Fic: RPS (Jared/Jensen): Crazy Hot | NC-17 | 2210 words
Title: Crazy Hot
Author: dragonspell
Series: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pr0nz. No plot whatsoever. Public sex.
Summary: Jensen coaxes Jared into sex.
Word Count: 2210
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
A/N: I should have been doing homework...
This fic has a sequel: Blame It On Jensen
For once, they really don’t have anywhere to be, just a day to spend to themselves because, Hell, even the dogs are being taken care of today. So, yeah. Jensen figures that there’s no time like the present. It’s nothing serious, just a little itch he’d like to scratch, but he’s got to admit, it’s a pretty damn persistent itch. And he’s thinking that there’s no better time for it. So he drops his little plastic shopping bag at his feet, knocks Jared’s away as well, and backs Jared up into a corner, making escape impossible with the help of a few white painted cement walls. Then he lays it all out for Jared, telling him what he wants straight up and screw the bullshit. They’ve finally got the time, it’s finally the right place, and Jensen’s finally all out of patience.
Jared blinks mutely at him, though, taking a few long moments to process what Jensen’s telling him before coming out with a disbelieving and somewhat giggly, “You’re nuts.” He smiles but it’s obvious that he thinks that Jensen is just putting him on. Jensen shakes his head because oh no, he’s deathly serious about this and he pushes even closer to Jared who stops him by pressing a hand lightly against Jensen’s chest. “You’re crazy nuts,” Jared laughs.
“Come on, Jay…” Jensen wheedles softly. He pushes Jared up against the wall, watching the eyes reluctantly go hot. He strokes his hands down the sleeves of Jared’s striped button-up, caressing the muscles underneath and just feeling himself go hard. Fuck but he wants this. He wants this so damn bad. And it’s Jared that’s nuts if he thinks that Jensen’s just going to let this one go. It’s not something he’s been dreaming about-he’s not that big of a perv, thank you-but the thought just occurred to him and now Jensen can’t think of anything hotter. “Mm-fuck!” he gasps as he rubs his hard dick against Jared’s thigh. “God, please, Jared, come on…”
Jared whimpers, his hands flying to Jensen’s hips. There’s a war going on behind Jared’s eyes, all confusion and doubt and more than a little bit of guilt. Yeah, Jensen thinks, yeah, he wants this too. Jared yanks Jensen more fully against him, lifting his leg and putting it between Jensen’s thighs, pressing up. Jensen’s eyes flutter because oh fuck does that feel nice. “Yeah, Jay,” he pants, “yeah please…”
Jared whines again and swallows. “Jen, we’re in the middle of fucking Target, for fuck’s sake,” he hisses desperately, like that’s going to make a difference. “There are people here.”
“They won’t even know,” Jensen whispers, rocking himself up against Jared’s hard body-fuck but he loves Jared’s muscles. And yeah, they’re in a little alcove just barely hidden from throngs of people, cameras and God and fuck if Jensen’s not getting off on that, even with that big florescent red sign at the corner of his vision. Yeah, he knows that right behind him, there’s people pushing shopping carts and carrying plastic bags and they don’t even have a fucking clue what’s going in this corner, though they’d be so shocked if they knew. Somewhere to his left, there’s a screaming baby and a little bit more right is a gaggle of teenage girls giggling around a cell phone. They’re all wrapped up in their own little worlds, though, don’t even have a hint of what’s going on around them and Jensen’s so counting on that. Even then, though, he knows that there’s still a chance of somebody noticing-of somebody happening to glance over. Fuck, though, that excites him.
It’s not like he has a thing-he doesn’t have a thing. Just sometimes he likes a…little variety, you know? And sometimes that variety includes…all right. So he’s got a bit of a thing. He fucking loves doing it in different places and frankly, the more public sometimes, the better. He’s even got a damn checklist in his head, not that he’d ever fess up to that. It’s not all the time, though, and afterward, Jensen will always wonder what the Hell was he thinking because yeah he’s shy and he loves his privacy and he has a career here but sometimes, it’s like he just becomes a completely different fucking person and he just needs it. Needs it now.
