Fic: (il)Licit, Part 2
Please see The Prologue for story information and table of contents.
WomanHandled was rough, dirty, nasty and Jared didn’t feel right putting it in his VCR without praying that the tape wouldn’t jam on moral grounds. There weren’t even faces on the video box, only long cocks and mouths, torn t-shirts and bound hands and positions that looked absolutely torturous. And there in ragged print was Max’s name, scrawled out like a whore on a pimp’s roster.
“Fuck,” Jared whispers, when Max enters on screen, pulled by the hair, wearing a cut-up shirt and tight jeans that hugged thighs and ass alluringly. He looks like a perfect whore, desperate and willing. Shockingly fake makeup is scrawled all over his face, with smoky dark eyes and ruined lips, he looks like he’s been down on his knees all night with his face between warm thighs. The woman next to him throws him down onto a single mattress, and he actually looks genuinely panicked. His hands have been wretched behind his back, cinched with duct tape at the elbows and dingy looking rope at the wrists, pushing his whole torso out helplessly, and he fights to breathe and stay still as he watches the woman rip her dress away from her body, standing in front of him with a long full cock, revealing a transgendered body to go along with her aggressive dominating nature.
“Wish you would have charged me more, huh?” the woman asks, harsh and cocky. “Maybe if you’re really good, I’ll give you something extra.”
“If I had known you would tie me up, I would have.” Max struggles.
Jared’s dick is interested, to say the least, but he doesn’t really see Jensen ever doing this, no matter how much he’s gotten paid. Jared wonders why Sandy sent this to him, and tried not to let himself get distracted from the TV for too long.
The camera’s angled downward, and when the hands in Max’s hair pull him back, those eyes are sparkling with the help of dark and thick eyeliner, Max’s lips glistening like he’s been sucking cock two nights straight. Jared’s cock is thick and leaking precome at the head already and he’s tempted to pause the video and start jerking off right there.
Max is already breathing hard when a lithe hand slides down his face, palm pressed into his throat to make him heave, then up to grip his jaw and hold it open.
“Fucking pretty little bitch,” the woman says in a tight whisper. “You gonna suck my cock, huh, or did I pay you fifty bucks to just look at me?”
Max is looking up, directly at the camera with innocent eyes that bat, long eyelashes on brilliant pale skin and eyes that look up, absolutely wonderful, stark and beautiful like it’s second nature. And perhaps it is, Jared thinks to himself. Max doesn’t look particularly old at this point in his career, and that makeup is doing wonders for him, if Jared thinks about it. He doesn’t answer, just shoves his face into the woman’s white panties, using his teeth to pull it over her outrageous erection. She’s gorgeous, laying there with Max in her lap, and when Max opens his mouth and takes her cock as deep as he can, he manages to take a little more with each stroke, easing up to suck on the head before sliding back down the shaft.
“Open those pretty lips, wanna fuck your mouth.”
Max does as told, and while his face is getting a workout, Jared’s cock is weeping in jealousy. Jared wonders how those lips would feel around his cock, how Jensen would look perfect like this, all crumpled and used and tied up like he’s being punished and made to learn to obey. Jared snarls at that idea, at Jensen’s perfect chest thrust out at an astounding angle for the simple pleasure of tying him down at a place as easy as the elbows, not to mention pulling at him and shifting him every direction Jared could imagine. It’s so hot it might just be the most astounding thing Jared’s ever imagined. Running fingers over his stomach, Jared doesn’t even realize it when his hands launch right to his cock.
The woman laughs at Max on screen. “You want something else in here, don’t you? Want something in your ass, slut?”
“If you want,” Max purrs coyly, batting his eyes again at the camera as it focuses on his face.
She runs his hand over his cheek before grabbing his hair again happily. “I want.”
Max is being pulled off and thrown onto the mattress, where’s he’s made to fumble until the woman’s cock slips inside him, arms lifted and tucked out of the way, fingers balled into uncomfortable claws in the sheets. Max makes a filthily adorable sound when he finally sinks down into the cock, hissing at the stress of being opened so instantly.
“You like that, don’t you? You’re just a big slut, right? Ride me,” she demands. “Hard. Like you mean it. I might think of letting you come.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Max sighs, and clumsily slides down onto the woman’s body, kissing her softly before running his mouth over her neck, her shoulders, her pendant breasts. He’s riding hard, making them both moan, and when she wrenches his head by the hair, holding him away from her and ordering him to fuck himself harder, Jared groans and fights the urge to look away.
Max gets rolled over on screen, gets held down and fucked until he stops talking and starts making half-audible noises. A squeak there, a moan here, and Jared wonders if Jensen does this too, turns into a submissive little mouse when he gets held down and made to take. The woman above Max is teasing him with dirty talk and sustained rhythm, spouting throwaway lines about her trusty cock ring, and how she’ll keep giving it to Max until he’s unable to move.
Max is still on his back until he gets manhandled, rolled over again and made to take it with his ass in the air while the woman finishes him off. Toes curled, jeans around his thighs, ass curled up like it desperately needs whatever it’s getting, mouth open and back arched; Max looks utterly dominated and totally submissive. He shakes, and pleads for his orgasm and when she finally lets him have it, he’s screaming before it’s over, looking through his eyelashes at both her and the camera. The woman turns him around one last time, but Jared’s already there, stroking and tugging and slip-sliding with lube. He slides a finger inside himself and crooks it so deep the wave of temporary blindness orgasm brings makes Jared miss Max getting a pearl necklace.
“What’s been up with you, man?” Jensen asks one day when they’re filming again. “You’re off the wall right now. What the hell’s been happening?”
“I’m fine, man,” Jared lies, then almost smacks himself for doing so. He’s so bad at this that it’s not even funny anymore. “Just…”
“What?” Jensen asks. Jared thinks he sees a little sadistic sparkle in those eyes, and a shiver goes down his spine. “You know you can tell me, right?”
Wrong, Jared thinks. How would he ever go about telling Jensen about the fact that he’s been following what probably is the bulk of Jensen’s old gay porn career via secret packages from his ex-girlfriend, and that he totally is curious about how those lips feel against his, how much it will take to make that pretty voice beg, or how long it will be for Jensen to say that he wants Jared just as badly. Telling your best friend you’ve been thinking about them and how much you want a relationship after watching an alarming amount of pornography is not the best idea in the world, and Jared doesn’t need a dose of embarrassing trial and error to prove that. Better to lie, he supposes.
“I’m just…not feeling well,” Jared says. “A little homesick, is all.”
“We’ve been doing this for how long up here and you’re homesick now?” Jensen asks, and Jared is not going to be a girl, is not going to blush over this.
“A little.” Jared bites his lip, softly.
“Ego,” Jensen sighs, and Jared likes to think that even with his vision clouded that he can tell when Jensen’s being Scarlet O’Hara dramatic.
“What?”
“Well, think about it. Astrology. Health, ego, creativity, spontaneity, all classically connected to the sun…” Jensen offers.
“What the hell do you know about astrology?” Jared looks up at him.
“Joanna was into it.” Jensen shrugs. “Are you blushing, Jay?”
Damnit.
“I’ll be fine, alright?” Jared says, obviously fed up with wherever this conversation was trying to go. He shuts his mouth before he asks something stupid like ‘don’t you have a girl to fuck or some cock to suck?’ He also could do with something to put into his mouth. A piece of candy, some chips, a sandwich, anything of that sort so he can stop thinking about awkwardly tackling a co-star because his porno-career counterpart swung that way.
“That Max guy must have you by the balls. I’ll talk to you later, when you’re not so worried about that raging boner there.” Jensen sighs on his way out, shutting the trailer door behind him, and Jared’s throbbing in his pants and he almost shits himself thinking about how ‘I’ve been watching you fuck other guys on tape’ must be scrawled across his forehead.
Jared thinks that he may like the magazines more than he likes the movies, nowadays. Max seems much more like a persona when he’s not moving, and there’s always the opportunity to claim that Max simply looks like Jensen, and Jared just so happens to like the idea of dirty blond twinks in soft-bondage scenarios.
In the magazines, Max is all about teasing. Low slung jeans on hips sectioned and tied down to a dingy motel bed, shameless and naughty glances from a chair beside the pool, spread out on a couch with a playfully teasing tongue and a facial expression that says ‘hey, don’t you wish I was sucking your cock right now?’ There’s Max in the shower, in the kitchen, laying in the grass on his farm next to a can of whipped cream and his dog off in the background, riding a horse with his shirt off.
Tied down to a fence, wearing a suit and tie in an imaginary office, going in punk rock drag from top to bottom complete with eyeliner and false piercings (including one on his lip that’s tied to a string that alluringly slides down into his pants, Jared feels dirty as he notes), the scenarios just don’t ever stop being jovial, don’t ever stop making Jared feel okay about his fascination about this side. He figures that if Max and Jensen really are the same person, then Jensen’s just doing what he always does in these pictures, he’s just playing a role, acting a part.
If that part requires full frontal nudity and some aggressive assfucking, so be it.
Jared flicks open one of the books to his favorite page, his favorite picture. It’s just Max on a bed, leg hitched up to display a perfect entrance, cock hard and weighed down on smooth, tanned stomach. One hand’s grabbing for the headboard, the other is partway past skimming down Max’s stomach, spit slick like it’s going for his ass. Every time Jared sees it, he just wants to lie down on top and slide right in without warning, gentle but insistent, until that ass just swallows him whole and Max is just keening underneath him.
