Fic: (il)Licit- (J2, NC-17/ADULT)
Title: (il)Licit
Author: Hegemony
Fandom & Pairing: CWRPS, J2 (Jensen Ackles/ Jared Padalecki)
Rating: NC-17/Adult
Word count 40,000 in seven parts
Summary: There's a part of Jensen dealing with the business that has always been mysterious. Jared finds out what it is, but can he handle the enticement of the images that stay with him afterward?
Disclaimer: Be serious. Do you really think I know them or that this has happened?
Warnings: To say this is about the sex would be SERIOUSLY discounting a lot, but we should be serious here. There's role play, BDSM, unprotected sex, bondage, D/S, fake orgasms, femmedom, chicks with dicks, bad fashion choices, extremely bad dialogue, fucking machines, fisting, DP in both ways, rentboy, barely legal...The list goes on and that's just the SEX. Let's not get into the angst but to say it's there. In discount-club style bulk.
Licit (adv): 1. sanctioned by custom or morality especially sexual morality.
Illicit (adv): 1. contrary to accepted morality (especially sexual morality) or convention
Jared’s always wondered why he took such a liking to Jensen, at first.
From the first day they’d been perfect, like they had known something was special about the two of them, and now even looking at Jensen puts Jared at ease and completely freezes him up at the same time. He wonders if he’ll ever get the confidence to jump the gun and tell Jensen how he feels, only to get denied by Jensen’s funny way of never mixing business with pleasure. They’re always around each other and while it’s easy to write it off and pretend that it’s simply just happy go-lucky brotherhood, Jared knows he wants something more, but he never knows how to say it, or when the right time will come along.
Jared’s seen footage of Jensen in old interviews, around the time of days of our lives and everything, and it’s kind of funny how reserved and quiet he is, even back then. But there’s something less funny in that equation, and it’s the jaded, unfocused look in Jensen’s eye. Jared has always seen Jensen to do nothing but hold his end of the interview up, but there are always times when Jensen looks like he’s somewhere else. There’s the bright and cocky smile whenever someone talks about how he looks, his lips and his eyes, and there’s the familiar warm smile he uses when he’s talking about family, but after that, the light in his eyes simmers with something else, with secret heat no clean-cut nineteen year old boy should have, and that’s one of the things that Jared’s been the most curious about when it comes to Jensen.
Jensen’s good at keeping secrets and carrying his burdens wordlessly.
It takes two movies, a hockey game, three beers and six shots of tequila each before Jared slides like liquid fire over that body he’s been wondering about for weeks, whispering low and soft, “Come here.”
In his drunken haze, Jared watches Jensen look at him through lowered lashes, pursing his lips. “What for, Jay?”
“Gonna kiss you,” Jared whispers. Liquored up, Jared finally presses his lips onto Jensen’s, doing something he’s always wanted to do since they first met.
“Sandy,” Jensen groans when Jared breaks away for breath, licking his lips
“Not here right now,” Jared smiles. “Only got me, here, Jen.”
“Fuck,” Jensen sighs, lips coming into contact with him again. A flick of tongue against Jensen’s soft bottom lip and he’s sitting back, whole body responding to Jared’s request. He lays back, opens his legs, tips his mouth back and open like he’s presenting Jared with a full blown buffet, and Jared smiles. Jensen tastes like booze and mouth, but Jared’s still too drunk to care.
Jared climbs over him, laying over the two of them clean across the sofa, laying in the space between Jensen’s legs, before sliding his hands down Jensen’s sides, making a beeline for Jensen’s cock.
“What are you…” Jensen groans.
“Is this okay?” Jared asks, watching for Jensen’s nod. “Good.”
“Jare,” Jensen struggles to moan, hands sliding into Jared’s hair, bringing him closer to Jared’s mouth, and there’s still that tang of tequila that Jared can taste still on Jensen’s lips. Jared groans, undoing his own pants to pull his own erection out. “God. Just…let me.”
One of Jared’s hands slides down to settle around both of them, while the other lifts up so he has room to move.
“Shit,” he hisses on Jensen’s lips, feeling them rub together in his hand. They kiss again, teeth and tongues colliding, lips bared and hips thrusting. Jensen leans back, panting for breath, lips parted, red and abused. His hips are still working, pushing harder into Jared’s hand and against Jared’s cock.
For a second, Jared wants to stop, he wants to tell Jensen what’s on his mind, kiss him slow and pin him down through the mattress, do this right so it isn’t an awkward one night stand that he’s going to be regretting for the rest of his working career with Jensen.
Then, the blood rushes to his ears, and Jared comes. Jensen, jeans around his thighs and ratty t-shirt pushed up his torso, arches up, makes a noise that will surely stay in Jared’s head for days and comes right after him.
It’s messy, and Jared looks down at Jensen trying to catch his breath. He ducks down to kiss Jensen’s lips again, and Jensen stops him.
“I think it’s best if…” Jensen starts. "Want you so bad, want you so goddamn bad but..."
“What?” Jared asks, nipping at his own lips.
“Can you call me a cab?” Jensen asks.
Jared’s heartbroken, and he knows he is probably turning red. Jensen’s face turns away from him, hands sliding down from Jared’s hair to fix his clothes. When Jared realizes he’s serious, he slides off from Jensen’s lap and sits over on the far corner of the sofa, head down. Jensen sits up, looking at him, and stands up to walk to the kitchen.
“Jared,” Jensen says.
Jared looks up at Jensen, “Yeah?”
“We’re good, right?”
Jared reaches forward to find his shot glass and the bottle of tequila, laughing humorously. “Yeah, Jen. More than good.”
Jared takes the shot, rough acid-flavor running down his throat. When he turns to see if Jensen’s still looking at him, Jensen’s already on the phone with the cab company.
