Fic: RPS (Jared/Jensen): Twink | NC-17 | 3965 words
Title: Twink
Author: dragonspell
Series: RPS
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pr0nz
Summary: Don't get him wrong. He likes his body well enough. It's just when he's standing next to a Greek god day after day, what is he supposed to think?
Word Count: 3965
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
Don’t get him wrong. He likes his body well enough. Sure, it’s not perfect, but really, what kind of narcissistic bastard would think that about themselves? It works out for him and while, yeah, he’s not too overly thrilled with the bow legs or the freckles, he can live them. There’s not much he can do about his legs but as for the freckles, well that’s what make-up’s for, after all. On certain days, he kind of wishes he could be more cut but when push comes to shove and you’re faced with grueling hours at the gym for minimal reward or curling up on the couch with a good book? Yeah, there’s really no contest, is there? He likes being active as much as the next guy but you just have to draw the line somewhere.
Besides, at the gym, there’s always people watching. It’s easier now, living with Jared with a home gym in the garage, but that doesn’t mean that Jensen’s gotten over the whole creep-factor workout machines inspire in him. All he really has to do lately is just so much as glance at a Stairmaster and a line of shivers starts crawling down his spine. He can just feel the non-existent eyes.
He’d much rather diet and yeah, he’s been on enough of those, too. Back when he was seventeen, the thought about going on a diet was hysterically funny, especially after he’d eaten an entire pizza and two boxes of Oreos but yet didn’t gain a pound and was still hungry. Now…not so funny.
Jensen stares ahead at the mirror like it’s personally insulted him instead of just telling him the cold, hard truth. He’s not fat, not by any means and he knows that. He just wishes that, eventually his body would have…bulked up? Oh, sure, it was fine to look like a twink back when he was a teenager-okay not fine, but acceptable-but now? Jesus H. Christ. If Jensen didn’t get a regular five o’clock shadow so easily, people would still consider him underage. Wasn’t fucking fair. At least, yeah, he had the beard growth even if it was a pain in the ass for the make-up girls, so thank God for small favors.
He flexes an arm, staring at how the muscle of his bicep curls. He could stand to put on a few pounds, really. It was just too bad the kind of extra pounds he needed weren’t of the “eating a few extra cheeseburgers” variety.
Jensen really didn’t have a problem with his body. Truth be told, he kind of liked it-even his stupid bow legs and freckles that invited all sorts of colorful comments and speculation about his personal life (he still didn’t understand what exactly went on in some people’s minds. Seriously). No, he just had a problem with his body when it was stacked up against one certain Jared Padalecki.
When they’d started doing the show, they’d been about the same build and while, yeah there was a four year age difference that meant that maybe Jensen shouldn’t have been looking just as scrawny as Jared but hey. It was tolerable. That was before the kid discovered he actually liked working out (freak). Before Jared started spending all of his free time in the gym, buffing up and well, looking really freaking hot.
Jensen hadn’t noticed much at first-wardrobe always layered them with so many shirts and hoodies and jackets on the set and Jared favored baggy clothes anyway, it was kind of impossible to tell, really, but after awhile, he just couldn’t ignore it anymore. Especially when Jared started getting…a lot more free with himself? Kid’d started lifting up his shirt and Jensen started getting all flushed and then came that damn towel scene.
Jensen’d just about choked when he read that one in the script, let alone seeing it in real-life.
Still, thank God for it, though, because it’d been the one where Jared’d finally realized that more than just fangirls had been appreciating all his hard work. Jared had cornered Jensen and held him against a wall until Jensen had fucking melted in the face of all that muscle and begged Jared to fuck him. Which had led to said fucking against aforementioned wall.
Jensen shivers. He still likes that memory. A lot.
But, however, there was still the problem at hand: Jared was a fucking Greek god nowadays and Jensen was only slightly less twinky than he’d been when he was on Days of Our Lives. How was this fair? What was even less fair was the fact that Jensen was usually stuck eating salad while Jared gorged himself on candy. Seriously. Jensen stares at his decidedly unmuscular (compared to Jared) chest and sighed knowing that even resolving to go to the gym wouldn’t help.
One, he wouldn’t go anyway and two, it was just way too late. Damn Sera and Eric for catering to the damn fangirls, anyway. Like they weren’t rabid enough. Jensen glares at his own reflection. He’d tried talking them out of the scene, convincing them that it really wasn’t good for Dean’s image to be seen without all of his layers but it really hadn’t helped. No, next week, he was due to be filmed shirtless. Again.
He hadn’t wanted to come out and say “twink” but he’d hinted around it and they had told him it was fine. “It’ll be great,” Eric had said. Douchebag.
“You’ll do fine,” Sera had said. Bitch.
It wouldn’t be so damn bad if only for one little hitch. After all, Jensen liked his body and hell, he’d been filmed shirtless before. It was just the fact that he’d never been filmed shirtless standing next to a damn Greek god, before.
“Fuck,” Jensen says, scrubbing at his face with his hands. Wasn’t this just how it always worked? Jensen was a fairly good looking guy, he knew that, he wasn’t stupid. He was even kind of impressive, standing at just over 6 feet. It was just dumb fucking luck that he’d been cast opposite a freaking giant that made him look like a damn cabin boy in comparison.
