J2: Stiff and Sore
Title: Stiff and Sore
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word count: 590
Disclaimer: This drabble was written for fun, not for profit. It is a work of fiction and in no way is intended to reflect on the lifestyles of the persons on whom it is based.
Written for : Birthday gift for enablelove, who asked for Jared/Jensen, back massage
Summary: Jensen's back is sore, and Jared offers him a hand...or two.
Jensen stretched, wincing as he tried to alleviate a twinge of pain in his back.
"What's wrong?" asked Jared. He glanced up from the magazine he was looking at, attention focused on Jensen.
"My back is tight," said Jensen. "I think I pulled something in that fight scene we did this morning."
Jensen had returned to his trailer to relax, and Jared invited himself in a few minutes later, claiming there was too much noise near his own trailer. He had then flopped on Jensen's couch, helped himself to Jensen's snacks, and was monopolizing Jensen's TV.
Jensen thought it was adorable, but he would never admit to it.
"Do you have any Icy Hot, or something to dull the pain?" Jared asked.
Jensen shook his head. "All I have on hand is some warming massage oil that one of the techies gave me for a joke."
"So, use that, then," Jared shrugged, returning his attention to Jensen's copy of Motor Trends.
"I can't exactly reach my own back, dumb ass."
"I'll rub it on for you," said Jared. He didn't bother looking up from the magazine.
Jensen realized his mouth had dropped open, and he quickly closed it and shifted in his chair. His cock had perked up at Jared's suggestion. Jensen wondered if he could accept a back massage from Jared and not end up coming in his boxers like a teenager. Then, he wondered if he'd ever get another chance to have Jared's hands all over him like that. At times, Jensen thought he caught Jared looking at him with heat in his eyes, but then Jared would look away, and Jensen couldn't be sure it wasn't just wishful thinking.
Jensen's cock twitched again, and he stood up. "I'll, uh, I'll go get the oil," he said.
Jared grunted, eyes on the magazine.
Jensen rummaged in the small cabinet in the trailer's bathroom and came back with a bottle of massage oil. He handed it to Jared, who took it with a flash of...something in his eyes. Jared bent his head and unscrewed the cap, while Jensen took off his shirt.
Jared stood up and tossed the magazine on the floor. "Lie down," he said, gesturing at the couch.
Jensen lay down on his stomach, biting his lip as he fought the urge to rub his groin against the couch cushions. He flinched when he felt Jared drizzle the oil over his back. Jensen groaned when Jared's large hands followed as he began to massage the oil into Jensen's skin.
"Does that hurt?"
"No, it feels good."
"Harder?"
Oh god, Jensen thought. His cock began to throb. Not only was Jared touching him and stroking him, but now the conversation had taken a decidedly pervy turn. "Yeah," he rasped aloud. "Harder." Jensen hoped that didn't sound as breathy to Jared as it had to his own ears.
Jensen groaned again when Jared's fingers began digging into his stiff muscles. "You...you're good at this," he said, trying to distract himself from his raging hard-on.
"Maybe you can return the favor sometime," said Jared. There was a hint of a smile in his voice.
The suggestion didn't help ease the ache in Jensen's groin. "Yeah, sure," he said, striving to sound casual. "Just...ah, just let me know the next time you have any pain or s-stiffness."
"Jensen?"
Jared's voice was very close to Jensen's ear, and he shivered. "Y-yeah?" he stammered.
"My dick is stiff and sore."
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word count: 590
Disclaimer: This drabble was written for fun, not for profit. It is a work of fiction and in no way is intended to reflect on the lifestyles of the persons on whom it is based.
Written for : Birthday gift for enablelove, who asked for Jared/Jensen, back massage
Summary: Jensen's back is sore, and Jared offers him a hand...or two.
Jensen stretched, wincing as he tried to alleviate a twinge of pain in his back.
"What's wrong?" asked Jared. He glanced up from the magazine he was looking at, attention focused on Jensen.
"My back is tight," said Jensen. "I think I pulled something in that fight scene we did this morning."
Jensen had returned to his trailer to relax, and Jared invited himself in a few minutes later, claiming there was too much noise near his own trailer. He had then flopped on Jensen's couch, helped himself to Jensen's snacks, and was monopolizing Jensen's TV.
Jensen thought it was adorable, but he would never admit to it.
"Do you have any Icy Hot, or something to dull the pain?" Jared asked.
Jensen shook his head. "All I have on hand is some warming massage oil that one of the techies gave me for a joke."
"So, use that, then," Jared shrugged, returning his attention to Jensen's copy of Motor Trends.
"I can't exactly reach my own back, dumb ass."
"I'll rub it on for you," said Jared. He didn't bother looking up from the magazine.
Jensen realized his mouth had dropped open, and he quickly closed it and shifted in his chair. His cock had perked up at Jared's suggestion. Jensen wondered if he could accept a back massage from Jared and not end up coming in his boxers like a teenager. Then, he wondered if he'd ever get another chance to have Jared's hands all over him like that. At times, Jensen thought he caught Jared looking at him with heat in his eyes, but then Jared would look away, and Jensen couldn't be sure it wasn't just wishful thinking.
Jensen's cock twitched again, and he stood up. "I'll, uh, I'll go get the oil," he said.
Jared grunted, eyes on the magazine.
Jensen rummaged in the small cabinet in the trailer's bathroom and came back with a bottle of massage oil. He handed it to Jared, who took it with a flash of...something in his eyes. Jared bent his head and unscrewed the cap, while Jensen took off his shirt.
Jared stood up and tossed the magazine on the floor. "Lie down," he said, gesturing at the couch.
Jensen lay down on his stomach, biting his lip as he fought the urge to rub his groin against the couch cushions. He flinched when he felt Jared drizzle the oil over his back. Jensen groaned when Jared's large hands followed as he began to massage the oil into Jensen's skin.
"Does that hurt?"
"No, it feels good."
"Harder?"
Oh god, Jensen thought. His cock began to throb. Not only was Jared touching him and stroking him, but now the conversation had taken a decidedly pervy turn. "Yeah," he rasped aloud. "Harder." Jensen hoped that didn't sound as breathy to Jared as it had to his own ears.
Jensen groaned again when Jared's fingers began digging into his stiff muscles. "You...you're good at this," he said, trying to distract himself from his raging hard-on.
"Maybe you can return the favor sometime," said Jared. There was a hint of a smile in his voice.
The suggestion didn't help ease the ache in Jensen's groin. "Yeah, sure," he said, striving to sound casual. "Just...ah, just let me know the next time you have any pain or s-stiffness."
"Jensen?"
Jared's voice was very close to Jensen's ear, and he shivered. "Y-yeah?" he stammered.
"My dick is stiff and sore."