Blowjobs Are Key. [1/1] Jared/Jensen
Title: Blowjobs Are Key
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: Approx. 1800
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Yup. I own them. I bought them on eBay. They're all mine. I use them on a regular basis... No, wait, that's my shoes. Jared and Jensen aren't mine. No offense intended. Just a bit of harmless fun. With showers.
Author's Notes:
1. Written for antheia who also beta'd.
2. I suck at titles.
Blowjobs Are Key.
Over the course of a day's work, he'll end up covered in a variety of different substances: make-up, hair spray, fake blood and viscera, sweat, dirt, oil, grease, saliva, and, when they're not careful, semen.
Today was just another one of those days.
He steps into the shower and lets the hot water run down his back, over his shoulders, and across his chest, staring blankly down at the rivulets which intersect and course into the channels of his abdomen. Steam rises from the shower-head, opening up his pores. He takes the bar of soap off the shelf and begins to work up a lather on his skin, sloughing off the remains of the day and sending them on their merry way down into the drain.
The door to his trailer opens with a thunk and a crash and he can hear heavy footsteps making their way into the small living area. It closes again with a thunk and a click and it feels like moving a mountain when he summons up the energy to call out that he'll be out in a few seconds.
The response is muffled but he gets the general idea: there's no rush.
He leans back against the wall in the alcove and, through the haze of exhaustion, wonders what sort of midget designed this thing anyway. It's not even two feet by two feet and he barely has room to scratch himself, let alone wash.
He ducks his head under the stream of water to get the last of that crap the make-up girl put in his hair out and as he resurfaces, hears the staccato slide of the accordion door as it opens and the sound of material hitting the floor. The flimsy shower curtain slides across revealing six-foot-four of naked Padalecki.
"We're not both going to fit in here. You realise that, right?" Jensen drawls, too tired to even try pushing Jared out of the tiny space the trailer brochure calls a "bathroom."
"Hey, there's no harm in trying. Scootch."
Jensen's not sure where exactly he's supposed to scootch to, but he does his best impression as Jared steps in with him.
"The harm part happens when we're discovered stuck in here tomorrow morning- Hey, you're blocking the water." Jensen grumps, feeling the chill air surround him even though Jared's all but plastered to him.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch. Turn around." Jared's hands grasp his hips as he starts to turn Jensen.
"I hate to break the stereotype, man, but I'm way too tired to fuck." Try as he might to stop it, the yawn slips out around the syllables turning the already thick Texan drawl into a mash of vowels.
"It's a good thing that that's not why I'm here then, isn't it? Now come on." Jared maneuvers him into position with his chest pressed against Jensen's back and then slowly turns them both around so Jensen's directly under the flow of water.
Jensen sighs under the soothing pressure of the water stream and leans back into Jared's arms. He feels Jared slide down the wall and spread his legs to accommodate Jensen's relaxed frame. If it weren't so cramped in here, he could almost imagine falling asleep like this; the water pummeling him into a state of bliss, Jared's hands rubbing his tense muscles as he washes him down, the heaviness of his eyelids and the blankness of his brain.
It isn't until he feels something digging into the small of his back that he remembers where he is and why he's there.
"I thought you said you didn't want to fuck me..." He slurs, starting to twist his head around to look at Jared before deciding it's too much effort and just cocking his ear to the side.
"Oh, I do want to fuck you, Jen." Jared growls low into Jensen's ear sending a thrill down Jensen's spine in spite of himself. "I'm just not going to." Jared kisses his way down Jensen's neck, biting playfully at the nape before latching on and slowly building up the pressure.
Jensen makes a sound which is distinctly not masculine, and which he will deny fervently if ever asked about, and grinds back into Jared's crotch, one hand pressed to the back of Jared's head, the other clasping at the arm curled possessively around his stomach. Jared's hand slides lower and he finds his hips bucking forward involuntarily as that hand wraps around his cock - he doesn't even remember getting hard - and starts pumping in time with the suction on his neck.
He feels like a circuit; electricity runs through him from his neck to his groin and vice-versa, causing him to hold on for dear life and just ride the waves of pleasure. The pressure grows and grows as Jared ramps up the speed until he feels like a toaster tossed negligently in a bathtub He's gibbering nonsense and gripping at Jared's hips hard enough to leave permanent fingernail dents. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that he's going to have a hell of a time explaining the enormous hickey on his neck to the make-up girls, but in the rush of the moment it just isn't a priority.