It’s not even Dean’s image Jensen’s worrying about at this point. It’s his own and how fucking stupid is that? Who the Hell did he think he had to impress?
Truth be told, Jensen thinks Jared kind of likes him being smaller. At least, that’s what he’s getting from how much Jared likes to pick him up and toss him around. Not that Jensen minds because it probably turns him on even more than Jared.
No, the problem, right when you got down to it is because Jensen’s a man and he’s four years older and damn it, he’s playing the older brother-he’s not supposed to look like a damn twink standing next to freaking Hercules.
If he thought it would help, he’d be calling up Kripke right now and trying to convince him that if nothing else, him and Jared didn’t both need to be half naked. Except that wasn’t the scene, it wouldn’t work out the same way and Jensen knew that. He also didn’t want anyone to think he was panicking or unhappy with himself. Because he wasn’t.
He was perfectly fine, thank you very fucking much.
“Jen?” Jared says and Jensen freezes, a gasp stuck in his throat as he suddenly meets Jared’s puzzled eyes in the mirror. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” Jensen says automatically. Yeah, sure, it’s bad to lie in relationships, but a few little white ones never hurt anybody and like hell he was confessing to this.
Jared frowns. “You’ve been staring at your naked body in a mirror for the past five minutes. That’s not nothing. Narcissistic, but not nothing.”
Fuck. Just how long had Jared been standing there anyway? Jensen sighs and closes his eyes, wondering just what the hell he’s going to say when he feels Jared’s arms-huge, muscular, Greek god arms-sliding around him. Jared lays his head against Jensen’s and just like that, Jensen’s dick is more than ready to go. “Are you okay?” Jared asks quietly and when Jensen glances up, he sees Jared’s killer puppy dog eyes of doom staring at him. He feels like a complete fucking heel.
Jensen swallows “I…” And fuck it, it really wasn’t worth lying. “Do you think I need to work out more?”
Jared stares at him incredulously. “Do I-” He cuts himself off and lets his eyes roam over Jensen’s naked body. Jensen feels himself blush despite the fact that he’s 31 fucking years old and damn it, why had he taken off his pants anyway? “I think you’re gorgeous, Jen.”
Yeah, Jensen’s not going to lie. It makes him feel good to hear that. But it really wasn’t the question he’d asked. “I’m 31, Jared.”
Jared nods and turns his head to nuzzle at Jensen’s hairline. Jensen tilts his head accommodatingly. “You’re looking pretty damn good for an old man.”
Thank you, Jared. Not like Jensen needed another fucking complex. Jensen scowls.
Feeling the temperature of the room drop by fifty degrees, Jared glances up again and ratchets up the puppy dog to kill. “I wasn’t calling you old, Jensen.”
Jensen lets the fight go out of his body, sagging into Jared’s hold. He knows exactly what Jared meant and he’s just hopeless against Jared’s stupid, expressive face. “You read the script yet?” he asks gruffly instead.
Jared slides his hand down Jensen’s flat chest to lay against his belly. “Is that what’s got you so wound up?” Though it sounds ridiculous having it out in the open like that, Jensen confesses with a nod. Jared’s shoulders lift in a small laugh but he catches himself like he realizes just what kind of knots Jensen’s tying himself up over this-ridiculous or not. “You’re gonna be fine, Jen.”
Jensen bites his lip against the instinctual insult that kind of comment inspires in him and sighs. “I look like a twink.”
Jared blinks and Jensen can’t bring himself to look at him, even through a mirror. “A twink?” he asks, sounding for all the world like he has no idea what that is and is possibly thinking that Jensen might be calling himself some kind of snack cake. Sometimes, Jensen wishes he had that kind of natural innocence in his acting because damn, it’s fooled more than a few. Jensen’s not falling for it this time because he’s well aware that Jared’s seen more than a few of the requisite pornos-they’ve watched a lot together. Seeing that the act isn’t going to work this time, Jared runs his hand over Jensen’s belly. “You’ve got abs, dude. That’s so not twink-like.”
Jensen twists in Jared’s hold, staring at Jared’s startled face. “Yeah, well,” Jensen says, “I don’t exactly have this now, do I?” He runs his hands over Jared’s ridiculously defined chest, over his six pack and down to the muscular grooves above his hips.
Jared’s eyebrows raise. “Jen…”
“No,” Jensen interrupts, not wanting to hear what Jared has to say. He pushes Jared away, stepping back. “I’m going to look like I haven’t even hit puberty yet, next to you!”
Jared works his jaw, obviously trying to hold on to his temper while he’s figuring out Jensen’s problem. “What do you want me to do about it, Jensen?”
This whole conversation’s asinine. “I don’t know, stop-stop,” Jensen gestures to Jared’s stupidly attractive body, “being so hot. Or something.” Jared blinks again and Jensen flushes. God, he’s such a moron. “No, just uh, nevermind.” He steps back in front of Jared, aligning himself and running his hands up Jared’s chest-God, he can’t stop touching it-to cup his face. Giving Jared his best bedroom eyes, Jensen forces his voice down an octave before saying “how about you just fuck me, hmm?”
