Fic: (il)Licit, Part 3
Please see The Prologue for story information and table of contents.
Sandy didn’t explain anything.
“So what? He showed up and tried to go all dominatrix on you. And discovered that he was right, you’d been watching his porn. That has nothing to do with me. Well, that has little to do with me. And I’ve got a few choice words for his little ‘who’s your dealer’ spiel. If you need help with this one, sweetie, I’m all for helping you. Advice, a few of those tapes we made a few months back when I got that new video camera, describe proper deep throat technique?”
Jared rolls his eyes. “My technique’s fine, thanks.”
Sandy has no answer to that. “I just want to help, sweetie. Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”
Jensen’s nothing but professional at the set the next day, close and comfortable and mischievous and brotherly.
Well, almost.
“Want to turn you around and throw you over the hood of this car and fucking have you, right here,” Jensen whispers to him between takes, low and assured. Jared swallows, audibly, keeps his cool. “I bet you’ve never even done this before, bet you’ll be so tight it’ll take me fucking you twice to get it right and get you off.”
“Never heard anybody own up to not getting it right the first time,” Jared says, turning to look at him. Jensen’s looking straight ahead, jaw still set in ‘Dean’.
“I’m nothin’ if not humble,” Jensen remarks. “And nobody’s ever held me up over my imagination.”
“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Jared asks, lips pursed off to one side. “Can’t wait until you get a little courage to go with that imagination, too.”
Jensen looks over to him, a fleeting look with pupils blown, mouth open like he’s daring Jared to just get it over with and take him, in front of all his co-workers. Before Jared can step away, turn around, or tease, Jensen’s melting back into Dean and Jared’s raising Sam’s gun and the cameras are back on again.
Jared’ll figure out those quick wits, one of these days.
Later, Jensen’s in Jared’s trailer when he walks in, and Jared can feel his whole body buzz like it’s going on red-alert. He opens his mouth to say something forceful and intelligent like ‘what do you want?’ or ‘When are you gonna give up this butch routine and let me fuck you?’ or a number of other pre-written comebacks when Jensen pushes his down on the sofa, straddles him, and kisses Jared like he’s ready for this war to be over.
If there’s one thing that Max never really made Jared imagine about his could-be relationship with Jensen, it was definitely kissing. Jared thinks open-mouth sloppy kisses on film are about on the same level as those moans all the lead ladies scream in straight and lesbian porn movies: they’re token, throwaway affection. But Jensen’s spread out on top of him, all fluid and raw and they’re kissing like a pair of horny teenagers. Jared groans, angles his head, sits back and enjoys. Jensen’s low moan goes straight to Jared’s cock, and Jared wraps a hand on Jensen’s back, and the other slides into his hair.
“You like this.” Jensen smiles, flicking a hand over Jared’s half-hard erection.
“Shut up and kiss me again,” Jared moans, using the hand in his hair to wrench Jensen back down to his mouth.
“Gonna make you come in your pants at this rate, sasquatch.” Jensen laughs, and slides his tongue in Jared’s mouth.
“Like to see you try,” Jared challenges.
Jensen’s hands in his hair tip Jared’s head back. Jensen runs his tongue over the arch of Jared’s chin softly, batting his eyes.
“Know what I’d like to see?” Jensen asks, voice still smooth like silk. “I wanna see you riding my cock, wanna see you beg me to come like your body can’t work without my permission. Wanna see you lose your fucking mind. Think you’re gonna get laid, Jared? You’re gonna get buried by the time I’m done with you.”
“Talk too much,” Jared groans, turning Jensen over so he’s wedged between the sofa and Jared’s eclipsing weight. He can feel Jensen shimmy under him like a blanket, curling up to slide his lips against Jared’s instead of to take a nap. Wet open mouthed kisses that lose all technique in the wild slide of tongue to tongue should provoke Jared to make a move, to slide two of his fingers into Jensen’s mouth before pulling them out and sliding them down the back of his jeans- make Jensen’s body betray him in the way Jared’s has been betraying him for the last few months- but Jared thinks this might just be too good to worry about that right now.
When they’re called back to set, Jensen and Jared look absolutely debauched. Jared can tell from the way Jensen looks, the way he’s almost draped across Jared’s back, the way he’s breathing hard in Jared’s ear, and that bulge where his erection obviously is. His lips are swollen full like someone’s been biting at them, and Jensen’s high cheeks are close to being completely flushed with color and his pupils are just this side of blown.
Jared grins against Jensen’s lips. For the months of foreplay that’s been involved- the dirty talk, all of the vinegar-soaked fantasies of holding Jensen down and sliding in, the dreams of teasing Jensen until his walls break down and Jared can’t tell whether he’s fucking Jensen, or Max or any other character Jensen has played in his ever-expanding acting career, and all of the time he spent whacking off to pictures of a young Max Sin and dreaming about what it would be like to touch him just once that way in real life- Jared thinks kissing Jensen might just be his new favorite thing.
Jensen must have super-porno action radar, Jared realizes with a sigh, and it almost kills the high he gets from watching ‘Backdoor boyz’. Jared’s on his couch, warm from the wine he drank with dinner, and he figures that if Jensen’s not going to take off some of this tension, he might as well.
Jared gets up off his couch to get a glass of water, a bottle of lube and a box of Kleenex before he does this and when he gets back, Jensen’s sitting there on the couch, the box in his fingers.
“Oh, man,” Jensen says. “I remember this one. Just a bunch of guys having fun one minute and then someone goes ‘you know you look like you guys could SO be in a boyband!’”
“Jen,” Jared says, sitting the glass of water down and sighing. “Jen, why are you here?”
