PicSpam A J2 fic
Jensen grabbed his vibrating phone out of his jacket pocket. The text stared at him like the headlights of a car. 'I think I miss you.' He recognized Jared's phone number. Jensen held his breath and the phone and leaned heavily into the Impala.
It had been two weeks since a drugged Jensen and an overly worried Jared had kissed each other in Jared's house. They decided it had been a fluke and that they should just put it behind them. Of course that's when the awkwardness began. The two men, who usually spent all there time laughing and teasing each other. Now stammered uncomfortably and never made eye contact. Jensen was sure that Jared was disgusted by their behavior and that's why he chose to ignore Jensen. But Jensen couldn't look into Jared's hazel pools with out thinking of the way his mouth had tasted. How he had goaded Jared into licking his neck. How he meant it when he said he didn't want to do this the wrong way.
The phone vibrated again. He heard Jim call his name from the the set a few feet away, but ignored him. The words catching him off gaurd. 'I want to taste your mouth again.' Then another buzz. 'Please, don't hate me Jensen.'
Jensen's fingers danced over the keys. Worried that one of them would lose their courage again if he didn't send the message fast enough. 'I don't hate you! I miss you too. And your mouth.' He pushed send, but his head was screaming that what he said had been stupid.
'Guess what I'm doing?' The text tone changed. Jensen texted back a stupid answer and waited to see why Jared had changed the subject. Jim called him again but he waved at him to wait. The phone announced a picture message and Jensen went to retreive it. Jared's tanned body covered in suds and water droplets filled Jensen's screen. Underneath it simply said 'Shower'. Jensen stared at the rippling muscles shining under the soap. His dick grew as he studied the curve of Jared's deep hip bones at the bottom of the screen. He looked around to see if anyone was watching him. The hustle and bustle of the set buzzed around him. He climbed into the Impala and used his phone to snap a picture of his jeans bulging where his hard cock fought to be freed. He sent the picture to Jared with the caption: 'You're driving me crazy!'
He waited anxiously to see if Jared responed. He did and the picture was more than Jensen had expected. Jared's hand grasped his hard dick. Soap bubbles played around the stiffness. Jensen could almost feel the slick skin between his own fingers. He locked the driver door to the Impala and began tugging the zipper of his jeans down. His eyes glued to Jared's huge erection filling his phone screen. He stroked his own dick a few times, wondering what Jared's big hand would feel like gliding down his shaft. He snapped a pic of himself, cock hanging out of his jeans, hand yanking at the thick peice of meat between his legs. Jen sent the picture. Then threw down his phone. He freed himself a little more from the retrictive jeans and stroked his dick some more. The phone buzzed again. He grabbed it and read the text. 'Are you in the Impala?'
He answered yes and waited for Jared's response. The pic didn't disappoint. It was a shot of Jared laying on the bed. Still damp from the shower and still very naked. His erection hovering above his belly. Dean pulled at his own dick more frantically. He needed release. The secret text and pictures had him so turned on. His cock was red already and he could feel the pressure building as he studied every nuance of Jared's naked form. He thought about Jared, layin in bed, stroking himself and letting out soft little moans no one could hear. He wondered if his head had begun to thrash against the pillow. Or if the thin hips had begun to buck away from the crisp white sheets. Another text lit up the screen. "Wanna cum with me?' Jensen pumped his hand faster, warming his belly and traveling up through his whole body. After he shot his release, he snapped a pic of his cum covered dick. As soon as it was sent, Jared sent him a similar pic. The cum making slick pools across Jared's rock hard abs.
The knock on the passengers window (thank god those windows were tinted) brought him back to reality. He cleaned himself up the best he could, knowing he was going to have to ask wardrobe for another t-shirt and tried to come up with a plan for the next day. The day Jared would be on set shooting and he got to go home early.
It had been two weeks since a drugged Jensen and an overly worried Jared had kissed each other in Jared's house. They decided it had been a fluke and that they should just put it behind them. Of course that's when the awkwardness began. The two men, who usually spent all there time laughing and teasing each other. Now stammered uncomfortably and never made eye contact. Jensen was sure that Jared was disgusted by their behavior and that's why he chose to ignore Jensen. But Jensen couldn't look into Jared's hazel pools with out thinking of the way his mouth had tasted. How he had goaded Jared into licking his neck. How he meant it when he said he didn't want to do this the wrong way.
The phone vibrated again. He heard Jim call his name from the the set a few feet away, but ignored him. The words catching him off gaurd. 'I want to taste your mouth again.' Then another buzz. 'Please, don't hate me Jensen.'
Jensen's fingers danced over the keys. Worried that one of them would lose their courage again if he didn't send the message fast enough. 'I don't hate you! I miss you too. And your mouth.' He pushed send, but his head was screaming that what he said had been stupid.
'Guess what I'm doing?' The text tone changed. Jensen texted back a stupid answer and waited to see why Jared had changed the subject. Jim called him again but he waved at him to wait. The phone announced a picture message and Jensen went to retreive it. Jared's tanned body covered in suds and water droplets filled Jensen's screen. Underneath it simply said 'Shower'. Jensen stared at the rippling muscles shining under the soap. His dick grew as he studied the curve of Jared's deep hip bones at the bottom of the screen. He looked around to see if anyone was watching him. The hustle and bustle of the set buzzed around him. He climbed into the Impala and used his phone to snap a picture of his jeans bulging where his hard cock fought to be freed. He sent the picture to Jared with the caption: 'You're driving me crazy!'
He waited anxiously to see if Jared responed. He did and the picture was more than Jensen had expected. Jared's hand grasped his hard dick. Soap bubbles played around the stiffness. Jensen could almost feel the slick skin between his own fingers. He locked the driver door to the Impala and began tugging the zipper of his jeans down. His eyes glued to Jared's huge erection filling his phone screen. He stroked his own dick a few times, wondering what Jared's big hand would feel like gliding down his shaft. He snapped a pic of himself, cock hanging out of his jeans, hand yanking at the thick peice of meat between his legs. Jen sent the picture. Then threw down his phone. He freed himself a little more from the retrictive jeans and stroked his dick some more. The phone buzzed again. He grabbed it and read the text. 'Are you in the Impala?'
He answered yes and waited for Jared's response. The pic didn't disappoint. It was a shot of Jared laying on the bed. Still damp from the shower and still very naked. His erection hovering above his belly. Dean pulled at his own dick more frantically. He needed release. The secret text and pictures had him so turned on. His cock was red already and he could feel the pressure building as he studied every nuance of Jared's naked form. He thought about Jared, layin in bed, stroking himself and letting out soft little moans no one could hear. He wondered if his head had begun to thrash against the pillow. Or if the thin hips had begun to buck away from the crisp white sheets. Another text lit up the screen. "Wanna cum with me?' Jensen pumped his hand faster, warming his belly and traveling up through his whole body. After he shot his release, he snapped a pic of his cum covered dick. As soon as it was sent, Jared sent him a similar pic. The cum making slick pools across Jared's rock hard abs.
The knock on the passengers window (thank god those windows were tinted) brought him back to reality. He cleaned himself up the best he could, knowing he was going to have to ask wardrobe for another t-shirt and tried to come up with a plan for the next day. The day Jared would be on set shooting and he got to go home early.