Red Light
Title: Red Light
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 011. Red.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,676
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Reckless driving?
Summary: Jared wants to do something exciting on his and Jensen's day off. So Jensen gives him roadhead.
Disclaimer: It's all trufax. *nod* ...Except it isn't.
Author's Notes: *points* macbyrne put me up to this again! Sort of. I mentioned roadhead in the last fic, said that should be written, too, and then she gave me a plot bunny and told me to do it, and since I clearly can't say no... :P
“Golf?” Jared asked for the millionth time. He didn’t have to turn his head to see Jensen roll his eyes in the passenger seat. “Golf? More golf? How the hell much golf can you play?”
“Oh, come on, Jared,” Jensen complained, shifting in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s not like we just played yesterday, or anything. I don’t hear you coming up with any good suggestions.”
“Yeah, but come on, you can come up with something more exciting than that.” Jared snorted. “What, you pass 30, and suddenly the most thrilling adventure you can come up with for our day off is golf?” There was silence for a moment, and Jared suddenly felt nervous, knowing he’d crossed a line.
“Are you calling me old, Jared?” Jensen’s voice was calm and even, but it was the kind of tone that was too calm and even; the kind of tone that was used just before a major argument, though they hadn’t had many of those. If Jared had any sense at all, he’d back off right now. If Jared had any sense at all, he’d just stop talki-
“You tell me, Grandpa.”
Jared never could control his tongue.
He could feel the anger coming off of Jensen in waves, and couldn’t bring himself to take a look at the monster he created, even if he was stopped at a red light. He sat up, straight and stiff, eyes fixed on the road in front of him, hands glued to the wheel, Jensen’s eyes boring holes into the side of his head.
“You want excitement, Jay?” Jensen growled, and the tone of his voice this time was so damn dangerous, it was like being held up at gunpoint. “You want a fucking ‘thrilling adventure’?”
In a flash, Jensen had unzipped and opened his jeans, hand shoved down into his pants, and Jared gasped and bucked, dick responding almost immediately, rapidly hardening in Jensen’s palm. The light changed at the exact same moment.
“Jensen, what are you doing?” Jared huffed out, Jensen pulling at his dick and pulling at material, moving it out of the way so he could get better access and undoing his seatbelt.
“Drive,” Jensen commanded, leaning over into Jared’s lap.
“Jense-” A loud beep sounded behind him, and Jensen lifted his head as he stroked Jared’s cock.
“Drive!”
Jared hit the gas, and Jensen chose that exact moment to suck the head of his cock into his mouth, soft and hot and wet, and Jared let out a cry, swerving a little on the road.
“Jensen…fuck…there’s a…there’s a car behind…” He checked the rearview mirror to find that the car behind them had turned at the last light, and he struggled to keep his eyes open and on the road as Jensen took more of him in, hand reaching down to his balls and stroking them. Jared’s heart started pounding, eyes frantically checking his mirrors when they could, hands on the steering wheel in an iron grip, and Jensen’s mouth working wonders on his dick. “Jensen…oh, God…Jensen, stop!”
He didn’t really mean it. It was the last thing he wanted to say, hips trying desperately to move on the seat, in the seatbelt, craving more of Jensen’s smooth lips, his wet mouth, flickering tongue. But nervous fear made him say it, convinced they wouldn’t make it through this without at least being pulled over and found out, though the road seemed relatively empty at the moment. But Jensen knew. Jensen always knew. He knew Jared wasn’t serious, and he teased him, letting his tongue undulate against the underside of Jared’s cock, the barest hint of teeth scraping up the shaft when his head bobbed just the right hint of a threat. Jensen wasn’t stopping, and Jared shouldn’t have even suggested it.
Jared fought to keep his eyes open, feeling them go unfocused as he tried to keep himself from squeezing them shut in ecstasy, the edges of the road going blurry, Jensen’s tongue wrapping around the head of his dick as he sucked hard. It was a constant battle against what he wanted and what he needed to do. He wanted to close his eyes and let his head fall back against the seat, just enjoying the feel of Jensen’s talented mouth, but he couldn’t. He needed to keep his eyes on the road, keep alert, and it seemed damn near impossible. He wanted to reach down, at least with one hand, and cradle Jensen’s head, maybe push him down further, twist his fingers in Jensen’s hair. But he knew the slightest movement, the slightest deviation from what he was doing now, would set him off, and God only knows what would happen to them and to the car. He panicked, checking his mirrors again, thinking it would just be his luck for a cop to be lurking along these roads and catch him swerving on an intense spark of pleasure. He was pretty sure he’d been over the double line and in the opposing lane of traffic at least a couple of times now, and he thanked God that nobody had been coming the other way.
