Livin' it up while I'm goin' down
Title: Livin' it up while I'm goin' down
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1370
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: Jared and Jensen are bored at a network event. Jensen comes up with a way to entertain them.
A/N 1: This is for rain388 who wanted "hot, sweaty, dirty Toppy!Jensen sex." This isn't quite that, but it's close. ;D
A/N 2: Title and inspiration from Aerosmith's Love in an Elevator.
Jensen hated these network events, kissing the network execs’ asses while they pretended to give a fuck about his show. The only thing that redeemed the night was the open bar and surreptitiously ogling Jared in his tux. Dawn Ostroff might be the biggest fucking moron ever, but he had to thank her for making this thing black tie this year.
“Another one, please,” he told the bartender, spinning on his seat to face the room again. His eyes swept over the room, dismissing everyone not Jared, and finally found him standing across the room, surrounded by a gaggle of female execs. They all gazed adoringly up at him (the tallest one barely reached Jared’s chest), while Jared shifted and plastered a smile on his face. Jensen didn’t envy him; he’d already suffered through his share of fawning and pawing. They could all kiss his ass anyway. At the end of the night, he was going home with Jared, and no one else could make that claim.
Thanking the bartender for his Jack and Coke, Jensen leaned his elbows on the bar and tipped his head back. He looked at Jared and his new fan club, but he paid little attention to the women. Instead, he watched the way Jared’s hair curled softly in the back and down over his left eye, the way his jacket stretched across his broad shoulders and strained around his biceps, the way his skin shone golden against the bright white of his shirt. Jared’s jaw ticked, a spot not far from the small nick Jensen knew was from shaving too quickly earlier. He caught Jensen’s eye over the fake blonde head of a particularly tiny exec and gave him the pleading, come-save-me puppy eyes. Smirking, Jensen shook his head and knocked back the rest of his drink.
Two minutes later, Jared slipped onto the barstool beside him.
“Whatever he’s having, man, and keep ‘em coming,” Jared requested, dropping his head onto the bar and groaning.
“S’matter, Jared? Not having fun?” Jensen teased, resisting the urge to massage Jared’s neck and play with his hair.
“Fuck you,” he muttered into the bar top.
“Maybe later.”
Jared’s neck turned red, and he lifted his head to squint up at him. “How many of those have you had?”
“Not enough, Jay. Not nearly enough.”
An hour and several tequila shots later, they were pretty much plastered and Jensen was fucking hornier than fuck, a usual side effect of tequila-plus-Jared. It didn’t help that Jared had long ago loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top three buttons on his crisp white dress shirt. Distracting, to say the least.
“I can’t feel my fingertips,” Jared giggled, then poked Jensen in the side, as if demonstrating his numbness. “See.” He giggled again, burying his nose in his empty shot glass, and Jensen decided they’d stuck around long enough.
“Meet me in the lobby in 10 minutes,” he growled in Jared’s ear.
“Jen? I don’t-”
“10 minutes,” he repeated, and Jared nodded, swallowing, suddenly a lot more sober.
Jensen took off his bow tie and opened a couple buttons on his shirt while he waited for Jared, sighing in relief at no longer being so confined. Jared sidled up to him, flushed and breathless. Jensen’s dick twitched. Holy fuck, his boyfriend was hot.
“Come on,” Jensen urged, tugging on the lapel of Jared’s jacket.
Jared stumbled after him as he headed toward the elevator. They each had a room upstairs, thank God, because Jensen could not wait until they got home before he kissed Jared. A handful of people got on the elevator with them, jamming Jared and Jensen into the back corner. Jensen used the opportunity to slide his hand under Jared’s jacket and down over his firm (really firm, Jesus) ass. Jared turned toward him and smiled, gaze both languid and heated. Jensen squeezed, kneading gently, and Jared gasped, arching up on his toes a bit. That earned them a few looks- curious, disgusted, annoyed- and a couple giggles, and Jensen reined it in before he accidentally outed them to the world in a fucking elevator.
Fortunately, everyone got off on the second or third floor, leaving them alone. Jensen didn’t hesitate in shoving Jared against the mirrored back wall and attacking his mouth, sucking on his bottom lip and slipping a leg between Jared’s to rub against his hardening dick. Jared mewled, rocking forward to ride his thigh, hands gripping hard to the sides of Jensen’s jacket. Cupping Jared’s cheek, he tilted his head to the side for a better angle and continued his relentless assault on Jared’s mouth. This wasn’t the time to be gentle or take things slow. That could wait till later, when he could lay Jared out on their bed and spend all day mapping his body with mouth and tongue and hands.
“Jen,” Jared moaned as Jensen fumbled with his belt. “Fuck. We can’t…not here.”
“Why not?” Jensen bit his ear, sucking on the lobe before moving to his jaw.
“People might- fuck! People might see,” he panted, trying to push Jensen’s hands away.
