Jared/Jensen/Shia LeBeouf smut for arabella_hope
Title: Chicago Nights.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen/Shia LeBeouf
Rating: NC17.
Summary: Jared + Jensen + Shia + Chicago = drunken shenanigans.
Disclaimer: Not real.
Notes: For Ang who wanted Shia hooking up with the boys, in Chicago. ♥ Thanks to zelda_zee for the beta.
The last thing Shia remembers clearly, the last thing that isn’t blurred and distorted like he’ s seeing it through the bottom of a shot glass, is walking into the hotel bar and seeing two faces he recognized but couldn’t quite place. Two solo whiskeys later and it hits him that it’s the guys from that show, the one his make-up girl is crazy about, the one with the brothers who have a little too much chemistry to be just siblings. He’s seen the both of them around at awards shows and industry parties but always alone, never together like they are now and, yeah, his interest is kinda piqued because - seeing them standing in each other’s space, leaning in close like they’re sharing the same air, noticing all the tiny little touches they exchange that you could miss if you weren’t looking for them - they’re both hot but, fuck, together they’d be hotter.
Three hours later and Shia’s got some missing hours like he was kidnapped by aliens and whisked off to space for part of the night. He’s sitting on a bed in a room that’s way nicer than his - which he’s gonna talk to his agent about in the morning, if he survives that long - and he’s trying to remember how the fuck he got here.
There’s this hazy memory of Jared coming over all big grin and bigger hand thrust out to shake and Jensen following behind a little more distant and wary-looking, and then there was drinking and small talk and... whatever, Shia was too busy listening to the way they finished each other’s sentences and watching the way Jared couldn’t tear his eyes away when Jensen had his lips wrapped round the neck of a beer bottle. And all the while they’re crowding in towards him, backing him into a corner until he felt trapped. But in a good way.
Shia’s not short by any means but compared to them he felt tiny, like he was back in high school and the older, cooler kids were letting him join their gang and by the time the touches started - the hand on his shoulder, the fingertips brushing against the inside of his wrist, the solid weight of Jared leaning into him on one side and Jensen on the other - Shia was feeling like an antelope that’d been singled out from the herd by a pair of lions on the hunt. But he sure as hell wasn’t complaining.
So. when Jared leant in and whispered in the most goddamn pornographic voice Shia’s heard, like, ever: I wanna watch him blow you and then I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop. Shia didn’t even think twice before he nodded his head and said okay.
So here he is sitting in their room, on their bed and Jared’s got Jensen pinned to the wall in front of him, and he’s sucking on Jensen’s neck like a goddamn vampire, and Jensen’s hands are bunched into Jared shirt and hair like he’s never gonna let go, and their hips are jerking into each other as they dry hump like teenagers at a prom party. Shia’s just thinking they must have forgotten about him when Jared’s arm moves back towards him, palm outstretched in invitation and, fuck, Shia doesn’t need anything more than that. He’s off the bed and over to where they are before he can even blink.
Somehow he ends up wedged between the two of them. Jensen’s cock hard against his ass, Jared’s pressing onto his hip as they grind against him, kissing over his shoulder, and he’s so fucking turned on that he’s sure he’s going to have a heart attack any second. But then he’s also pretty sure that if either of them touches him he’s going to come so fast he’ll die of embarrassment so, yeah, either way he’s dead. Which is kind of a shame because he’d much rather stay alive long enough to really enjoy this.
Shia feels a hand palming his cock through his jeans, he doesn’t know if it belongs to Jared or Jensen and, frankly, he doesn’t care. He cares even less when his zipper is pulled open and another set of hands pushes his jeans down to his knees. It occurs to him that he’s the only one getting undressed so he sets to work on Jared’s fly only to have his hand slapped away.
"Nuh-uh, guests first." Jared’s smile is just this side of evil and Shia feels heat rise inside as he takes it in.
"I think I promised that Jen would blow you, you want that right? You want to see his fucking perfect mouth stretched wide around your cock?" Shia can only nod, his brain really not up to formulating words.
"And then," Jared’s smile quirks up at the corner, pure fucking evil, and he nods his head towards the corner of the room "I’m going to bend you over that chair and fuck you, okay?"
Suddenly Shia thinks that no, that isn’t what he wants, not yet anyway. As much as he wants what Jared’s suggesting, he wants to see them fucking more.
"No. No I want to watch you fuck him."
There’s a gasp from behind him and he feels Jensen’s hips jerk hard, rough denim scratching his ass and Jared grins so hard Shia thinks his face is going to split.