“We’re…We’re gonna get in trouble,” Jared panted, groaning out the last word as he met the back of Jensen’s throat, and Jensen moaned over him, the tone and feel of it harsh and challenging, as if he were saying, “Yes. Yes we are, Jared. Isn’t this just what you wanted? Isn’t this the excitement you were looking for? You wanted it, and here it fucking is, so take it.”
Jensen’s head was bobbing, things moving harder and faster, Jared’s balls massaged by deft fingers, and he gripped the steering wheel even harder, knuckles bone white. Jared couldn’t decide whether to sob in despair or sigh in relief when Jensen pulled off, but his decision proved to be moot when Jensen just moved his head lower, moving his fingers so that his tongue could flick out against Jared’s balls, and Jared’s eyes actually did close for a second, snapping back open when he realized his mistake. Jensen sucked his balls into his mouth, one and then the other, slurping and making obscene pornographic noises, the vibration of each “mmm” rattling through them and sending shivers up Jared’s spine.
Another red light, and Jared was getting closer and closer. He would’ve been happy to stop, if he hadn’t happened upon this particular road where he sat in the rightmost lane, another vehicle suddenly pulling up next to him, on his left. Jared bit his lip, bit his cheeks, hands cramping up in their place on the steering wheel. Jensen moved back to his cock, moaning in earnest, plunging all the way down, swallowing around him, and Jared had to swallow his own shout, feeling his face flushing more than it ever had before. He didn’t look at the driver of the other vehicle, didn’t want to, and when the light turned green this time, he sped away as fast as he could, checking his mirrors once again.
“God fucking dammit, Jensen!” Jared cursed, his voice rising to a scream as he drove. “Fuck…FUCK!”
Yet another red light, and Jared slammed on the brakes, barely able to stop before ending up in the middle of the intersection, his right hand leaving the steering wheel and gripping the back of Jensen’s head, shoving down hard as his hips jerked up as much as they could and coming. Jensen’s grunt of surprise was muffled, and Jared felt him begin to choke and then recover, swallowing rapidly around him, taking every last drop Jared had to offer. The car he’d left behind at the last intersection caught up to him just as he was finishing, heaving a sigh of relief and gripping the steering wheel again, the light turning green. He flushed again in embarrassment, hitting the gas a bit more gently this time and pulling away from the other vehicle, Jensen finally lifting his head and licking his lips, settling back in his seat and snapping his seatbelt back on, as if nothing had ever happened.
“What the fuck was that?!” Jared shouted, and he saw Jensen shrug out of the corner of his eye, heard him chuckling quietly. “Jesus Christ, Jensen! We could’ve been killed!”
“Yeah, I know, and you loved it,” Jensen said smugly, leaning his head back and sighing.
“This isn’t funny, asshole!” Jared replied heatedly, legitimately angry now. “How would you have liked explaining this one to the cops, huh?” He bristled when he heard Jensen laughing even louder, almost uncontrollably, the sound just a bit hoarse. “Motherfucker!”
“You,” Jensen managed between laughs, “You look ridiculous.”
“What?” Jared glanced over at Jensen, nostrils flaring at the sight of the other man laughing so hard he was almost crying. And then he looked down at himself. He was still out. Jensen hadn’t tucked him away, zipped him back up. He was soft now, dick just hanging there, out of his pants, all wet and sloppy, and Jared could only imagine how the whole picture looked, him driving angrily as his spent dick flopped around in his lap every time they hit a bump in the road. “You’re an asshole,” Jared muttered, deflating a little, and Jensen just laughed harder, tears actually streaming down his face now. As much as he fought it, Jared felt the corners of his mouth beginning to turn upward, Jensen’s laughter always infectious. “You really are an asshole,” he said, unable to hold his own laughter back now.
By the time he pulled the car into their driveway, they were both laughing so hard that it hurt, and he turned the car off, the two of them just sitting there as they tried to calm down, getting the last of it out of their systems. When they finally got out of the car, Jared wrapped an arm around Jensen’s shoulders, Jensen wrapping an arm around his waist in return. It was always so hard to stay mad at that damn Jensen Ackles.