Jared reaches down and grabs his half-hard cock, sitting back to stroke it slowly and imagine Jensen sprawled out for him, begging like he needs a fix, writhing and stretched out on the bed before trying to take matters into his own hands, or at least find a way to beckon Jared closer. Licking those pretty plump lips, breathing out like a siren with that heavy twangy voice, rolling his hips like a cut snake, proud enough not to beg but not too proud to suck on fingertips that hope to slide up and into Jared’s hair instead of up his own ass.
“I want you to fuck me so good,” Jensen’s voice rings in his head, and Jared tilts his head and his hips backward, pressing them both into the bed as his back arches, and he starts aggressively pumping his cock. “Fuck me the way you want to. I’ll give you anything you want. Just want you in me.”
Jared knows Jensen’s not here, not walking in to make any grand sweeping statements of love or even a want for sex, but Jared can’t stop hearing that soft voice begging for him, can’t help but imagine those bow legs spread out on the mattress, can’t stop hearing the echo that Jensen wants to feel how empty he is after Jared’s slipped out of him, and wants to be made to feel it on set tomorrow. How Jensen wants it hard and deep and impossible and perfect and wants to be made to come.
Kinda like Max.
There’s no space in Jared’s head to think about that, now, though, because all he’s thinking about is how tight Jensen would fit around him the first time, but there would be that perfect little period of adjustment and Jared would be able to have Jensen at will after that. Just throw him down on any available surface, get him hard and panting, and take what he could.
A few short strokes and Jared had been groaning, bucking, and coming long and loud in the hollow of his apartment.
Max plays a wiry football jock in ‘Sisters of Alpha Fema Fuckma: Subverting the Patriarchy.’ Jared’s already laughing before the tape goes into the VCR. Sandy tells him to watch the whole thing, that she definitely saw this one and it’s very good, really hot, totally unexpected.
And all of that’s a large and scary understatement.
After watching Max work the ‘chicks with dicks’ circuit, Jared supposed this was going to be more of the same, a little bit of female domination, a little bit of ass fucking, Jared would wax the dolphin, imagine it was him and Jensen, and be none the worse for it. And Max had played the part perfectly, all pseudo-fraternity jacket, pursed lips and plastic red cups from the kegger next door. Max pulls all the charm he has on the girl, and he doesn’t suspect a thing when he gets pulled inside the sorority house. He swings his hips like he’s a bad boy on campus, licking and pouting his lips, pushing up against the girl he’s with, kissing her and putting the moves on.
Jared thinks that this might be an actual series, meant for real aficionados, although Sandy doesn’t send him the actual case and when he calls her, she doesn’t tell him why.
It looks simple enough, Max is kissing the girl in the living room, hotly smiling as she undresses him.
“Like what you see?” Max asks her, and she nods and laughs.
“What I see?” the girl asks. “Oh, yessir. But I want to see more, you game for that?”
He kisses her again, soft and sloppy, like he’s just this side of sober, and smiles when she backs away, looking down at his undone pants.
“What do you have in mind?” he asks, all slick smile.
“Shackle you up, bend you over and have you take it up the ass. You can eat me out if you make it a good show. Like the sound of that?” she smiles.
Jared looks at Max, listening to that indulgent laugh Max gives the girl. “What’s a girl as pretty as you trying to chain me up and fuck me for?”
The girl laughs back at him, “Wanna see if you can take it as good as you say you’re gonna give it.”
“Fair enough.” Max nods, looking amused like he’s expecting a few fingers and then the opportunity to crack the girl in half. “Where do you want me?”
“Right here,” she says, pushing him down and trussing him up like a piece of meat. A thick metal belt is pushed low onto Max’s waist, thighs bundled up and pushed to either side of his ribs, hands cuffed down around the pillars of the coffee table, pulling his arms out of the way. Max is effectively stuck in a position that exposes every part of him that could be of use, mouth and chest and the entrance that the girl crouches down to, rubbing lube into.
“What, no collar, too? Sure you don’t want to lock me up and throw away the key?” Max purrs.
The girl smiles at him, hands on her hips, still clothed from the waist down. “I don’t think you could handle being our little slave, sweetheart. You could prove me wrong, though.”
“I could?” he asks.
Jared yawns when the girl asks for Max to give up a safeword and rolls his eyes when Max replies with ‘I don’t beg or safeword for nobody, especially not any fucking girl who’s trying to make me come from a fucking strap-on.’ Jadedly, Jared gets up to get a beer and some chips because there’s obviously little here other than some shits and giggles. He doesn’t even stop the movie, because he’s pretty sure Sandy’s just trying to fuck with his mind and show him how much Jensen’s porno career really genuinely has breadth and depth, trying to light a fire under Jared’s ass to just say something to Jensen instead of letting him exist in his mind with Max Sin as the answer to all of the problems in his love life.
No amount of Molson or ultra-artsy microbrew, however, prepares Jared for what’s on screen when he gets back to his living room. Max, all spread, lubed and bound on his back on a coffee table, being fucked by a huge dildo hinged on a makeshift fucking machine built from a powder pink kitchen-aid mixer. He’s already arching and bucking against the metal that holds him down, hissing and huffing as the machine pulses the dildo in and out of him achingly slow.
The camera’s hinged right on top of him, and Jared’s forgotten all about watching too much porn or Sandy trying to light a fire under anything. Fuck, what the hell was he thinking about Sandy for in the first place?
Max is panting at the girl standing across the way from him, “Fuck me, Fuck me, come on.”
“Oh, but what were you saying about not begging for no girl, Max? All that macho routine?” She tisks. Jared groans, shimmying in his seat. “Or was that all just a joke?”
“Fuckin’ tease,” Max hisses, and it sounds all too much like Jensen, like every character Jensen’s ever played since has relied on this little predicament, angry and captured and god, Jared wants to re-enact it every time he sees Jensen. Ruthless little roleplay, hands around Jensen’s neck and shoulders, making his whole body arch and betray him because the predicament’s too bad but the pleasure’s too good.
“Fuck you,” the girl snaps, and turns one of the knobs on the kitchen-aid higher. “Just for that, I’m gonna make you come so hard and so long, you won’t even know how to spell that stupid fucking name of yours. And guess who’s gonna get this tape when I’m done with you? All the boys back at Alpha Kappa Kappa. Your nickname’s gonna be ass-slut by the time I’m done with you.”
“You’d fucking love that, wouldn’t you?” Max snaps, but she takes him by the hair and laughs.
She comes up to him, laughing softly. “I’m gonna fucking make you love it. You gonna suck my cock, ass slut?”
She brings her head down to kiss his lips, sucking onto them until they’re sopping wet and then Max’s head wretches backward by the hair and the girl’s strap on slides perfectly into his mouth, all the way down his throat. Jared’s already breathing hard, stroking his dick in long swaths, up and down and slow enough to make himself squirm.
It’s torture, both for Max on screen and for Jared, who doesn’t want to come without seeing Max shaking and trying to escape, it goes on like this for another thirty five minutes until the machine’s buzzing and the dildo’s rowing in and out of Max’s ass. Jared’s been teasing and stroking himself until he’s coming hard as Max claws deep into the table and his cock is twitching and shaking until he’s come all over himself, too.
“Told you, bitch,” the girl laughs, and walks away while he’s still shackled down, and the machine’s still going. “You wouldn’t survive fifteen minutes as our houseboy.”
“Hey!” Max moans. “Hey, come back! Turn this damn thing off and…oh god…fuck me.”
Five minutes later, and Max is coming again.
By the time Max’s segment is over, faded to black, Max has come three more times and Jared’s beer has gone warm and flat. Jared’s dick is thick and hard against his thigh, and he licks his thumb before swiping it softly over the leaking head, putting his whole body into his strokes, hips fluid, abs tight like he’s trying to do a sit-up, full body undulation over and over again. He presses his lips together, other hand behind his head grabbing onto the sofa for leverage, like Jensen’s on top of him, thrusting down to him.
“Fuck, Jens, like that.” Jared groans, biting his lip, trying to stretch every second of it out as long as he can, and when he finally comes again, it lasts for what feels like whatever, and he almost feels bold enough to ask Jensen what’s been going on.
Maybe Jensen was right, Jared thinks. It seems logical, if any of the hints have told him anything. It’s like Max is under his skin, moans in Jared’s ears, face under Jared’s eyelids. Maybe he’s been staring right at it, frozen until it’s all Jared can think about.
“Hey.” Jensen grins, breaking Jared out of his daze. “I can’t believe I can fit into this, man.”
Jared sees the Alpha Kappa Kappa jacket Jensen’s wrapped up in and swallows hard. Jared wonders how Jensen got that thing all the way back from LA, and if Sandy’s been talking to Jensen on the low while Jared acts like a thirteen year old gay boy in high school gushing to his best friend. He hisses under his breath, “You sneaky assholes.”
“What was that?” Jensen asks, looking up at Jared.
Shit, Jared’s ability to think of things off the cuff s totally been ruined thanks to Max. Jensen. Whoever the fuck it is. “You should try to get the button through the hole.”
Jensen turns around and looks at him in the face, lips pursing before they pull wide across the left side of his face in a smirk. “You find a button on this jacket to put through a hole and I’ll do it, Jare.”