He knows it’s confusing the Hell out of Jared because this is the first time he’s ever sprung anything remotely like this on the poor guy and for all he knows, he probably thinks Jensen’s completely flipped because this is such a 180 from Jensen’s usual behavior. Jensen’s well aware of that. He’s well aware of the fact that the first time he’d allowed Jared in his pants-not even fucking, just touching-he’d insisted it had to be at night, in the house, with not only the front door locked but the bedroom door as well. And even then, the lights had to be off and no, Jared couldn’t look at it. Yeah, he’s just a little bit shy.
But he does get warmed up and you’d think Jared would have caught that clue when Jensen had insisted on fucking in every room in the house in just about every position imaginable-on all the living room furniture, spread out on the dining room table, pressed up against the refrigerator, bent over Jared’s exercise equipment. Fuck. Jensen shivers now just thinking about it. All those times the door had been locked as well, with Sadie and Harley shut in another room at Jensen’s insistence.
…Okay, so maybe Jared’s correct in thinking that this is a little bit out of Jensen’s usual sphere of acceptable behavior, but Jensen can’t actually help himself. It’s just this thing inside him, this crazy little corner of his mind that just gets out of control once a blue moon and starts clanging around with the hot/dirty/wrong. And it really gets off on the whole public thing. “Oh Christ, Jared,” Jensen moans, plastering himself more fully against Jared and wrapping his arms around Jared’s neck, forcing Jared to duck his head and come down those few crucial inches for the kiss Jensen so desperately needs. “Fuck, please, God, fuck me…” Yeah, that little hidden corner’s banging a fucking gong now.
Jared groans, smashing his lips against Jensen’s and breathing heavily-just like he does when he starts getting excited beyond all reason-and the next thing Jensen knows, he’s being whirled around and his back is just shoved up against the wall by all 6’ 4” of Jared. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he babbles. Jared’s reaching for his zipper and Jensen can’t even stop the eager whine coming out of his throat.
“Shut up,” Jared growls, bending his head to bite the sensitive skin of Jensen’s throat. “I’m not being fucking arrested today, Jen, so just shut the fuck up.” The order sends a thrill straight to Jensen’s dick and Jensen nearly bloodies his lip trying to choke back the next moan. “Goddamned perv,” Jared rasps, hands sliding into Jensen’s wide open jeans and reaching back to cup his ass. “Getting off on this-you’re so fucked in the head, Jen…”
There’s a continuous shiver ratcheting up and down Jensen’s spine now because if Jared’s whipping out the filth and the abuse that means he’s hella turned on and Jensen can’t help but respond to it. In some distant corner of Jensen’s mind, he’s still registering what’s going on with the crowd just barely outside of the little spot they’re tucked away in-the baby’s long gone, replaced by a group of kids, squealing as they run about, their harried mother shouting for them to stop. Jensen wonders what she’d say if she knew about the two guys fucking in the corner, just a few feet away from her precious little angels. “Fuck, Jared…” Jensen whispers, his own hands skimming down Jared’s muscled chest to pop the buttons on Jared’s jeans. Jared groans, hips surging forward helplessly as Jensen reaches inside, pushing Jared’s underwear out of the way. Jensen groans himself when he finally grabs a hold of Jared’s thick dick-already hard and throbbing in Jensen’s hand. He gives it a firm stroke and Jared dips and sways as his knees nearly give out.
“Fuck,” Jared swears, pushing Jensen more firmly up against the wall, blocking him in, hiding him more fully from view. A woman in a business suit passes by on her cell, closer than anybody else has come so far-Jensen shudders. “Such a goddamned slut…” Jared’s left hand flies up to his mouth where he gives the fingers a quick suck before putting it right back where it belongs on Jensen’s ass. Jared shoves Jensen’s pants down just a little more as he digs in to the cheeks of Jensen’s ass, pulling them apart, wet fingers questing for Jensen’s hole. “Come on, get your leg up,” Jared growls, finally pushing a little inside of Jensen. “You’re the one that wanted this...” His fingers are fucking huge like always and there’s no lube besides Jared’s spit and he’s pushing two in at the same time.