He realizes that he doesn’t quite sound as embarrassed as he probably should.
“Well, the bars around here weren’t nearly as interesting as in LA, so I decided what’s the point of going there when I’ve got a co-star that’s trying to use my old sex tapes to ail his sexuality crisis?” Jensen says. “And besides, I’ve never actually seen a whole one of these for myself, always freaked me out.”
“And you think it will be less freaky if I’m here watching it with you?” Jared asks. That kind of statement is so stupid that Jensen would never say it if it weren’t true. “And besides, I only watch the parts with Max in it.”
“You don’t have to refer to him in the third person, you know. He’s pretty much sitting right next to you.”
“Don’t tell me that,” Jared sighs, sitting back and covering his face with a hand. If he thinks about it, if he thinks about Max sitting right there beside him, he’s going to pin Jensen down and make him lose control and totally wreck this whole competitive vibe they both have going on.
“I’m sorry if referring to my old porn career isn’t helping your sexuality crisis.” Jensen shrugs. “I’m gonna go get some popcorn.”
“Jensen, I don’t have a sexuality crisis,” Jared says, pulling him back down onto the sofa when he tries to get up. “I have a you crisis.”
“You say that like you want to be admitted to a psychiatric hospital. Besides, I’ll be quiet, I promise.” Jensen smiles. “C’mon, if it gets boring, I’ll suck your cock.”
Jared has the sickening worry that this is probably not the first time Jensen’s pulled this little act, but it’s okay, he figures. He takes a sip of water, plays dumb, sets out the lube and the Kleenex, and sits back. Jensen’s all sprawled out beside him, in jeans and a grungy t-shirt, and Jared’s still thinking of the last time Jensen was here but he presses play, anyway.
Max is the ‘sensitive one’. This obviously requires wearing ugly orange camouflage parachute pants and tight black shirts and jackets that look like they’re made from absurd tire-roadkill hybrids, moving with a practiced ease and flirting with his co-stars. It also requires him to purse his lips a lot and act like he cares about everything. Jared thinks it’s cute, and an easy role for Jensen because he does the pursing thing a lot and if he reads the newspaper, he starts spouting off things like he cares about whales and African children and things like that. It doesn’t matter, Jared supposes, because there’s not much acting involved, and they can all carry a convincing tune through the quaint little interview-style setup, and before Jared can keep track with his upstairs brain, Max is wedged between the ‘heartthrob’ and the ‘bad boy’s arms, camera focusing as the two of them begin kissing and undressing and pressing Max backwards onto the bed.
A few minutes of making out, skin shifting on skin, tangled legs and straining cocks, but Jared’s dick wakes up when Max slides down, fraction by fraction, and eventually takes the heartthrob’s cock into his mouth. It might just be one of the most ridiculously hot things that Jared’s ever seen while watching Max. The adorable smirk as his tongue swirls over the head, batting eyelashes while he asks ‘may I’, the soft exhale before Max’s lips wrap around the head, and the soft groan as Max takes the shaft in deep, exhaling again before opening up his throat and letting that cock slide all the way in, until his nose is crushing into the abdomen of that moaning, crooning ‘bandmate’ above him. Over Max’s shoulder, the other partner in the scene is pulling Max back onto an impossibly long dick, seating it in one complete thrust. The camera changes perspective as Max works himself on both ends, moaning as he lifts himself up on hands and knees to split himself on dick in both directions.
Jared’s hard. As nails. And he doesn’t understand how he didn’t react to it at first, his whole body on autopilot, apparently, but Jensen’s head is in his lap, deep throating him just like Max on the tape, same rhythm, same timing, they might as well be synchronized.
“You’ve seen this before?” Jared asks. “Am I really that gullible?”
“Not really. I remember making this but it’s not like I choreograph all my seductions to my seedy-looking pornographic repertoire. You just looked like you wanted the full sensory experience,” Jensen grins as he ducks his head back down and takes Jared back into his mouth. Jared tries to catch his breath, tries to focus on the movie instead of Jensen’s mouth. It’s futile, thinking that he can assess Max’s performance while Jensen’s lips are around him at last, so he revels in the feel of sinking into Jensen’s throat over and over again, trying to control himself even though that tight hot wetness and that soft ledge he keeps falling over in the back of Jensen’s throat is absolutely divine.
Max is daring the ‘heartthrob’ to come all over his face, stroking the cock with rapturous attention.
“Jen,” Jared says, tapping on Jensen’s head. “Jen, you should see this.”
“What?” Jensen groans, lifting off and Jared moans, low when he sees every inch slide out of Jensen’s mouth. Brows furrowed, Jared tries hard not to let his hips chase Jensen, but this is important.
On screen, Max takes a load to the face, reeds of whiteness over cheeks and soft full lips and long pretty eyelashes, come painted in wide lines across his face.
Jensen turns back around to face Jared with the scariest smile Jared’s ever seen. “I think I wanna try that.”
“Oh god!” Jared hisses as Jensen’s fingers wrap around him at the base and give him a pull harsh enough to trick Jared into thinking that his dick is going to fall right off his body. “Jen! Slow!”
“No, Jay,” Jensen’s voice is slow and insistent. “I want it now.”
“Fuck,” Jared pants. “Jensen.”
Jensen’s voice is in a smug, soft and innocent whisper. “Don’t you want to see it? My face covered in your come, all of it all over? You want that, right? You’ve thought about it, haven’t you?”