Good old Jared immediately gets a little dazed by that, just like always, and leans down to nudge his lips against Jensen’s. Jensen surges upwards, his hands tightening against Jared’s face and pulling him closer to shove a tongue into Jared’s mouth. Jared moans, his arms-heavy, hot bands-winding around Jensen before he reaches down to squeeze Jensen’s ass.
Yeah, that’s better. Jensen moans and rubs his hard cock against Jared’s deliciously jean-clad thigh. Fuck, but the friction feels so damn good.
Jared breaks away from the kiss to start panting against Jensen’s neck, his fingers playing with Jensen’s ass. Jensen shoves back into Jared’s grip. “Yeah, so fucking sexy, Jen. You’re so damn hot. You like that?” He pushes a finger into Jensen and Jensen whines, pushing back into it. Jared’s voice is starting to take on that certain rasp and fuck but he loves Jared’s dirty mouth. When Jared gets going, so does his mouth and the absolute filth that comes out never fails to turn Jensen’s crank. “Slut. I know you like that. Love having something in your hole, don’t you? Such a cockwhore, already panting for it…” Jensen spreads his legs, trying to give Jared more room. He licks at Jared’s chest, indulging in his oral fixation. “Want me to fuck you, don’t you, slut? Want me to fill you up? Put you on your hands and knees and make you take it like a good little bitch…”
Jared pulls his fingers out and Jensen doesn’t care how fucking unmanly it is, he whimpers in protest. “Don’t worry, slut,” Jared rasps. “I’m going to fuck you into next week.” He shoves Jensen towards the bed and Jensen goes eagerly. “Get on the bed, bitch, on your back, and show me how much you want it.”
Goddamned but he’s so not going to make it. Jensen sprawls on his bad, legs spreading and arching already as his dick throbs. Nothing else in the whole damn world matters right now except for Jared and his cock and Jensen jams two fingers into his mouth, slurping as he tries to get them as wet as possible.
“Oh, fuck yeah, Jen,” Jared whispers, ripping off his shirt. “That’s it…” It’s all the encouragement Jensen needs and he figures that his fingers are more than wet enough. He pulls them from his mouth and pushes against his ass, moaning as they start to slide in. “Fucking slut, look at how you just take them… God, fuck yourself, bitch.” Jared shucks off his jeans and kneels on the bed as Jensen hurries to obey, his fingers already shoving in deeper. His free hand knots on the bedspread, fighting back the waves of pleasure.
Distantly, Jensen hears the nightstand drawer open and Jared rummaging through it. He shivers, wondering if it’s more than lube Jared’s pulling out and just what toy he’s choosing.
The drawer slams shut and Jared leans over him, staring down. “You’re so damn hot,” he says, grabbing the hand that Jensen’s twisted into the sheets and dragging it over his head. Jensen moans and shoves his fingers in as deep as possible, anxious to get the show on the road. With a snick of metal, Jared secures Jensen’s wrist against the headboard and Jensen’s eyes fly open in surprise. His dick jerks, never minding a little bit of bondage and the next thing he knows, Jared’s pulling his fingers free and raising Jensen’s other wrist about his head to hook it in the other handcuff.
Jensen twists against the restraints, lifting his hips to rub his dick against Jared’s naked body, desperate for Jared to fuck him. Jared raises his eyebrows. “Want it bad, do you, Jen?” Jensen bites his lip and whines. Damn Jared for teasing.
When Jared drapes his body over Jensen’s, Jensen nearly sobs in relief as he franticly starts humping against Jared’s hard muscles. “Hey, hey, hey,” Jared soothes, his hands cupping Jensen’s face, his voice turning gentle and losing its rasp. “Calm down, Jen.” Jensen shakes his head because fuck that. No, he’s pretty sure he needs to come now…
Jared, the bastard, lifts himself up and away from Jensen’s hips, removing the source of delicious friction. “Goddamn it, Jared…” Jensen swears.
“Mmm,” Jared hums, settling himself at Jensen’s side and rubbing small circles on Jensen’s belly. “I think we need to do something a little bit different tonight, Jen.”
Jensen jerks against his restraints, growling, because he’s fairly certain this conversation isn’t going to lead to an orgasm anytime in the next minute and that’s just not going to work for him. Not that it gets him anywhere. “Fuck me, Jay…” he pleads, biting his lip because he knows just how hot it gets Jared.
Sure enough, Jared’s eyes heat and his hand raises to press a thumb against Jensen’s mouth. But it doesn’t speed him up. “I think you need to be reminded of how sexy you are, Jen,” he says instead.
“Dude,” Jensen says, dropping the sex kitten act when he sees that it’s not working the way it usually does. “My ass is not going to fuck itself.”
Jared huffs a laugh and leans in to mouth at Jensen’s throat, drawing a gasp from him. Jensen’s neck is one of his weak points and Jared’s well-aware of that, loving to suck and lick at it, just shy of giving hickeys. The hand that had been rubbing Jensen’s stomach, drops down to fondle his hard cock and Jensen’s entire body jerks as a stab of pleasure shoots up his spine. “No, I don’t think you need to work out more,” Jared says and Jensen’s lust-fogged brain wrestles with the comment for a minute before it finally translating.