"That’s fine by me. That okay with you, Jen?"
Jensen croaks out a rough yeah and Shia thinks he knows just how he feels because, yeah, he really wants it to happen.
Jared’s hands move to his waist and Shia feels himself being shuffled backwards, back to the bed, his movements hampered by the jeans bunched at his ankles. Jensen follows, a sly smile on his face as he strips his T shirt off and drops it to the floor before pulling Shia’s up and over his head and disposing of it in the same way. There’s a bump as they hit the bed and then Jared’s sliding past him, one hand on his shoulder, his thumb absent-mindedly stroking a pattern against Shia’s neck but really his attention is focused on Jensen who he leans towards, whispering something in his ear that Shia can’t hear but that makes Jensen’s eyes go wide and his pupil’s dilate until there’s nothing left to see but black.
Jared pushes him down towards the bed and Shia lands on it as gracefully as a baby taking its first step. He feels jittery, like he’s trapped inside his own skin and it only gets worse when Jensen sinks to his knees and tugs at his jeans, pulling them the rest of the way off and flinging them to one side.
There’s a brief moment that feels like a breath being held, like each of them is waiting for the others to move, to do something. But it doesn't last long, the feeling of anticipation in the room is stronger than any doubts each of them might have.
Jared strips then kneels down beside Jensen and kisses him, really fucking kisses him so Shia can see the slide of tongue and the way Jared is biting at Jensen’s lips and, without even thinking about it, Shia’s hand is on his cock, stroking himself slowly, trying to draw out moment and commit it to memory. Jensen breaks off the kiss like some secret communication was passed between them and shuffles forward, pushing Shia’s knees apart and settling between them. Shia tenses, he can’t help it, he’s still buzzed from all the alcohol but there’s a sharp feeling of clarity washing over him, like his mind knows this is something he isn’t going to want to forget. And, it isn’t, it really isn’t because Shia is pretty damn sure he has never seen anything as hot and sinful and spectacularly dirty as the look in Jensen’s eyes as he leans forward and licks a stripe from the root of Shia’s cock to the tip and then parts those ridiculously wicked lips and slowly, deliberately eases them as far down Shia’s cock as he can.
Fuck. Shia just stares, so overcome by the sight of it - by the sight of Jensen’s kissed-bruised lips stretched wide around his cock and the way that Jared’s hand is in Jensen’s hair, guiding him forward then tugging him back - that he doesn’t register the feel of it. But, jesus, when it hits him, when he feels the wet heat of Jensen’s mouth around him and the press and swirl of Jensen’s tongue and the subtle scrape of teeth, the just fucking perfect pressure of it as Jensen bobs up and down Shia thinks that this, this is what’s going to kill him.
Jared coughs to get his attention as he moves to kneel behind Jensen, and then stares at him and orders don’t come, not until we do and Shia wants to say seriously, man, there’s no fucking way but he doesn’t. He just bites his lip and thinks about unemployment and taxes and his teacher from the third grade, the one with that weird mole on her face with the big old hair growing out of it and he tries desperately to keep a lid on the fucking need he has to let go and push his cock as far down Jensen’s throat as he can and just come already.
But it’s worth it because just as he’s switching to math, counting out the times tables in his head with his eyes squeezed shut in concentration he feels rather than hears Jensen groan around his cock and he opens his eyes just in time to see Jared thrust forward, burying his cock as deep into Jensen’s ass as it will go, pushing Jensen forward so Shia feels his cock slide deeper into Jensen’s mouth. He feels the bump of it against the back of Jensen’s throat and then Jensen swallows, lets his mouth go slack and relaxes his muscles and, fuck, Shia is so fucking deep in his throat that he wonder’s how Jensen can still breathe.
Jensen’s got one arm slung across Shia’s thigh, his hand curled around his hip, holding himself up and Shia down. Shia can see the muscles in Jensen’s other arm flex and move as he jerks himself off hard and fast. Jared’s hands are gripping Jensen’s hips so hard that Shia swears he can see bruises forming before his eyes and Jared’s eyes are shut tight, he’s lost in the moment, driving deep into Jensen’s ass, rough thrusts that Shia can feel every time they push Jensen onto his cock.
Shia knows he’s not going to last much longer, knows he can’t possibly, not with the way Jensen’s sucking at his cock like it’s the best damned popsicle he’s ever had and not with the babble of dirty words spilling out of Jared’s mouth, praising Jensen for being the most beautiful slut he’s ever known, telling him all the things he wants to do to him when they’re alone. There’s no image in the world bad enough to keep him from coming and Shia just can’t stop the whine that bubbles up in his throat as he tries to hold on, tries to let Jensen know he’s going to shoot down his throat any second now. He squeezes his eyes shut again, praying that it will help.