Jensen’s head hits the wall as he arches up, eyes squeezing closed and lifting his leg just enough to give Jared some room to work. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he gasps. Jared shoves his fingers completely inside of Jensen, moving around and freaking scissoring and screw dignity because Jensen’s eagerly humping Jared’s hand. “Yeah… Yeah…” Jensen tightens his grip on Jared’s cock, jerking him off hard and fast, just like he knows Jared likes.
“Fuck,” Jared hisses. “Oh, fuck Jen…” He leans forward, using Jensen and the wall to hold himself up in his off balance position because both of his hands are busy at the moment, thank you very much. Jared’s two fingers piston in and out of Jensen’s ass, while the other hand works on Jensen’s cock.
There’s a pressure building inside Jensen and he welcomes it eagerly, gasping and shuddering as he just fucking surrenders to Jared. “Yeah, please,” he begs and tilts his head to catch Jared’s lips in another kiss. Jared growls and shoves his tongue inside Jensen mouth as his fingers twist savagely inside Jensen, stabbing against Jensen’s prostate. With a strangled scream that Jared eagerly swallows, Jensen comes, spilling all over Jared’s hands and their clothes.
Jared’s not far behind, making the kiss just a bit more brutal as he follows Jensen over the edge of orgasm and together they both pant, trying to come down off the high. Jensen swallows, keeping his eyes closed as he sags against the wall and Jared-instantly gentle now that he’s come-mouths along the line of Jensen’s jaw. His fingers are still inside Jensen, still stretching him open and Jensen wiggles against them. “Mmm…fuck.”
“Yeah,” Jared says quietly. “How are you doin’?”
Jensen finally opens his eyes, staring dazedly at Jared. He knows he has a stupid smile on his face but he really doesn’t care. “That was awesome…” he says.
Jared doesn’t disagree but he does glance down at the mess now between them and raises an eyebrow. “So what do we do now?”
Jensen’s smile turns wicked. There’s a business man striding obliviously past them. “Now, Jay, we see if we can make it to the bathroom without anyone seeing us.” The room in question is about fifteen feet away and it makes Jensen shiver with aftershocks just thinking about making it there. His sense of shame is starting to reassert itself but that’s really just making the tingles even stronger.
Jared groans and drops his head against Jensen’s shoulder. “Fucking hate you,” he groans. He shudders as Jensen traces the lines of his spent cock as it slowly softens. “Fucking crazy nuts.”
Jensen huffs a laugh. “Fucking crazy hot,” he counters and notes with a grin how Jared doesn’t even bother to argue the point. He can’t.
They do make it to the bathroom without even a raised eyebrow for their trouble even if they had to duck around a corner twice. Jensen’s face is starting to burn even as his smile grows bigger. He’s still a little disbelieving-he and Jay just fucked in a department store for crying out loud-and he knows that this is definitely going to be one he’s going to be revisiting later. When they get inside the bathroom, however, he’s unprepared for the full-on shove that Jared gives him. He stumbles and just barely catches himself on the wall but as far as he’s concerned, it doesn’t really matter at the moment because every inch of Jared is pressed up behind Jensen and Jared’s growling in his ear about how “this is so fucking crazy...” and "can't believe you got me doing this, Jen..."
“Crazy hot,” Jensen corrects on a gasp and it’s really the last complete thought he gets out as Jared shoves two fingers back into Jensen’s ass and Jensen ends up clawing at the tiled wall in helpless desperation. Apparently, judging by the filth Jared’s starting to purr in Jensen’s ear, he’s just created a monster.
And Jensen thinks that's all right by him. It’s fucking crazy hot.
