. "Because maybe at the beginning, it was, maybe the initial push but fff..." He faltered, but firmed his jaw. "F-for me, at the end, I wasn't Sam, and I wasn't kissing Dean. I was me. Kissing you." A touch of madcap mischief ghosted across his nervous lips. "And holy fuck, Smeckles, it was hot."
Jensen stiffened, in more ways than one, at those hoarsely murmured words. He knew his friend was right. But he'd always thought it was the latent Dean in him, the fuck-anything-that-moves predator, that made him stare appreciatively at Jared's bare chest, that made him snake his arm around Jared a little lower than might be prudent in public, his hand barely resting on his ass. And Jared was...well, he was more than anything-that-moves, that was sure. The last thing Jen wanted to do was make Jare into prey, to devour him and leave in the morning. Well, no. The last thing he wanted to do was leave in the morning. The devouring part was fine. Far beyond fine, in fact.
His eyes glazed a bit, his mind awash with images, and he started when Jared stood. His friend's face in profile was so miserable that something in Jensen's heart broke with a snap! of fear and worry and protective instinct.
"Fuck. I'm sorry, Jen, that....I crossed a line. Shouldn't...I'll just go. 'M glad...you're okay."Jared spoke in a low monotone, his voice so un-Jared-like that Jen had to fight to hear it as words, and it took too long to make any sense of them because they made no fucking sense, and Jared was halfway out the trailer door before Jen understood.
Jared paused in the doorway, eyes blurry with unshed tears. He could barely see with the image of Jensen's poleaxed face hovering in his mind's eye, ready to collapse into disgust, or worse, laughter.
Fuck fuck fuck. He'd ruined everything, pushed away the best friend he'd ever had because he couldn't keep his mouth shut. He'd had chances to make it all okay, chances to laugh it off and forget about it, and he'd thrown them away because of his stupid aversion to lying to those he loved.
Those he loved. Maybe it would be better for Jensen to laugh. Then one of them would be happy, at least for a few minutes.
"Jared?"
He froze, and started to turn when there was suddenly a hand on the nape of his neck and he was pulled down into those perfect, pouting lips, and this wasn't like kissing Dean at all, this was kissing Jensen, soft and a little hesitant and so sweet that Jared would swear off candy forever if it meant he could kiss these lips every morning in the makeup trailer instead.
Jensen pulled back and looked him in the eyes. "You're an idiot." He said, with such fondness that Jared thought he'd melt. "And I'm an idiot." Jared opened his mouth to deny it but Jen's hand was over his mouth and he was shoved back against the wall and maybe there was a little Dean in Jen's eyes but all that meant was that Sam groaned with him when Jen thrust a leg between his. Jen removed his hand to undo the buttons of Sam's shirt, and Jay took the opportunity to lean forward and capture those lips again, ravaging that mouth, sucking Jen's tongue and then Jen's hand was pulling his head away, slamming him back against the wall. Jared blinked, surprised, and then let out a little involuntary moan at his best friend's eyes, an emerald ring around gaping pupils wide with lust. "You were right. " Breathed Jensen, nuzzling his way to Jared's ear. "We are so..." He nibbled the lobe, making Jared gasp, and kissing his way down his jawline. "..fucking..." His tongue slid, feather light and teasing, along the curve of Jared's neck. "...hot." And his mouth descended on Jared's pulse point, biting and sucking and licking and Jared almost exploded right there from the pressure and the tongue and the Jensen...
But he'll be damned if he comes before he's given some pleasure to the beautiful man currently attached to his neck. Jensen's only warning is the bunching of those lovely muscles under his hands and then he's spun, the positions reversed, and he's shoved against the wall. Jared catches his hands and pins them above his head, pulling Jensen bodily up to his toes, and Jen's legs clamp around Jared's hips, purely out of necessity, of course, and they're moving cock to cock, Jared's voice vibrating against Jensen's chest.
