Porn-y Paragraphs
All written as part of technosage's porn-paragraph-a-thon.
For ebonypsyche: Jared/Chris - dirty
Jared can't remember the last time he heard anyone talk to him like this. In fact, he can't remember the last time he's heard things like this outside of a porn flick. Things like take it all, that's it and yeah, suck my cock so good, love it don't you and such a whore for me, gonna fuck you so good later, fuck you raw and make you beg for it, but then, this is Chris, and Jared knew he had a filthy mouth even before he went to his knees that first time. He knew it then, and he still knows it, even now, as he chokes on Chris' cock, taking it all like a pro as he presses the heel of his hand against his fly, trying to ease the ache in his own cock even as he feels the damp spot on his jeans. He sucks harder, cheeks hollowing with each bob of his head, and tears pool at the corners of his eyes as a hand tangles in his hair, tugs hard, and Jared knows just a few more words in that whiskey-rough voice will tip him over the edge and have him coming in his jeans like some green schoolboy. So he works harder, lips and fingers tacky with spit as he moves, wanting it, craving what only Chris can give him, and his control shatters as he feels the first twitch of Chris' cock, pulling back so the first hot spurt slashes across his cheek, and Jared smiles at the hoarse fuck yeah above his head.
For debarouchi: Jared/Chris - teeth
The air is full of the scent of sweat and sex and lube, and Jared pauses for a moment. He looks down, slides a hand over damp skin, fingers lingering over a bite mark marring the curve of one white cheek. There are other marks - scratches and scrapes and bruises - delivered by teeth and nails as they clashed, spurred on by a frenzy of lust and need. But this one…this one is perfect, flawless in an unbroken circle, and Jared runs his tongue over his teeth and smiles when Chris arches, growling at him to get on with it. Jared obliges, pulling almost completely out before slamming back in, curving forward to press his chest against Chris' back so he can close his teeth over the junction of shoulder and throat, biting almost hard enough to break skin so that Chris grunts deep in his throat and reaches back, blunt fingers digging into Jared's hip, fingernails leaving crescent moons as flesh slaps against flesh and Jared bites down again, marking Chris in ways neither of them will soon forget.
For stormcloude: JDM/Chris - leather
Keep still and don't make a sound, but Chris had jumped anyway as the words were whispered in his ear. He knew that husky voice, knew that it meant trouble with Jensen, Jared, and Steve just the other side of the partially closed door. But he held still, bit his bottom lip as something cool and smooth slid under his shirt to splay against his stomach, contracting the muscles there as Chris realized it was Jeff's hand. The hand slid lower, popped the button on his jeans, and Chris swallowed hard as he looked down, saw black leather encasing Jeff's hand. Jesus… It was all he could do to keep from groaning as leather-clad fingers dipped into his jeans, curled around his cock, started moving. A few quick, assured strokes had his hips bucking as he braced his hands against the wall in front of him, ducked his head so hair fell in his eyes. Jeff just chuckled, the sound whispering through the silence, and slid his hand faster, the leather warming as it slipped along Chris' cock. Chris couldn't help the low groan that escaped as Jeff's hand continued to work him, sleek leather sliding up and down hard, heated flesh in a delicious friction. He barely heard the murmured shh when he came, body jerking hard as he spilled over Jeff's fingers, soaked the inside of his jeans, and he barely had time to take a breath before Jeff spun him around, shoved him against a wall, and slid two leather-clad, come-soaked fingers between his lips, and Chris' cock twitched again.
For thehighwaywoman: Jensen/Chris/Steve - drunk
Steve, Chris decided, had the perfect navel for body shots. One of the best parts of it, really, was the fact that Steve wasn't terribly ticklish, so Chris was able to get in there, tongue swirling inside the depression to get every last drop of tequila. The other good part was that it made Steve hornier than a teenager with his first girl, and the only time he moved was when Chris turned his head, long hair brushing Steve's tanned skin, so Chris could watch Jensen's tongue slide up Steve's cock in a long, slow swipe. One hand reached out, fumbled, curled around the half-empty bottle of Patron, and hazel eyes twinkled as Jensen smiled when Chris leaned up to meet him at the head of Steve's cock, bottle tipping just enough to send a trickle of cool liquid sliding over Steve's skin, drawing a gasp from him as he arched off the bed, one hand knotting in Chris' hair, the other gripping tight to Jensen's shoulder, as the two of them set about seeing if they could make Steve scream before the tequila was gone.
For j2_babygirl86: Jared/Chris - dimples
Funny how Chris has never noticed those two tiny indentions bracketing Jared's spine just above the curve of his ass. But then, it's not often that Chris can get Jared like this, on his knees, hands curled tight around the headboard as Chris slams into him, the pace so hard and frantic that they can barely catch their breath. Now, though, Chris slows the pace, drawing each thrust out until Jared starts squirming. Those little indentions are placed just right for Chris' thumbs as he grips Jared's hips, pulls him back into each slow, deep thrust, and Chris watches as the muscles along Jared's back flex as he moves. Chris tightens his hands, watching the skin around his thumbs slowly turn white as he slams into Jared once more, hard enough this time to draw a grunt as Jared snaps his head up, shaggy hair flying, beads of sweat arcing through the air to spatter against Chris' chest. Jared's fingers tighten on the headboard, and Chris just smiles, already planning to spend some time mapping those indentions with his tongue just as soon as he's done fucking Jared through the mattress.
For insomnia_geek: Jared/Jensen - make-up
Jensen's still not sure how Jared managed to talk him into this. He's just going to blame it on the bottle of Jack they'd been splitting when the suggestion came up. Either way, here he is, perched on the toilet seat, eyes closed, as Jared works. Each soft, slow drag over his skin causes his heart to race a little faster as Jensen fights to keep from squirming. His jeans are uncomfortably tight over his growing erection, and he wants to beg Jared to hurry up and finish. And then, just when it's almost unbearable, Jared murmurs, "Finished," and Jensen bounces to his feet, eyes snapping open to look in the mirror. He stares at his expression, taking in the lines of thick kohl rimming his eyes in an Egyptian style design, the blood red that curves along his full lips. Then he glances up, meets Jared's gaze in the mirror as Jared presses against him, one hand sliding Jensen's zipper down to curl around his aching cock as the other comes up, fingers sliding over his mouth in a gesture that's almost obscene. Neither one of them makes a sound as Jared strokes Jensen, the head of his cock just peeking out past Jared's fist. Their gazes never drop, remaining locked as Jensen grips the edge of the sink tight and spills over Jared's fingers in a sticky rush, lipstick smeared across his face, eyes unblinking inside their frames of black.