“What?” God no. Jared was NOT wanting to talk about this when all of Jensen’s higher brain functions were on the back burner. He thrusts up into Jared’s teasing hand as Jared gently bites down on his throat. Fucking dirty fighter.
Releasing the skin and giving it a soothing lick, Jared continues. “I think you’re fucking gorgeous and sexy and trust me, dude, the fangirls think so, too.”
“God, stop talking!” Jensen complains. He seriously doesn’t need to be thinking of the crazies from the conventions at the moment. Jared’s just lucky that his fingers are talented enough to keep Jensen’s dick interested despite the mood killer.
“You’re not a twink,” Jared insists, slipping his grip over the head of Jensen’s cock and making him shudder. “You may enjoy taking my dick up the ass and God knows I love watching you do it, but I have no doubt which one of us would win in a fight.” Jensen moans as Jared slides back down, resuming his rhythm. He’s so damn close. So damn close. He thrusts his hips into Jared’s fist, nearly mindless now.
Jared uses his free hand to grip Jensen’s hair and jerk his head back as he nips at Jensen’s jaw. “And standing next to you on set when you’re half naked is going to be sheer fucking torture for me.” Jensen sobs, feeling himself at the edge but not quite able to go over. “Slut.” Jensen’s back arches and his eyes open wide but he sees nothing.
It feels like his entire body is turning inside out, exploding outward as he comes and Jared’s whispering encouragements in his ear, saying, “God yeah, Jensen, so freaking good. I love watching you come, love your pretty eyes and your little sobs. Fuck yeah, such a good boy, so sexy…” Jensen pants and shudders, coming down from the high, falling back down into his body and collapsing onto the bed.
Jared presses kisses to his jaw, hand giving Jensen’s dick a few more strokes to ride it out before moving back up to rub more circles into his belly. A few last tremors ripple through Jensen’s body and he sighs, trying to catch his breath. “Dude,” he teases. “I can’t believe you mentioned fangirls in the middle of jerking me off.”
Jared laughs against his throat and lazily rubs his cock against Jensen’s thigh. “I can’t believe you’re freaking out about not being a fucking body-builder or something.”
Jensen flushes, shrugging as best as he can in the handcuffs. “Dude, have you seen you?” He’d be crazy not to have a complex.
Jared’s still shallowly thrusting against Jensen-starting to make Jensen’s dick twinge with interest-when he pulls back to look at him. “Dude,” Jared says seriously, “have you seen you?”
Jensen furled his brow because what kind of question is that. “Every day, douche.”
Jared rolls his eyes and moves to lie over top of Jensen. Yep, his dick is definitely trying to take notice. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Jen,” he says and Jensen looks away. Jared doesn’t let him get away with it, catching his face and forcing him back into making eye-contact. “Seriously. I’ve had a complex since season fucking 1. And you’re so damn talented, it’s unbelievable. I mean, you pull off stuff I wouldn’t even be able to attempt and I look like a complete tool next to you sometimes and you’re telling me that you’re worried? Christ, Jensen.”
His blush is trying to stretch to his damn toes, that’s how embarrassed Jensen is getting. “I mean, I met you for the first time and thought ‘Jesus, no one’s even going to notice me next to that’ and your resume was more than twice as big as mine and just Jesus. Trust me, no one’s going to be thinking what you think they are. They’re going to be too busy wiping up their drool.”
Jensen closes his eyes, unable to decide what to say to that because yeah, he’s been just a bit ridiculous about the whole thing, making a mountain out of a molehill. Deep down, he knows the scene’s going to go great, the fangirls are going to shriek and, if he’s lucky, no one will ever comment just how scrawny he looks beside Jared. Next to any one else, Jensen looks like a solidly built kind of guy, just Jared puts him to shame but Jensen would be lying if he said that he didn’t get off on that. “You’re right,” he admits and Jared favors him with a gentle kiss.
“Damn right I am.” He kiss him again and flexes hips insistently against Jensen. “God, can I fuck this sexy, manly ass now?” Jensen grins and spreads his legs wider, listening to Jared’s low, needy groan. Jared rears back and grips Jensen’s ass with both hands. “Fuck Jen, if I wasn’t ready to explode right now, I’d be eating you out. Love to watch you shiver and whine on my tongue.”
Jensen draws a shaky breath, feeling his cock trying to fill. “Say the nicest things, Jay…”
Jared growls and bites hard at Jensen’s collar bone as he shoves Jensen’s legs even further apart and roughly pulls him onto his lap. “Twink my ass,” he says. “If you were a twink, I would have broken you by now…”
Jensen bites his lip as Jared brusquely preps him, apparently not having the patience for much more, and shoves his cock in, growling about how Jensen’s his “pretty slut.” The size, like always no matter how many times they do this, takes Jensen by surprise and he moans as his cock perks all the way up. He fucking loves Jared’s size.
So, yeah. Jensen knows that he’s a fairly big guy. He also knows that if he’s a fairly big guy, then Jared’s freaking huge and he thinks maybe he can live with that.
Afterward, after the week is gone and the scene is done and Jared’s fucking Jensen against the wall of Jensen’s locked trailer all throaty growls and sheer straining muscle, he knows he can definitely live with it.