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 011. Red.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,676
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Reckless driving?
Summary: Jared wants to do something exciting on his and Jensen's day off. So Jensen gives him roadhead.
Disclaimer: It's all trufax. *nod* ...Except it isn't.
Author's Notes: *points* macbyrne put me up to this again! Sort of. I mentioned roadhead in the last fic, said that should be written, too, and then she gave me a plot bunny and told me to do it, and since I clearly can't say no... :P
“Golf?” Jared asked for the millionth time. He didn’t have to turn his head to see Jensen roll his eyes in the passenger seat. “Golf? More golf? How the hell much golf can you play?”
“Oh, come on, Jared,” Jensen complained, shifting in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s not like we just played yesterday, or anything. I don’t hear you coming up with any good suggestions.”
“Yeah, but come on, you can come up with something more exciting than that.” Jared snorted. “What, you pass 30, and suddenly the most thrilling adventure you can come up with for our day off is golf?” There was silence for a moment, and Jared suddenly felt nervous, knowing he’d crossed a line.
“Are you calling me old, Jared?” Jensen’s voice was calm and even, but it was the kind of tone that was too calm and even; the kind of tone that was used just before a major argument, though they hadn’t had many of those. If Jared had any sense at all, he’d back off right now. If Jared had any sense at all, he’d just stop talki-
“You tell me, Grandpa.”
Jared never could control his tongue.
He could feel the anger coming off of Jensen in waves, and couldn’t bring himself to take a look at the monster he created, even if he was stopped at a red light. He sat up, straight and stiff, eyes fixed on the road in front of him, hands glued to the wheel, Jensen’s eyes boring holes into the side of his head.
“You want excitement, Jay?” Jensen growled, and the tone of his voice this time was so damn dangerous, it was like being held up at gunpoint. “You want a fucking ‘thrilling adventure’?”
In a flash, Jensen had unzipped and opened his jeans, hand shoved down into his pants, and Jared gasped and bucked, dick responding almost immediately, rapidly hardening in Jensen’s palm. The light changed at the exact same moment.
“Jensen, what are you doing?” Jared huffed out, Jensen pulling at his dick and pulling at material, moving it out of the way so he could get better access and undoing his seatbelt.
“Drive,” Jensen commanded, leaning over into Jared’s lap.
“Jense-” A loud beep sounded behind him, and Jensen lifted his head as he stroked Jared’s cock.
“Drive!”
Jared hit the gas, and Jensen chose that exact moment to suck the head of his cock into his mouth, soft and hot and wet, and Jared let out a cry, swerving a little on the road.
“Jensen…fuck…there’s a…there’s a car behind…” He checked the rearview mirror to find that the car behind them had turned at the last light, and he struggled to keep his eyes open and on the road as Jensen took more of him in, hand reaching down to his balls and stroking them. Jared’s heart started pounding, eyes frantically checking his mirrors when they could, hands on the steering wheel in an iron grip, and Jensen’s mouth working wonders on his dick. “Jensen…oh, God…Jensen, stop!”
He didn’t really mean it. It was the last thing he wanted to say, hips trying desperately to move on the seat, in the seatbelt, craving more of Jensen’s smooth lips, his wet mouth, flickering tongue. But nervous fear made him say it, convinced they wouldn’t make it through this without at least being pulled over and found out, though the road seemed relatively empty at the moment. But Jensen knew. Jensen always knew. He knew Jared wasn’t serious, and he teased him, letting his tongue undulate against the underside of Jared’s cock, the barest hint of teeth scraping up the shaft when his head bobbed just the right hint of a threat. Jensen wasn’t stopping, and Jared shouldn’t have even suggested it.
Jared fought to keep his eyes open, feeling them go unfocused as he tried to keep himself from squeezing them shut in ecstasy, the edges of the road going blurry, Jensen’s tongue wrapping around the head of his dick as he sucked hard. It was a constant battle against what he wanted and what he needed to do. He wanted to close his eyes and let his head fall back against the seat, just enjoying the feel of Jensen’s talented mouth, but he couldn’t. He needed to keep his eyes on the road, keep alert, and it seemed damn near impossible. He wanted to reach down, at least with one hand, and cradle Jensen’s head, maybe push him down further, twist his fingers in Jensen’s hair. But he knew the slightest movement, the slightest deviation from what he was doing now, would set him off, and God only knows what would happen to them and to the car. He panicked, checking his mirrors again, thinking it would just be his luck for a cop to be lurking along these roads and catch him swerving on an intense spark of pleasure. He was pretty sure he’d been over the double line and in the opposing lane of traffic at least a couple of times now, and he thanked God that nobody had been coming the other way.
