Rhinestone Cowboy - 1 of 1
Title: Rhinestone Cowboy
Author: Annie
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Jared/Chris Kane - Some Jensen
Rating: NC17
Summary: Chris has always wanted it and now he isn’t afraid to try.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything or anyone. This is pure fiction and no reflection on the real people - whom I love too much to hurt!
A/N: For Mags - Belated Happy Birthday porn with some cheer me up elements! You know my problems so I hope that this floats your boat!!
The bar is small, crowded and hot. Jensen gets another two beers and weaves his way back over to where Jared is standing, easy to spot even in the heaving throng of people. Jared raises a hand and waves, all laid back and friendly.
“Is it always like this?” He says and Jensen grins back, nodding.
Because it is always like this when Kane play in their home town.
The set ends and cheers ring through the room. Chris wipes the sweat from his brow and slumps back against the loud speaker, lifting his hat a little from his head and scratching at damp hair.
From his viewpoint on stage, he could see that Jensen had kept his promise and he couldn’t help but grin as he noticed that Jared looked more than a little unsteady as he swayed to music that was no longer playing.
Chris bit down on his fingertip, ‘Ah temptation,’ he mused to himself, ‘sweet, sweet temptation’.
“Howdy,” Chris sidled up to Jensen and gave his ass a friendly slap. Jensen grinned back at him, eyes shining from behind his glasses.
“Hey,” Jensen gave Chris a quick squeeze, “it was good tonight, you were really cooking,” he gave his friend a wicked grin, “something inspiring you?”
“You didn’t say anything did ya?” Chris feels foolish as his face flushes a little and his voice goes even deeper, gravely and longing.
“Nah,” Jensen shakes his head, “thought it would be a nice surprise.”
“Thanks,” Chris suddenly needs a drink and he turns to go to the bar when a large, warm hand falls on his wrist and a voice that is slurred and Texan, dips close to his ears.
“Great show, nice music - let me buy you a beer,”
Chris looks up and up and sees 6ft 5 inches of muscle, hair and grin staring down at him. He feels his face flush again and he tips his hat forward a little to hide his embarrassment, hips thrust forward, all cocky cowboy and confidence.
“Sure, Jared, glad you liked it.”
“Jensen never stops talkin’ about you man,” the hand moves from his wrist to the small of his back and strokes his spine, “and with good reason - I love country music.”
“You dance?” Chris asks all smiles and Jared out and out laughs, mouth open, head back.
“Of course - but only when there is a line to follow,” he gestures with his head to where the dance floor is, full of pretty girls and Texan boys, all in time, legs kicking, arms waving. Chris tries to imagine Jared at the end of the line and fails spectacularly. He takes the cold beer from Jared’s fingers and drinks it down.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” He doesn’t know where that one came from, because he meant to go slow and easy, but there is an impatience inside of him, eating away at him and he wants, God how he wants. He smiles, to take the edge off his eagerness, “I mean - I have cold beers back at my apartment.”
“You gonna play me somethin’?” Jared grins again, his head on one side, watching the dancing, “to go down with the beer?”
“Yeah - sure - why not,” he can feel his heart rate increase and he is aware of Jensen watching them, smile on his face a mile wide.
He isn’t up to driving, but his place is only minutes from the bar, so they walk, slow and steady, breath huffing in the cool night air.
The moon is full and bright and it gives him chance to watch Jared, surreptitiously, under his hat. The boy is surely beautiful, all long limbs and sharp edges, hair too long and clothes too pink, but the body they cover surely makes up for any fashion feux pas.
He wasn’t sure if Jared would be interested, still isn’t if truth be known. He knows that he split up with Sandy months ago and he knows that he is on the market, but he doesn’t know if he is gonna go for a Texan cowboy from Dallas with a guitar and a so-so acting career. He can hope though and is comforted by the fact that he nearly always gets what he wants.
He turns on the sidelights and cracks open a bottle, handing it to Jared who slumps down on his couch, eyes flicking around the apartment. His legs are so long they virtually touch the fireplace and his eyes glitter in the darkness, his elegant throat moving as he swallows down the amber liquid.
“Am I gettin’ that song yet cowboy?” he slurs out, all Texan vowels, voice soft and rough at the same time, “or is there somethin’ else you had in mind?”
Chris takes the hint and sits down fast, his hands fisting in the front of Jared’s shirt, fingers on buttons as fast as you like. Jared huffs and lays back, letting it happen, beer bottle still held, tentatively, in his hand.
Chris works quickly, so hard already that he is not sure he can last the distance. God knows how long he has wanted this, how long he has lusted over his best friends co star, how long he has wanted to get his hands on that sinful young body. Jared lets out a long moan as he pulls down the worn denim jeans and pulls silk boxers along with them.