“Jen, I’m going to…” Jared gasps, and he opens his eyes to see his hips arching, his cock shaking, come jutting out and hitting Jensen’s lips, cheeks, chin like a beard. On TV, Max comes as the cock that’s been in his ass carefully withdraws, leaving come to leak slowly from his fucked-open entrance as it drips down the back of Max’s thighs. Jared moans again, looking at Max’s absolutely ruined form on the couch. Jared jerks again and there’s a fleeting thought that his body might just ramp back up to high alert again, too soon for Jared to handle. Jensen only backs off when Jared’s breath catches and his cock is finally going limp. Max is trying to catch his breath on screen, lips abused as he turns around and lays on his back like he’s getting ready for another round. Max is sucking on his fingers like he’s still hungry when Jensen carefully takes the time to pack him back into his pants, like it’s not midnight in Jared’s apartment, like he’s about to go on set.
Jensen makes a show of sitting back down on the couch, face covered in Jared’s come, opening his mouth, and licking his lips slowly. He brings a finger up, tracing it over the bottom of his face like he’s willing to let it dry as long as it doesn’t drip, and sucks his fingertip slow and long, lips smacking afterward. “Hmm, Tasty.”
Jared sits there, open mouthed on his side of the couch, watching Jensen lick his fingertips. He turns the TV off. “Fuck it.”
Jared’s lips open and he pulls Jensen to him. A tremble slides up Jared’s back, just enough and something twists inside Jared just enough to open his mouth, tongue swiping in long, soft line up Jensen’s cheek. Jensen moans, grabs onto Jared softly. There’s that first soft taste of Jensen’s skin, firm and warm and still a little salty. Jared keeps licking, keeps kissing until Jensen’s lain out underneath him on the couch, and there are hands at Jensen’s belt buckle. Jared moans, keeps trying to move to undo Jensen’s belt.
“We need…” Jensen sighs.
“We need what? Condoms? Check that drawer over there,” Jared says. He’s huffing, horny, hasn’t felt this on edge since puberty, ready and raring to jump Jensen’s bones. “C’mon. What’s up? What’s wrong?”
“Jared,” Jensen whines, hand on Jared’s chest. “You want Max.”
Jared tries his hardest not to laugh at Jensen’s sense of timing. He runs his mouth, saliva slick and swollen, over Jensen’s cheek again. “That’s the stupidest…”
“Jared,” Jensen says.
“Fuck, Jen. You think Sandy would send me porn starring you and your super abilities to suck cock if I hadn’t already told her I wanted you? Why do you think I broke up with her in the first place, huh?” Jared asks, amazed. “I want you, Jensen fucking Ackles. I’m not idiotic enough to think that you’re all porn star, all the time. I wanted you before this shit started. That one night when you were so fucking drunk? Wished like god you remembered that, wanted you so bad.”
“What?” Jensen asks. “You remember…”
“You were the one drunk off your ass. That fine, three dimensional ass,” Jared grins wide and long, running a hand down Jensen’s side before leaning over, sucking on Jensen’s neck. Jared rubs against him, from his head all the way to his toes, and smiles when Jensen keens as his head falls backward. “See, Max, he’s mighty pretty, but he’s a little on the young side for me, although that technique he has, flawless. You, though? All this is touchable, kissable, fuckable. Maybe we haven’t been close enough for you to find it out first hand, but I’m the kind of guy who enjoys the interactive much more. Look at me.”
Jensen looks up, Jared grins down at him.
“Yeah. Like that,” Jared says, and pushes himself back up over Jensen’s body again, resting on his elbows. “Max couldn’t even do that if he was sitting right in front of me. So much I want to do with you. I’ll pull the porn star out of you, Jen. I’ll pull Max Sin right out until you’re moaning like that for me. All that cute little act? Make you wonder about everything you’ve ever did with anybody else. You’re gonna feel getting fucked like it’s meant to be felt.”
Jensen’s little sideways smile feels like an open invitation, and Jared takes it with open arms, licking into Jensen’s mouth, biting at Jensen’s lips. Jensen’s heaving under him, kissing him back as hard as he can with teeth and tongue. The frottage is hot and frantic, and reminds Jared of how it was that first night, all point and fuck-drunk rhythm, and Jared decides to put his money where his mouth is.
“I’m not going to suck your cock,” Jared smiles, lets Jensen think he’s going to keep him on edge. He holds down Jensen’s hips, licking the inside of Jensen’s mouth, lazy tongue on lazy tongue.
“What?” Jensen’s ready to argue, but Jared keeps rubbing against him anyway. It’s even more frantic, until Jensen’s wrapped around him, shaking. “Jared, what are you…”
Jared grins, running his lips up Jensen’s cheek and whispers in his ear. “Come.”
Jensen’s hand tightens on Jared’s shoulder as he pushes up against him and moans, muscles locking into place as Jared watches him find his release. The electrifying feeling of good timing and the rush of power of Jensen giving into him on the utterance of one word makes Jared groan deep and almost come, too.
“Oh god, fuckin’ turn me into a goddamn teenager,” Jensen says. “How do you expect me to fucking work tomorrow knowing that I fucking came that hard simply because you rubbed up on me and told me to come? Better fuck me in the back of a parked car soon, asshole. And you’d better be taking me to the prom.”
“I’ll fuck you in a bed. Soon,” Jared grins, kissing Jensen hard.
“Tonight?” Jensen asks.
Jared thinks about this, eyes fluttering and sighing. He imagines spreading Jensen out in perfectly ruffled sheets, swallowing him whole and making him absolutely crazy, and then getting out of bed at five o’clock in the morning and being Sam fucking Winchester. “Nah.”
Jensen looks pensive, maybe a little confused.
Jared rests his forehead against Jensen’s, “Soon. Sooner than you think. Who knows, might creep up on you and drag you back to my secret lair.”
Jensen laughs, husky and deep. “Kinky.”