Jensen throws the coat down onto the sofa before passing through the room. “You mind if I smoke in here?”
“Your house, man.” Jared shrugs, sitting down on the sofa and picking up the jacket. “Alpha Kappa Kappa?”
“Yeah.” Jensen’s voice is husky, like he’s already started smoking, but Jared hasn’t heard the flick of a lighter or Jensen’s customary tapping on his cigarette box. “You know it?”
Jared feels the tight white leather of the sleeves, and decides to play this one cool, play it easy. “Heard of it, didn’t do the whole frat thing.”
“Neither did I,” Jensen says. “Got it from a boyfriend of mine, actually. Think he said he got it from a Salvation Army. Who knows? Brings back some memories, though. What do you want on the pizza?”
“The usual’s fine,” Jared says, and presses his lips together harder. Jensen orders the pizza and then announces that he’s going to step outside for a smoke from the master balcony. Jared makes a move to offer Jensen the jacket again, Vancouver’s fucking cold no matter what time of year it is, and early fall is cold enough, as far as Jared’s concerned, but Jensen’s already gone. He picks up the jacket and decides to follow him.
Opening the closed-shut master bedroom door should have been a red flag for Jared, but Jensen’s got his eyes closed while sitting over near the balcony sliding door, and he’s biting his lip like Max in hardcore hits as diverse as ‘Barely Legal’s Big Break’ and ‘Womanhandled’, and he doesn’t act like he sees Jared. He also doesn’t act like he’s teasing Jared, either. Instead, Jared supposes he’s just getting himself off, and Jared thinks that if he’s quiet enough, then maybe Jensen won’t even know he’s there.
After closing the door, Jared pretends not to hear Jensen moaning like Max when he comes, long and loud and completely indecipherable.
Jensen creeps out the master bedroom fifteen minutes later, like he’s had another go-round to torture Jared with a long invitation, and when he throws himself on the couch, Jared can smell the sex and sweat on him, and a hint of cigarette smoke like Jensen was trying to make it ‘authentic’.
“You alright, man?” Jared asks.
Jensen leans back on the couch and stretches out on his side the couch. “Yeah, ‘mgood.”
“Was a little worried about you, in there.” Jared picks at his jeans.
“Shoulda come in, then,” Jensen murmurs to himself.
“What?” Jared asks. “Did you say anything, there?”
“Hmm?” Jensen says. “I didn’t say anything. What’d you hear?”
“That I shoulda…” Go-time, time not to punk out, time not to, “minded my own business.”
“Well, if you want to mind my business,” Jensen laughs, “you don’t even need to ask.”
Jared shuts the hell up before he inserts his whole foot into his mouth. Goddamn Jensen, goddamn him to hell.
Well, Jared should probably get to fuck him, first. But after the fucking, goddamn Jensen Ackles to hell.
They sit there, eating in silence and Jared goes home after hanging out thinking that yes, he should have went into that master bedroom, lifted Jensen with one hand and made him realize what Jared’s known since that one night months ago.
Jared feels like a punk, but at least he knows that Jensen is Max Sin.
Sandy sends him an embarrassingly large package of porn this time, like Jared needs any more of it now that he’s an aficionado in the art of Max Sin. She says it’s the rest of her reserves, all of it, even though he’s sure there’s at least a little of it she’s probably watched herself and is refusing to give up. No matter, he supposes, but there’s still a question of what the hell he’s going to do with it, what he’s going to do with himself, and how he’s going to confront Jensen about this.
It’s painfully obvious that Jensen knows how the hell Jared’s been spending his time, now. The last few days have been tense like the two of them have turned Vancouver into a pressure cooker. Jensen pushes, teases, taunts, little shows here and private smiles there, secret touches and coy glances between takes. Jensen’s become a walking proposition and in turn Jared’s head has been filled to the brim with nothing but ‘should have.’ Jared should have pushed back harder, Jared should have orchestrated a perfect little seduction, Jared should have spent his time pinning down where Sandy’s been getting all this porn, Jared should have pinned down Jensen and taken him already.
At night, even on nights where Jared stumbles right from the front door to his bed, Jared still can’t help but thinking about Jensen spread out under him, head tilting upward, making those little breathy noises that Jared always imagines, lips wet and swollen from kissing, licking, sucking. He imagines Jensen sprawled out all over him, all for him, writing like something’s crawling unpredictably under his skin, as responsive as a guitar string being plucked over and over again.
Jared’s thought about it a thousand ways, starting a fight just so he can push Jensen up against a wall and refuse to back down until Jensen’s ready to surrender. Sitting on Jensen’s car and waiting until the long day is over and working himself up to present himself spread out over the hood, wanton and needy and hungry. Taking a joyride in the Impala and in Jensen’s ass in the same period of time. Kissing Jensen until they’re both silent and pliant on the couch in the front of Jared’s TV during a hockey game, shared beers and no clothes and the two dogs scratching at the balcony door to get inside. There’s a laundry list of what Jared wants to do, but there’s still no way to get his foot into the door that does not require the phrase ‘so I saw your porn’.
Jared hates looking like an idiot, but looking like a perving asshole? He hates that more, thank you very much.
Jared knew the title of this movie five minutes ago, but goddamn, you couldn’t even ask him what his name is, now. Max is on screen with another guy, kissing him long and hard like they’re honestly lovers, and this already feels way too intimate for Jared, too suspicious in the way they strip each other and wrap themselves in each other on the blanket in the park. But Max is smiling and before long, the Top’s got his legs spread wide open and is trying to shove his tongue and his fingers and everything but the fucking kitchen sink up Max at the same time, three fingers on one hand, a tongue and two fingers on the other, like he’s trying to pull Max wide open on camera.
“Want to fuck you, already,” Max orders in a hot whisper, and Jared can agree with that sentiment. He can close his eyes and just listen to the sounds Max makes, how he breathes hard and heavy and then stops breathing altogether when he’s close to coming before the top backs off, how he makes that little whine in the back of his throat when he’s begging to be fucked. Jared opens his eyes again and Max is taking up the whole screen, like he always does. He’s commanding, all dusted freckles and six-pack abs convulsing like they’re going through electric shock. “I’m gonna come,” Max tries saying, but the top backs away from him again, holding down his arms and laughing.
“You want it, right?” the top asks. Max arches his back, uses his hips like his body’s threatening to gobble up those hands of their own accord and Jared’s already hard as stone.
“I want it,” Max says, breathlessly. “Fuck yes, I want it. Fuck me already.”
Jared sits back on the sofa, getting comfortable, like he actually wants to pay attention. Focus on the scene, like Sandy had said on the box. A quick gasp, a hand on his belt like it’s ready for a number of potential actions.
They’re kissing again on screen, all lips and teeth and tongue, feral and hot groans and suddenly, Max is at attention, eyes and mouth open wide like a blowup doll, “fuck, you’re huge.”
“Fuck, you’re tight,” the top grins, and with a liquid shift of hips Max is moaning and snapped up all tight against him, and Jared’s breathing hard.
Another snap and Max is shrinking, arms and legs wrapped around the man, “Fuck, like that. Fuck me like that.”
Another, “God, you’re so fucking big.”
Another, “Oh, oh god. Shit.”
Jared’s hands clench, his thumbs still lodged into his belt. He reaches for the remote, turns it up a little bit more and then decides that there’s no reason why he shouldn’t enjoy this. It’s a little hot in here, Jared shrugs out of his top shirt and sprawls out, hands where they are.
“Like that, yeah. Fuck me,” Max is breathing on screen. Jared gasps, lays a hand across his stomach. “Harder, like that.”
Jared breathes through his nose, and one of his hands slides freely into his pants. He lets out a sigh when his fingers finally wrap around his cock.
“Harder,” Max begs, moaning, and Jared feels like this should be quicker and dirtier than usual, all fingertips, no palm like it’s someone else exploring him for the first time instead of him sitting around jackin’ it like it’s a required part of a normal Thursday night.
“I had such a bad haircut, back then,” Jensen’s voice soars over Jared’s head, and Jared almost shits his pants because woah, when did that happen? Jared peeks over the couch, fusses over himself to stop the video and make the VCR explode with magical telepathic powers that, if he’s honest with himself, Jared knows he doesn’t have. He’s red with embarrassment, silently praying that Jensen won’t find his embarrassingly large library of porn starring Max Sin. Jensen’s had a key for as long as Jared’s had this place, but he’s never been one to show up completely unannounced.
Or looking like a god of pleasure, for that matter. Jared has to do a bit of a double-take, get a nice good look at Jensen all dolled up and looking like the love child of all sex-rockers from Mick Jagger to Trent Reznor. He’s all tight jeans and motorcycle boots, all leather and dark eyeliner smudged across his eyes, like he’s been someplace he didn’t want (or maybe wanted, Jared’s brain supplies happily, storing it away in yet another fantasy) to get noticed in and decided to stop by and scare the bejesus out of Jared on the way home for kicks.
Jensen’s still standing there, sucking at his teeth.
“No, no, let it play,” he says. “I apparently interrupted a moment, and I honestly haven’t seen this one in years, truthfully. My acting was god-awful, but it’s porn and you look like you’re in the position to forgive that apparent shortcoming, aren’t you?”
“Jen, I can explain,” Jared says, turning around and fumbling for the shirt he’d thrown off himself a few minutes ago.