"Do you know how many times Dean's been strung up like this, shirtless and tied or handcuffed or belted or otherwise...restrained? Do you know how many takes I must have ruined just staring, hoping those stupid jeans were hiding my reaction, hoping that no one would notice my obvious, overwhelming urge to kiss every inch of your skin, to grab you and fuck you senseless, to do this - ?" He twisted his hips and Jen keened, high in his throat, squirming and bucking for more contact and friction. Jared's next words were a moan. "If there's one thing that gets me, Jen, it's seeing you helpless."
"Please..." Jensen gasped, struggling against Jared's hands. "Please, God, Jare..!"
Jared brought his best friend's wrists together above his head, holding them there with one hand, and teasingly circled one of Jen's aching nipples through his shirt with the other. "What is it, Jenny? Where d'you want my hand? Here, perhaps?" He tweaked the nipple and shivered at Jensen's answering groan. He moved his hand downward, playing with the invisible trail of hair, right to the edge of Jen's pants. There he stopped. "Here? Is this good?"
"F-fuck you, bitch!" Gasped Jensen, squirming in a way that made Jared's breathing speed up even more, and he pushed inside Jen's pants and boxers in one quick motion. Jen's cock was like velvet against his palm, softer and yet harder than anything he'd ever felt, and he ran his fingers over it in amazement, feeling the length of it, and it only took a few strokes before Jensen was screaming his name and thrusting against him, long streams of come coating his fingers and staining Dean's pants. Jen shuddered in his arms, and Jared brought his hand up to touch his face, make sure he was real. As soon as his fingers came within reach, Jensen dove on them, his tongue skillfully flicking between his fingers, nibbling and sucking his hand clean of his own come and the sensation was enough to send Jared, too, over the edge. He saw stars, and shook them out of his head to find that his legs had given out, collapsing under both of them, and they were collapsed in a tangle of limbs on the floor of Jensen's trailer.
Jen crawled over to curl into Jared's chest. He looked up, a grin breaking out, that perfect, crinkle-eyed Jensen grin, and reached up to run his fingers through Jared's hair. "Hold me, Sam." He whispered. "That was beautiful."
Author: danse_amore
Rating/Pairing: NC-17, Jared/Jensen, Sam/Dean
Wordcount: 2,708
Spoilers: Scarecrow
Summary: Jensen gets a little too in character.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not yet, at least.
The day's shooting was intense. Jensen was shaking, by the end of it, with exhaustion and with emotion. Jared watched him from the sidelines as they shot the last few close-ups, listening to the rasp of Dean's throat, the hitch in his voice that said that he should be crying, needed to cry, would never cry because Sammy needed him to be strong.
Jared shook his head, more in wonder than anything else. Jensen Ackles was amazing. He'd gotten to know him extremely well over the last few months of shooting, and if there was one thing Jensen wasn't, it was Dean Winchester. His shy costar got flustered in interviews, blushed at the screams of his fangirls, barely ever even mentioned his sex life. But just a simple shrug into that black jacket, and...BAM. Dean Winchester in the flesh, oozing self-confidence and pheromones.
"That's a wrap." Called Kim, and Jensen slumped. Jared crossed immediately, ignoring his own weariness to sling an arm around Jensen's shoulders. "You okay, man?"
Green eyes met his, clouded and distant. "Yeah." He said, his voice low and desperate. Not his voice. Dean's. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said again, trying to put some reassurance into the words.
But Jared was having none of it. He steered and supported Jensen all the way to the makeup trailer, babbling cheerfully about this and that. When they were stripped of their paint, he caught Jensen's shoulder. "You wanna play some games or something? It's not that late, and you seem like you could stand to wind down a bit."
Jensen shook his head. "No, thanks. I just...need to sleep, Jare."
"Yeah, okay, but...I worry about you, you know. You're...intense." That was an understatement. "You throw yourself into the role...almost too much.You don't need to take Dean's problems on yourself." He shook his head. "You're an incredible actor, Jen. Amazing. I don't understand how you can so instantly be Dean like that. It's almost..."
Jensen raised an eyebrow. "Supernatural?" He suggested, and they both laughed.