On to Blame It On Jensen.
Author: dragonspell
Series: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pr0nz. No plot whatsoever. Public sex.
Summary: Jensen coaxes Jared into sex.
Word Count: 2210
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
A/N: I should have been doing homework...
This fic has a sequel: Blame It On Jensen
For once, they really don’t have anywhere to be, just a day to spend to themselves because, Hell, even the dogs are being taken care of today. So, yeah. Jensen figures that there’s no time like the present. It’s nothing serious, just a little itch he’d like to scratch, but he’s got to admit, it’s a pretty damn persistent itch. And he’s thinking that there’s no better time for it. So he drops his little plastic shopping bag at his feet, knocks Jared’s away as well, and backs Jared up into a corner, making escape impossible with the help of a few white painted cement walls. Then he lays it all out for Jared, telling him what he wants straight up and screw the bullshit. They’ve finally got the time, it’s finally the right place, and Jensen’s finally all out of patience.
Jared blinks mutely at him, though, taking a few long moments to process what Jensen’s telling him before coming out with a disbelieving and somewhat giggly, “You’re nuts.” He smiles but it’s obvious that he thinks that Jensen is just putting him on. Jensen shakes his head because oh no, he’s deathly serious about this and he pushes even closer to Jared who stops him by pressing a hand lightly against Jensen’s chest. “You’re crazy nuts,” Jared laughs.
“Come on, Jay…” Jensen wheedles softly. He pushes Jared up against the wall, watching the eyes reluctantly go hot. He strokes his hands down the sleeves of Jared’s striped button-up, caressing the muscles underneath and just feeling himself go hard. Fuck but he wants this. He wants this so damn bad. And it’s Jared that’s nuts if he thinks that Jensen’s just going to let this one go. It’s not something he’s been dreaming about-he’s not that big of a perv, thank you-but the thought just occurred to him and now Jensen can’t think of anything hotter. “Mm-fuck!” he gasps as he rubs his hard dick against Jared’s thigh. “God, please, Jared, come on…”
Jared whimpers, his hands flying to Jensen’s hips. There’s a war going on behind Jared’s eyes, all confusion and doubt and more than a little bit of guilt. Yeah, Jensen thinks, yeah, he wants this too. Jared yanks Jensen more fully against him, lifting his leg and putting it between Jensen’s thighs, pressing up. Jensen’s eyes flutter because oh fuck does that feel nice. “Yeah, Jay,” he pants, “yeah please…”
Jared whines again and swallows. “Jen, we’re in the middle of fucking Target, for fuck’s sake,” he hisses desperately, like that’s going to make a difference. “There are people here.”
“They won’t even know,” Jensen whispers, rocking himself up against Jared’s hard body-fuck but he loves Jared’s muscles. And yeah, they’re in a little alcove just barely hidden from throngs of people, cameras and God and fuck if Jensen’s not getting off on that, even with that big florescent red sign at the corner of his vision. Yeah, he knows that right behind him, there’s people pushing shopping carts and carrying plastic bags and they don’t even have a fucking clue what’s going in this corner, though they’d be so shocked if they knew. Somewhere to his left, there’s a screaming baby and a little bit more right is a gaggle of teenage girls giggling around a cell phone. They’re all wrapped up in their own little worlds, though, don’t even have a hint of what’s going on around them and Jensen’s so counting on that. Even then, though, he knows that there’s still a chance of somebody noticing-of somebody happening to glance over. Fuck, though, that excites him.
It’s not like he has a thing-he doesn’t have a thing. Just sometimes he likes a…little variety, you know? And sometimes that variety includes…all right. So he’s got a bit of a thing. He fucking loves doing it in different places and frankly, the more public sometimes, the better. He’s even got a damn checklist in his head, not that he’d ever fess up to that. It’s not all the time, though, and afterward, Jensen will always wonder what the Hell was he thinking because yeah he’s shy and he loves his privacy and he has a career here but sometimes, it’s like he just becomes a completely different fucking person and he just needs it. Needs it now.