“What’s there to explain?” Jensen asks, casually. “I mean, last time I checked it was completely fine for you to watch porn. Pegged you for more of the lezzie ‘we live together’ kinda shit, but I was obviously wrong. You should finish.”
“It’s…” Jared starts, and tries to think of a proper excuse, or at least a way to get the both of them out of his apartment, but all he can think of is if he’s really talking to Jensen or Max in the first damn place.
“You’re still hard, right?” Jensen says.
Shit, Jared’s still got his hand down his pants. He turns around on the sofa and tries to dislodge his hand, but Jensen’s already slithered over and he’s holding it right where it is at the forearm. Jared can feel Jensen’s other hand slide into his hair.
“You’re still hard,” Jensen says, a firm statement instead of a question, and Jared nods. Jensen smiles, hands gently easing Jared’s head back. A soft exhale, and Jensen’s lips smash into his, full force. Jared is struggling, arching his back, fingers clenching around his cock. A gasp, and Jared crooks his head, opening his mouth, adrenaline turning nerves into burning embers down his spine and all that other purple prose swirls around him before Jensen pulls away.
“Whoa, now, hold on there, lippy,” Jensen says, backing out of Jared’s reach. “You were doin’ something before I got here, now weren’t you?”
“Jen,” Jared gasps when Jensen’s hand leaves his forearm and reaches for the remote. Desperate for contact, Jared’s free hand clings to the leather of Jensen’s jacket.
“No, Jared. I insist.” Jensen’s lips sink to meet Jared’s earlobe, a hot whisper across hair and cheek. “I shouldn’t take you away from Max.”
Jared opens his mouth to explain, but the room is filled with Max’s moans. “Fuck me harder. God, like that. Don’t stop, ungh.”
“Still like I remember it.” Jensen’s snicker is hot puff against the back of Jared’s neck, all sensation. “All voice, all acting and then all sex afterward. Those were some good times, though. Good sex. Lots of good sex.”
“Fuck,” Jared pants.
“Got in with a good company, good people. Didn’t want that dead-eyed ‘boogie nights’ bullshit. You wanted to get fucked? You got fucked,” Jensen continues like he’s oblivious to Jared’s squirming, but Jared knows better. “Not the best decision I ever made, but I’ve regretted lesser things than this. Everybody in Hollywood has a sex-tape or five, right?”
Jared wants to sit up and scowl and say something cold and bating like ‘I don’t,’ but it comes out as a frustrated half-growl and Jensen looks at him like he’s a puppy that just got kicked. Jensen jumps over the back of the couch, sits down next to him.
“Makes you hot, doesn’t it?” Jensen smiles, sliding a hand up around Jared’s shoulders and then up into Jared’s hair while he leans over further and undoes Jared’s pants. “Come on, pull it out for me. Wanna see you watch and get off on this. You do get off on this, right?”
Jared gasps when his pants fall open. “I’m not that sick.”
“You’re watching porn starring the man you work with everyday, now’s not the time to question whether or not you’re ‘sick.’ Peel yourself out those underoos, it’s time to put on a show. You make it good, come nice and hard and I’ll think about fucking you.” Jensen’s voice is full of scratching promises, of lube and latex, of angry fingers and spiteful, well-tooled seduction. Jared’s pretty sure that he’s been played for a fool since the moment they first met. Somehow, the knowledge that Jensen’s that hot for him- enough to be psychologically torturous and perhaps borderline sadistic- turns him on even more. It’s annoying, long and drawn out, and hazardous for their working relationship, but his head still insists that might just be pretty damn awesome.
So fine, if he’s been played, Jared might as well start playing. Late to the game is better than not showing up at all, quitters never win, winners never quit, insert awkward and barely relevant sports proverbs here. Jared shimmies out of his pants, leaving his boxers on.
“Jen,” Jared gasps.
“Nice boxers,” Jensen remarks, and looking down, there’s a smiley face and a bottle of beer scrawled across Jared’s crotch.
“Jen!” Jared whines. “Touch me, Jensen. Please? I don’t want this. I want yo-”
“Watch,” Jensen interrupts, hand still wrapped in Jared’s hair, keeping him still. “If I remember this one right, I’m just about to come. Which one is it, huh?”
“I…” Jared pauses when Jensen reaches downward and yanks Jared’s boxers down so the head of his erection pops out of the waistband. “I don’t know.”
Jensen’s fingertip traces over the slit, right through the precome about to fall down onto Jared’s stomach, and laughs low when Jared lets out a high pitched squeak. “Looks like Monster Twink Fucking to me, but I could be wrong. Where’d you get it from?”
Max is screaming on screen, as the two bodies reposition and nine inches, long and thick fall out of Max and stick straight up on the camera.
“Ouch, definitely Monster Twink Fucking. Got paid for taking that shit up the ass, I’ll tell you,” Jensen says, and tightens his hand in Jared’s hair like he’s trying to pump someone for information. “So tell me where you got it from. Who’s supplying your fix?”
Fuck borderline, Jared thinks. This is just plain sadistic.
“My fix?” Jared laughs, all self righteous and innocent. “I don’t have a…”
He trails off when Jensen wrenches his head to the side and kisses him again, hot and open mouthed. Jared’s well aware that he could reach into Jensen’s pants right now and pull out an erection matching his own, but he shrugs, and definitely knows his place in this situation.
“Who gave this to you, baby?” Jensen purrs against his lips.
“Sandy,” Jared gasps, and figures that if he’s in trouble, then Sandy should be too, because she’s been his supplier for god knows how long and…ok, that’s just not cool the way that Jensen’s smiling like his evil plan to seduce the world has obviously worked and all he has to do is step in to reap the benefits.
“Good boy,” Jensen smiles, kissing him long and languid again. “Now, you gonna come anytime soon, or you just gonna let that hard-on sit there, sunshine? Wanna see how good you are at taking care of problems yourself.”
Jared should be laughing at that. He should be laughing at the philosophical connotations of a porn star walking right through his door, turning into a toppy bitch while he’s still getting it up the ass on the movie that Jared, plain old joe schmuck, has been watching. Even if he doesn’t think of it that way, he should be laughing at the fact that Jensen can probably talk much filthier than this. He should be thinking of witty and dirty responses to shoot back to Jensen. He should…oh fuck it.
If Jensen wants a show, he’ll get a show.
“Jen,” Jared groans, shimmying out of the boxers and letting out a ragged breath. Jensen does one better, putting the TV on mute.
“Don’t hold yourself back, now.” Jensen smiles in his ear, watching, licking his lips. He moans, loud and long and only a tiny bit fake, and reaches down to his cock, gripping it hard.
“Fuck,” Jared gasps, and strokes himself in hard, punishing movements. His hips buck in protest, like his whole body is saying ‘too hard!’ so he slows down, relaxes out and looks back at the screen, remembering what he’s doing and why he’s doing it.
Jared’s hips move like water and he jacks off the way he always has, slow and just right like he’s trying to draw it out of himself until he’s too far gone and it feels like there’s nothing else in this world but him and his cock.
When Jared comes, Jensen’s hand pulls his hair a little, and Jared’s eyes pop open. He half-gasps, half-moans and lodges his other hand into the pile of his shirt beside him while arching up, whole body on fire but as stiff as a two-by-four. He comes, long and hard, his dick doing the rest of the work itself while Jared’s body melts into the couch. There’s a puddle of come on Jared’s stomach, and he slides his familiar fingers through it.
“Did I pass?” Jared asks.
Jensen’s watching those fingers slide in the canal of Jared’s washboard abs, and snaps out of it after a lull. “What?”
“You said you wanted to see how I could take care of things myself, right?”
Before Jensen can answer, Jared’s looking up at him and slipping come-wet fingers into his mouth. Something tells Jared to look hungry for it, to realize that Jensen’s probably got his own fantasies, too, so he lays out even further on the couch, lowering his eyes at half mast as his fingers slide back down through the come and venture further, past his cock, past his balls, all the way to his…
“Fuck,” Jensen groans as Jared opens his legs and lets his finger slide around his ass, a quick shift and Jensen has the best seat in the house, and Jared’s teasing himself like he’s trying to get hard again. “You keep doin’ that and I’m gonna have to leave you to it, all to yourself.”
“If you really,” Jared pauses, slipping two fingers inside himself, all soft noises and sinful shimmy, “think that’s smart, Jen.”
Jared’s watched enough of Max’s solo porn to know how to fake like you’re about to have another orgasm fifteen seconds after the first, and arches hard when he pretends to crook his fingers inside himself. He lifts his eyes for a quick peek up at Jensen, still sitting on the other side of the couch, watching him, lips pressed together like he’s trying to hide emotion while watching Jared display himself.
“I’ll just let you finish up on your own time. See you tomorrow,” Jensen says, clearly shaken when he tries to get up off the couch while Jared’s still writhing.
“Jen, you know all you’re gonna do at home is get yourself off the exact same way. Stay here, just a little longer. I wanna…I wanna watch you,” Jared pants, reaching forward with his free hand to pull Jensen to him, and oh god, his hand slides in deeper, just enough to touch his prostate for real and Jesus Christ that feeling will never stop being good.
Jared’s grip goes slack, and Jensen slips away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jared.”
Either Jared’s been obviously fake and patronizing, or Jensen’s gotten a message that Jared’s prepared to play, too. The minute the door snaps shut, Jared’s catching his breath, getting off the sofa and pawing for his cell phone. Sandy’s got a lot of explaining to do.