Jensen subsided into a grin, and it was purely Jensen, the traces of Dean gone until he needed them again. Jared couldn't help but smile his widest, goofiest smile, to see his friend alright again.
"Thanks, man." Jensen reached over and patted Jared's chest, above his heart. "For the compliment, and the worry."
He walked away, and Jared watched him go, savoring the warm memory of Jensen's hand on his chest.
**
Jensen woke up far too early the next morning, rubbing his grainy eyes. He rolled out of bed, stumbling and squinting his way to the makeup trailer - squinting especially at one Jared Padalecki. How the hell did the kid manage to look so good this early? He was stuffing his face, unsurprisingly, with whatever sugary crap the makeup girls had brought him today. He had them wrapped around his little finger. They thrilled at the sound of his full-throated laugh, but then, so did Jensen. And the smile. And the hands...but everyone swooned for Jared, at least a little. It didn't mean anything.
The intense shooting days didn't seem to be drawing to a close, unfortunately, and later that day Jensen looked at Jared, no, Dean looked and Sam and Jared was Sam, so Sam that he forced Jensen to be more and more Dean, and these were the easiest scenes, the scenes where the lines flowing straight from the hearts of the characters.
"What made you change your mind?" Asks Dean, trying to keep his voice light, trying to hide how much the answer might mean. But Sam just looks at him, his eyes seeing straight through the deception, and answers honestly. "I didn't. I still want to find Dad...and you're still a pain in the ass. But Mom and Jess are dead, and Dad is who-knows-where, and that just leaves you and me. So, uh." He paused. "Whatever we're going to do, we do together."
Jensen knows the line by heart, the sarcastic, "Hold me, Sammy, that's beautiful," but he also knows that that's exactly what Dean longs for, to be held and to hold the only thing he has left in the world, the thing that, today, he nearly lost because of his own stupid issues, and so he doesn't say them. He leans over and pulls his whole world into his arms.
It isn't gentle, or tender. Nothing Dean Winchester does is tender. It's abrupt and awkward and his teeth graze Sam's ear. "Don't you ever leave me again, Sammy." The whisper is unplanned, not loud enough for the cameras to pick up, because the cameras don't matter, nothing matters except Sam and Dean and that little breathy sound that Sam makes at the nickname, how had he never heard that before? and then Dean is tipping Sam's face towards him and capturing his lips, shoving all the emotion that he could never put into words into his brother's mouth, he needs him, needs Sam, needs to protect him and hold him and save him and love him and he pours it all into his touch, into his tongue, tangled with Sam's, into his fingers as they dance up Sam's sides, and -
"CUT!! Jensen, what the fuck?"
Shocked, Jensen climbed off of Jared, who's mouth hung open, pink and violated, his eyes huge. "Oh, God." Groaned Jensen, horrified with himself. "Fuck, Jare, I'm so sorry, I..." He didn't know what to say, didn't know how to tell them that it hadn't been him, hadn't been his erection against Jared's hips, hadn't been his teeth clashing with his best friend's...oh God. He turned and fled, ashamed and scared and aching with someone else's need.
Jared stared after him, a long finger tracing his lips. He hadn't moved, sprawled as he was across the seat of the Impala. Kim walked over to him. "Listen, kid. Both of you have been really great lately, excellent work, and there have been responding script changes. This intense pace isn't gonna let up, not for a while yet, so whatever's going on with you two - "
"There's nothing going on." Said Jared, finally looking at him. Not that he hadn't...well. That would have to end. It was obvious from Jensen's horrified reaction, his immediate disgust, that this was a one time thing. It would be hard to let go of, a thousand times harder now he knew how fucking good his friend tasted. "I'll go talk to him."
Kim narrowed his eyes. "Do that. And don't come back until you've resolved whatever it isn't."
Jared found Jensen in his trailer, still in his Dean clothes, though he'd shed the jacket. He was huddled on the couch, a blanket around his shoulders, silent.
Jared approached, careful to stand about five feet away. It would be a while before he could get any closer without jumping Jen's bones. "Hey." He said quietly.
"Hey." Said Jen.