“Ima have you dress up like the ‘sensitive one’ again, you keep giving me all that lip,” Jared says. “And I want you, I don’t know what’s going to make you realize that.”
“Thought you liked my lips,” Jensen takes Jared’s earlobe into his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth.
“Haven’t figured out what I don’t like about you yet,” Jared sighs, and kisses Jensen one last time. He’s giddy, buzzing, and a little love-drunk. He gets up and takes a drink of water from the forgotten glass on the table, next to the lube and Kleenex. This needs time, strategy, and patience, and Jared is in short supply of all three right now.
“Wait, so let me get this straight,” Sandy says, as Jared paces in his trailer. “You sat down and watched ‘Backdoor Boyz’ with a ‘z’ in the title, with Jensen right there. He got you off, you got him off, you were a grand total of fifteen steps away from your bed and your endless supply of condoms, and you decided that you wanted to actually be able to work today so you told him no? Have I not taught you anything?”
“That’s not true,” Jared says. “It was late, I wanted to be good. I couldn’t be good on a sofa and I sure as hell didn’t want to drag things out so that it would be awkward between us.”
“Jensen’s a professional, and you’re a professional, last time I checked. No matter how hard you came while rubbing up against each other like teenagers,” Sandy says, and Jared can imagine her right now, all pin straight hair and manicured hands on the crease where her jeans cease and her skin begins. He used to fantasize about that, spend days thinking about licking that line around her waist in one continuous stroke. She’s babbling now, and all he can think about is his tongue on Jensen’s stomach, drawing idle patterns that cover every inch.
“This was so not what he had planned for when he sent me all that porn,” Sandy sighs.
Jared stops pacing, and sits down. He feels like he needs to focus on this.
“What?” Jared asks.
“Jared, you have to have put two and two together by now, sweetie. Think with your upstairs brain on this one. Of course Jensen gave me the porn. I mean, I asked him about it, first. Not like your co-star would blurt something that potentially career-ruining to his co-star’s girlfriend at random, but really Jared. What did you expect? ‘Oh, I found all of Jensen Ackles’ extremely extensive back-catalogue in pornography and I’m going to spoon feed it to you until you grow a pair and ask him out on a date because god knows blackmail can’t get a girl anywhere in this town?’”
“Ha ha,” Jared says flatly. This isn’t amusing at all.
“Look, baby,” Sandy’s getting motherly, Jared thinks to himself, but that’s okay, because she means well, and most ex-girlfriends would never do that, he supposes, “he wants you as much as you want him. He wanted me to help him do this because he thought you were completely oblivious and all hetero and everything adorable like that, and he wanted you to test the waters without making everybody involved look like an idiot. And I told him yes because, well… I wanted to see you happy. It was completely for you.”
“You mean he wanted to test the waters without making himself look like an idiot,” Jared laughs. “And I know you kept some for yourself.”
“Some? Come over the next time you’re in LA and I’ll give you a copy of the hottest mutual masturbation and fisting film ever committed to celluloid. And besides, I just couldn’t part ways with Womanhandled Two and other various hits,” she says. “Look, he’s right where you’ve always wanted him. We’ve talked about this before, sweetie. You’ve thought about every little detail before. So just, you know, do something.”
“You know way too much about the male mindset,” Jared laughs.
“Who do you think arranged the order all those tapes got sent to you? I watched every one of them and I have to say, if you don’t get on that, I’m coming up there with that strap…”
Jared cuts her off curtly. “ Sandra. Thank you.”
“All I’m saying is that you can do anything you can imagine while in bed with Jensen, as his extensive background in sex work illustrates. Just do it, sweetie,” Sandy says, and Jared sighs.
“I know.”
“And tell that fucker that he’s so going to be dead after this audition,” Sandy barks. “I’m going now, I’ll talk to you later. Knock’em dead for me?”
“Dead? Sure,” Jared smiles. “You too, on that audition. What’s it for, anyway?”
“Oh no, I’ve already told you way too much, not going there,” Sandy laughs, and says her goodbyes before Jared can try to pull an answer out of her.
Sandy’s right, though. He was ridiculous for not being more pressing about where Sandy had gotten this huge stash. Who can blame him? It’s not everyday when you fall down a proverbial rabbit hole while tracking the career of the person you’re crushing on very intensely and following it through his ‘barely legal’ phase. Jared snaps the phone shut and rests it in his hand, looking out into space very intensely.
Okay. Time to be creative.
Jensen’s sitting on the steps of his trailer when Jared passes by to see if he’s still on set. He’s eating a banana, and Jared’s surprised that nobody’s trying to censor those lips as they wrap around the curve of the fruit, teeth carefully breaking off a piece into Jensen’s mouth.
“Hey,” Jared says, and decides that he’s an actor and he can fucking do this, goddamnit. “You doing anything tonight?”
“I might have plans,” Jensen purrs, with a half bored shrug and a lazy smile. Jared can’t tell if it’s a taunt. “Why, Jare?”
“I want you at my place at nine,” Jared hopes he doesn’t sound like an idiot, but Jensen’s looking right through that transparent macho bullshit and still playing along.
“Oh?” Jensen asks. Jared knows he wants to make this a challenge. That’s not very surprising, when Jared thinks about it. Jensen bites off another piece of his banana and sighs, all devil may care. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“You do that,” Jared says. “And Jen?”
“Hmm?” Jensen asks, nonchalantly.
Jared crowds around him close, intimate and predatory in his ear, “Wear the jacket.”
“What, Jared? Got spots in your eyes?” Jensen smirks.
“In war, let the object of your desire be victory, not a lengthy conquest,” Jared says.
