Picturing You
Title: Picturing you
Author: missyjack
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,640
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Disclaimer: Despite advances in electronic surveillance I have no evidence this is true
Summary: Jared’s reaction to Jensen’s latest photo shoot is unexpected.
Jared and Jensen sat side by side on the sofa, running through the re-writes for the next day’s filming, while the remains of their Indian take-out dinner congealed in bowls on the table next to them.
Jared tossed his pages aside and stretched languorously, unsuccessfully stifling a wide yawn.
“Oh man, I need a break.” He rose and wandered around the living room, stretching his arms over his head. At the sound of a dull thump, Jensen looked up from his script and made a mental note that his next apartment should have a higher ceiling.
“Pol-ud-nit-sa, Po-lud-ni-cha. Po-lood-ni-tsa” The evil creature in this week’s show, a Russian spirit of the corn who stole children, was causing Jensen no end of trouble. “God, this is worse than that rakashashsa one we had.”
“It was Rakshasa” Jared was at the kitchen bench, idly flipping through the sports section from a week old copy of the LA Times. He put it aside and picked up a plastic folder.
“What are these?”
Jensen craned his neck and looked over. “Those? Prints from that TV Guide shoot I did. Photographer sent them to me. Po-lud-ni-tsa. Po-lud-ni-tsa” Jensen turned back to the script and silently cursed writers who wanted to bring some ethnic color to the show.
Jared opened the folder and picked up the first photo, which showed Jensen framed in a doorway, a striped shirt and tie in contrast with a pair of faded jeans. He smiled - god the camera loved Jensen and the feeling seemed mutual. Jared never quite got into the whole formal photo shoot thing -he always felt a whisker away from a Zoolander impersonation.
The next picture was a close-up of Jensen’s face, half in shadow, staring directly into the camera. Jared felt a throb in his cock; the look on Jensen’s face was unreadable, almost daring you to admit what he made you feel.
“Dude, are you wearing eyeliner?”
“”Maybe. Possibly. You know how these things go, they throw different shit at you and before you know it they’ve convinced you that wearing a stuffed panda on your head is the perfect look.”
“Oh I like the eyeliner. Very Good Charlotte.” A briefly airborne cushion clipped him on the side of the head. ”Owww”
Jared turned back to the pile of photos. The next one was of Jensen against a ruined wall. Light reflected off the fine sheen of sweat on his face. He looked wanton and well, slightly ruined. Jared’s cock got harder and he licked his lips; these may be for TV Guide but these shots were not about TV, about Supernatural or Dean. There were all Jensen and they were hot.
As he continued examining the pictures, his mouth moved from a relaxed smile into a tight line, and his brow creased. The next photo looked almost candid. Jensen was reclining on an unmade bed, barefoot, face turned away hiding a half-laugh, half-smile. It was an intimate portrait. The type of photo you took of a lover.
Jared started scrutinizing each photo slowly, studying the details. Sometimes he would hold one close to his face. Squinting, frowning at what he saw. Sometimes his long fingers would ghost across a detail - Jensen’s mouth, or the curve of his jaw -as if he was reading some secret Braille message. One large hand moved to rub his belly, where a twisted knot was forming.
Jensen has nearly mastered Dean’s exposition on the history of Slavic field spirits, when Jared slammed the plastic folder down amidst the curries and stood, arms crossed, looming over Jensen.
“I’m a fucking idiot aren’t I?”
Jensen looked up, startled by the sudden outburst.
“What the…what are you talking about?”
Jared picked up the folder and shook it.
“He fucked you. The photographer. Or at the very least you gave him one hell of a blow job.”
“For fuck's sake?”
“I mean how dense am I? Is he the only one or are you whoring your ass around town?”
“Jare, you have no…
“No, I probably don’t. I know we haven’t talked about it Jensen.” Jared took a deep breath, but the hand holding the folder was shaking. “I mean, I just assumed what we have…I dunno was… special or something. I didn’t think about you being with anyone else. Just didn’t think you would. Didn’t think you wanted to. And now I see photos of it and…”
“Photos? What? Of me fully clothed? And you get me fucking someone from that, how exactly?” Jensen shook his head. How had the evening gone from dinner and a read through, to this?