His hips continue to thrust of their own accord and he can feel it building to a crescendo. His mind has achieved true nirvana. There's no sight, no sound, nothing except the hand on his cock and the lips on his neck.
He's telling Jared he's almost there. He isn't sure that the words are right, or even if he's speaking English anymore, but he figures Jared got the right idea when he bites down almost hard enough to break the skin and Jensen comes with a guttural moan against the wall.
He slumps back, more exhausted than even before, and Jared's licking at his neck and muttering sweet, dirty nothings between swipes and Jensen doesn't even bother trying to stay awake. He drifts off under the stream of cooling water, to tired to even consider the prune factor or Jared's needs.
"Dude, are you snoring?" Jared's loud voice seems to boom through the room causing Jensen to lurch forward unexpectedly, banging his head on the faucet and falling to the floor.
"Sorry, Mom. I'll be out in a minute." Jensen mutters, wincing through the pain.
"Okay, you did not just call me 'Mom'."
Jensen shakes his head, half-expecting to see little cartoon birdies flying around in circles. He blinks into the light, looking up at Jared's laughing eyes.
"Shit." Jensen mutters, crawling out of the recess and onto the scratchy mat in front of the toilet.
"Shit is right, boy. If your Momma ever did what I just did, well, I'll-"
"Don't you say anything about my Momma, Jared. I'll kick your ass so hard my foot'll come out your big, fat mouth." Jensen's pulling a towel off the rack and covering himself up with plans to get a little more shut-eye just here where it's surprisingly comfortable.
Jared's clambering out after him, all long limbs, floppy hair and a grin about a mile wide.
"You weren't complaining about my big, fat mouth yesterd- Oh no, you're not falling asleep there. Up you get." Jared lifts him up bodily and Jensen curses his tall-ass genes for about the fifth time this week.
"I'll stay in my trailer tonight, man. It'll be fine. Just let me line down." Jensen can't stop yawning; his eyes are practically shut already. All he needs is the cue to sleep and he'll give an Oscar worthy performance.
"Nah. I'll drive you home. Get dressed." Jared's already toweling him off and passing him his pants. Jensen can't even fathom how Jared managed to dry himself off so quickly, but he doesn't question it. Nor does he question when Jared takes care of everything from getting him dressed to making sure all the lights are off as they walk out of the trailer door.
"How come you're so damn awake, anyway?" Jensen mutters, leaning against the door of Jared's car as they drive through the wet Vancouver streets.
"Half day, remember? I slept in." Jared turns into Jensen's driveway, and is out of the car and opening Jensen's front door before he can even respond.
It takes Jensen a while to get up the path, swaying on his feet with exhaustion. Four am calls and ten pm finishes were a bitch.
"You gonna tuck me in and read me a story?" Jensen snarks as Jared closes the door behind him and helps him out of his jacket.
"If you ask nicely, I might." Jared grins, looking up at Jensen from under his bangs.
"How about not?" Jensen stumbles towards his room, kicking his shoes off in the hall before falling face first into the sheets. He can hear Jared picking up the trail of destruction behind him, and wonders when he became so conscientious.
Jared rolls him over on the bed and begins undoing the buttons on his shirt, pulling Jensen's arms out of the sleeves and pulling the shirt over his head. The buttons on his pants are next and the awkward slide over his hips and down his legs.
"Jare, man, why're you doing all this?" Jensen mutters as he pulls himself up to put his head on the pillow. Jared smiles down at him and pulls the covers up.
"You'd do the same for me..." Jared says as he sits on the edge of the bed to pull his own shoes off. "And if you wouldn't... well, you will now." He strips down to his boxers and climbs into the bed, pulling Jensen over to him.
"You want me to give you a hand-job in a shower next time you're exhausted?" Jensen mutters into Jared's chest.
"Hand-job wouldn't go astray... blowjob would be better."
Jensen aims to bite Jared's pectoral, but just ends up drooling a little before giving up.
"Does this have to get all girly? Y'know, where I ask if you feel neglected or whatever?" Jensen's drifting closer to sleep by the second. He doesn't think he'd have the energy to be all 'girly' about it if his life depended on it.
"Nah. Just remember: Blowjobs are key."
Jensen's only response was a snore as he finally drifted off into 8 long hours of uninterrupted sleep. Bizarrely, he dreamed of an alternate world where doors had dildos instead of doorknobs and the only way to get in was to suck.