Next
WomanHandled was rough, dirty, nasty and Jared didn’t feel right putting it in his VCR without praying that the tape wouldn’t jam on moral grounds. There weren’t even faces on the video box, only long cocks and mouths, torn t-shirts and bound hands and positions that looked absolutely torturous. And there in ragged print was Max’s name, scrawled out like a whore on a pimp’s roster.
“Fuck,” Jared whispers, when Max enters on screen, pulled by the hair, wearing a cut-up shirt and tight jeans that hugged thighs and ass alluringly. He looks like a perfect whore, desperate and willing. Shockingly fake makeup is scrawled all over his face, with smoky dark eyes and ruined lips, he looks like he’s been down on his knees all night with his face between warm thighs. The woman next to him throws him down onto a single mattress, and he actually looks genuinely panicked. His hands have been wretched behind his back, cinched with duct tape at the elbows and dingy looking rope at the wrists, pushing his whole torso out helplessly, and he fights to breathe and stay still as he watches the woman rip her dress away from her body, standing in front of him with a long full cock, revealing a transgendered body to go along with her aggressive dominating nature.
“Wish you would have charged me more, huh?” the woman asks, harsh and cocky. “Maybe if you’re really good, I’ll give you something extra.”
“If I had known you would tie me up, I would have.” Max struggles.
Jared’s dick is interested, to say the least, but he doesn’t really see Jensen ever doing this, no matter how much he’s gotten paid. Jared wonders why Sandy sent this to him, and tried not to let himself get distracted from the TV for too long.
The camera’s angled downward, and when the hands in Max’s hair pull him back, those eyes are sparkling with the help of dark and thick eyeliner, Max’s lips glistening like he’s been sucking cock two nights straight. Jared’s cock is thick and leaking precome at the head already and he’s tempted to pause the video and start jerking off right there.
Max is already breathing hard when a lithe hand slides down his face, palm pressed into his throat to make him heave, then up to grip his jaw and hold it open.
“Fucking pretty little bitch,” the woman says in a tight whisper. “You gonna suck my cock, huh, or did I pay you fifty bucks to just look at me?”
Max is looking up, directly at the camera with innocent eyes that bat, long eyelashes on brilliant pale skin and eyes that look up, absolutely wonderful, stark and beautiful like it’s second nature. And perhaps it is, Jared thinks to himself. Max doesn’t look particularly old at this point in his career, and that makeup is doing wonders for him, if Jared thinks about it. He doesn’t answer, just shoves his face into the woman’s white panties, using his teeth to pull it over her outrageous erection. She’s gorgeous, laying there with Max in her lap, and when Max opens his mouth and takes her cock as deep as he can, he manages to take a little more with each stroke, easing up to suck on the head before sliding back down the shaft.
“Open those pretty lips, wanna fuck your mouth.”
Max does as told, and while his face is getting a workout, Jared’s cock is weeping in jealousy. Jared wonders how those lips would feel around his cock, how Jensen would look perfect like this, all crumpled and used and tied up like he’s being punished and made to learn to obey. Jared snarls at that idea, at Jensen’s perfect chest thrust out at an astounding angle for the simple pleasure of tying him down at a place as easy as the elbows, not to mention pulling at him and shifting him every direction Jared could imagine. It’s so hot it might just be the most astounding thing Jared’s ever imagined. Running fingers over his stomach, Jared doesn’t even realize it when his hands launch right to his cock.
The woman laughs at Max on screen. “You want something else in here, don’t you? Want something in your ass, slut?”
“If you want,” Max purrs coyly, batting his eyes again at the camera as it focuses on his face.
She runs his hand over his cheek before grabbing his hair again happily. “I want.”
Max is being pulled off and thrown onto the mattress, where’s he’s made to fumble until the woman’s cock slips inside him, arms lifted and tucked out of the way, fingers balled into uncomfortable claws in the sheets. Max makes a filthily adorable sound when he finally sinks down into the cock, hissing at the stress of being opened so instantly.
“You like that, don’t you? You’re just a big slut, right? Ride me,” she demands. “Hard. Like you mean it. I might think of letting you come.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Max sighs, and clumsily slides down onto the woman’s body, kissing her softly before running his mouth over her neck, her shoulders, her pendant breasts. He’s riding hard, making them both moan, and when she wrenches his head by the hair, holding him away from her and ordering him to fuck himself harder, Jared groans and fights the urge to look away.
Max gets rolled over on screen, gets held down and fucked until he stops talking and starts making half-audible noises. A squeak there, a moan here, and Jared wonders if Jensen does this too, turns into a submissive little mouse when he gets held down and made to take. The woman above Max is teasing him with dirty talk and sustained rhythm, spouting throwaway lines about her trusty cock ring, and how she’ll keep giving it to Max until he’s unable to move.
Max is still on his back until he gets manhandled, rolled over again and made to take it with his ass in the air while the woman finishes him off. Toes curled, jeans around his thighs, ass curled up like it desperately needs whatever it’s getting, mouth open and back arched; Max looks utterly dominated and totally submissive. He shakes, and pleads for his orgasm and when she finally lets him have it, he’s screaming before it’s over, looking through his eyelashes at both her and the camera. The woman turns him around one last time, but Jared’s already there, stroking and tugging and slip-sliding with lube. He slides a finger inside himself and crooks it so deep the wave of temporary blindness orgasm brings makes Jared miss Max getting a pearl necklace.
“What’s been up with you, man?” Jensen asks one day when they’re filming again. “You’re off the wall right now. What the hell’s been happening?”
“I’m fine, man,” Jared lies, then almost smacks himself for doing so. He’s so bad at this that it’s not even funny anymore. “Just…”
“What?” Jensen asks. Jared thinks he sees a little sadistic sparkle in those eyes, and a shiver goes down his spine. “You know you can tell me, right?”
Wrong, Jared thinks. How would he ever go about telling Jensen about the fact that he’s been following what probably is the bulk of Jensen’s old gay porn career via secret packages from his ex-girlfriend, and that he totally is curious about how those lips feel against his, how much it will take to make that pretty voice beg, or how long it will be for Jensen to say that he wants Jared just as badly. Telling your best friend you’ve been thinking about them and how much you want a relationship after watching an alarming amount of pornography is not the best idea in the world, and Jared doesn’t need a dose of embarrassing trial and error to prove that. Better to lie, he supposes.
“I’m just…not feeling well,” Jared says. “A little homesick, is all.”
“We’ve been doing this for how long up here and you’re homesick now?” Jensen asks, and Jared is not going to be a girl, is not going to blush over this.
“A little.” Jared bites his lip, softly.
“Ego,” Jensen sighs, and Jared likes to think that even with his vision clouded that he can tell when Jensen’s being Scarlet O’Hara dramatic.
“What?”
“Well, think about it. Astrology. Health, ego, creativity, spontaneity, all classically connected to the sun…” Jensen offers.
“What the hell do you know about astrology?” Jared looks up at him.
“Joanna was into it.” Jensen shrugs. “Are you blushing, Jay?”
Damnit.
“I’ll be fine, alright?” Jared says, obviously fed up with wherever this conversation was trying to go. He shuts his mouth before he asks something stupid like ‘don’t you have a girl to fuck or some cock to suck?’ He also could do with something to put into his mouth. A piece of candy, some chips, a sandwich, anything of that sort so he can stop thinking about awkwardly tackling a co-star because his porno-career counterpart swung that way.
“That Max guy must have you by the balls. I’ll talk to you later, when you’re not so worried about that raging boner there.” Jensen sighs on his way out, shutting the trailer door behind him, and Jared’s throbbing in his pants and he almost shits himself thinking about how ‘I’ve been watching you fuck other guys on tape’ must be scrawled across his forehead.
Jared thinks that he may like the magazines more than he likes the movies, nowadays. Max seems much more like a persona when he’s not moving, and there’s always the opportunity to claim that Max simply looks like Jensen, and Jared just so happens to like the idea of dirty blond twinks in soft-bondage scenarios.
In the magazines, Max is all about teasing. Low slung jeans on hips sectioned and tied down to a dingy motel bed, shameless and naughty glances from a chair beside the pool, spread out on a couch with a playfully teasing tongue and a facial expression that says ‘hey, don’t you wish I was sucking your cock right now?’ There’s Max in the shower, in the kitchen, laying in the grass on his farm next to a can of whipped cream and his dog off in the background, riding a horse with his shirt off.
Tied down to a fence, wearing a suit and tie in an imaginary office, going in punk rock drag from top to bottom complete with eyeliner and false piercings (including one on his lip that’s tied to a string that alluringly slides down into his pants, Jared feels dirty as he notes), the scenarios just don’t ever stop being jovial, don’t ever stop making Jared feel okay about his fascination about this side. He figures that if Max and Jensen really are the same person, then Jensen’s just doing what he always does in these pictures, he’s just playing a role, acting a part.
If that part requires full frontal nudity and some aggressive assfucking, so be it.
Jared flicks open one of the books to his favorite page, his favorite picture. It’s just Max on a bed, leg hitched up to display a perfect entrance, cock hard and weighed down on smooth, tanned stomach. One hand’s grabbing for the headboard, the other is partway past skimming down Max’s stomach, spit slick like it’s going for his ass. Every time Jared sees it, he just wants to lie down on top and slide right in without warning, gentle but insistent, until that ass just swallows him whole and Max is just keening underneath him.