Jensen smiles at that. Jared can feel it as he walks away.
Next
Sandy didn’t explain anything.
“So what? He showed up and tried to go all dominatrix on you. And discovered that he was right, you’d been watching his porn. That has nothing to do with me. Well, that has little to do with me. And I’ve got a few choice words for his little ‘who’s your dealer’ spiel. If you need help with this one, sweetie, I’m all for helping you. Advice, a few of those tapes we made a few months back when I got that new video camera, describe proper deep throat technique?”
Jared rolls his eyes. “My technique’s fine, thanks.”
Sandy has no answer to that. “I just want to help, sweetie. Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”
Jensen’s nothing but professional at the set the next day, close and comfortable and mischievous and brotherly.
Well, almost.
“Want to turn you around and throw you over the hood of this car and fucking have you, right here,” Jensen whispers to him between takes, low and assured. Jared swallows, audibly, keeps his cool. “I bet you’ve never even done this before, bet you’ll be so tight it’ll take me fucking you twice to get it right and get you off.”
“Never heard anybody own up to not getting it right the first time,” Jared says, turning to look at him. Jensen’s looking straight ahead, jaw still set in ‘Dean’.
“I’m nothin’ if not humble,” Jensen remarks. “And nobody’s ever held me up over my imagination.”
“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Jared asks, lips pursed off to one side. “Can’t wait until you get a little courage to go with that imagination, too.”
Jensen looks over to him, a fleeting look with pupils blown, mouth open like he’s daring Jared to just get it over with and take him, in front of all his co-workers. Before Jared can step away, turn around, or tease, Jensen’s melting back into Dean and Jared’s raising Sam’s gun and the cameras are back on again.
Jared’ll figure out those quick wits, one of these days.
Later, Jensen’s in Jared’s trailer when he walks in, and Jared can feel his whole body buzz like it’s going on red-alert. He opens his mouth to say something forceful and intelligent like ‘what do you want?’ or ‘When are you gonna give up this butch routine and let me fuck you?’ or a number of other pre-written comebacks when Jensen pushes his down on the sofa, straddles him, and kisses Jared like he’s ready for this war to be over.
If there’s one thing that Max never really made Jared imagine about his could-be relationship with Jensen, it was definitely kissing. Jared thinks open-mouth sloppy kisses on film are about on the same level as those moans all the lead ladies scream in straight and lesbian porn movies: they’re token, throwaway affection. But Jensen’s spread out on top of him, all fluid and raw and they’re kissing like a pair of horny teenagers. Jared groans, angles his head, sits back and enjoys. Jensen’s low moan goes straight to Jared’s cock, and Jared wraps a hand on Jensen’s back, and the other slides into his hair.
“You like this.” Jensen smiles, flicking a hand over Jared’s half-hard erection.
“Shut up and kiss me again,” Jared moans, using the hand in his hair to wrench Jensen back down to his mouth.
“Gonna make you come in your pants at this rate, sasquatch.” Jensen laughs, and slides his tongue in Jared’s mouth.
“Like to see you try,” Jared challenges.
Jensen’s hands in his hair tip Jared’s head back. Jensen runs his tongue over the arch of Jared’s chin softly, batting his eyes.
“Know what I’d like to see?” Jensen asks, voice still smooth like silk. “I wanna see you riding my cock, wanna see you beg me to come like your body can’t work without my permission. Wanna see you lose your fucking mind. Think you’re gonna get laid, Jared? You’re gonna get buried by the time I’m done with you.”
“Talk too much,” Jared groans, turning Jensen over so he’s wedged between the sofa and Jared’s eclipsing weight. He can feel Jensen shimmy under him like a blanket, curling up to slide his lips against Jared’s instead of to take a nap. Wet open mouthed kisses that lose all technique in the wild slide of tongue to tongue should provoke Jared to make a move, to slide two of his fingers into Jensen’s mouth before pulling them out and sliding them down the back of his jeans- make Jensen’s body betray him in the way Jared’s has been betraying him for the last few months- but Jared thinks this might just be too good to worry about that right now.
When they’re called back to set, Jensen and Jared look absolutely debauched. Jared can tell from the way Jensen looks, the way he’s almost draped across Jared’s back, the way he’s breathing hard in Jared’s ear, and that bulge where his erection obviously is. His lips are swollen full like someone’s been biting at them, and Jensen’s high cheeks are close to being completely flushed with color and his pupils are just this side of blown.
Jared grins against Jensen’s lips. For the months of foreplay that’s been involved- the dirty talk, all of the vinegar-soaked fantasies of holding Jensen down and sliding in, the dreams of teasing Jensen until his walls break down and Jared can’t tell whether he’s fucking Jensen, or Max or any other character Jensen has played in his ever-expanding acting career, and all of the time he spent whacking off to pictures of a young Max Sin and dreaming about what it would be like to touch him just once that way in real life- Jared thinks kissing Jensen might just be his new favorite thing.
Jensen must have super-porno action radar, Jared realizes with a sigh, and it almost kills the high he gets from watching ‘Backdoor boyz’. Jared’s on his couch, warm from the wine he drank with dinner, and he figures that if Jensen’s not going to take off some of this tension, he might as well.
Jared gets up off his couch to get a glass of water, a bottle of lube and a box of Kleenex before he does this and when he gets back, Jensen’s sitting there on the couch, the box in his fingers.
“Oh, man,” Jensen says. “I remember this one. Just a bunch of guys having fun one minute and then someone goes ‘you know you look like you guys could SO be in a boyband!’”
“Jen,” Jared says, sitting the glass of water down and sighing. “Jen, why are you here?”
He realizes that he doesn’t quite sound as embarrassed as he probably should.