"Um, so..." Jared realized he had no idea what to say. He'd dreamt of this moment so many times....well, certainly not this moment. The one a bit before this, with Jensen's mouth on his and Jensen's hand working it's way up under his shirt. This was the opposite of that moment. He hated this moment. Hated how awkward it was...it was never awkward with Jensen, not Jensen, who'd skipped straight past the timid getting-to-know-you stage and settled firmly into people-you-treasure-most, or maybe people-who-are-too-fucking-hot-for-their-own-good. Both, Jared decided, and cleared his throat. "Are...are you okay?"
Jensen looked up at him. "Are you?" And Jared opened his mouth to say yes, of course, but his hands were shaking and if there was one person on the planet who could tell when Jared was about to fall apart, it was Jensen, so he closed his mouth and tore his eyes away.
"That wasn't me." Jensen finally said. "Back there. It was Dean. He needs Sam, Jare, needs him to understand how much he needs him. He's fucked a hundred women in a hundred small towns but Sam's the only one who makes him feel. "
Jared bit his lip. "You're telling me that back there, that wasn't you kissing me, it was Dean kissing Sam and Sam kissing Dean?"
Jensen nodded, almost eager, and Jared knew that this was the part where he laughed and commented about how "Man, these characters we play are pretty fucked up guys, huh?" and then things would be a little awkward for a few weeks and then Jensen would forget about it and the kiss would be Jared's own private torment, to dream and ache and cry about.
Jensen looked up at his friend nervously, hoping to hell that he believed him, that he'd chalk it up to method acting and characters that had been through way too much. He was hoping beyond hope that Jared couldn't see that it wasn't Dean who'd been touching himself, before Jared arrived, pushing towards a desperate release, that it wasn't Sam's hand he'd imagined circling his straining cock but Jared's, and Jared's voice and Jared's grin and the wet heat of Jared's mouth.
His friend knelt by the couch, bringing him down to Jensen's level, and looked him in the eyes. "Bullshit." He said. Jensen blinked at him, and opened his mouth, but the look in Jared's eyes made him close it immediately again, a little short of breath. "Because maybe at the beginning, it was, maybe the initial push but fff..." He faltered, but firmed his jaw. "F-for me, at the end, I wasn't Sam, and I wasn't kissing Dean. I was me. Kissing you." A touch of madcap mischief ghosted across his nervous lips. "And holy fuck, Smeckles, it was hot."
Jensen stiffened, in more ways than one, at those hoarsely murmured words. He knew his friend was right. But he'd always thought it was the latent Dean in him, the fuck-anything-that-moves predator, that made him stare appreciatively at Jared's bare chest, that made him snake his arm around Jared a little lower than might be prudent in public, his hand barely resting on his ass. And Jared was...well, he was more than anything-that-moves, that was sure. The last thing Jen wanted to do was make Jare into prey, to devour him and leave in the morning. Well, no. The last thing he wanted to do was leave in the morning. The devouring part was fine. Far beyond fine, in fact.
His eyes glazed a bit, his mind awash with images, and he started when Jared stood. His friend's face in profile was so miserable that something in Jensen's heart broke with a snap! of fear and worry and protective instinct.
"Fuck. I'm sorry, Jen, that....I crossed a line. Shouldn't...I'll just go. 'M glad...you're okay."Jared spoke in a low monotone, his voice so un-Jared-like that Jen had to fight to hear it as words, and it took too long to make any sense of them because they made no fucking sense, and Jared was halfway out the trailer door before Jen understood.
Jared paused in the doorway, eyes blurry with unshed tears. He could barely see with the image of Jensen's poleaxed face hovering in his mind's eye, ready to collapse into disgust, or worse, laughter.
Fuck fuck fuck. He'd ruined everything, pushed away the best friend he'd ever had because he couldn't keep his mouth shut. He'd had chances to make it all okay, chances to laugh it off and forget about it, and he'd thrown them away because of his stupid aversion to lying to those he loved.
Those he loved. Maybe it would be better for Jensen to laugh. Then one of them would be happy, at least for a few minutes.