The sound of Jared’s zipper was loud in the otherwise quiet elevator. Jared’s head hit the wall with a dull thud, and he bucked into Jensen’s fist. Smirking, Jensen stretched out to press a button on the wall panel. The elevator jerked to a stop, and Jared gaped at him.
“Now they won’t,” Jensen said.
“Yeah, that won’t look suspicious or anything,” Jared replied dryly.
“Oh, this won’t take long,” he told him, sinking to his knees and nuzzling Jared’s stomach. He reached inside Jared’s black boxer briefs and licked the precome gathering at the tip of his dick.
“Jesus fuck!” His head thumped against the wall a couple times, then he grabbed Jensen’s shoulder in a death grip. “Oh, Christ!”
Wrapping a fist around the base, Jensen sucked him down, aware they didn’t have much time until someone figured out what was going on and got the elevator started again. He brushed his fingertips over Jared’s stomach and framed his hip. He loved this, loved the weight and heat of Jared on his tongue, loved the slightly bitter and musky taste, loved how Jared could never hold back and just fucked his mouth.
“Fuck!” Jared swore, voice a low, deep rumble. He slid his hand from Jensen’s shoulder up the side of his neck to cup his cheek, gazing heatedly down at Jensen through the messy tangle of his bangs. “Oh, fuck!”
Jensen felt Jared’s thighs trembling and the tightening of the muscles in his abs and sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks and working the base with a tight fist. Jared thrust a few more times, tensing all over, and stuttered out a warning. Swallowing, Jensen licked him clean, then slowly stood up, tucking him back into his pants on the way. Jared had his eyes closed, head leaning back against the wall, mouth open and panting. Jensen spread a line of light kisses across Jared’s jaw till he reached his mouth, and Jared responded right away, kissing him fiercely, desperately, palming Jensen’s ass and pulling him closer. Jensen almost turned him around and fucked him right there, but the elevator chose that moment to start up again, hurtling them toward their 8th floor rooms.
“I’m not done with you yet. When we get back to the room, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for a week,” Jensen promised and smiled at Jared’s full-body shiver.
By the time they reached the 8th floor and the doors opened, they were standing apart and Jared looked presentable, at least at first glance. But Jensen knew Jared’s shirt was hastily tucked in, knew his breathing was still ragged, could see the sweaty strands of his hair sticking to his temples, could tell his eyes were glassy, unfocused. A hotel employee waited for them in the hallway, all profuse apologies and offering them free amenities. It took his most charming smile and some fast talking to extricate them from the man’s solicitous attentions. When they finally got to the closest room (Jared’s), Jensen slammed the door shut and slammed Jared against the door, intent on making good on his promise.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1370
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: Jared and Jensen are bored at a network event. Jensen comes up with a way to entertain them.
A/N 1: This is for rain388 who wanted "hot, sweaty, dirty Toppy!Jensen sex." This isn't quite that, but it's close. ;D
A/N 2: Title and inspiration from Aerosmith's Love in an Elevator.
Jensen hated these network events, kissing the network execs’ asses while they pretended to give a fuck about his show. The only thing that redeemed the night was the open bar and surreptitiously ogling Jared in his tux. Dawn Ostroff might be the biggest fucking moron ever, but he had to thank her for making this thing black tie this year.
“Another one, please,” he told the bartender, spinning on his seat to face the room again. His eyes swept over the room, dismissing everyone not Jared, and finally found him standing across the room, surrounded by a gaggle of female execs. They all gazed adoringly up at him (the tallest one barely reached Jared’s chest), while Jared shifted and plastered a smile on his face. Jensen didn’t envy him; he’d already suffered through his share of fawning and pawing. They could all kiss his ass anyway. At the end of the night, he was going home with Jared, and no one else could make that claim.
Thanking the bartender for his Jack and Coke, Jensen leaned his elbows on the bar and tipped his head back. He looked at Jared and his new fan club, but he paid little attention to the women. Instead, he watched the way Jared’s hair curled softly in the back and down over his left eye, the way his jacket stretched across his broad shoulders and strained around his biceps, the way his skin shone golden against the bright white of his shirt. Jared’s jaw ticked, a spot not far from the small nick Jensen knew was from shaving too quickly earlier. He caught Jensen’s eye over the fake blonde head of a particularly tiny exec and gave him the pleading, come-save-me puppy eyes. Smirking, Jensen shook his head and knocked back the rest of his drink.
Two minutes later, Jared slipped onto the barstool beside him.
“Whatever he’s having, man, and keep ‘em coming,” Jared requested, dropping his head onto the bar and groaning.
“S’matter, Jared? Not having fun?” Jensen teased, resisting the urge to massage Jared’s neck and play with his hair.
“Fuck you,” he muttered into the bar top.
“Maybe later.”
Jared’s neck turned red, and he lifted his head to squint up at him. “How many of those have you had?”
“Not enough, Jay. Not nearly enough.”
An hour and several tequila shots later, they were pretty much plastered and Jensen was fucking hornier than fuck, a usual side effect of tequila-plus-Jared. It didn’t help that Jared had long ago loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top three buttons on his crisp white dress shirt. Distracting, to say the least.