"I can’t, I can’t hold on, I’ve gotta come. I..."
"Do it."
Shia’s eyes fly open and Jared is staring right at him, eyes wild, pupils blown and that’s it. That’s all it takes and Shia’s coming, hips jerking out of control, bucking forward as the rush hits him. The room fading out in a swirl of color as lights flash in front of his eyes and he feels Jensen swallow again and again. It feels like it goes on forever, his cock swelling and pulsing in Jensen’s mouth, shocks running through his whole body as wave after wave of sensation hits him. It leaves him feeling weak and breathless, like he wants to just lie back on the bed and sleep for days but Jared’s still fucking into Jensen and Jensen’s pulling back now and deep guttural noises are spilling out of his mouth and Shia doesn’t want to miss a beat of this.
Jared shifts back, pulls Jensen with him until Jensen’s straddling his lap and now Shia can see their hands joined around Jensen’s cock, see the way Jared pushes up into him driving him up into their fists. Jensen turns his head and they kiss, all sloppy-frantic, both of them gasping for air until, finally, Jared freezes, a harsh grunt escaping as he holds Jensen down against him, his whole body shuddering as he comes deep inside Jensen’s ass. Jensen following close behind, his head dropping forward as he groans fuck, Jared, fuck, his cock jerking and spilling strings of come over their joined fingers.
Jared and Jensen sink to the floor, limbs wrapped around each other, breathing so heavy and so loud that Shia thinks the people in the next room must be able to hear. Suddenly he feels out of place, like he’s intruding on something he has no right to see, so he tries to collect himself, stands on shaky legs and looks around, wondering where the hell his clothes are.
He feels a hand brush against his ankle, looks down and sees Jensen smiling at him, drowsy-eyed, looking completely fucked out.
"You can stay, if you want."
And Shia thinks, yeah, he could, it would beat trying to remember how to walk and the bed is pretty comfortable, but... nah, he’s got an early call in the morning, and really, honestly, all he wants to do right now is sleep.
Still, as he’s leaving, as he tiptoes to the door like a kid trying to sneak out of church without being seen, he makes sure to leave a note with his number on it, because... yeah.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen/Shia LeBeouf
Rating: NC17.
Summary: Jared + Jensen + Shia + Chicago = drunken shenanigans.
Disclaimer: Not real.
Notes: For Ang who wanted Shia hooking up with the boys, in Chicago. ♥ Thanks to zelda_zee for the beta.
The last thing Shia remembers clearly, the last thing that isn’t blurred and distorted like he’ s seeing it through the bottom of a shot glass, is walking into the hotel bar and seeing two faces he recognized but couldn’t quite place. Two solo whiskeys later and it hits him that it’s the guys from that show, the one his make-up girl is crazy about, the one with the brothers who have a little too much chemistry to be just siblings. He’s seen the both of them around at awards shows and industry parties but always alone, never together like they are now and, yeah, his interest is kinda piqued because - seeing them standing in each other’s space, leaning in close like they’re sharing the same air, noticing all the tiny little touches they exchange that you could miss if you weren’t looking for them - they’re both hot but, fuck, together they’d be hotter.
Three hours later and Shia’s got some missing hours like he was kidnapped by aliens and whisked off to space for part of the night. He’s sitting on a bed in a room that’s way nicer than his - which he’s gonna talk to his agent about in the morning, if he survives that long - and he’s trying to remember how the fuck he got here.
There’s this hazy memory of Jared coming over all big grin and bigger hand thrust out to shake and Jensen following behind a little more distant and wary-looking, and then there was drinking and small talk and... whatever, Shia was too busy listening to the way they finished each other’s sentences and watching the way Jared couldn’t tear his eyes away when Jensen had his lips wrapped round the neck of a beer bottle. And all the while they’re crowding in towards him, backing him into a corner until he felt trapped. But in a good way.
Shia’s not short by any means but compared to them he felt tiny, like he was back in high school and the older, cooler kids were letting him join their gang and by the time the touches started - the hand on his shoulder, the fingertips brushing against the inside of his wrist, the solid weight of Jared leaning into him on one side and Jensen on the other - Shia was feeling like an antelope that’d been singled out from the herd by a pair of lions on the hunt. But he sure as hell wasn’t complaining.
So. when Jared leant in and whispered in the most goddamn pornographic voice Shia’s heard, like, ever: I wanna watch him blow you and then I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop. Shia didn’t even think twice before he nodded his head and said okay.