Jared reaches down and grabs his half-hard cock, sitting back to stroke it slowly and imagine Jensen sprawled out for him, begging like he needs a fix, writhing and stretched out on the bed before trying to take matters into his own hands, or at least find a way to beckon Jared closer. Licking those pretty plump lips, breathing out like a siren with that heavy twangy voice, rolling his hips like a cut snake, proud enough not to beg but not too proud to suck on fingertips that hope to slide up and into Jared’s hair instead of up his own ass.
“I want you to fuck me so good,” Jensen’s voice rings in his head, and Jared tilts his head and his hips backward, pressing them both into the bed as his back arches, and he starts aggressively pumping his cock. “Fuck me the way you want to. I’ll give you anything you want. Just want you in me.”
Jared knows Jensen’s not here, not walking in to make any grand sweeping statements of love or even a want for sex, but Jared can’t stop hearing that soft voice begging for him, can’t help but imagine those bow legs spread out on the mattress, can’t stop hearing the echo that Jensen wants to feel how empty he is after Jared’s slipped out of him, and wants to be made to feel it on set tomorrow. How Jensen wants it hard and deep and impossible and perfect and wants to be made to come.
Kinda like Max.
There’s no space in Jared’s head to think about that, now, though, because all he’s thinking about is how tight Jensen would fit around him the first time, but there would be that perfect little period of adjustment and Jared would be able to have Jensen at will after that. Just throw him down on any available surface, get him hard and panting, and take what he could.
A few short strokes and Jared had been groaning, bucking, and coming long and loud in the hollow of his apartment.
Max plays a wiry football jock in ‘Sisters of Alpha Fema Fuckma: Subverting the Patriarchy.’ Jared’s already laughing before the tape goes into the VCR. Sandy tells him to watch the whole thing, that she definitely saw this one and it’s very good, really hot, totally unexpected.
And all of that’s a large and scary understatement.
After watching Max work the ‘chicks with dicks’ circuit, Jared supposed this was going to be more of the same, a little bit of female domination, a little bit of ass fucking, Jared would wax the dolphin, imagine it was him and Jensen, and be none the worse for it. And Max had played the part perfectly, all pseudo-fraternity jacket, pursed lips and plastic red cups from the kegger next door. Max pulls all the charm he has on the girl, and he doesn’t suspect a thing when he gets pulled inside the sorority house. He swings his hips like he’s a bad boy on campus, licking and pouting his lips, pushing up against the girl he’s with, kissing her and putting the moves on.
Jared thinks that this might be an actual series, meant for real aficionados, although Sandy doesn’t send him the actual case and when he calls her, she doesn’t tell him why.
It looks simple enough, Max is kissing the girl in the living room, hotly smiling as she undresses him.
“Like what you see?” Max asks her, and she nods and laughs.
“What I see?” the girl asks. “Oh, yessir. But I want to see more, you game for that?”
He kisses her again, soft and sloppy, like he’s just this side of sober, and smiles when she backs away, looking down at his undone pants.
“What do you have in mind?” he asks, all slick smile.
“Shackle you up, bend you over and have you take it up the ass. You can eat me out if you make it a good show. Like the sound of that?” she smiles.
Jared looks at Max, listening to that indulgent laugh Max gives the girl. “What’s a girl as pretty as you trying to chain me up and fuck me for?”
The girl laughs back at him, “Wanna see if you can take it as good as you say you’re gonna give it.”
“Fair enough.” Max nods, looking amused like he’s expecting a few fingers and then the opportunity to crack the girl in half. “Where do you want me?”
“Right here,” she says, pushing him down and trussing him up like a piece of meat. A thick metal belt is pushed low onto Max’s waist, thighs bundled up and pushed to either side of his ribs, hands cuffed down around the pillars of the coffee table, pulling his arms out of the way. Max is effectively stuck in a position that exposes every part of him that could be of use, mouth and chest and the entrance that the girl crouches down to, rubbing lube into.
“What, no collar, too? Sure you don’t want to lock me up and throw away the key?” Max purrs.
The girl smiles at him, hands on her hips, still clothed from the waist down. “I don’t think you could handle being our little slave, sweetheart. You could prove me wrong, though.”
“I could?” he asks.
Jared yawns when the girl asks for Max to give up a safeword and rolls his eyes when Max replies with ‘I don’t beg or safeword for nobody, especially not any fucking girl who’s trying to make me come from a fucking strap-on.’ Jadedly, Jared gets up to get a beer and some chips because there’s obviously little here other than some shits and giggles. He doesn’t even stop the movie, because he’s pretty sure Sandy’s just trying to fuck with his mind and show him how much Jensen’s porno career really genuinely has breadth and depth, trying to light a fire under Jared’s ass to just say something to Jensen instead of letting him exist in his mind with Max Sin as the answer to all of the problems in his love life.
No amount of Molson or ultra-artsy microbrew, however, prepares Jared for what’s on screen when he gets back to his living room. Max, all spread, lubed and bound on his back on a coffee table, being fucked by a huge dildo hinged on a makeshift fucking machine built from a powder pink kitchen-aid mixer. He’s already arching and bucking against the metal that holds him down, hissing and huffing as the machine pulses the dildo in and out of him achingly slow.
The camera’s hinged right on top of him, and Jared’s forgotten all about watching too much porn or Sandy trying to light a fire under anything. Fuck, what the hell was he thinking about Sandy for in the first place?
Max is panting at the girl standing across the way from him, “Fuck me, Fuck me, come on.”
“Oh, but what were you saying about not begging for no girl, Max? All that macho routine?” She tisks. Jared groans, shimmying in his seat. “Or was that all just a joke?”
“Fuckin’ tease,” Max hisses, and it sounds all too much like Jensen, like every character Jensen’s ever played since has relied on this little predicament, angry and captured and god, Jared wants to re-enact it every time he sees Jensen. Ruthless little roleplay, hands around Jensen’s neck and shoulders, making his whole body arch and betray him because the predicament’s too bad but the pleasure’s too good.
“Fuck you,” the girl snaps, and turns one of the knobs on the kitchen-aid higher. “Just for that, I’m gonna make you come so hard and so long, you won’t even know how to spell that stupid fucking name of yours. And guess who’s gonna get this tape when I’m done with you? All the boys back at Alpha Kappa Kappa. Your nickname’s gonna be ass-slut by the time I’m done with you.”
“You’d fucking love that, wouldn’t you?” Max snaps, but she takes him by the hair and laughs.
She comes up to him, laughing softly. “I’m gonna fucking make you love it. You gonna suck my cock, ass slut?”
She brings her head down to kiss his lips, sucking onto them until they’re sopping wet and then Max’s head wretches backward by the hair and the girl’s strap on slides perfectly into his mouth, all the way down his throat. Jared’s already breathing hard, stroking his dick in long swaths, up and down and slow enough to make himself squirm.
It’s torture, both for Max on screen and for Jared, who doesn’t want to come without seeing Max shaking and trying to escape, it goes on like this for another thirty five minutes until the machine’s buzzing and the dildo’s rowing in and out of Max’s ass. Jared’s been teasing and stroking himself until he’s coming hard as Max claws deep into the table and his cock is twitching and shaking until he’s come all over himself, too.
“Told you, bitch,” the girl laughs, and walks away while he’s still shackled down, and the machine’s still going. “You wouldn’t survive fifteen minutes as our houseboy.”
“Hey!” Max moans. “Hey, come back! Turn this damn thing off and…oh god…fuck me.”
Five minutes later, and Max is coming again.
By the time Max’s segment is over, faded to black, Max has come three more times and Jared’s beer has gone warm and flat. Jared’s dick is thick and hard against his thigh, and he licks his thumb before swiping it softly over the leaking head, putting his whole body into his strokes, hips fluid, abs tight like he’s trying to do a sit-up, full body undulation over and over again. He presses his lips together, other hand behind his head grabbing onto the sofa for leverage, like Jensen’s on top of him, thrusting down to him.
“Fuck, Jens, like that.” Jared groans, biting his lip, trying to stretch every second of it out as long as he can, and when he finally comes again, it lasts for what feels like whatever, and he almost feels bold enough to ask Jensen what’s been going on.
Maybe Jensen was right, Jared thinks. It seems logical, if any of the hints have told him anything. It’s like Max is under his skin, moans in Jared’s ears, face under Jared’s eyelids. Maybe he’s been staring right at it, frozen until it’s all Jared can think about.
“Hey.” Jensen grins, breaking Jared out of his daze. “I can’t believe I can fit into this, man.”
Jared sees the Alpha Kappa Kappa jacket Jensen’s wrapped up in and swallows hard. Jared wonders how Jensen got that thing all the way back from LA, and if Sandy’s been talking to Jensen on the low while Jared acts like a thirteen year old gay boy in high school gushing to his best friend. He hisses under his breath, “You sneaky assholes.”
“What was that?” Jensen asks, looking up at Jared.
Shit, Jared’s ability to think of things off the cuff s totally been ruined thanks to Max. Jensen. Whoever the fuck it is. “You should try to get the button through the hole.”
Jensen turns around and looks at him in the face, lips pursing before they pull wide across the left side of his face in a smirk. “You find a button on this jacket to put through a hole and I’ll do it, Jare.”
Jensen throws the coat down onto the sofa before passing through the room. “You mind if I smoke in here?”