Author: dragonspell
Series: RPS
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pr0nz
Summary: Don't get him wrong. He likes his body well enough. It's just when he's standing next to a Greek god day after day, what is he supposed to think?
Word Count: 3965
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
Don’t get him wrong. He likes his body well enough. Sure, it’s not perfect, but really, what kind of narcissistic bastard would think that about themselves? It works out for him and while, yeah, he’s not too overly thrilled with the bow legs or the freckles, he can live them. There’s not much he can do about his legs but as for the freckles, well that’s what make-up’s for, after all. On certain days, he kind of wishes he could be more cut but when push comes to shove and you’re faced with grueling hours at the gym for minimal reward or curling up on the couch with a good book? Yeah, there’s really no contest, is there? He likes being active as much as the next guy but you just have to draw the line somewhere.
Besides, at the gym, there’s always people watching. It’s easier now, living with Jared with a home gym in the garage, but that doesn’t mean that Jensen’s gotten over the whole creep-factor workout machines inspire in him. All he really has to do lately is just so much as glance at a Stairmaster and a line of shivers starts crawling down his spine. He can just feel the non-existent eyes.
He’d much rather diet and yeah, he’s been on enough of those, too. Back when he was seventeen, the thought about going on a diet was hysterically funny, especially after he’d eaten an entire pizza and two boxes of Oreos but yet didn’t gain a pound and was still hungry. Now…not so funny.
Jensen stares ahead at the mirror like it’s personally insulted him instead of just telling him the cold, hard truth. He’s not fat, not by any means and he knows that. He just wishes that, eventually his body would have…bulked up? Oh, sure, it was fine to look like a twink back when he was a teenager-okay not fine, but acceptable-but now? Jesus H. Christ. If Jensen didn’t get a regular five o’clock shadow so easily, people would still consider him underage. Wasn’t fucking fair. At least, yeah, he had the beard growth even if it was a pain in the ass for the make-up girls, so thank God for small favors.
He flexes an arm, staring at how the muscle of his bicep curls. He could stand to put on a few pounds, really. It was just too bad the kind of extra pounds he needed weren’t of the “eating a few extra cheeseburgers” variety.
Jensen really didn’t have a problem with his body. Truth be told, he kind of liked it-even his stupid bow legs and freckles that invited all sorts of colorful comments and speculation about his personal life (he still didn’t understand what exactly went on in some people’s minds. Seriously). No, he just had a problem with his body when it was stacked up against one certain Jared Padalecki.
When they’d started doing the show, they’d been about the same build and while, yeah there was a four year age difference that meant that maybe Jensen shouldn’t have been looking just as scrawny as Jared but hey. It was tolerable. That was before the kid discovered he actually liked working out (freak). Before Jared started spending all of his free time in the gym, buffing up and well, looking really freaking hot.
Jensen hadn’t noticed much at first-wardrobe always layered them with so many shirts and hoodies and jackets on the set and Jared favored baggy clothes anyway, it was kind of impossible to tell, really, but after awhile, he just couldn’t ignore it anymore. Especially when Jared started getting…a lot more free with himself? Kid’d started lifting up his shirt and Jensen started getting all flushed and then came that damn towel scene.
Jensen’d just about choked when he read that one in the script, let alone seeing it in real-life.
Still, thank God for it, though, because it’d been the one where Jared’d finally realized that more than just fangirls had been appreciating all his hard work. Jared had cornered Jensen and held him against a wall until Jensen had fucking melted in the face of all that muscle and begged Jared to fuck him. Which had led to said fucking against aforementioned wall.
Jensen shivers. He still likes that memory. A lot.
But, however, there was still the problem at hand: Jared was a fucking Greek god nowadays and Jensen was only slightly less twinky than he’d been when he was on Days of Our Lives. How was this fair? What was even less fair was the fact that Jensen was usually stuck eating salad while Jared gorged himself on candy. Seriously. Jensen stares at his decidedly unmuscular (compared to Jared) chest and sighed knowing that even resolving to go to the gym wouldn’t help.
One, he wouldn’t go anyway and two, it was just way too late. Damn Sera and Eric for catering to the damn fangirls, anyway. Like they weren’t rabid enough. Jensen glares at his own reflection. He’d tried talking them out of the scene, convincing them that it really wasn’t good for Dean’s image to be seen without all of his layers but it really hadn’t helped. No, next week, he was due to be filmed shirtless. Again.
He hadn’t wanted to come out and say “twink” but he’d hinted around it and they had told him it was fine. “It’ll be great,” Eric had said. Douchebag.
“You’ll do fine,” Sera had said. Bitch.
It wouldn’t be so damn bad if only for one little hitch. After all, Jensen liked his body and hell, he’d been filmed shirtless before. It was just the fact that he’d never been filmed shirtless standing next to a damn Greek god, before.
“Fuck,” Jensen says, scrubbing at his face with his hands. Wasn’t this just how it always worked? Jensen was a fairly good looking guy, he knew that, he wasn’t stupid. He was even kind of impressive, standing at just over 6 feet. It was just dumb fucking luck that he’d been cast opposite a freaking giant that made him look like a damn cabin boy in comparison.