Soon Jared is naked, laying long and eager on Chris’s couch, brown skin flexing, cock big and proud against his belly. Chris sits for a moment to admire the view. He is fully clothed, still wearing that stupid hat and he feels honoured, aroused, and needy, as if he is in the presence of something wonderful.
“Your mouth,” Jared says, low and husky, “not just for singing cowboy.”
Chris takes the hint and goes down; fingers’ tipping back his hat, Jared stills them. “Nah,” he mumbles, “leave it on.”
He gets his mouth over the flared head of Jared’s cock, tongue working on the bundle of nerves underneath, hands palming his balls. Jared bucks his hips, slowly, trying not to choke Chris, his whole body trembling. He raises himself up on his elbows so that he can watch as the older man goes down on him, repeatedly, eyes slitted and lustful under the brim of his hat, sweat staining his shirt.
“God, want this, want you,” Jared bucks again, sensations flooding through him, warm and desperate, “what took you so fucking long?”
Chris can’t really reply his mouth too busy on other things but he curses his own reluctance and blesses Jensen for finally getting Chris’s head out of his stubborn ass.
Jared has stopped making much sense and is moaning so loud that Chris is sure that the neighbours will be banging on the walls soon. He can feel the taste of Jared on his tongue and his own cock is so hard he is pretty sure that he is going to explode. He pulls off Jared with an obscene pop and the younger man groans, his arm thrown over his eyes, his hips still bucking into air.
“Gonna ride you,” Chris grinds out, soft and low. He tears off his clothes but leaves his hat on, pushing it back so that he looks like a cowboy at the rodeo ready to ride a particularly feisty colt.
“Do it” Jared pulls him down and holds his own cock as Chris settles himself over him. There isn’t much time for prepping but neither of them care and soon Chris is impaled on Jared’s erection and they are both bucking and yelling, the slap of flesh on flesh almost as loud as they are.
Chris comes with a groan, without even having his cock touched. Jared seems to know all his sweet spots and he hits them every damn time. Jared tenses, stiffens and then bucks up one last time and then it is over and they are panting atop of the couch, sweat and come drying between them.
“How about that song now cowboy?” Jared grins through damp bangs, his teeth white and even.
Chris lays his head against that warm, broad chest and takes his chance.
“Maybe next time,” he says.
END
Author: Annie
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Jared/Chris Kane - Some Jensen
Rating: NC17
Summary: Chris has always wanted it and now he isn’t afraid to try.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything or anyone. This is pure fiction and no reflection on the real people - whom I love too much to hurt!
A/N: For Mags - Belated Happy Birthday porn with some cheer me up elements! You know my problems so I hope that this floats your boat!!
The bar is small, crowded and hot. Jensen gets another two beers and weaves his way back over to where Jared is standing, easy to spot even in the heaving throng of people. Jared raises a hand and waves, all laid back and friendly.
“Is it always like this?” He says and Jensen grins back, nodding.
Because it is always like this when Kane play in their home town.
The set ends and cheers ring through the room. Chris wipes the sweat from his brow and slumps back against the loud speaker, lifting his hat a little from his head and scratching at damp hair.
From his viewpoint on stage, he could see that Jensen had kept his promise and he couldn’t help but grin as he noticed that Jared looked more than a little unsteady as he swayed to music that was no longer playing.
Chris bit down on his fingertip, ‘Ah temptation,’ he mused to himself, ‘sweet, sweet temptation’.
“Howdy,” Chris sidled up to Jensen and gave his ass a friendly slap. Jensen grinned back at him, eyes shining from behind his glasses.
“Hey,” Jensen gave Chris a quick squeeze, “it was good tonight, you were really cooking,” he gave his friend a wicked grin, “something inspiring you?”
“You didn’t say anything did ya?” Chris feels foolish as his face flushes a little and his voice goes even deeper, gravely and longing.
“Nah,” Jensen shakes his head, “thought it would be a nice surprise.”
“Thanks,” Chris suddenly needs a drink and he turns to go to the bar when a large, warm hand falls on his wrist and a voice that is slurred and Texan, dips close to his ears.
“Great show, nice music - let me buy you a beer,”
Chris looks up and up and sees 6ft 5 inches of muscle, hair and grin staring down at him. He feels his face flush again and he tips his hat forward a little to hide his embarrassment, hips thrust forward, all cocky cowboy and confidence.
“Sure, Jared, glad you liked it.”
“Jensen never stops talkin’ about you man,” the hand moves from his wrist to the small of his back and strokes his spine, “and with good reason - I love country music.”
