fast cars (will do me no good)
Title: fast cars (will do me no good)
Author: missyjack
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,764
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Summary: Fans weren’t the only ones disappointed when Jared pulled out of the Asylum convention.
A/N: This is not Sparkly Balloons Jared. This is 'not really nice' Jared - who only exists in bizarre world. I sorta felt dirty writing this.
ETA: plz make no mistake how much I adore Jared - so NO real Jared bashing in comments.
Title from the U2 song.
Jared was sprawled across the bed, legs apart, cock half hard. As Jensen returned from the kitchen, a beer in each hand, he paused for a moment to appreciate the delicious sight. Jared’s skin was patterned with the shadows of marks from Jensen’s hands and mouth. The fucking had been hard and intense, Jared urging Jensen to places he’d never been. Boundaries and limits had been pushed aside like the sheets that now lay in a tangled heap on the floor.
Jared smiled and reached a hand our languidly,” What are you looking at?”
“Mmm, just thinking what you’d look like tied up.” Jensen handed over the beer, drinking deeply from his own.
“Oh, I do like your thinking. We’d need a different bed though - one with somewhere to tie things.”
Jensen lay down on the bed, hooking a leg across Jared’s. “Maybe a big four poster. I thought when we’re in England we could book into one of those old country estates. You know with a little plaque near the door that says ‘King Someone the Something slept here’.”
“Hmmm, what? England?” Jared had wrapped a hand around his cock and Jensen’s and was lazily rubbing them together.
Jensen leaned back and placed his beer next to the bed as, under Jared’s ministrations, he began to get hard again.
“Yeah, after the convention. We’ve got three days before we fly back.”
Jared slowly started to move his fist up and down the length of the two cocks which were thick in his hand.
“Hey? Oh I’m not going.” Jared rubbed his thumb over the head of Jensen’s cock. “I might buy one of those big wrought iron ones. I wonder if I can get if delivered by the weekend?”
“What? Stop that.” Jensen pushed Jared’s hand away. “What do you mean you’re not going to England?”
“Changed my mind,” Jared sipped his beer. “Thought the press release had already gone out. Should check on that.”
"And when were you going to tell me?”
“Well, you know now.” Jared looked at him with a frown. He looked genuinely puzzled and slightly hurt at Jensen’s anger. ”Jeez Jensen, I don’t know what your problem is.”
“My problem? We planned this, you asked me to come. I had that movie lined up and you said…”
“What?” Jared got out of bed and started pulling his clothes on. “I said it would be cool if you were there too. I didn’t ask you to turn down that movie.”
Jensen was quiet for a moment. Jared was right; he had never directly invited Jensen. Sure he’d talked about what fun they could have if they were both there, partying, doing some sight-seeing. Fucking in a foreign country. It was Jensen who had decided that spending ten days in England with Jared was worth turning down a small role in Matt Damon’s next movie.
Jensen’s head hurt. He’d put the pieces together and they seemed to fit; just like he and Jared fitted. Maybe he’d been assuming too much.
“So why aren’t you going?”
“What difference does it make?” Jared drained the rest of the beer and walked towards the bedroom door. “I never promised you anything Jensen.”
***
They were three months into the first season of Supernatural when Jared backed him into a corner of his trailer. He pressed against him so Jensen could feel how hard he was.
“How the fuck am I meant to concentrate on work when all I can think about is how much I want you?”
Jensen opened his mouth. Looking back he remembers going to say something sensible about being professional and not wanting to jeopardize their friendship. Whatever, he never got the chance to get out the words, mainly because his mouth was full of Jared’s tongue. His kiss was a seductive invitation, all slow licks and nibbles, and Jensen moaned back his acceptance.
That night Jared took him home. He laid Jensen out, spread him open, and fucked his way into his heart.
***
When it came to relationships, Jared was a dangerous driver. You hopped aboard this sexy ride and then woosh… He went from zero to a hundred in 20 seconds, accelerating so fast you got whiplash. Three years after his ride, Chad was still medicating himself for the pain with powders and bimbos.
Some people got thrown out when they thought the relationship was headed one way and then Jared would suddenly veer off on some tangent and they’d find themselves lying bruised by the wayside. Other times Jared would just screech to a halt and throw the door open, letting you know with cool eyes and that killer smile, that the trip was over.
Jensen never stood a chance.
He made the mistake everyone did. He thought that the hugs and laughter, the way Jared could wrap himself around you, around your heart, meant Jared was a nice guy. This was it - the whole giant puppy dog thing? Not an act. But remember - puppies don’t care how you feel. Jared moved from one person to the next without a thought. As long as someone had his attention he was all over them but if someone walked by with a tastier treat he was out of there.