“Well, the bars around here weren’t nearly as interesting as in LA, so I decided what’s the point of going there when I’ve got a co-star that’s trying to use my old sex tapes to ail his sexuality crisis?” Jensen says. “And besides, I’ve never actually seen a whole one of these for myself, always freaked me out.”
“And you think it will be less freaky if I’m here watching it with you?” Jared asks. That kind of statement is so stupid that Jensen would never say it if it weren’t true. “And besides, I only watch the parts with Max in it.”
“You don’t have to refer to him in the third person, you know. He’s pretty much sitting right next to you.”
“Don’t tell me that,” Jared sighs, sitting back and covering his face with a hand. If he thinks about it, if he thinks about Max sitting right there beside him, he’s going to pin Jensen down and make him lose control and totally wreck this whole competitive vibe they both have going on.
“I’m sorry if referring to my old porn career isn’t helping your sexuality crisis.” Jensen shrugs. “I’m gonna go get some popcorn.”
“Jensen, I don’t have a sexuality crisis,” Jared says, pulling him back down onto the sofa when he tries to get up. “I have a you crisis.”
“You say that like you want to be admitted to a psychiatric hospital. Besides, I’ll be quiet, I promise.” Jensen smiles. “C’mon, if it gets boring, I’ll suck your cock.”
Jared has the sickening worry that this is probably not the first time Jensen’s pulled this little act, but it’s okay, he figures. He takes a sip of water, plays dumb, sets out the lube and the Kleenex, and sits back. Jensen’s all sprawled out beside him, in jeans and a grungy t-shirt, and Jared’s still thinking of the last time Jensen was here but he presses play, anyway.
Max is the ‘sensitive one’. This obviously requires wearing ugly orange camouflage parachute pants and tight black shirts and jackets that look like they’re made from absurd tire-roadkill hybrids, moving with a practiced ease and flirting with his co-stars. It also requires him to purse his lips a lot and act like he cares about everything. Jared thinks it’s cute, and an easy role for Jensen because he does the pursing thing a lot and if he reads the newspaper, he starts spouting off things like he cares about whales and African children and things like that. It doesn’t matter, Jared supposes, because there’s not much acting involved, and they can all carry a convincing tune through the quaint little interview-style setup, and before Jared can keep track with his upstairs brain, Max is wedged between the ‘heartthrob’ and the ‘bad boy’s arms, camera focusing as the two of them begin kissing and undressing and pressing Max backwards onto the bed.
A few minutes of making out, skin shifting on skin, tangled legs and straining cocks, but Jared’s dick wakes up when Max slides down, fraction by fraction, and eventually takes the heartthrob’s cock into his mouth. It might just be one of the most ridiculously hot things that Jared’s ever seen while watching Max. The adorable smirk as his tongue swirls over the head, batting eyelashes while he asks ‘may I’, the soft exhale before Max’s lips wrap around the head, and the soft groan as Max takes the shaft in deep, exhaling again before opening up his throat and letting that cock slide all the way in, until his nose is crushing into the abdomen of that moaning, crooning ‘bandmate’ above him. Over Max’s shoulder, the other partner in the scene is pulling Max back onto an impossibly long dick, seating it in one complete thrust. The camera changes perspective as Max works himself on both ends, moaning as he lifts himself up on hands and knees to split himself on dick in both directions.
Jared’s hard. As nails. And he doesn’t understand how he didn’t react to it at first, his whole body on autopilot, apparently, but Jensen’s head is in his lap, deep throating him just like Max on the tape, same rhythm, same timing, they might as well be synchronized.
“You’ve seen this before?” Jared asks. “Am I really that gullible?”
“Not really. I remember making this but it’s not like I choreograph all my seductions to my seedy-looking pornographic repertoire. You just looked like you wanted the full sensory experience,” Jensen grins as he ducks his head back down and takes Jared back into his mouth. Jared tries to catch his breath, tries to focus on the movie instead of Jensen’s mouth. It’s futile, thinking that he can assess Max’s performance while Jensen’s lips are around him at last, so he revels in the feel of sinking into Jensen’s throat over and over again, trying to control himself even though that tight hot wetness and that soft ledge he keeps falling over in the back of Jensen’s throat is absolutely divine.
Max is daring the ‘heartthrob’ to come all over his face, stroking the cock with rapturous attention.
“Jen,” Jared says, tapping on Jensen’s head. “Jen, you should see this.”
“What?” Jensen groans, lifting off and Jared moans, low when he sees every inch slide out of Jensen’s mouth. Brows furrowed, Jared tries hard not to let his hips chase Jensen, but this is important.
On screen, Max takes a load to the face, reeds of whiteness over cheeks and soft full lips and long pretty eyelashes, come painted in wide lines across his face.
Jensen turns back around to face Jared with the scariest smile Jared’s ever seen. “I think I wanna try that.”
“Oh god!” Jared hisses as Jensen’s fingers wrap around him at the base and give him a pull harsh enough to trick Jared into thinking that his dick is going to fall right off his body. “Jen! Slow!”
“No, Jay,” Jensen’s voice is slow and insistent. “I want it now.”
“Fuck,” Jared pants. “Jensen.”
Jensen’s voice is in a smug, soft and innocent whisper. “Don’t you want to see it? My face covered in your come, all of it all over? You want that, right? You’ve thought about it, haven’t you?”