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Author: Hegemony
Fandom & Pairing: CWRPS, J2 (Jensen Ackles/ Jared Padalecki)
Rating: NC-17/Adult
Word count 40,000 in seven parts
Summary: There's a part of Jensen dealing with the business that has always been mysterious. Jared finds out what it is, but can he handle the enticement of the images that stay with him afterward?
Disclaimer: Be serious. Do you really think I know them or that this has happened?
Warnings: To say this is about the sex would be SERIOUSLY discounting a lot, but we should be serious here. There's role play, BDSM, unprotected sex, bondage, D/S, fake orgasms, femmedom, chicks with dicks, bad fashion choices, extremely bad dialogue, fucking machines, fisting, DP in both ways, rentboy, barely legal...The list goes on and that's just the SEX. Let's not get into the angst but to say it's there. In discount-club style bulk.
Licit (adv): 1. sanctioned by custom or morality especially sexual morality.
Illicit (adv): 1. contrary to accepted morality (especially sexual morality) or convention
Jared’s always wondered why he took such a liking to Jensen, at first.
From the first day they’d been perfect, like they had known something was special about the two of them, and now even looking at Jensen puts Jared at ease and completely freezes him up at the same time. He wonders if he’ll ever get the confidence to jump the gun and tell Jensen how he feels, only to get denied by Jensen’s funny way of never mixing business with pleasure. They’re always around each other and while it’s easy to write it off and pretend that it’s simply just happy go-lucky brotherhood, Jared knows he wants something more, but he never knows how to say it, or when the right time will come along.
Jared’s seen footage of Jensen in old interviews, around the time of days of our lives and everything, and it’s kind of funny how reserved and quiet he is, even back then. But there’s something less funny in that equation, and it’s the jaded, unfocused look in Jensen’s eye. Jared has always seen Jensen to do nothing but hold his end of the interview up, but there are always times when Jensen looks like he’s somewhere else. There’s the bright and cocky smile whenever someone talks about how he looks, his lips and his eyes, and there’s the familiar warm smile he uses when he’s talking about family, but after that, the light in his eyes simmers with something else, with secret heat no clean-cut nineteen year old boy should have, and that’s one of the things that Jared’s been the most curious about when it comes to Jensen.
Jensen’s good at keeping secrets and carrying his burdens wordlessly.
It takes two movies, a hockey game, three beers and six shots of tequila each before Jared slides like liquid fire over that body he’s been wondering about for weeks, whispering low and soft, “Come here.”
In his drunken haze, Jared watches Jensen look at him through lowered lashes, pursing his lips. “What for, Jay?”
“Gonna kiss you,” Jared whispers. Liquored up, Jared finally presses his lips onto Jensen’s, doing something he’s always wanted to do since they first met.
“Sandy,” Jensen groans when Jared breaks away for breath, licking his lips
“Not here right now,” Jared smiles. “Only got me, here, Jen.”
“Fuck,” Jensen sighs, lips coming into contact with him again. A flick of tongue against Jensen’s soft bottom lip and he’s sitting back, whole body responding to Jared’s request. He lays back, opens his legs, tips his mouth back and open like he’s presenting Jared with a full blown buffet, and Jared smiles. Jensen tastes like booze and mouth, but Jared’s still too drunk to care.
Jared climbs over him, laying over the two of them clean across the sofa, laying in the space between Jensen’s legs, before sliding his hands down Jensen’s sides, making a beeline for Jensen’s cock.
“What are you…” Jensen groans.
“Is this okay?” Jared asks, watching for Jensen’s nod. “Good.”
“Jare,” Jensen struggles to moan, hands sliding into Jared’s hair, bringing him closer to Jared’s mouth, and there’s still that tang of tequila that Jared can taste still on Jensen’s lips. Jared groans, undoing his own pants to pull his own erection out. “God. Just…let me.”
One of Jared’s hands slides down to settle around both of them, while the other lifts up so he has room to move.
“Shit,” he hisses on Jensen’s lips, feeling them rub together in his hand. They kiss again, teeth and tongues colliding, lips bared and hips thrusting. Jensen leans back, panting for breath, lips parted, red and abused. His hips are still working, pushing harder into Jared’s hand and against Jared’s cock.
For a second, Jared wants to stop, he wants to tell Jensen what’s on his mind, kiss him slow and pin him down through the mattress, do this right so it isn’t an awkward one night stand that he’s going to be regretting for the rest of his working career with Jensen.
Then, the blood rushes to his ears, and Jared comes. Jensen, jeans around his thighs and ratty t-shirt pushed up his torso, arches up, makes a noise that will surely stay in Jared’s head for days and comes right after him.
It’s messy, and Jared looks down at Jensen trying to catch his breath. He ducks down to kiss Jensen’s lips again, and Jensen stops him.
“I think it’s best if…” Jensen starts. "Want you so bad, want you so goddamn bad but..."
“What?” Jared asks, nipping at his own lips.
“Can you call me a cab?” Jensen asks.
Jared’s heartbroken, and he knows he is probably turning red. Jensen’s face turns away from him, hands sliding down from Jared’s hair to fix his clothes. When Jared realizes he’s serious, he slides off from Jensen’s lap and sits over on the far corner of the sofa, head down. Jensen sits up, looking at him, and stands up to walk to the kitchen.
“Jared,” Jensen says.
Jared looks up at Jensen, “Yeah?”
“We’re good, right?”
Jared reaches forward to find his shot glass and the bottle of tequila, laughing humorously. “Yeah, Jen. More than good.”
Jared takes the shot, rough acid-flavor running down his throat. When he turns to see if Jensen’s still looking at him, Jensen’s already on the phone with the cab company.
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