It’s not even Dean’s image Jensen’s worrying about at this point. It’s his own and how fucking stupid is that? Who the Hell did he think he had to impress?
Truth be told, Jensen thinks Jared kind of likes him being smaller. At least, that’s what he’s getting from how much Jared likes to pick him up and toss him around. Not that Jensen minds because it probably turns him on even more than Jared.
No, the problem, right when you got down to it is because Jensen’s a man and he’s four years older and damn it, he’s playing the older brother-he’s not supposed to look like a damn twink standing next to freaking Hercules.
If he thought it would help, he’d be calling up Kripke right now and trying to convince him that if nothing else, him and Jared didn’t both need to be half naked. Except that wasn’t the scene, it wouldn’t work out the same way and Jensen knew that. He also didn’t want anyone to think he was panicking or unhappy with himself. Because he wasn’t.
He was perfectly fine, thank you very fucking much.
“Jen?” Jared says and Jensen freezes, a gasp stuck in his throat as he suddenly meets Jared’s puzzled eyes in the mirror. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” Jensen says automatically. Yeah, sure, it’s bad to lie in relationships, but a few little white ones never hurt anybody and like hell he was confessing to this.
Jared frowns. “You’ve been staring at your naked body in a mirror for the past five minutes. That’s not nothing. Narcissistic, but not nothing.”
Fuck. Just how long had Jared been standing there anyway? Jensen sighs and closes his eyes, wondering just what the hell he’s going to say when he feels Jared’s arms-huge, muscular, Greek god arms-sliding around him. Jared lays his head against Jensen’s and just like that, Jensen’s dick is more than ready to go. “Are you okay?” Jared asks quietly and when Jensen glances up, he sees Jared’s killer puppy dog eyes of doom staring at him. He feels like a complete fucking heel.
Jensen swallows “I…” And fuck it, it really wasn’t worth lying. “Do you think I need to work out more?”
Jared stares at him incredulously. “Do I-” He cuts himself off and lets his eyes roam over Jensen’s naked body. Jensen feels himself blush despite the fact that he’s 31 fucking years old and damn it, why had he taken off his pants anyway? “I think you’re gorgeous, Jen.”
Yeah, Jensen’s not going to lie. It makes him feel good to hear that. But it really wasn’t the question he’d asked. “I’m 31, Jared.”
Jared nods and turns his head to nuzzle at Jensen’s hairline. Jensen tilts his head accommodatingly. “You’re looking pretty damn good for an old man.”
Thank you, Jared. Not like Jensen needed another fucking complex. Jensen scowls.
Feeling the temperature of the room drop by fifty degrees, Jared glances up again and ratchets up the puppy dog to kill. “I wasn’t calling you old, Jensen.”
Jensen lets the fight go out of his body, sagging into Jared’s hold. He knows exactly what Jared meant and he’s just hopeless against Jared’s stupid, expressive face. “You read the script yet?” he asks gruffly instead.
Jared slides his hand down Jensen’s flat chest to lay against his belly. “Is that what’s got you so wound up?” Though it sounds ridiculous having it out in the open like that, Jensen confesses with a nod. Jared’s shoulders lift in a small laugh but he catches himself like he realizes just what kind of knots Jensen’s tying himself up over this-ridiculous or not. “You’re gonna be fine, Jen.”
Jensen bites his lip against the instinctual insult that kind of comment inspires in him and sighs. “I look like a twink.”
Jared blinks and Jensen can’t bring himself to look at him, even through a mirror. “A twink?” he asks, sounding for all the world like he has no idea what that is and is possibly thinking that Jensen might be calling himself some kind of snack cake. Sometimes, Jensen wishes he had that kind of natural innocence in his acting because damn, it’s fooled more than a few. Jensen’s not falling for it this time because he’s well aware that Jared’s seen more than a few of the requisite pornos-they’ve watched a lot together. Seeing that the act isn’t going to work this time, Jared runs his hand over Jensen’s belly. “You’ve got abs, dude. That’s so not twink-like.”
Jensen twists in Jared’s hold, staring at Jared’s startled face. “Yeah, well,” Jensen says, “I don’t exactly have this now, do I?” He runs his hands over Jared’s ridiculously defined chest, over his six pack and down to the muscular grooves above his hips.
Jared’s eyebrows raise. “Jen…”
“No,” Jensen interrupts, not wanting to hear what Jared has to say. He pushes Jared away, stepping back. “I’m going to look like I haven’t even hit puberty yet, next to you!”
Jared works his jaw, obviously trying to hold on to his temper while he’s figuring out Jensen’s problem. “What do you want me to do about it, Jensen?”
This whole conversation’s asinine. “I don’t know, stop-stop,” Jensen gestures to Jared’s stupidly attractive body, “being so hot. Or something.” Jared blinks again and Jensen flushes. God, he’s such a moron. “No, just uh, nevermind.” He steps back in front of Jared, aligning himself and running his hands up Jared’s chest-God, he can’t stop touching it-to cup his face. Giving Jared his best bedroom eyes, Jensen forces his voice down an octave before saying “how about you just fuck me, hmm?”
