The Garage, Sequel to The Parking Lot: RPS Jensen/Misha
Title: The Garage, RPS, Sequel to The Parking Lot
Summary: Jensen/Misha, Pretty much PWP gratuitous rimming fic involving some love between Misha and the Impala. Jealous? You should be.
Warnings: Slash, barebacking, squick warning for rimming.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Supernatural and make no claim of ownership of the names and likenesses this story contains. I do not profit from this work and will probably receive ridicule as payment, but would accept gum if offered.
Author’s Note: Read The Parking Lot here.
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Jensen uses his thumbs to spread Misha open, his pink hole swollen and shining from all the attention, he laughs as Misha groans louder as he feels himself being stretched open.
Misha pushes back onto Jensen's thumb as he rubs over the rim. Jensen slows his pace, making sure to be gentle when he squeezes Misha’s hip with his other hand, not wanting to bruise him too badly. Misha’s skin is as tender as a peach. And a pretty as one too.
Jensen relishes the noises Misha makes as he dives back in, licking over Misha's hole.
Jensen moves his thumbs out of the way as he sucks at the pretty pink skin, making Misha curse, "Fuck Jensen, you're killing me. Please, please just fuck me already!"
Misha's body betrays him as he rolls his hips and opens to Jensen's tongue like he's made of butter.
Jensen tongue fucks him until he's a babbling mess, hard cock leaking a puddle onto the hood of Dean's Impala, the one they use to shoot the really nice closeup scenes.
Misha's hands scrabble at nothing, trying to gain some leverage to push back onto Jensen's tongue. Feels dirty and slick and open, knows Jensen likes him that way.
Misha's muscles flutter against Jensen's tongue, clenching down, as Jensen pushes in as far as he can go before pulling back out to use his fingers.
Misha loves to be fingered. Will beg for it if he goes too long without.
Jensen had pulled Misha into the garage the first chance he got after the director called for a 30 minute break while they fixed the set to reshoot. Knew he couldn’t wait any longer to have Misha under him again.
He's had Misha bent over the Impala, begging for his cock for a solid twenty minutes now, knows he doesn't have long before they have to get back. Jensen idly wonders if Dean would take what he wanted from Castiel this way, if given the chance.
Jensen pulls his fingers out of Misha's greedy hole, watches as Misha keens and tries to follow his fingers, wiggling his ass in the air.
He slaps Misha’s ass hard, giving into the impulse, and has to reach down and squeeze the base of Misha’s cock to keep him from coming. Jensen’s cock throbs in sympathy. One of these days he will take his time finding out how deep Misha’s pain kink goes.
"You hot little slut, you want it don't you? Been thinking about my cock all day?" He waits until Misha has backed off from the edge again, no longer in danger of coming too soon, panting with the effort not to come.
Before Misha can start begging for his cock again, Jensen slaps Misha’s ass again and slides his bare cock inside Misha, precome and saliva slicking the way.
Misha makes a strangled noise as Jensen's long cock hits his prostate, can't form words as he just nods against the car's hood. “Fuck, I love your ass Mish. Always so tight for me, even when I spend an hour opening you up with my tongue.”
Jensen pounds into Misha, knows he'll be leaving handprint shaped bruises on his hips, tries to lighten his grip but can’t seem to stop pulling him back onto his cock.
Misha doesn't last much longer, Jensen’s “Come on Mish, let me feel you fall apart baby,” push him over the edge. He’s coming with Jensen's name on his lips as he clenches down hard on Jensen's cock. They’ve both been on edge for so long, it’s a wonder he didn’t come sooner.
Jensen slams in a few more times, making Misha groan loudly before he comes, thrusting deep to keep most of his come inside Misha.
Jensen takes a moment to breathe before he starts cleaning them up. "I'll pick you up when you get done filming, just text me to let me know." Jensen leans in for a filthy kiss, their flavors mingling between them.
Misha nods and tries in vain to make himself look presentable for the camera.
"And Misha?" Jensen catches his eye before he's halfway out of the door, "I'm going to fuck you again in the back seat of my car before I take you home. And then I'm going to bend you over my kitchen table and have myself a little midnight snack."
Jensen winks and walks out the door of the garage like he didn't just bowl Misha over with the filthiest pillow talk he's ever heard. Misha adjusts his hard again cock and feels Jensen's handiwork with every step he takes, his mind already in the backseat of Jensen's car.
FIN.