He knows it’s confusing the Hell out of Jared because this is the first time he’s ever sprung anything remotely like this on the poor guy and for all he knows, he probably thinks Jensen’s completely flipped because this is such a 180 from Jensen’s usual behavior. Jensen’s well aware of that. He’s well aware of the fact that the first time he’d allowed Jared in his pants-not even fucking, just touching-he’d insisted it had to be at night, in the house, with not only the front door locked but the bedroom door as well. And even then, the lights had to be off and no, Jared couldn’t look at it. Yeah, he’s just a little bit shy.
But he does get warmed up and you’d think Jared would have caught that clue when Jensen had insisted on fucking in every room in the house in just about every position imaginable-on all the living room furniture, spread out on the dining room table, pressed up against the refrigerator, bent over Jared’s exercise equipment. Fuck. Jensen shivers now just thinking about it. All those times the door had been locked as well, with Sadie and Harley shut in another room at Jensen’s insistence.
…Okay, so maybe Jared’s correct in thinking that this is a little bit out of Jensen’s usual sphere of acceptable behavior, but Jensen can’t actually help himself. It’s just this thing inside him, this crazy little corner of his mind that just gets out of control once a blue moon and starts clanging around with the hot/dirty/wrong. And it really gets off on the whole public thing. “Oh Christ, Jared,” Jensen moans, plastering himself more fully against Jared and wrapping his arms around Jared’s neck, forcing Jared to duck his head and come down those few crucial inches for the kiss Jensen so desperately needs. “Fuck, please, God, fuck me…” Yeah, that little hidden corner’s banging a fucking gong now.
Jared groans, smashing his lips against Jensen’s and breathing heavily-just like he does when he starts getting excited beyond all reason-and the next thing Jensen knows, he’s being whirled around and his back is just shoved up against the wall by all 6’ 4” of Jared. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he babbles. Jared’s reaching for his zipper and Jensen can’t even stop the eager whine coming out of his throat.
“Shut up,” Jared growls, bending his head to bite the sensitive skin of Jensen’s throat. “I’m not being fucking arrested today, Jen, so just shut the fuck up.” The order sends a thrill straight to Jensen’s dick and Jensen nearly bloodies his lip trying to choke back the next moan. “Goddamned perv,” Jared rasps, hands sliding into Jensen’s wide open jeans and reaching back to cup his ass. “Getting off on this-you’re so fucked in the head, Jen…”
There’s a continuous shiver ratcheting up and down Jensen’s spine now because if Jared’s whipping out the filth and the abuse that means he’s hella turned on and Jensen can’t help but respond to it. In some distant corner of Jensen’s mind, he’s still registering what’s going on with the crowd just barely outside of the little spot they’re tucked away in-the baby’s long gone, replaced by a group of kids, squealing as they run about, their harried mother shouting for them to stop. Jensen wonders what she’d say if she knew about the two guys fucking in the corner, just a few feet away from her precious little angels. “Fuck, Jared…” Jensen whispers, his own hands skimming down Jared’s muscled chest to pop the buttons on Jared’s jeans. Jared groans, hips surging forward helplessly as Jensen reaches inside, pushing Jared’s underwear out of the way. Jensen groans himself when he finally grabs a hold of Jared’s thick dick-already hard and throbbing in Jensen’s hand. He gives it a firm stroke and Jared dips and sways as his knees nearly give out.
“Fuck,” Jared swears, pushing Jensen more firmly up against the wall, blocking him in, hiding him more fully from view. A woman in a business suit passes by on her cell, closer than anybody else has come so far-Jensen shudders. “Such a goddamned slut…” Jared’s left hand flies up to his mouth where he gives the fingers a quick suck before putting it right back where it belongs on Jensen’s ass. Jared shoves Jensen’s pants down just a little more as he digs in to the cheeks of Jensen’s ass, pulling them apart, wet fingers questing for Jensen’s hole. “Come on, get your leg up,” Jared growls, finally pushing a little inside of Jensen. “You’re the one that wanted this...” His fingers are fucking huge like always and there’s no lube besides Jared’s spit and he’s pushing two in at the same time.