“We’re…We’re gonna get in trouble,” Jared panted, groaning out the last word as he met the back of Jensen’s throat, and Jensen moaned over him, the tone and feel of it harsh and challenging, as if he were saying, “Yes. Yes we are, Jared. Isn’t this just what you wanted? Isn’t this the excitement you were looking for? You wanted it, and here it fucking is, so take it.”
Jensen’s head was bobbing, things moving harder and faster, Jared’s balls massaged by deft fingers, and he gripped the steering wheel even harder, knuckles bone white. Jared couldn’t decide whether to sob in despair or sigh in relief when Jensen pulled off, but his decision proved to be moot when Jensen just moved his head lower, moving his fingers so that his tongue could flick out against Jared’s balls, and Jared’s eyes actually did close for a second, snapping back open when he realized his mistake. Jensen sucked his balls into his mouth, one and then the other, slurping and making obscene pornographic noises, the vibration of each “mmm” rattling through them and sending shivers up Jared’s spine.
Another red light, and Jared was getting closer and closer. He would’ve been happy to stop, if he hadn’t happened upon this particular road where he sat in the rightmost lane, another vehicle suddenly pulling up next to him, on his left. Jared bit his lip, bit his cheeks, hands cramping up in their place on the steering wheel. Jensen moved back to his cock, moaning in earnest, plunging all the way down, swallowing around him, and Jared had to swallow his own shout, feeling his face flushing more than it ever had before. He didn’t look at the driver of the other vehicle, didn’t want to, and when the light turned green this time, he sped away as fast as he could, checking his mirrors once again.
“God fucking dammit, Jensen!” Jared cursed, his voice rising to a scream as he drove. “Fuck…FUCK!”
Yet another red light, and Jared slammed on the brakes, barely able to stop before ending up in the middle of the intersection, his right hand leaving the steering wheel and gripping the back of Jensen’s head, shoving down hard as his hips jerked up as much as they could and coming. Jensen’s grunt of surprise was muffled, and Jared felt him begin to choke and then recover, swallowing rapidly around him, taking every last drop Jared had to offer. The car he’d left behind at the last intersection caught up to him just as he was finishing, heaving a sigh of relief and gripping the steering wheel again, the light turning green. He flushed again in embarrassment, hitting the gas a bit more gently this time and pulling away from the other vehicle, Jensen finally lifting his head and licking his lips, settling back in his seat and snapping his seatbelt back on, as if nothing had ever happened.
“What the fuck was that?!” Jared shouted, and he saw Jensen shrug out of the corner of his eye, heard him chuckling quietly. “Jesus Christ, Jensen! We could’ve been killed!”
“Yeah, I know, and you loved it,” Jensen said smugly, leaning his head back and sighing.
“This isn’t funny, asshole!” Jared replied heatedly, legitimately angry now. “How would you have liked explaining this one to the cops, huh?” He bristled when he heard Jensen laughing even louder, almost uncontrollably, the sound just a bit hoarse. “Motherfucker!”
“You,” Jensen managed between laughs, “You look ridiculous.”
“What?” Jared glanced over at Jensen, nostrils flaring at the sight of the other man laughing so hard he was almost crying. And then he looked down at himself. He was still out. Jensen hadn’t tucked him away, zipped him back up. He was soft now, dick just hanging there, out of his pants, all wet and sloppy, and Jared could only imagine how the whole picture looked, him driving angrily as his spent dick flopped around in his lap every time they hit a bump in the road. “You’re an asshole,” Jared muttered, deflating a little, and Jensen just laughed harder, tears actually streaming down his face now. As much as he fought it, Jared felt the corners of his mouth beginning to turn upward, Jensen’s laughter always infectious. “You really are an asshole,” he said, unable to hold his own laughter back now.
By the time he pulled the car into their driveway, they were both laughing so hard that it hurt, and he turned the car off, the two of them just sitting there as they tried to calm down, getting the last of it out of their systems. When they finally got out of the car, Jared wrapped an arm around Jensen’s shoulders, Jensen wrapping an arm around his waist in return. It was always so hard to stay mad at that damn Jensen Ackles.