“Jen, I’m going to…” Jared gasps, and he opens his eyes to see his hips arching, his cock shaking, come jutting out and hitting Jensen’s lips, cheeks, chin like a beard. On TV, Max comes as the cock that’s been in his ass carefully withdraws, leaving come to leak slowly from his fucked-open entrance as it drips down the back of Max’s thighs. Jared moans again, looking at Max’s absolutely ruined form on the couch. Jared jerks again and there’s a fleeting thought that his body might just ramp back up to high alert again, too soon for Jared to handle. Jensen only backs off when Jared’s breath catches and his cock is finally going limp. Max is trying to catch his breath on screen, lips abused as he turns around and lays on his back like he’s getting ready for another round. Max is sucking on his fingers like he’s still hungry when Jensen carefully takes the time to pack him back into his pants, like it’s not midnight in Jared’s apartment, like he’s about to go on set.
Jensen makes a show of sitting back down on the couch, face covered in Jared’s come, opening his mouth, and licking his lips slowly. He brings a finger up, tracing it over the bottom of his face like he’s willing to let it dry as long as it doesn’t drip, and sucks his fingertip slow and long, lips smacking afterward. “Hmm, Tasty.”
Jared sits there, open mouthed on his side of the couch, watching Jensen lick his fingertips. He turns the TV off. “Fuck it.”
Jared’s lips open and he pulls Jensen to him. A tremble slides up Jared’s back, just enough and something twists inside Jared just enough to open his mouth, tongue swiping in long, soft line up Jensen’s cheek. Jensen moans, grabs onto Jared softly. There’s that first soft taste of Jensen’s skin, firm and warm and still a little salty. Jared keeps licking, keeps kissing until Jensen’s lain out underneath him on the couch, and there are hands at Jensen’s belt buckle. Jared moans, keeps trying to move to undo Jensen’s belt.
“We need…” Jensen sighs.
“We need what? Condoms? Check that drawer over there,” Jared says. He’s huffing, horny, hasn’t felt this on edge since puberty, ready and raring to jump Jensen’s bones. “C’mon. What’s up? What’s wrong?”
“Jared,” Jensen whines, hand on Jared’s chest. “You want Max.”
Jared tries his hardest not to laugh at Jensen’s sense of timing. He runs his mouth, saliva slick and swollen, over Jensen’s cheek again. “That’s the stupidest…”
“Jared,” Jensen says.
“Fuck, Jen. You think Sandy would send me porn starring you and your super abilities to suck cock if I hadn’t already told her I wanted you? Why do you think I broke up with her in the first place, huh?” Jared asks, amazed. “I want you, Jensen fucking Ackles. I’m not idiotic enough to think that you’re all porn star, all the time. I wanted you before this shit started. That one night when you were so fucking drunk? Wished like god you remembered that, wanted you so bad.”
“What?” Jensen asks. “You remember…”
“You were the one drunk off your ass. That fine, three dimensional ass,” Jared grins wide and long, running a hand down Jensen’s side before leaning over, sucking on Jensen’s neck. Jared rubs against him, from his head all the way to his toes, and smiles when Jensen keens as his head falls backward. “See, Max, he’s mighty pretty, but he’s a little on the young side for me, although that technique he has, flawless. You, though? All this is touchable, kissable, fuckable. Maybe we haven’t been close enough for you to find it out first hand, but I’m the kind of guy who enjoys the interactive much more. Look at me.”
Jensen looks up, Jared grins down at him.
“Yeah. Like that,” Jared says, and pushes himself back up over Jensen’s body again, resting on his elbows. “Max couldn’t even do that if he was sitting right in front of me. So much I want to do with you. I’ll pull the porn star out of you, Jen. I’ll pull Max Sin right out until you’re moaning like that for me. All that cute little act? Make you wonder about everything you’ve ever did with anybody else. You’re gonna feel getting fucked like it’s meant to be felt.”
Jensen’s little sideways smile feels like an open invitation, and Jared takes it with open arms, licking into Jensen’s mouth, biting at Jensen’s lips. Jensen’s heaving under him, kissing him back as hard as he can with teeth and tongue. The frottage is hot and frantic, and reminds Jared of how it was that first night, all point and fuck-drunk rhythm, and Jared decides to put his money where his mouth is.
“I’m not going to suck your cock,” Jared smiles, lets Jensen think he’s going to keep him on edge. He holds down Jensen’s hips, licking the inside of Jensen’s mouth, lazy tongue on lazy tongue.
“What?” Jensen’s ready to argue, but Jared keeps rubbing against him anyway. It’s even more frantic, until Jensen’s wrapped around him, shaking. “Jared, what are you…”
Jared grins, running his lips up Jensen’s cheek and whispers in his ear. “Come.”
Jensen’s hand tightens on Jared’s shoulder as he pushes up against him and moans, muscles locking into place as Jared watches him find his release. The electrifying feeling of good timing and the rush of power of Jensen giving into him on the utterance of one word makes Jared groan deep and almost come, too.
“Oh god, fuckin’ turn me into a goddamn teenager,” Jensen says. “How do you expect me to fucking work tomorrow knowing that I fucking came that hard simply because you rubbed up on me and told me to come? Better fuck me in the back of a parked car soon, asshole. And you’d better be taking me to the prom.”
“I’ll fuck you in a bed. Soon,” Jared grins, kissing Jensen hard.
“Tonight?” Jensen asks.
Jared thinks about this, eyes fluttering and sighing. He imagines spreading Jensen out in perfectly ruffled sheets, swallowing him whole and making him absolutely crazy, and then getting out of bed at five o’clock in the morning and being Sam fucking Winchester. “Nah.”
Jensen looks pensive, maybe a little confused.
Jared rests his forehead against Jensen’s, “Soon. Sooner than you think. Who knows, might creep up on you and drag you back to my secret lair.”
Jensen laughs, husky and deep. “Kinky.”