He never told anyone about that dream. Not even Jared.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: Approx. 1800
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Yup. I own them. I bought them on eBay. They're all mine. I use them on a regular basis... No, wait, that's my shoes. Jared and Jensen aren't mine. No offense intended. Just a bit of harmless fun. With showers.
Author's Notes:
1. Written for antheia who also beta'd.
2. I suck at titles.
Blowjobs Are Key.
Over the course of a day's work, he'll end up covered in a variety of different substances: make-up, hair spray, fake blood and viscera, sweat, dirt, oil, grease, saliva, and, when they're not careful, semen.
Today was just another one of those days.
He steps into the shower and lets the hot water run down his back, over his shoulders, and across his chest, staring blankly down at the rivulets which intersect and course into the channels of his abdomen. Steam rises from the shower-head, opening up his pores. He takes the bar of soap off the shelf and begins to work up a lather on his skin, sloughing off the remains of the day and sending them on their merry way down into the drain.
The door to his trailer opens with a thunk and a crash and he can hear heavy footsteps making their way into the small living area. It closes again with a thunk and a click and it feels like moving a mountain when he summons up the energy to call out that he'll be out in a few seconds.
The response is muffled but he gets the general idea: there's no rush.
He leans back against the wall in the alcove and, through the haze of exhaustion, wonders what sort of midget designed this thing anyway. It's not even two feet by two feet and he barely has room to scratch himself, let alone wash.
He ducks his head under the stream of water to get the last of that crap the make-up girl put in his hair out and as he resurfaces, hears the staccato slide of the accordion door as it opens and the sound of material hitting the floor. The flimsy shower curtain slides across revealing six-foot-four of naked Padalecki.
"We're not both going to fit in here. You realise that, right?" Jensen drawls, too tired to even try pushing Jared out of the tiny space the trailer brochure calls a "bathroom."
"Hey, there's no harm in trying. Scootch."
Jensen's not sure where exactly he's supposed to scootch to, but he does his best impression as Jared steps in with him.
"The harm part happens when we're discovered stuck in here tomorrow morning- Hey, you're blocking the water." Jensen grumps, feeling the chill air surround him even though Jared's all but plastered to him.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch. Turn around." Jared's hands grasp his hips as he starts to turn Jensen.
"I hate to break the stereotype, man, but I'm way too tired to fuck." Try as he might to stop it, the yawn slips out around the syllables turning the already thick Texan drawl into a mash of vowels.
"It's a good thing that that's not why I'm here then, isn't it? Now come on." Jared maneuvers him into position with his chest pressed against Jensen's back and then slowly turns them both around so Jensen's directly under the flow of water.
Jensen sighs under the soothing pressure of the water stream and leans back into Jared's arms. He feels Jared slide down the wall and spread his legs to accommodate Jensen's relaxed frame. If it weren't so cramped in here, he could almost imagine falling asleep like this; the water pummeling him into a state of bliss, Jared's hands rubbing his tense muscles as he washes him down, the heaviness of his eyelids and the blankness of his brain.
It isn't until he feels something digging into the small of his back that he remembers where he is and why he's there.
"I thought you said you didn't want to fuck me..." He slurs, starting to twist his head around to look at Jared before deciding it's too much effort and just cocking his ear to the side.
"Oh, I do want to fuck you, Jen." Jared growls low into Jensen's ear sending a thrill down Jensen's spine in spite of himself. "I'm just not going to." Jared kisses his way down Jensen's neck, biting playfully at the nape before latching on and slowly building up the pressure.
Jensen makes a sound which is distinctly not masculine, and which he will deny fervently if ever asked about, and grinds back into Jared's crotch, one hand pressed to the back of Jared's head, the other clasping at the arm curled possessively around his stomach. Jared's hand slides lower and he finds his hips bucking forward involuntarily as that hand wraps around his cock - he doesn't even remember getting hard - and starts pumping in time with the suction on his neck.
He feels like a circuit; electricity runs through him from his neck to his groin and vice-versa, causing him to hold on for dear life and just ride the waves of pleasure. The pressure grows and grows as Jared ramps up the speed until he feels like a toaster tossed negligently in a bathtub He's gibbering nonsense and gripping at Jared's hips hard enough to leave permanent fingernail dents. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that he's going to have a hell of a time explaining the enormous hickey on his neck to the make-up girls, but in the rush of the moment it just isn't a priority.