“Your house, man.” Jared shrugs, sitting down on the sofa and picking up the jacket. “Alpha Kappa Kappa?”
“Yeah.” Jensen’s voice is husky, like he’s already started smoking, but Jared hasn’t heard the flick of a lighter or Jensen’s customary tapping on his cigarette box. “You know it?”
Jared feels the tight white leather of the sleeves, and decides to play this one cool, play it easy. “Heard of it, didn’t do the whole frat thing.”
“Neither did I,” Jensen says. “Got it from a boyfriend of mine, actually. Think he said he got it from a Salvation Army. Who knows? Brings back some memories, though. What do you want on the pizza?”
“The usual’s fine,” Jared says, and presses his lips together harder. Jensen orders the pizza and then announces that he’s going to step outside for a smoke from the master balcony. Jared makes a move to offer Jensen the jacket again, Vancouver’s fucking cold no matter what time of year it is, and early fall is cold enough, as far as Jared’s concerned, but Jensen’s already gone. He picks up the jacket and decides to follow him.
Opening the closed-shut master bedroom door should have been a red flag for Jared, but Jensen’s got his eyes closed while sitting over near the balcony sliding door, and he’s biting his lip like Max in hardcore hits as diverse as ‘Barely Legal’s Big Break’ and ‘Womanhandled’, and he doesn’t act like he sees Jared. He also doesn’t act like he’s teasing Jared, either. Instead, Jared supposes he’s just getting himself off, and Jared thinks that if he’s quiet enough, then maybe Jensen won’t even know he’s there.
After closing the door, Jared pretends not to hear Jensen moaning like Max when he comes, long and loud and completely indecipherable.
Jensen creeps out the master bedroom fifteen minutes later, like he’s had another go-round to torture Jared with a long invitation, and when he throws himself on the couch, Jared can smell the sex and sweat on him, and a hint of cigarette smoke like Jensen was trying to make it ‘authentic’.
“You alright, man?” Jared asks.
Jensen leans back on the couch and stretches out on his side the couch. “Yeah, ‘mgood.”
“Was a little worried about you, in there.” Jared picks at his jeans.
“Shoulda come in, then,” Jensen murmurs to himself.
“What?” Jared asks. “Did you say anything, there?”
“Hmm?” Jensen says. “I didn’t say anything. What’d you hear?”
“That I shoulda…” Go-time, time not to punk out, time not to, “minded my own business.”
“Well, if you want to mind my business,” Jensen laughs, “you don’t even need to ask.”
Jared shuts the hell up before he inserts his whole foot into his mouth. Goddamn Jensen, goddamn him to hell.
Well, Jared should probably get to fuck him, first. But after the fucking, goddamn Jensen Ackles to hell.
They sit there, eating in silence and Jared goes home after hanging out thinking that yes, he should have went into that master bedroom, lifted Jensen with one hand and made him realize what Jared’s known since that one night months ago.
Jared feels like a punk, but at least he knows that Jensen is Max Sin.
Sandy sends him an embarrassingly large package of porn this time, like Jared needs any more of it now that he’s an aficionado in the art of Max Sin. She says it’s the rest of her reserves, all of it, even though he’s sure there’s at least a little of it she’s probably watched herself and is refusing to give up. No matter, he supposes, but there’s still a question of what the hell he’s going to do with it, what he’s going to do with himself, and how he’s going to confront Jensen about this.
It’s painfully obvious that Jensen knows how the hell Jared’s been spending his time, now. The last few days have been tense like the two of them have turned Vancouver into a pressure cooker. Jensen pushes, teases, taunts, little shows here and private smiles there, secret touches and coy glances between takes. Jensen’s become a walking proposition and in turn Jared’s head has been filled to the brim with nothing but ‘should have.’ Jared should have pushed back harder, Jared should have orchestrated a perfect little seduction, Jared should have spent his time pinning down where Sandy’s been getting all this porn, Jared should have pinned down Jensen and taken him already.
At night, even on nights where Jared stumbles right from the front door to his bed, Jared still can’t help but thinking about Jensen spread out under him, head tilting upward, making those little breathy noises that Jared always imagines, lips wet and swollen from kissing, licking, sucking. He imagines Jensen sprawled out all over him, all for him, writing like something’s crawling unpredictably under his skin, as responsive as a guitar string being plucked over and over again.
Jared’s thought about it a thousand ways, starting a fight just so he can push Jensen up against a wall and refuse to back down until Jensen’s ready to surrender. Sitting on Jensen’s car and waiting until the long day is over and working himself up to present himself spread out over the hood, wanton and needy and hungry. Taking a joyride in the Impala and in Jensen’s ass in the same period of time. Kissing Jensen until they’re both silent and pliant on the couch in the front of Jared’s TV during a hockey game, shared beers and no clothes and the two dogs scratching at the balcony door to get inside. There’s a laundry list of what Jared wants to do, but there’s still no way to get his foot into the door that does not require the phrase ‘so I saw your porn’.
Jared hates looking like an idiot, but looking like a perving asshole? He hates that more, thank you very much.
Jared knew the title of this movie five minutes ago, but goddamn, you couldn’t even ask him what his name is, now. Max is on screen with another guy, kissing him long and hard like they’re honestly lovers, and this already feels way too intimate for Jared, too suspicious in the way they strip each other and wrap themselves in each other on the blanket in the park. But Max is smiling and before long, the Top’s got his legs spread wide open and is trying to shove his tongue and his fingers and everything but the fucking kitchen sink up Max at the same time, three fingers on one hand, a tongue and two fingers on the other, like he’s trying to pull Max wide open on camera.
“Want to fuck you, already,” Max orders in a hot whisper, and Jared can agree with that sentiment. He can close his eyes and just listen to the sounds Max makes, how he breathes hard and heavy and then stops breathing altogether when he’s close to coming before the top backs off, how he makes that little whine in the back of his throat when he’s begging to be fucked. Jared opens his eyes again and Max is taking up the whole screen, like he always does. He’s commanding, all dusted freckles and six-pack abs convulsing like they’re going through electric shock. “I’m gonna come,” Max tries saying, but the top backs away from him again, holding down his arms and laughing.
“You want it, right?” the top asks. Max arches his back, uses his hips like his body’s threatening to gobble up those hands of their own accord and Jared’s already hard as stone.
“I want it,” Max says, breathlessly. “Fuck yes, I want it. Fuck me already.”
Jared sits back on the sofa, getting comfortable, like he actually wants to pay attention. Focus on the scene, like Sandy had said on the box. A quick gasp, a hand on his belt like it’s ready for a number of potential actions.
They’re kissing again on screen, all lips and teeth and tongue, feral and hot groans and suddenly, Max is at attention, eyes and mouth open wide like a blowup doll, “fuck, you’re huge.”
“Fuck, you’re tight,” the top grins, and with a liquid shift of hips Max is moaning and snapped up all tight against him, and Jared’s breathing hard.
Another snap and Max is shrinking, arms and legs wrapped around the man, “Fuck, like that. Fuck me like that.”
Another, “God, you’re so fucking big.”
Another, “Oh, oh god. Shit.”
Jared’s hands clench, his thumbs still lodged into his belt. He reaches for the remote, turns it up a little bit more and then decides that there’s no reason why he shouldn’t enjoy this. It’s a little hot in here, Jared shrugs out of his top shirt and sprawls out, hands where they are.
“Like that, yeah. Fuck me,” Max is breathing on screen. Jared gasps, lays a hand across his stomach. “Harder, like that.”
Jared breathes through his nose, and one of his hands slides freely into his pants. He lets out a sigh when his fingers finally wrap around his cock.
“Harder,” Max begs, moaning, and Jared feels like this should be quicker and dirtier than usual, all fingertips, no palm like it’s someone else exploring him for the first time instead of him sitting around jackin’ it like it’s a required part of a normal Thursday night.
“I had such a bad haircut, back then,” Jensen’s voice soars over Jared’s head, and Jared almost shits his pants because woah, when did that happen? Jared peeks over the couch, fusses over himself to stop the video and make the VCR explode with magical telepathic powers that, if he’s honest with himself, Jared knows he doesn’t have. He’s red with embarrassment, silently praying that Jensen won’t find his embarrassingly large library of porn starring Max Sin. Jensen’s had a key for as long as Jared’s had this place, but he’s never been one to show up completely unannounced.
Or looking like a god of pleasure, for that matter. Jared has to do a bit of a double-take, get a nice good look at Jensen all dolled up and looking like the love child of all sex-rockers from Mick Jagger to Trent Reznor. He’s all tight jeans and motorcycle boots, all leather and dark eyeliner smudged across his eyes, like he’s been someplace he didn’t want (or maybe wanted, Jared’s brain supplies happily, storing it away in yet another fantasy) to get noticed in and decided to stop by and scare the bejesus out of Jared on the way home for kicks.
Jensen’s still standing there, sucking at his teeth.
“No, no, let it play,” he says. “I apparently interrupted a moment, and I honestly haven’t seen this one in years, truthfully. My acting was god-awful, but it’s porn and you look like you’re in the position to forgive that apparent shortcoming, aren’t you?”
“Jen, I can explain,” Jared says, turning around and fumbling for the shirt he’d thrown off himself a few minutes ago.