Jared held up a photo. In it, Jensen saw himself, leaning back on a brocade sofa, legs apart and a look of naked desire on his face. Jared pursed his lips and tilted his head, and Jensen nearly smiled because for just a moment Jared looked exactly the same as when he was doing his pissy Sam face.
“It’s what they wanted to go with. It’s acting. You know, that thing we do.”
“Acting. You can’t act this.” Jared thrust a photo at Jensen. “Look at this one - your mouth all swollen, that…that look you have after you’ve blown me. And this one.” He shoved another picture into Jensen’s hand. Jared’s voice was low, and he didn’t meet Jensen’s eyes. “I know your come face when I see it.”
Jensen bent and picked up a photo from the pile on the table, wiping a smear of vindaloo from the corner. He stepped around the table, grasped Jared’s hand in his as he held up the photo that showed him again on a bed, ass in the air.
“The guy said he wanted sexy. See this? This photo? I was thinking of that Sunday a couple of weeks ago. We’d been to that party at Tom’s. Remember - when Mikey did the thing? And then we got back to your place and fucked all night. You went out to get croissants and I remember lying there desperate for you to get back so we could do it all again.”
Jared looked from the photo and back to Jensen. He wordlessly passed another photo to Jensen, one in which Jensen’s face was flushed and his mouth looked almost bruised.
Jensen smiled. “Your cock. Not a specific time. Just how much I love having you in my mouth. How it feels as you get hard, my lips dragging along your shaft, my tongue cupping you. The head of your cock rubbing across my mouth, the taste as you get moist. Those times when you let go, hands holding my head as you fuck down my throat.”
Jared’s face had softened, but he still looked doubtful. “You expect me to believe…”
“That just thinking about you can get me that hot? Fuck yes. You are an idiot if you don’t know the effect you have on me.”
Jensen took the folder from Jared and leafed through it until he found the photo he was looking for. Another shot against the wall, his head thrown back exposing the long line of his throat, his eyes hidden beneath lowered lids. He looked like a man lost in desire. A man who had just been fucked.
“Do you know how we set up that shot? The photographer told me to think of an occassion when I got lost in sex, when someone took me out of myself.” Jensen looked from the photo and back to Jared. “I thought of that time, after we finished filming that scene when Sam was possessed. You were still full of all that energy…”
The black contact lenses were gone, but there was a still a dark wildness in Jared’s eyes. He grabbed Jensen by the arm and pulled him out through the back of the set to the shed where all the construction gear was housed.
The scene had been emotionally and physically intense. To sell it, they both had to let go- be willing to hurt and be hurt. There was a high level of trust involved. The sight of Jensen’s face twisted in pain as he’d taunted and pretended to beat him had pained Jared - and excited him.
Out behind the shed Jared pushed Jensen against a pile of timber, his hands moving under Jensen’s shirt, ripping it as he pulled it up. Jensen arched back as Jared moved his mouth across his chest. Licking, kissing, biting. Often shy of his size, now Jared unfurled himself engulfing Jensen’s body with his.
Hands fought to undo jeans, as two mouths devoured each other. Jared reached down and wrapped a hand around both cocks, squeezing them as they thickened. His other hand wrapped around the back of Jensen’s neck, squeezing it tight as their bodies moved hard together. He rubbed a thumb over their cocks, smearing pre-come from one to the other.
Jensen thrust against Jared’s hand, against his cock. Jared moved his lips over Jensen’s, so that they shared one breath. Jensen pulled back enough to look into Jared’s eyes. His pupils were wide and as he came, Jensen felt like he was staring into the night sky, falling into its infinity.
Jared looked at Jensen. He remembered too.
“That’s how thinking about you makes me feel. And it shows, on my face, for everyone to see.” Jensen dropped the photos to the floor and moved his arms around Jared’s waist.
“Maybe I can give you some more happy memories?” asked Jared as he grabbed Jensen’s ass.
“That’d be great.” said Jensen with a smile. “I’ve got a shoot for GQ next week.”