“Ima have you dress up like the ‘sensitive one’ again, you keep giving me all that lip,” Jared says. “And I want you, I don’t know what’s going to make you realize that.”
“Thought you liked my lips,” Jensen takes Jared’s earlobe into his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth.
“Haven’t figured out what I don’t like about you yet,” Jared sighs, and kisses Jensen one last time. He’s giddy, buzzing, and a little love-drunk. He gets up and takes a drink of water from the forgotten glass on the table, next to the lube and Kleenex. This needs time, strategy, and patience, and Jared is in short supply of all three right now.
“Wait, so let me get this straight,” Sandy says, as Jared paces in his trailer. “You sat down and watched ‘Backdoor Boyz’ with a ‘z’ in the title, with Jensen right there. He got you off, you got him off, you were a grand total of fifteen steps away from your bed and your endless supply of condoms, and you decided that you wanted to actually be able to work today so you told him no? Have I not taught you anything?”
“That’s not true,” Jared says. “It was late, I wanted to be good. I couldn’t be good on a sofa and I sure as hell didn’t want to drag things out so that it would be awkward between us.”
“Jensen’s a professional, and you’re a professional, last time I checked. No matter how hard you came while rubbing up against each other like teenagers,” Sandy says, and Jared can imagine her right now, all pin straight hair and manicured hands on the crease where her jeans cease and her skin begins. He used to fantasize about that, spend days thinking about licking that line around her waist in one continuous stroke. She’s babbling now, and all he can think about is his tongue on Jensen’s stomach, drawing idle patterns that cover every inch.
“This was so not what he had planned for when he sent me all that porn,” Sandy sighs.
Jared stops pacing, and sits down. He feels like he needs to focus on this.
“What?” Jared asks.
“Jared, you have to have put two and two together by now, sweetie. Think with your upstairs brain on this one. Of course Jensen gave me the porn. I mean, I asked him about it, first. Not like your co-star would blurt something that potentially career-ruining to his co-star’s girlfriend at random, but really Jared. What did you expect? ‘Oh, I found all of Jensen Ackles’ extremely extensive back-catalogue in pornography and I’m going to spoon feed it to you until you grow a pair and ask him out on a date because god knows blackmail can’t get a girl anywhere in this town?’”
“Ha ha,” Jared says flatly. This isn’t amusing at all.
“Look, baby,” Sandy’s getting motherly, Jared thinks to himself, but that’s okay, because she means well, and most ex-girlfriends would never do that, he supposes, “he wants you as much as you want him. He wanted me to help him do this because he thought you were completely oblivious and all hetero and everything adorable like that, and he wanted you to test the waters without making everybody involved look like an idiot. And I told him yes because, well… I wanted to see you happy. It was completely for you.”
“You mean he wanted to test the waters without making himself look like an idiot,” Jared laughs. “And I know you kept some for yourself.”
“Some? Come over the next time you’re in LA and I’ll give you a copy of the hottest mutual masturbation and fisting film ever committed to celluloid. And besides, I just couldn’t part ways with Womanhandled Two and other various hits,” she says. “Look, he’s right where you’ve always wanted him. We’ve talked about this before, sweetie. You’ve thought about every little detail before. So just, you know, do something.”
“You know way too much about the male mindset,” Jared laughs.
“Who do you think arranged the order all those tapes got sent to you? I watched every one of them and I have to say, if you don’t get on that, I’m coming up there with that strap…”
Jared cuts her off curtly. “ Sandra. Thank you.”
“All I’m saying is that you can do anything you can imagine while in bed with Jensen, as his extensive background in sex work illustrates. Just do it, sweetie,” Sandy says, and Jared sighs.
“I know.”
“And tell that fucker that he’s so going to be dead after this audition,” Sandy barks. “I’m going now, I’ll talk to you later. Knock’em dead for me?”
“Dead? Sure,” Jared smiles. “You too, on that audition. What’s it for, anyway?”
“Oh no, I’ve already told you way too much, not going there,” Sandy laughs, and says her goodbyes before Jared can try to pull an answer out of her.
Sandy’s right, though. He was ridiculous for not being more pressing about where Sandy had gotten this huge stash. Who can blame him? It’s not everyday when you fall down a proverbial rabbit hole while tracking the career of the person you’re crushing on very intensely and following it through his ‘barely legal’ phase. Jared snaps the phone shut and rests it in his hand, looking out into space very intensely.
Okay. Time to be creative.
Jensen’s sitting on the steps of his trailer when Jared passes by to see if he’s still on set. He’s eating a banana, and Jared’s surprised that nobody’s trying to censor those lips as they wrap around the curve of the fruit, teeth carefully breaking off a piece into Jensen’s mouth.
“Hey,” Jared says, and decides that he’s an actor and he can fucking do this, goddamnit. “You doing anything tonight?”
“I might have plans,” Jensen purrs, with a half bored shrug and a lazy smile. Jared can’t tell if it’s a taunt. “Why, Jare?”
“I want you at my place at nine,” Jared hopes he doesn’t sound like an idiot, but Jensen’s looking right through that transparent macho bullshit and still playing along.
“Oh?” Jensen asks. Jared knows he wants to make this a challenge. That’s not very surprising, when Jared thinks about it. Jensen bites off another piece of his banana and sighs, all devil may care. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“You do that,” Jared says. “And Jen?”
“Hmm?” Jensen asks, nonchalantly.
Jared crowds around him close, intimate and predatory in his ear, “Wear the jacket.”
“What, Jared? Got spots in your eyes?” Jensen smirks.
“In war, let the object of your desire be victory, not a lengthy conquest,” Jared says.
Jensen smiles at that. Jared can feel it as he walks away.
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