His hips continue to thrust of their own accord and he can feel it building to a crescendo. His mind has achieved true nirvana. There's no sight, no sound, nothing except the hand on his cock and the lips on his neck.
He's telling Jared he's almost there. He isn't sure that the words are right, or even if he's speaking English anymore, but he figures Jared got the right idea when he bites down almost hard enough to break the skin and Jensen comes with a guttural moan against the wall.
He slumps back, more exhausted than even before, and Jared's licking at his neck and muttering sweet, dirty nothings between swipes and Jensen doesn't even bother trying to stay awake. He drifts off under the stream of cooling water, to tired to even consider the prune factor or Jared's needs.
"Dude, are you snoring?" Jared's loud voice seems to boom through the room causing Jensen to lurch forward unexpectedly, banging his head on the faucet and falling to the floor.
"Sorry, Mom. I'll be out in a minute." Jensen mutters, wincing through the pain.
"Okay, you did not just call me 'Mom'."
Jensen shakes his head, half-expecting to see little cartoon birdies flying around in circles. He blinks into the light, looking up at Jared's laughing eyes.
"Shit." Jensen mutters, crawling out of the recess and onto the scratchy mat in front of the toilet.
"Shit is right, boy. If your Momma ever did what I just did, well, I'll-"
"Don't you say anything about my Momma, Jared. I'll kick your ass so hard my foot'll come out your big, fat mouth." Jensen's pulling a towel off the rack and covering himself up with plans to get a little more shut-eye just here where it's surprisingly comfortable.
Jared's clambering out after him, all long limbs, floppy hair and a grin about a mile wide.
"You weren't complaining about my big, fat mouth yesterd- Oh no, you're not falling asleep there. Up you get." Jared lifts him up bodily and Jensen curses his tall-ass genes for about the fifth time this week.
"I'll stay in my trailer tonight, man. It'll be fine. Just let me line down." Jensen can't stop yawning; his eyes are practically shut already. All he needs is the cue to sleep and he'll give an Oscar worthy performance.
"Nah. I'll drive you home. Get dressed." Jared's already toweling him off and passing him his pants. Jensen can't even fathom how Jared managed to dry himself off so quickly, but he doesn't question it. Nor does he question when Jared takes care of everything from getting him dressed to making sure all the lights are off as they walk out of the trailer door.
"How come you're so damn awake, anyway?" Jensen mutters, leaning against the door of Jared's car as they drive through the wet Vancouver streets.
"Half day, remember? I slept in." Jared turns into Jensen's driveway, and is out of the car and opening Jensen's front door before he can even respond.
It takes Jensen a while to get up the path, swaying on his feet with exhaustion. Four am calls and ten pm finishes were a bitch.
"You gonna tuck me in and read me a story?" Jensen snarks as Jared closes the door behind him and helps him out of his jacket.
"If you ask nicely, I might." Jared grins, looking up at Jensen from under his bangs.
"How about not?" Jensen stumbles towards his room, kicking his shoes off in the hall before falling face first into the sheets. He can hear Jared picking up the trail of destruction behind him, and wonders when he became so conscientious.
Jared rolls him over on the bed and begins undoing the buttons on his shirt, pulling Jensen's arms out of the sleeves and pulling the shirt over his head. The buttons on his pants are next and the awkward slide over his hips and down his legs.
"Jare, man, why're you doing all this?" Jensen mutters as he pulls himself up to put his head on the pillow. Jared smiles down at him and pulls the covers up.
"You'd do the same for me..." Jared says as he sits on the edge of the bed to pull his own shoes off. "And if you wouldn't... well, you will now." He strips down to his boxers and climbs into the bed, pulling Jensen over to him.
"You want me to give you a hand-job in a shower next time you're exhausted?" Jensen mutters into Jared's chest.
"Hand-job wouldn't go astray... blowjob would be better."
Jensen aims to bite Jared's pectoral, but just ends up drooling a little before giving up.
"Does this have to get all girly? Y'know, where I ask if you feel neglected or whatever?" Jensen's drifting closer to sleep by the second. He doesn't think he'd have the energy to be all 'girly' about it if his life depended on it.
"Nah. Just remember: Blowjobs are key."
Jensen's only response was a snore as he finally drifted off into 8 long hours of uninterrupted sleep. Bizarrely, he dreamed of an alternate world where doors had dildos instead of doorknobs and the only way to get in was to suck.
He never told anyone about that dream. Not even Jared.