Jensen’s head hits the wall as he arches up, eyes squeezing closed and lifting his leg just enough to give Jared some room to work. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he gasps. Jared shoves his fingers completely inside of Jensen, moving around and freaking scissoring and screw dignity because Jensen’s eagerly humping Jared’s hand. “Yeah… Yeah…” Jensen tightens his grip on Jared’s cock, jerking him off hard and fast, just like he knows Jared likes.
“Fuck,” Jared hisses. “Oh, fuck Jen…” He leans forward, using Jensen and the wall to hold himself up in his off balance position because both of his hands are busy at the moment, thank you very much. Jared’s two fingers piston in and out of Jensen’s ass, while the other hand works on Jensen’s cock.
There’s a pressure building inside Jensen and he welcomes it eagerly, gasping and shuddering as he just fucking surrenders to Jared. “Yeah, please,” he begs and tilts his head to catch Jared’s lips in another kiss. Jared growls and shoves his tongue inside Jensen mouth as his fingers twist savagely inside Jensen, stabbing against Jensen’s prostate. With a strangled scream that Jared eagerly swallows, Jensen comes, spilling all over Jared’s hands and their clothes.
Jared’s not far behind, making the kiss just a bit more brutal as he follows Jensen over the edge of orgasm and together they both pant, trying to come down off the high. Jensen swallows, keeping his eyes closed as he sags against the wall and Jared-instantly gentle now that he’s come-mouths along the line of Jensen’s jaw. His fingers are still inside Jensen, still stretching him open and Jensen wiggles against them. “Mmm…fuck.”
“Yeah,” Jared says quietly. “How are you doin’?”
Jensen finally opens his eyes, staring dazedly at Jared. He knows he has a stupid smile on his face but he really doesn’t care. “That was awesome…” he says.
Jared doesn’t disagree but he does glance down at the mess now between them and raises an eyebrow. “So what do we do now?”
Jensen’s smile turns wicked. There’s a business man striding obliviously past them. “Now, Jay, we see if we can make it to the bathroom without anyone seeing us.” The room in question is about fifteen feet away and it makes Jensen shiver with aftershocks just thinking about making it there. His sense of shame is starting to reassert itself but that’s really just making the tingles even stronger.
Jared groans and drops his head against Jensen’s shoulder. “Fucking hate you,” he groans. He shudders as Jensen traces the lines of his spent cock as it slowly softens. “Fucking crazy nuts.”
Jensen huffs a laugh. “Fucking crazy hot,” he counters and notes with a grin how Jared doesn’t even bother to argue the point. He can’t.
They do make it to the bathroom without even a raised eyebrow for their trouble even if they had to duck around a corner twice. Jensen’s face is starting to burn even as his smile grows bigger. He’s still a little disbelieving-he and Jay just fucked in a department store for crying out loud-and he knows that this is definitely going to be one he’s going to be revisiting later. When they get inside the bathroom, however, he’s unprepared for the full-on shove that Jared gives him. He stumbles and just barely catches himself on the wall but as far as he’s concerned, it doesn’t really matter at the moment because every inch of Jared is pressed up behind Jensen and Jared’s growling in his ear about how “this is so fucking crazy...” and "can't believe you got me doing this, Jen..."
“Crazy hot,” Jensen corrects on a gasp and it’s really the last complete thought he gets out as Jared shoves two fingers back into Jensen’s ass and Jensen ends up clawing at the tiled wall in helpless desperation. Apparently, judging by the filth Jared’s starting to purr in Jensen’s ear, he’s just created a monster.
And Jensen thinks that's all right by him. It’s fucking crazy hot.
On to Blame It On Jensen.