“What’s there to explain?” Jensen asks, casually. “I mean, last time I checked it was completely fine for you to watch porn. Pegged you for more of the lezzie ‘we live together’ kinda shit, but I was obviously wrong. You should finish.”
“It’s…” Jared starts, and tries to think of a proper excuse, or at least a way to get the both of them out of his apartment, but all he can think of is if he’s really talking to Jensen or Max in the first damn place.
“You’re still hard, right?” Jensen says.
Shit, Jared’s still got his hand down his pants. He turns around on the sofa and tries to dislodge his hand, but Jensen’s already slithered over and he’s holding it right where it is at the forearm. Jared can feel Jensen’s other hand slide into his hair.
“You’re still hard,” Jensen says, a firm statement instead of a question, and Jared nods. Jensen smiles, hands gently easing Jared’s head back. A soft exhale, and Jensen’s lips smash into his, full force. Jared is struggling, arching his back, fingers clenching around his cock. A gasp, and Jared crooks his head, opening his mouth, adrenaline turning nerves into burning embers down his spine and all that other purple prose swirls around him before Jensen pulls away.
“Whoa, now, hold on there, lippy,” Jensen says, backing out of Jared’s reach. “You were doin’ something before I got here, now weren’t you?”
“Jen,” Jared gasps when Jensen’s hand leaves his forearm and reaches for the remote. Desperate for contact, Jared’s free hand clings to the leather of Jensen’s jacket.
“No, Jared. I insist.” Jensen’s lips sink to meet Jared’s earlobe, a hot whisper across hair and cheek. “I shouldn’t take you away from Max.”
Jared opens his mouth to explain, but the room is filled with Max’s moans. “Fuck me harder. God, like that. Don’t stop, ungh.”
“Still like I remember it.” Jensen’s snicker is hot puff against the back of Jared’s neck, all sensation. “All voice, all acting and then all sex afterward. Those were some good times, though. Good sex. Lots of good sex.”
“Fuck,” Jared pants.
“Got in with a good company, good people. Didn’t want that dead-eyed ‘boogie nights’ bullshit. You wanted to get fucked? You got fucked,” Jensen continues like he’s oblivious to Jared’s squirming, but Jared knows better. “Not the best decision I ever made, but I’ve regretted lesser things than this. Everybody in Hollywood has a sex-tape or five, right?”
Jared wants to sit up and scowl and say something cold and bating like ‘I don’t,’ but it comes out as a frustrated half-growl and Jensen looks at him like he’s a puppy that just got kicked. Jensen jumps over the back of the couch, sits down next to him.
“Makes you hot, doesn’t it?” Jensen smiles, sliding a hand up around Jared’s shoulders and then up into Jared’s hair while he leans over further and undoes Jared’s pants. “Come on, pull it out for me. Wanna see you watch and get off on this. You do get off on this, right?”
Jared gasps when his pants fall open. “I’m not that sick.”
“You’re watching porn starring the man you work with everyday, now’s not the time to question whether or not you’re ‘sick.’ Peel yourself out those underoos, it’s time to put on a show. You make it good, come nice and hard and I’ll think about fucking you.” Jensen’s voice is full of scratching promises, of lube and latex, of angry fingers and spiteful, well-tooled seduction. Jared’s pretty sure that he’s been played for a fool since the moment they first met. Somehow, the knowledge that Jensen’s that hot for him- enough to be psychologically torturous and perhaps borderline sadistic- turns him on even more. It’s annoying, long and drawn out, and hazardous for their working relationship, but his head still insists that might just be pretty damn awesome.
So fine, if he’s been played, Jared might as well start playing. Late to the game is better than not showing up at all, quitters never win, winners never quit, insert awkward and barely relevant sports proverbs here. Jared shimmies out of his pants, leaving his boxers on.
“Jen,” Jared gasps.
“Nice boxers,” Jensen remarks, and looking down, there’s a smiley face and a bottle of beer scrawled across Jared’s crotch.
“Jen!” Jared whines. “Touch me, Jensen. Please? I don’t want this. I want yo-”
“Watch,” Jensen interrupts, hand still wrapped in Jared’s hair, keeping him still. “If I remember this one right, I’m just about to come. Which one is it, huh?”
“I…” Jared pauses when Jensen reaches downward and yanks Jared’s boxers down so the head of his erection pops out of the waistband. “I don’t know.”
Jensen’s fingertip traces over the slit, right through the precome about to fall down onto Jared’s stomach, and laughs low when Jared lets out a high pitched squeak. “Looks like Monster Twink Fucking to me, but I could be wrong. Where’d you get it from?”
Max is screaming on screen, as the two bodies reposition and nine inches, long and thick fall out of Max and stick straight up on the camera.
“Ouch, definitely Monster Twink Fucking. Got paid for taking that shit up the ass, I’ll tell you,” Jensen says, and tightens his hand in Jared’s hair like he’s trying to pump someone for information. “So tell me where you got it from. Who’s supplying your fix?”
Fuck borderline, Jared thinks. This is just plain sadistic.
“My fix?” Jared laughs, all self righteous and innocent. “I don’t have a…”
He trails off when Jensen wrenches his head to the side and kisses him again, hot and open mouthed. Jared’s well aware that he could reach into Jensen’s pants right now and pull out an erection matching his own, but he shrugs, and definitely knows his place in this situation.
“Who gave this to you, baby?” Jensen purrs against his lips.
“Sandy,” Jared gasps, and figures that if he’s in trouble, then Sandy should be too, because she’s been his supplier for god knows how long and…ok, that’s just not cool the way that Jensen’s smiling like his evil plan to seduce the world has obviously worked and all he has to do is step in to reap the benefits.
“Good boy,” Jensen smiles, kissing him long and languid again. “Now, you gonna come anytime soon, or you just gonna let that hard-on sit there, sunshine? Wanna see how good you are at taking care of problems yourself.”
Jared should be laughing at that. He should be laughing at the philosophical connotations of a porn star walking right through his door, turning into a toppy bitch while he’s still getting it up the ass on the movie that Jared, plain old joe schmuck, has been watching. Even if he doesn’t think of it that way, he should be laughing at the fact that Jensen can probably talk much filthier than this. He should be thinking of witty and dirty responses to shoot back to Jensen. He should…oh fuck it.
If Jensen wants a show, he’ll get a show.
“Jen,” Jared groans, shimmying out of the boxers and letting out a ragged breath. Jensen does one better, putting the TV on mute.
“Don’t hold yourself back, now.” Jensen smiles in his ear, watching, licking his lips. He moans, loud and long and only a tiny bit fake, and reaches down to his cock, gripping it hard.
“Fuck,” Jared gasps, and strokes himself in hard, punishing movements. His hips buck in protest, like his whole body is saying ‘too hard!’ so he slows down, relaxes out and looks back at the screen, remembering what he’s doing and why he’s doing it.
Jared’s hips move like water and he jacks off the way he always has, slow and just right like he’s trying to draw it out of himself until he’s too far gone and it feels like there’s nothing else in this world but him and his cock.
When Jared comes, Jensen’s hand pulls his hair a little, and Jared’s eyes pop open. He half-gasps, half-moans and lodges his other hand into the pile of his shirt beside him while arching up, whole body on fire but as stiff as a two-by-four. He comes, long and hard, his dick doing the rest of the work itself while Jared’s body melts into the couch. There’s a puddle of come on Jared’s stomach, and he slides his familiar fingers through it.
“Did I pass?” Jared asks.
Jensen’s watching those fingers slide in the canal of Jared’s washboard abs, and snaps out of it after a lull. “What?”
“You said you wanted to see how I could take care of things myself, right?”
Before Jensen can answer, Jared’s looking up at him and slipping come-wet fingers into his mouth. Something tells Jared to look hungry for it, to realize that Jensen’s probably got his own fantasies, too, so he lays out even further on the couch, lowering his eyes at half mast as his fingers slide back down through the come and venture further, past his cock, past his balls, all the way to his…
“Fuck,” Jensen groans as Jared opens his legs and lets his finger slide around his ass, a quick shift and Jensen has the best seat in the house, and Jared’s teasing himself like he’s trying to get hard again. “You keep doin’ that and I’m gonna have to leave you to it, all to yourself.”
“If you really,” Jared pauses, slipping two fingers inside himself, all soft noises and sinful shimmy, “think that’s smart, Jen.”
Jared’s watched enough of Max’s solo porn to know how to fake like you’re about to have another orgasm fifteen seconds after the first, and arches hard when he pretends to crook his fingers inside himself. He lifts his eyes for a quick peek up at Jensen, still sitting on the other side of the couch, watching him, lips pressed together like he’s trying to hide emotion while watching Jared display himself.
“I’ll just let you finish up on your own time. See you tomorrow,” Jensen says, clearly shaken when he tries to get up off the couch while Jared’s still writhing.
“Jen, you know all you’re gonna do at home is get yourself off the exact same way. Stay here, just a little longer. I wanna…I wanna watch you,” Jared pants, reaching forward with his free hand to pull Jensen to him, and oh god, his hand slides in deeper, just enough to touch his prostate for real and Jesus Christ that feeling will never stop being good.
Jared’s grip goes slack, and Jensen slips away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jared.”
Either Jared’s been obviously fake and patronizing, or Jensen’s gotten a message that Jared’s prepared to play, too. The minute the door snaps shut, Jared’s catching his breath, getting off the sofa and pawing for his cell phone. Sandy’s got a lot of explaining to do.
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