Jensen never knew when Jared would want him. An hour break in filming and Jared was in Jensen’s trailers, on his knees and taking Jensen deep into his throat. Other times Jensen would turn up at Jared’s trailer to be met with a bored stare and a cool “What?”
On weekends Jensen learnt it was as random as a coin toss. They’d go for a drink with the crew after work, play some pool, and gossip about the other CW shows. You know, the way colleagues do. Jared could ignore him all night, and leave without a word. Then, an hour or two after he’d gone to bed, Jared would turn up.
Jensen would listen as Jared would strip in the darkness, already hard with anticipation. This might only happen once every few weeks but he lay awake waiting every Friday night. Sometimes it was a couple of hours of mad hard fucking, and Jensen waking up alone. Other times they’d spend all weekend together exploring each other slowly and thoroughly, only leaving the bedroom to eat and …well that was it really.
Sex with Jared was a revelation. Jensen had been around the block once or twice, so to speak, and was not one given to romantic excesses, but when they were together Jensen felt as if he was the center of Jared’s world. He felt able to let go, to take risks, in a way he hadn’t with anyone before.
The intensity of their fucking was a contrast to the rest of their relationship. Jensen told himself he was fine with it, this whole ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement. It wasn’t like they were in a relationship or anything - this was how guys should do it, he thought, without expectations or commitments. And if sometimes he felt an ache in his chest when Jared left without a word in the night, or a knot in his gut when he saw Jared all over some other guy at a party, he told himself it was just some old issues he had to deal with. Nothing to do with Jared at all.
***
After the WB became the CW and their world turned green, Chad cornered Jensen at the network launch party. He was more than a bit smashed, and as he pressed a hand against Jensen’s chest, he stank of cigarette smoke and despair.
“You seem like a nice guy. Just…Just be careful around Padalecki. You won’t see it coming until it’s too late.”
“Look, Chad…”
“You are so fucked man, and you don’t even realize it. You think he cares about you? You think…”
“Hey, you and Jared were three years ago. Get over it.” It was pathetic really, although Jensen could see why people thought Chad was an asshat.
Chad opened his mouth and then closed it, shaking his head as he walked away. He didn’t know what he expected Jensen to say. Didn’t matter, he’d tried to warn him, his conscience was clear. Ackles didn’t need to be such a prick though. It was that thought that kept his conscience clear when he found himself on his knees blowing Jared behind the cocktail tent an hour later.
***
Filming finished for the season, and the convention in England rolled around. Jensen had lined up a theatre gig in Texas for when he got back, and he hardly regretted having turned down the movie (although even Jensen had to admit doing a play with Lou Diamond Phillips didn’t quite compare with doing a movie with Peter O’Fucking Toole).
Jensen was flying out from L.A.; he hadn’t seen Jared since he started filming. Jensen had been planning to stay in Vancouver but after a couple of weeks it became clear Jared wasn’t going to have time for him.
“I need to immerse myself in this film,” Jared explained when he dropped around on his way to a party.
“Can’t wait to see you again,” Jared said as he pushed back onto Jensen’s cock.
“The Upfronts. Be good to celebrate getting the third season. Another year together.” Jensen came and collapsed down onto Jared’s sex slick chest.
“Thank god for another season. Did I tell you I ordered a Ferrari? A yellow one like McG has.” Jared rubbed the back of Jensen’s neck. ”When are the Upfronts?”
“May seventeen for us.”
“Remember how I sucked you off in the limo on the way to the Upfronts last year? How we sprung Mikey and Tom doing coke with that model chick? Damn we had fun.” Jared leaned over to press his mouth against Jensen’s, sucking on his bottom lip, scraping it between his teeth, before he let go. Sealed with a kiss thought Jensen.
***
Jensen had gone alone to the party last night; he hadn’t heard from Jared although he’d left three messages since he got back from England on Sunday. The party was okay but after the tenth person asked him where Jared was even Mikey’s coke wasn’t making him smile.
He walked the eight blocks back to his hotel, trying to to think, trying to work out where things had gone wrong, where he had gone wrong.
Back in his room Jensen stood and stared for a moment at his phone’s impassive blank screen. The CW Upfront presentation was tomorrow night. Jensen looked at the king-sized four poster bed in the middle of the room. He flipped open the phone. Maybe he could get a flight to Texas tonight.