Good old Jared immediately gets a little dazed by that, just like always, and leans down to nudge his lips against Jensen’s. Jensen surges upwards, his hands tightening against Jared’s face and pulling him closer to shove a tongue into Jared’s mouth. Jared moans, his arms-heavy, hot bands-winding around Jensen before he reaches down to squeeze Jensen’s ass.
Yeah, that’s better. Jensen moans and rubs his hard cock against Jared’s deliciously jean-clad thigh. Fuck, but the friction feels so damn good.
Jared breaks away from the kiss to start panting against Jensen’s neck, his fingers playing with Jensen’s ass. Jensen shoves back into Jared’s grip. “Yeah, so fucking sexy, Jen. You’re so damn hot. You like that?” He pushes a finger into Jensen and Jensen whines, pushing back into it. Jared’s voice is starting to take on that certain rasp and fuck but he loves Jared’s dirty mouth. When Jared gets going, so does his mouth and the absolute filth that comes out never fails to turn Jensen’s crank. “Slut. I know you like that. Love having something in your hole, don’t you? Such a cockwhore, already panting for it…” Jensen spreads his legs, trying to give Jared more room. He licks at Jared’s chest, indulging in his oral fixation. “Want me to fuck you, don’t you, slut? Want me to fill you up? Put you on your hands and knees and make you take it like a good little bitch…”
Jared pulls his fingers out and Jensen doesn’t care how fucking unmanly it is, he whimpers in protest. “Don’t worry, slut,” Jared rasps. “I’m going to fuck you into next week.” He shoves Jensen towards the bed and Jensen goes eagerly. “Get on the bed, bitch, on your back, and show me how much you want it.”
Goddamned but he’s so not going to make it. Jensen sprawls on his bad, legs spreading and arching already as his dick throbs. Nothing else in the whole damn world matters right now except for Jared and his cock and Jensen jams two fingers into his mouth, slurping as he tries to get them as wet as possible.
“Oh, fuck yeah, Jen,” Jared whispers, ripping off his shirt. “That’s it…” It’s all the encouragement Jensen needs and he figures that his fingers are more than wet enough. He pulls them from his mouth and pushes against his ass, moaning as they start to slide in. “Fucking slut, look at how you just take them… God, fuck yourself, bitch.” Jared shucks off his jeans and kneels on the bed as Jensen hurries to obey, his fingers already shoving in deeper. His free hand knots on the bedspread, fighting back the waves of pleasure.
Distantly, Jensen hears the nightstand drawer open and Jared rummaging through it. He shivers, wondering if it’s more than lube Jared’s pulling out and just what toy he’s choosing.
The drawer slams shut and Jared leans over him, staring down. “You’re so damn hot,” he says, grabbing the hand that Jensen’s twisted into the sheets and dragging it over his head. Jensen moans and shoves his fingers in as deep as possible, anxious to get the show on the road. With a snick of metal, Jared secures Jensen’s wrist against the headboard and Jensen’s eyes fly open in surprise. His dick jerks, never minding a little bit of bondage and the next thing he knows, Jared’s pulling his fingers free and raising Jensen’s other wrist about his head to hook it in the other handcuff.
Jensen twists against the restraints, lifting his hips to rub his dick against Jared’s naked body, desperate for Jared to fuck him. Jared raises his eyebrows. “Want it bad, do you, Jen?” Jensen bites his lip and whines. Damn Jared for teasing.
When Jared drapes his body over Jensen’s, Jensen nearly sobs in relief as he franticly starts humping against Jared’s hard muscles. “Hey, hey, hey,” Jared soothes, his hands cupping Jensen’s face, his voice turning gentle and losing its rasp. “Calm down, Jen.” Jensen shakes his head because fuck that. No, he’s pretty sure he needs to come now…
Jared, the bastard, lifts himself up and away from Jensen’s hips, removing the source of delicious friction. “Goddamn it, Jared…” Jensen swears.
“Mmm,” Jared hums, settling himself at Jensen’s side and rubbing small circles on Jensen’s belly. “I think we need to do something a little bit different tonight, Jen.”
Jensen jerks against his restraints, growling, because he’s fairly certain this conversation isn’t going to lead to an orgasm anytime in the next minute and that’s just not going to work for him. Not that it gets him anywhere. “Fuck me, Jay…” he pleads, biting his lip because he knows just how hot it gets Jared.
Sure enough, Jared’s eyes heat and his hand raises to press a thumb against Jensen’s mouth. But it doesn’t speed him up. “I think you need to be reminded of how sexy you are, Jen,” he says instead.
“Dude,” Jensen says, dropping the sex kitten act when he sees that it’s not working the way it usually does. “My ass is not going to fuck itself.”
Jared huffs a laugh and leans in to mouth at Jensen’s throat, drawing a gasp from him. Jensen’s neck is one of his weak points and Jared’s well-aware of that, loving to suck and lick at it, just shy of giving hickeys. The hand that had been rubbing Jensen’s stomach, drops down to fondle his hard cock and Jensen’s entire body jerks as a stab of pleasure shoots up his spine. “No, I don’t think you need to work out more,” Jared says and Jensen’s lust-fogged brain wrestles with the comment for a minute before it finally translating.