So here he is sitting in their room, on their bed and Jared’s got Jensen pinned to the wall in front of him, and he’s sucking on Jensen’s neck like a goddamn vampire, and Jensen’s hands are bunched into Jared shirt and hair like he’s never gonna let go, and their hips are jerking into each other as they dry hump like teenagers at a prom party. Shia’s just thinking they must have forgotten about him when Jared’s arm moves back towards him, palm outstretched in invitation and, fuck, Shia doesn’t need anything more than that. He’s off the bed and over to where they are before he can even blink.
Somehow he ends up wedged between the two of them. Jensen’s cock hard against his ass, Jared’s pressing onto his hip as they grind against him, kissing over his shoulder, and he’s so fucking turned on that he’s sure he’s going to have a heart attack any second. But then he’s also pretty sure that if either of them touches him he’s going to come so fast he’ll die of embarrassment so, yeah, either way he’s dead. Which is kind of a shame because he’d much rather stay alive long enough to really enjoy this.
Shia feels a hand palming his cock through his jeans, he doesn’t know if it belongs to Jared or Jensen and, frankly, he doesn’t care. He cares even less when his zipper is pulled open and another set of hands pushes his jeans down to his knees. It occurs to him that he’s the only one getting undressed so he sets to work on Jared’s fly only to have his hand slapped away.
"Nuh-uh, guests first." Jared’s smile is just this side of evil and Shia feels heat rise inside as he takes it in.
"I think I promised that Jen would blow you, you want that right? You want to see his fucking perfect mouth stretched wide around your cock?" Shia can only nod, his brain really not up to formulating words.
"And then," Jared’s smile quirks up at the corner, pure fucking evil, and he nods his head towards the corner of the room "I’m going to bend you over that chair and fuck you, okay?"
Suddenly Shia thinks that no, that isn’t what he wants, not yet anyway. As much as he wants what Jared’s suggesting, he wants to see them fucking more.
"No. No I want to watch you fuck him."
There’s a gasp from behind him and he feels Jensen’s hips jerk hard, rough denim scratching his ass and Jared grins so hard Shia thinks his face is going to split.
"That’s fine by me. That okay with you, Jen?"
Jensen croaks out a rough yeah and Shia thinks he knows just how he feels because, yeah, he really wants it to happen.
Jared’s hands move to his waist and Shia feels himself being shuffled backwards, back to the bed, his movements hampered by the jeans bunched at his ankles. Jensen follows, a sly smile on his face as he strips his T shirt off and drops it to the floor before pulling Shia’s up and over his head and disposing of it in the same way. There’s a bump as they hit the bed and then Jared’s sliding past him, one hand on his shoulder, his thumb absent-mindedly stroking a pattern against Shia’s neck but really his attention is focused on Jensen who he leans towards, whispering something in his ear that Shia can’t hear but that makes Jensen’s eyes go wide and his pupil’s dilate until there’s nothing left to see but black.
Jared pushes him down towards the bed and Shia lands on it as gracefully as a baby taking its first step. He feels jittery, like he’s trapped inside his own skin and it only gets worse when Jensen sinks to his knees and tugs at his jeans, pulling them the rest of the way off and flinging them to one side.
There’s a brief moment that feels like a breath being held, like each of them is waiting for the others to move, to do something. But it doesn't last long, the feeling of anticipation in the room is stronger than any doubts each of them might have.
Jared strips then kneels down beside Jensen and kisses him, really fucking kisses him so Shia can see the slide of tongue and the way Jared is biting at Jensen’s lips and, without even thinking about it, Shia’s hand is on his cock, stroking himself slowly, trying to draw out moment and commit it to memory. Jensen breaks off the kiss like some secret communication was passed between them and shuffles forward, pushing Shia’s knees apart and settling between them. Shia tenses, he can’t help it, he’s still buzzed from all the alcohol but there’s a sharp feeling of clarity washing over him, like his mind knows this is something he isn’t going to want to forget. And, it isn’t, it really isn’t because Shia is pretty damn sure he has never seen anything as hot and sinful and spectacularly dirty as the look in Jensen’s eyes as he leans forward and licks a stripe from the root of Shia’s cock to the tip and then parts those ridiculously wicked lips and slowly, deliberately eases them as far down Shia’s cock as he can.