After all, Jared never promised him anything.
Author: missyjack
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,764
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Summary: Fans weren’t the only ones disappointed when Jared pulled out of the Asylum convention.
A/N: This is not Sparkly Balloons Jared. This is 'not really nice' Jared - who only exists in bizarre world. I sorta felt dirty writing this.
ETA: plz make no mistake how much I adore Jared - so NO real Jared bashing in comments.
Title from the U2 song.
Jared was sprawled across the bed, legs apart, cock half hard. As Jensen returned from the kitchen, a beer in each hand, he paused for a moment to appreciate the delicious sight. Jared’s skin was patterned with the shadows of marks from Jensen’s hands and mouth. The fucking had been hard and intense, Jared urging Jensen to places he’d never been. Boundaries and limits had been pushed aside like the sheets that now lay in a tangled heap on the floor.
Jared smiled and reached a hand our languidly,” What are you looking at?”
“Mmm, just thinking what you’d look like tied up.” Jensen handed over the beer, drinking deeply from his own.
“Oh, I do like your thinking. We’d need a different bed though - one with somewhere to tie things.”
Jensen lay down on the bed, hooking a leg across Jared’s. “Maybe a big four poster. I thought when we’re in England we could book into one of those old country estates. You know with a little plaque near the door that says ‘King Someone the Something slept here’.”
“Hmmm, what? England?” Jared had wrapped a hand around his cock and Jensen’s and was lazily rubbing them together.
Jensen leaned back and placed his beer next to the bed as, under Jared’s ministrations, he began to get hard again.
“Yeah, after the convention. We’ve got three days before we fly back.”
Jared slowly started to move his fist up and down the length of the two cocks which were thick in his hand.
“Hey? Oh I’m not going.” Jared rubbed his thumb over the head of Jensen’s cock. “I might buy one of those big wrought iron ones. I wonder if I can get if delivered by the weekend?”
“What? Stop that.” Jensen pushed Jared’s hand away. “What do you mean you’re not going to England?”
“Changed my mind,” Jared sipped his beer. “Thought the press release had already gone out. Should check on that.”
"And when were you going to tell me?”
“Well, you know now.” Jared looked at him with a frown. He looked genuinely puzzled and slightly hurt at Jensen’s anger. ”Jeez Jensen, I don’t know what your problem is.”
“My problem? We planned this, you asked me to come. I had that movie lined up and you said…”
“What?” Jared got out of bed and started pulling his clothes on. “I said it would be cool if you were there too. I didn’t ask you to turn down that movie.”
Jensen was quiet for a moment. Jared was right; he had never directly invited Jensen. Sure he’d talked about what fun they could have if they were both there, partying, doing some sight-seeing. Fucking in a foreign country. It was Jensen who had decided that spending ten days in England with Jared was worth turning down a small role in Matt Damon’s next movie.
Jensen’s head hurt. He’d put the pieces together and they seemed to fit; just like he and Jared fitted. Maybe he’d been assuming too much.
“So why aren’t you going?”
“What difference does it make?” Jared drained the rest of the beer and walked towards the bedroom door. “I never promised you anything Jensen.”
***
They were three months into the first season of Supernatural when Jared backed him into a corner of his trailer. He pressed against him so Jensen could feel how hard he was.
“How the fuck am I meant to concentrate on work when all I can think about is how much I want you?”
Jensen opened his mouth. Looking back he remembers going to say something sensible about being professional and not wanting to jeopardize their friendship. Whatever, he never got the chance to get out the words, mainly because his mouth was full of Jared’s tongue. His kiss was a seductive invitation, all slow licks and nibbles, and Jensen moaned back his acceptance.
That night Jared took him home. He laid Jensen out, spread him open, and fucked his way into his heart.
***
When it came to relationships, Jared was a dangerous driver. You hopped aboard this sexy ride and then woosh… He went from zero to a hundred in 20 seconds, accelerating so fast you got whiplash. Three years after his ride, Chad was still medicating himself for the pain with powders and bimbos.
Some people got thrown out when they thought the relationship was headed one way and then Jared would suddenly veer off on some tangent and they’d find themselves lying bruised by the wayside. Other times Jared would just screech to a halt and throw the door open, letting you know with cool eyes and that killer smile, that the trip was over.
Jensen never stood a chance.
He made the mistake everyone did. He thought that the hugs and laughter, the way Jared could wrap himself around you, around your heart, meant Jared was a nice guy. This was it - the whole giant puppy dog thing? Not an act. But remember - puppies don’t care how you feel. Jared moved from one person to the next without a thought. As long as someone had his attention he was all over them but if someone walked by with a tastier treat he was out of there.