“What?” God no. Jared was NOT wanting to talk about this when all of Jensen’s higher brain functions were on the back burner. He thrusts up into Jared’s teasing hand as Jared gently bites down on his throat. Fucking dirty fighter.
Releasing the skin and giving it a soothing lick, Jared continues. “I think you’re fucking gorgeous and sexy and trust me, dude, the fangirls think so, too.”
“God, stop talking!” Jensen complains. He seriously doesn’t need to be thinking of the crazies from the conventions at the moment. Jared’s just lucky that his fingers are talented enough to keep Jensen’s dick interested despite the mood killer.
“You’re not a twink,” Jared insists, slipping his grip over the head of Jensen’s cock and making him shudder. “You may enjoy taking my dick up the ass and God knows I love watching you do it, but I have no doubt which one of us would win in a fight.” Jensen moans as Jared slides back down, resuming his rhythm. He’s so damn close. So damn close. He thrusts his hips into Jared’s fist, nearly mindless now.
Jared uses his free hand to grip Jensen’s hair and jerk his head back as he nips at Jensen’s jaw. “And standing next to you on set when you’re half naked is going to be sheer fucking torture for me.” Jensen sobs, feeling himself at the edge but not quite able to go over. “Slut.” Jensen’s back arches and his eyes open wide but he sees nothing.
It feels like his entire body is turning inside out, exploding outward as he comes and Jared’s whispering encouragements in his ear, saying, “God yeah, Jensen, so freaking good. I love watching you come, love your pretty eyes and your little sobs. Fuck yeah, such a good boy, so sexy…” Jensen pants and shudders, coming down from the high, falling back down into his body and collapsing onto the bed.
Jared presses kisses to his jaw, hand giving Jensen’s dick a few more strokes to ride it out before moving back up to rub more circles into his belly. A few last tremors ripple through Jensen’s body and he sighs, trying to catch his breath. “Dude,” he teases. “I can’t believe you mentioned fangirls in the middle of jerking me off.”
Jared laughs against his throat and lazily rubs his cock against Jensen’s thigh. “I can’t believe you’re freaking out about not being a fucking body-builder or something.”
Jensen flushes, shrugging as best as he can in the handcuffs. “Dude, have you seen you?” He’d be crazy not to have a complex.
Jared’s still shallowly thrusting against Jensen-starting to make Jensen’s dick twinge with interest-when he pulls back to look at him. “Dude,” Jared says seriously, “have you seen you?”
Jensen furled his brow because what kind of question is that. “Every day, douche.”
Jared rolls his eyes and moves to lie over top of Jensen. Yep, his dick is definitely trying to take notice. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Jen,” he says and Jensen looks away. Jared doesn’t let him get away with it, catching his face and forcing him back into making eye-contact. “Seriously. I’ve had a complex since season fucking 1. And you’re so damn talented, it’s unbelievable. I mean, you pull off stuff I wouldn’t even be able to attempt and I look like a complete tool next to you sometimes and you’re telling me that you’re worried? Christ, Jensen.”
His blush is trying to stretch to his damn toes, that’s how embarrassed Jensen is getting. “I mean, I met you for the first time and thought ‘Jesus, no one’s even going to notice me next to that’ and your resume was more than twice as big as mine and just Jesus. Trust me, no one’s going to be thinking what you think they are. They’re going to be too busy wiping up their drool.”
Jensen closes his eyes, unable to decide what to say to that because yeah, he’s been just a bit ridiculous about the whole thing, making a mountain out of a molehill. Deep down, he knows the scene’s going to go great, the fangirls are going to shriek and, if he’s lucky, no one will ever comment just how scrawny he looks beside Jared. Next to any one else, Jensen looks like a solidly built kind of guy, just Jared puts him to shame but Jensen would be lying if he said that he didn’t get off on that. “You’re right,” he admits and Jared favors him with a gentle kiss.
“Damn right I am.” He kiss him again and flexes hips insistently against Jensen. “God, can I fuck this sexy, manly ass now?” Jensen grins and spreads his legs wider, listening to Jared’s low, needy groan. Jared rears back and grips Jensen’s ass with both hands. “Fuck Jen, if I wasn’t ready to explode right now, I’d be eating you out. Love to watch you shiver and whine on my tongue.”
Jensen draws a shaky breath, feeling his cock trying to fill. “Say the nicest things, Jay…”
Jared growls and bites hard at Jensen’s collar bone as he shoves Jensen’s legs even further apart and roughly pulls him onto his lap. “Twink my ass,” he says. “If you were a twink, I would have broken you by now…”
Jensen bites his lip as Jared brusquely preps him, apparently not having the patience for much more, and shoves his cock in, growling about how Jensen’s his “pretty slut.” The size, like always no matter how many times they do this, takes Jensen by surprise and he moans as his cock perks all the way up. He fucking loves Jared’s size.
So, yeah. Jensen knows that he’s a fairly big guy. He also knows that if he’s a fairly big guy, then Jared’s freaking huge and he thinks maybe he can live with that.
Afterward, after the week is gone and the scene is done and Jared’s fucking Jensen against the wall of Jensen’s locked trailer all throaty growls and sheer straining muscle, he knows he can definitely live with it.