“You dance?” Chris asks all smiles and Jared out and out laughs, mouth open, head back.
“Of course - but only when there is a line to follow,” he gestures with his head to where the dance floor is, full of pretty girls and Texan boys, all in time, legs kicking, arms waving. Chris tries to imagine Jared at the end of the line and fails spectacularly. He takes the cold beer from Jared’s fingers and drinks it down.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” He doesn’t know where that one came from, because he meant to go slow and easy, but there is an impatience inside of him, eating away at him and he wants, God how he wants. He smiles, to take the edge off his eagerness, “I mean - I have cold beers back at my apartment.”
“You gonna play me somethin’?” Jared grins again, his head on one side, watching the dancing, “to go down with the beer?”
“Yeah - sure - why not,” he can feel his heart rate increase and he is aware of Jensen watching them, smile on his face a mile wide.
He isn’t up to driving, but his place is only minutes from the bar, so they walk, slow and steady, breath huffing in the cool night air.
The moon is full and bright and it gives him chance to watch Jared, surreptitiously, under his hat. The boy is surely beautiful, all long limbs and sharp edges, hair too long and clothes too pink, but the body they cover surely makes up for any fashion feux pas.
He wasn’t sure if Jared would be interested, still isn’t if truth be known. He knows that he split up with Sandy months ago and he knows that he is on the market, but he doesn’t know if he is gonna go for a Texan cowboy from Dallas with a guitar and a so-so acting career. He can hope though and is comforted by the fact that he nearly always gets what he wants.
He turns on the sidelights and cracks open a bottle, handing it to Jared who slumps down on his couch, eyes flicking around the apartment. His legs are so long they virtually touch the fireplace and his eyes glitter in the darkness, his elegant throat moving as he swallows down the amber liquid.
“Am I gettin’ that song yet cowboy?” he slurs out, all Texan vowels, voice soft and rough at the same time, “or is there somethin’ else you had in mind?”
Chris takes the hint and sits down fast, his hands fisting in the front of Jared’s shirt, fingers on buttons as fast as you like. Jared huffs and lays back, letting it happen, beer bottle still held, tentatively, in his hand.
Chris works quickly, so hard already that he is not sure he can last the distance. God knows how long he has wanted this, how long he has lusted over his best friends co star, how long he has wanted to get his hands on that sinful young body. Jared lets out a long moan as he pulls down the worn denim jeans and pulls silk boxers along with them.
Soon Jared is naked, laying long and eager on Chris’s couch, brown skin flexing, cock big and proud against his belly. Chris sits for a moment to admire the view. He is fully clothed, still wearing that stupid hat and he feels honoured, aroused, and needy, as if he is in the presence of something wonderful.
“Your mouth,” Jared says, low and husky, “not just for singing cowboy.”
Chris takes the hint and goes down; fingers’ tipping back his hat, Jared stills them. “Nah,” he mumbles, “leave it on.”
He gets his mouth over the flared head of Jared’s cock, tongue working on the bundle of nerves underneath, hands palming his balls. Jared bucks his hips, slowly, trying not to choke Chris, his whole body trembling. He raises himself up on his elbows so that he can watch as the older man goes down on him, repeatedly, eyes slitted and lustful under the brim of his hat, sweat staining his shirt.
“God, want this, want you,” Jared bucks again, sensations flooding through him, warm and desperate, “what took you so fucking long?”
Chris can’t really reply his mouth too busy on other things but he curses his own reluctance and blesses Jensen for finally getting Chris’s head out of his stubborn ass.
Jared has stopped making much sense and is moaning so loud that Chris is sure that the neighbours will be banging on the walls soon. He can feel the taste of Jared on his tongue and his own cock is so hard he is pretty sure that he is going to explode. He pulls off Jared with an obscene pop and the younger man groans, his arm thrown over his eyes, his hips still bucking into air.
“Gonna ride you,” Chris grinds out, soft and low. He tears off his clothes but leaves his hat on, pushing it back so that he looks like a cowboy at the rodeo ready to ride a particularly feisty colt.
“Do it” Jared pulls him down and holds his own cock as Chris settles himself over him. There isn’t much time for prepping but neither of them care and soon Chris is impaled on Jared’s erection and they are both bucking and yelling, the slap of flesh on flesh almost as loud as they are.
Chris comes with a groan, without even having his cock touched. Jared seems to know all his sweet spots and he hits them every damn time. Jared tenses, stiffens and then bucks up one last time and then it is over and they are panting atop of the couch, sweat and come drying between them.
“How about that song now cowboy?” Jared grins through damp bangs, his teeth white and even.
Chris lays his head against that warm, broad chest and takes his chance.
“Maybe next time,” he says.
END