Jensen never knew when Jared would want him. An hour break in filming and Jared was in Jensen’s trailers, on his knees and taking Jensen deep into his throat. Other times Jensen would turn up at Jared’s trailer to be met with a bored stare and a cool “What?”
On weekends Jensen learnt it was as random as a coin toss. They’d go for a drink with the crew after work, play some pool, and gossip about the other CW shows. You know, the way colleagues do. Jared could ignore him all night, and leave without a word. Then, an hour or two after he’d gone to bed, Jared would turn up.
Jensen would listen as Jared would strip in the darkness, already hard with anticipation. This might only happen once every few weeks but he lay awake waiting every Friday night. Sometimes it was a couple of hours of mad hard fucking, and Jensen waking up alone. Other times they’d spend all weekend together exploring each other slowly and thoroughly, only leaving the bedroom to eat and …well that was it really.
Sex with Jared was a revelation. Jensen had been around the block once or twice, so to speak, and was not one given to romantic excesses, but when they were together Jensen felt as if he was the center of Jared’s world. He felt able to let go, to take risks, in a way he hadn’t with anyone before.
The intensity of their fucking was a contrast to the rest of their relationship. Jensen told himself he was fine with it, this whole ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement. It wasn’t like they were in a relationship or anything - this was how guys should do it, he thought, without expectations or commitments. And if sometimes he felt an ache in his chest when Jared left without a word in the night, or a knot in his gut when he saw Jared all over some other guy at a party, he told himself it was just some old issues he had to deal with. Nothing to do with Jared at all.
***
After the WB became the CW and their world turned green, Chad cornered Jensen at the network launch party. He was more than a bit smashed, and as he pressed a hand against Jensen’s chest, he stank of cigarette smoke and despair.
“You seem like a nice guy. Just…Just be careful around Padalecki. You won’t see it coming until it’s too late.”
“Look, Chad…”
“You are so fucked man, and you don’t even realize it. You think he cares about you? You think…”
“Hey, you and Jared were three years ago. Get over it.” It was pathetic really, although Jensen could see why people thought Chad was an asshat.
Chad opened his mouth and then closed it, shaking his head as he walked away. He didn’t know what he expected Jensen to say. Didn’t matter, he’d tried to warn him, his conscience was clear. Ackles didn’t need to be such a prick though. It was that thought that kept his conscience clear when he found himself on his knees blowing Jared behind the cocktail tent an hour later.
***
Filming finished for the season, and the convention in England rolled around. Jensen had lined up a theatre gig in Texas for when he got back, and he hardly regretted having turned down the movie (although even Jensen had to admit doing a play with Lou Diamond Phillips didn’t quite compare with doing a movie with Peter O’Fucking Toole).
Jensen was flying out from L.A.; he hadn’t seen Jared since he started filming. Jensen had been planning to stay in Vancouver but after a couple of weeks it became clear Jared wasn’t going to have time for him.
“I need to immerse myself in this film,” Jared explained when he dropped around on his way to a party.
“Can’t wait to see you again,” Jared said as he pushed back onto Jensen’s cock.
“The Upfronts. Be good to celebrate getting the third season. Another year together.” Jensen came and collapsed down onto Jared’s sex slick chest.
“Thank god for another season. Did I tell you I ordered a Ferrari? A yellow one like McG has.” Jared rubbed the back of Jensen’s neck. ”When are the Upfronts?”
“May seventeen for us.”
“Remember how I sucked you off in the limo on the way to the Upfronts last year? How we sprung Mikey and Tom doing coke with that model chick? Damn we had fun.” Jared leaned over to press his mouth against Jensen’s, sucking on his bottom lip, scraping it between his teeth, before he let go. Sealed with a kiss thought Jensen.
***
Jensen had gone alone to the party last night; he hadn’t heard from Jared although he’d left three messages since he got back from England on Sunday. The party was okay but after the tenth person asked him where Jared was even Mikey’s coke wasn’t making him smile.
He walked the eight blocks back to his hotel, trying to to think, trying to work out where things had gone wrong, where he had gone wrong.
Back in his room Jensen stood and stared for a moment at his phone’s impassive blank screen. The CW Upfront presentation was tomorrow night. Jensen looked at the king-sized four poster bed in the middle of the room. He flipped open the phone. Maybe he could get a flight to Texas tonight.
After all, Jared never promised him anything.