Fuck. Shia just stares, so overcome by the sight of it - by the sight of Jensen’s kissed-bruised lips stretched wide around his cock and the way that Jared’s hand is in Jensen’s hair, guiding him forward then tugging him back - that he doesn’t register the feel of it. But, jesus, when it hits him, when he feels the wet heat of Jensen’s mouth around him and the press and swirl of Jensen’s tongue and the subtle scrape of teeth, the just fucking perfect pressure of it as Jensen bobs up and down Shia thinks that this, this is what’s going to kill him.
Jared coughs to get his attention as he moves to kneel behind Jensen, and then stares at him and orders don’t come, not until we do and Shia wants to say seriously, man, there’s no fucking way but he doesn’t. He just bites his lip and thinks about unemployment and taxes and his teacher from the third grade, the one with that weird mole on her face with the big old hair growing out of it and he tries desperately to keep a lid on the fucking need he has to let go and push his cock as far down Jensen’s throat as he can and just come already.
But it’s worth it because just as he’s switching to math, counting out the times tables in his head with his eyes squeezed shut in concentration he feels rather than hears Jensen groan around his cock and he opens his eyes just in time to see Jared thrust forward, burying his cock as deep into Jensen’s ass as it will go, pushing Jensen forward so Shia feels his cock slide deeper into Jensen’s mouth. He feels the bump of it against the back of Jensen’s throat and then Jensen swallows, lets his mouth go slack and relaxes his muscles and, fuck, Shia is so fucking deep in his throat that he wonder’s how Jensen can still breathe.
Jensen’s got one arm slung across Shia’s thigh, his hand curled around his hip, holding himself up and Shia down. Shia can see the muscles in Jensen’s other arm flex and move as he jerks himself off hard and fast. Jared’s hands are gripping Jensen’s hips so hard that Shia swears he can see bruises forming before his eyes and Jared’s eyes are shut tight, he’s lost in the moment, driving deep into Jensen’s ass, rough thrusts that Shia can feel every time they push Jensen onto his cock.
Shia knows he’s not going to last much longer, knows he can’t possibly, not with the way Jensen’s sucking at his cock like it’s the best damned popsicle he’s ever had and not with the babble of dirty words spilling out of Jared’s mouth, praising Jensen for being the most beautiful slut he’s ever known, telling him all the things he wants to do to him when they’re alone. There’s no image in the world bad enough to keep him from coming and Shia just can’t stop the whine that bubbles up in his throat as he tries to hold on, tries to let Jensen know he’s going to shoot down his throat any second now. He squeezes his eyes shut again, praying that it will help.
"I can’t, I can’t hold on, I’ve gotta come. I..."
"Do it."
Shia’s eyes fly open and Jared is staring right at him, eyes wild, pupils blown and that’s it. That’s all it takes and Shia’s coming, hips jerking out of control, bucking forward as the rush hits him. The room fading out in a swirl of color as lights flash in front of his eyes and he feels Jensen swallow again and again. It feels like it goes on forever, his cock swelling and pulsing in Jensen’s mouth, shocks running through his whole body as wave after wave of sensation hits him. It leaves him feeling weak and breathless, like he wants to just lie back on the bed and sleep for days but Jared’s still fucking into Jensen and Jensen’s pulling back now and deep guttural noises are spilling out of his mouth and Shia doesn’t want to miss a beat of this.
Jared shifts back, pulls Jensen with him until Jensen’s straddling his lap and now Shia can see their hands joined around Jensen’s cock, see the way Jared pushes up into him driving him up into their fists. Jensen turns his head and they kiss, all sloppy-frantic, both of them gasping for air until, finally, Jared freezes, a harsh grunt escaping as he holds Jensen down against him, his whole body shuddering as he comes deep inside Jensen’s ass. Jensen following close behind, his head dropping forward as he groans fuck, Jared, fuck, his cock jerking and spilling strings of come over their joined fingers.
Jared and Jensen sink to the floor, limbs wrapped around each other, breathing so heavy and so loud that Shia thinks the people in the next room must be able to hear. Suddenly he feels out of place, like he’s intruding on something he has no right to see, so he tries to collect himself, stands on shaky legs and looks around, wondering where the hell his clothes are.
He feels a hand brush against his ankle, looks down and sees Jensen smiling at him, drowsy-eyed, looking completely fucked out.
"You can stay, if you want."
And Shia thinks, yeah, he could, it would beat trying to remember how to walk and the bed is pretty comfortable, but... nah, he’s got an early call in the morning, and really, honestly, all he wants to do right now is sleep.
Still, as he’s leaving, as he tiptoes to the door like a kid trying to sneak out of church without being seen, he makes sure to leave a note with his number on it, because... yeah.