"Jared?"
He froze, and started to turn when there was suddenly a hand on the nape of his neck and he was pulled down into those perfect, pouting lips, and this wasn't like kissing Dean at all, this was kissing Jensen, soft and a little hesitant and so sweet that Jared would swear off candy forever if it meant he could kiss these lips every morning in the makeup trailer instead.
Jensen pulled back and looked him in the eyes. "You're an idiot." He said, with such fondness that Jared thought he'd melt. "And I'm an idiot." Jared opened his mouth to deny it but Jen's hand was over his mouth and he was shoved back against the wall and maybe there was a little Dean in Jen's eyes but all that meant was that Sam groaned with him when Jen thrust a leg between his. Jen removed his hand to undo the buttons of Sam's shirt, and Jay took the opportunity to lean forward and capture those lips again, ravaging that mouth, sucking Jen's tongue and then Jen's hand was pulling his head away, slamming him back against the wall. Jared blinked, surprised, and then let out a little involuntary moan at his best friend's eyes, an emerald ring around gaping pupils wide with lust. "You were right. " Breathed Jensen, nuzzling his way to Jared's ear. "We are so..." He nibbled the lobe, making Jared gasp, and kissing his way down his jawline. "..fucking..." His tongue slid, feather light and teasing, along the curve of Jared's neck. "...hot." And his mouth descended on Jared's pulse point, biting and sucking and licking and Jared almost exploded right there from the pressure and the tongue and the Jensen...
But he'll be damned if he comes before he's given some pleasure to the beautiful man currently attached to his neck. Jensen's only warning is the bunching of those lovely muscles under his hands and then he's spun, the positions reversed, and he's shoved against the wall. Jared catches his hands and pins them above his head, pulling Jensen bodily up to his toes, and Jen's legs clamp around Jared's hips, purely out of necessity, of course, and they're moving cock to cock, Jared's voice vibrating against Jensen's chest.
"Do you know how many times Dean's been strung up like this, shirtless and tied or handcuffed or belted or otherwise...restrained? Do you know how many takes I must have ruined just staring, hoping those stupid jeans were hiding my reaction, hoping that no one would notice my obvious, overwhelming urge to kiss every inch of your skin, to grab you and fuck you senseless, to do this - ?" He twisted his hips and Jen keened, high in his throat, squirming and bucking for more contact and friction. Jared's next words were a moan. "If there's one thing that gets me, Jen, it's seeing you helpless."
"Please..." Jensen gasped, struggling against Jared's hands. "Please, God, Jare..!"
Jared brought his best friend's wrists together above his head, holding them there with one hand, and teasingly circled one of Jen's aching nipples through his shirt with the other. "What is it, Jenny? Where d'you want my hand? Here, perhaps?" He tweaked the nipple and shivered at Jensen's answering groan. He moved his hand downward, playing with the invisible trail of hair, right to the edge of Jen's pants. There he stopped. "Here? Is this good?"
"F-fuck you, bitch!" Gasped Jensen, squirming in a way that made Jared's breathing speed up even more, and he pushed inside Jen's pants and boxers in one quick motion. Jen's cock was like velvet against his palm, softer and yet harder than anything he'd ever felt, and he ran his fingers over it in amazement, feeling the length of it, and it only took a few strokes before Jensen was screaming his name and thrusting against him, long streams of come coating his fingers and staining Dean's pants. Jen shuddered in his arms, and Jared brought his hand up to touch his face, make sure he was real. As soon as his fingers came within reach, Jensen dove on them, his tongue skillfully flicking between his fingers, nibbling and sucking his hand clean of his own come and the sensation was enough to send Jared, too, over the edge. He saw stars, and shook them out of his head to find that his legs had given out, collapsing under both of them, and they were collapsed in a tangle of limbs on the floor of Jensen's trailer.
Jen crawled over to curl into Jared's chest. He looked up, a grin breaking out, that perfect, crinkle-eyed Jensen grin, and reached up to run his fingers through Jared's hair. "Hold me, Sam." He whispered. "That was beautiful."