“I can’t feel my fingertips,” Jared giggled, then poked Jensen in the side, as if demonstrating his numbness. “See.” He giggled again, burying his nose in his empty shot glass, and Jensen decided they’d stuck around long enough.
“Meet me in the lobby in 10 minutes,” he growled in Jared’s ear.
“Jen? I don’t-”
“10 minutes,” he repeated, and Jared nodded, swallowing, suddenly a lot more sober.
Jensen took off his bow tie and opened a couple buttons on his shirt while he waited for Jared, sighing in relief at no longer being so confined. Jared sidled up to him, flushed and breathless. Jensen’s dick twitched. Holy fuck, his boyfriend was hot.
“Come on,” Jensen urged, tugging on the lapel of Jared’s jacket.
Jared stumbled after him as he headed toward the elevator. They each had a room upstairs, thank God, because Jensen could not wait until they got home before he kissed Jared. A handful of people got on the elevator with them, jamming Jared and Jensen into the back corner. Jensen used the opportunity to slide his hand under Jared’s jacket and down over his firm (really firm, Jesus) ass. Jared turned toward him and smiled, gaze both languid and heated. Jensen squeezed, kneading gently, and Jared gasped, arching up on his toes a bit. That earned them a few looks- curious, disgusted, annoyed- and a couple giggles, and Jensen reined it in before he accidentally outed them to the world in a fucking elevator.
Fortunately, everyone got off on the second or third floor, leaving them alone. Jensen didn’t hesitate in shoving Jared against the mirrored back wall and attacking his mouth, sucking on his bottom lip and slipping a leg between Jared’s to rub against his hardening dick. Jared mewled, rocking forward to ride his thigh, hands gripping hard to the sides of Jensen’s jacket. Cupping Jared’s cheek, he tilted his head to the side for a better angle and continued his relentless assault on Jared’s mouth. This wasn’t the time to be gentle or take things slow. That could wait till later, when he could lay Jared out on their bed and spend all day mapping his body with mouth and tongue and hands.
“Jen,” Jared moaned as Jensen fumbled with his belt. “Fuck. We can’t…not here.”
“Why not?” Jensen bit his ear, sucking on the lobe before moving to his jaw.
“People might- fuck! People might see,” he panted, trying to push Jensen’s hands away.
The sound of Jared’s zipper was loud in the otherwise quiet elevator. Jared’s head hit the wall with a dull thud, and he bucked into Jensen’s fist. Smirking, Jensen stretched out to press a button on the wall panel. The elevator jerked to a stop, and Jared gaped at him.
“Now they won’t,” Jensen said.
“Yeah, that won’t look suspicious or anything,” Jared replied dryly.
“Oh, this won’t take long,” he told him, sinking to his knees and nuzzling Jared’s stomach. He reached inside Jared’s black boxer briefs and licked the precome gathering at the tip of his dick.
“Jesus fuck!” His head thumped against the wall a couple times, then he grabbed Jensen’s shoulder in a death grip. “Oh, Christ!”
Wrapping a fist around the base, Jensen sucked him down, aware they didn’t have much time until someone figured out what was going on and got the elevator started again. He brushed his fingertips over Jared’s stomach and framed his hip. He loved this, loved the weight and heat of Jared on his tongue, loved the slightly bitter and musky taste, loved how Jared could never hold back and just fucked his mouth.
“Fuck!” Jared swore, voice a low, deep rumble. He slid his hand from Jensen’s shoulder up the side of his neck to cup his cheek, gazing heatedly down at Jensen through the messy tangle of his bangs. “Oh, fuck!”
Jensen felt Jared’s thighs trembling and the tightening of the muscles in his abs and sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks and working the base with a tight fist. Jared thrust a few more times, tensing all over, and stuttered out a warning. Swallowing, Jensen licked him clean, then slowly stood up, tucking him back into his pants on the way. Jared had his eyes closed, head leaning back against the wall, mouth open and panting. Jensen spread a line of light kisses across Jared’s jaw till he reached his mouth, and Jared responded right away, kissing him fiercely, desperately, palming Jensen’s ass and pulling him closer. Jensen almost turned him around and fucked him right there, but the elevator chose that moment to start up again, hurtling them toward their 8th floor rooms.
“I’m not done with you yet. When we get back to the room, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for a week,” Jensen promised and smiled at Jared’s full-body shiver.
By the time they reached the 8th floor and the doors opened, they were standing apart and Jared looked presentable, at least at first glance. But Jensen knew Jared’s shirt was hastily tucked in, knew his breathing was still ragged, could see the sweaty strands of his hair sticking to his temples, could tell his eyes were glassy, unfocused. A hotel employee waited for them in the hallway, all profuse apologies and offering them free amenities. It took his most charming smile and some fast talking to extricate them from the man’s solicitous attentions. When they finally got to the closest room (Jared’s), Jensen slammed the door shut and slammed Jared against the door, intent on making good on his promise.