Priceless
It's time for auction!fic!
Title: Priceless
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 035. Sixth Sense.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2,007
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smexing!
Summary: Jared thanks Jensen for helping him auction off his watch at the Chicago convention. Porn happens.
Author's Notes: Based on this! :)
Jared held Jensen close, arms wrapping around his body as he lowered himself further, molding their bodies together and pushing in again, his slow thrust pushing in easily enough with the slick he’d used, but still feeling the tug and pull of Jensen’s insides over his dick. It was hot and tight, the drag pleasure and fire in one, and Jensen gasped helplessly as he pressed in and up, the head of his dick moving over Jensen’s spot and deeper. Hands gripped his arms, his shoulders, squeezing with passion and some urgency, but not enough to scrape or bruise. Jared was taking his time with Jensen, and Jensen flowed with it, wrapping his legs around Jared and gratefully accepting this, his prize, his thanks.
He mouthed at Jensen’s neck, just soft open presses of his lips and loving sweeps of his tongue over the salty sweat and hot skin as he slowly pulled back out, another long drag, his body quivering with the task of patience and endurance. His lips worked their way up as he caught the rim of Jensen’s hole and then pushed his way back in, kissing Jensen’s jawline, flicking his tongue against the lobe of his ear. Jensen’s breath hitched as Jared’s dick brushed over that spot again, fingertips flexing on Jared’s shoulders, heels pressing into him just so in encouragement. Jared looked down at him, at his face. He was met with wide, dark pupils rimmed with a soft green, Jensen’s full lips slightly parted as he panted and his cheeks flushed darker with the exertion and thrill of being fucked. Jensen’s forehead was only slightly creased, the muscles at his cheekbones only slightly tensed with need and desire. But for the most part, that face, those eyes were filled with love and adoration, relaxed with pleasure and trust, and Jared closed his eyes against the sensations that traveled downward in his body at the sight of it, his head lowering and his lips finding Jensen’s. They opened up for each other, tongues seeking the warmth and comfort of the other, slowly sliding and tangling.
As far as Jared was concerned, he had six senses: hearing, sight, smell, touch, taste, and Jensen, and he knew that he was Jensen’s sixth sense. They’d just known each other from the moment they’d met and clicked, and nobody could click like they did. He hadn’t always been much for fate, but he’d be damned if he and Jensen weren’t meant to find each other. He’d like to be modest and say it wasn’t perfect, but with living in each other’s pockets and never arguing or tiring of each other, it was as perfect as perfect could be. They just fit together in every way possible, and Jared had felt the connection between them spark in the moment of the auction. He chided himself for ever having worried or feeling nervous. He knew better than to feel that way with Jensen there; with Jensen behind him all the way. It should’ve been nothing new to him, and it wasn’t necessarily new, but it was still noteworthy. It still made him thankful all over again for this person, this man who supported him in everything.
It was awkward, even though it had been planned. Because it hadn’t been planned to the last detail, and Jared certainly hadn’t expected to have the watch handed back to him, along with the suggestion of an asking price. He knew he was doing this for a cause, and a good one at that, but it still made him feel a bit like a jackass to auction off his own watch to a room full of fans, as if he were really that important of a person. He didn’t know what to expect, what to do. He held the watch in his hand and took the first bid, and then as soon as he’d paused, still unsure of himself, Jensen’s voice broke the silence. It was effortless and comical, the perfect impression of an auctioneer. The crowd laughed and the tension was broken, and Jared turned to see Jensen standing there, behind the chairs, relaxed with his coffee in hand, easily saving him from the situation.
Jensen didn’t have to do it. He didn’t have to do anything. He didn’t even have to be there, on stage, after he’d signed the banners. But he’d stayed. He’d stayed and loosened everyone up, promoted Jared’s cause and the watch, even while making cracks about it. And then he went beyond breaking the tension. He stepped out, taking the auction on as his own responsibility, his playful mimic becoming a serious task, though not without laughter, as he played and talked to the crowd, moving the bidding along and up…and up.
The end result floored Jared, emotions welling up in his chest. It was unbelievable, and the thought of telling his mother about it made his heart swell. He moved to the winning fan first, as he should have. He was bursting with gratitude, such generosity completely unexpected. It was shocking in the best way possible to think that he had a support group right there, in this room full of fans, people who were willing to go to such lengths for him when they barely even knew him. He thanked her profusely, wishing he could do more, because words could never be enough for this. And then he’d turned his attention to Jensen.
Jensen, who read him like no other human being could. Jensen, who handled the situation with humor and class, but also a professionalism that Jared felt he could only hope to achieve. Jensen, who saved him and brought him the end result with ease and happiness, always there when he needed him. Jensen, who walked out with him patting a hand on his back, his shoulder, more affection there than Jared could ever express if he tried to.
He was trying to now, the heat between them building as they broke for air, one of Jensen’s hands curling in the hair at the back of his neck. He allowed the oxygen to fill his lungs as he moved, pulling one arm from around Jensen’s body and lifting up a little, his right hand moving between them. He locked eyes with Jensen, Jensen looking up at him with wonder as he met him on another slow thrust. He watched Jensen’s expression change as his fingers touched Jensen’s dick, lifting it into their grasp and gently fondling and caressing it. He watched Jensen suck in a deep breath, eyes slowly fluttering closed, jaw clenching and then relaxing again. There were no hard strokes, no desperate tugs. There were just touches, fingertips gently handling the hard flesh, feeling it pulse.
“Look at me,” Jared groaned, pulling out and pushing back in again, fingers rubbing tenderly into Jensen’s shaft. Jensen’s breathing was getting heavier, quicker, his fingers tightening in Jared’s hair and on his shoulder, legs tense around him, and Jared could see it took some effort to open his eyes again, soft green focusing on him. It made him push in harder, and Jensen jolted beneath him, eyelids fluttering but staying open as he moaned softly. “I love you,” Jared breathed.
Jensen’s mouth fell open wider, and Jared watched him try to respond, but the words were lost when his eyes widened and then squeezed shut, a sharp cry cut off as his head pressed back further into his pillow, his back arching just slightly as a tremor ran through his body, shaking beneath Jared. He came between them, cords of tension standing out in his neck, forehead creased until his body started to relax, and then the lines cleared, faded into nothing. The arch lowered, as did his legs and arms, sinking into the mattress. Jared groaned, releasing Jensen’s dick and feeling his own pulsing and tingling after Jensen’s hole had squeezed around it with his orgasm, contracting almost violently. He could already feel his muscles tensing, and he pulled out and moved back a bit, taking in the sight below him, beautiful white coating Jensen’s abdomen in random streaks above his dick, still full and red. He moaned loudly this time, taking himself in his hand and coming almost immediately, shaking over Jensen and stroking himself through each pulse, painting Jensen’s abdomen further, watching the streaks join and spread, one hot spurt even landing over Jensen’s sensitive dick, making him moan and shudder again. Jared was spent when he finished, but he was careful not to fall onto Jensen, instead just leaning down on shaky arms and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“Thank you,” he whispered, voice low and rough, and Jensen forced his eyes open again, a small smile forming on his lips.
“Think we’re even.”
“You’re amazing,” Jared said, lips finding his collarbone.
“I’m a mess,” Jensen responded, tired and amused.
“No,” Jared lifted his head and shook it, looking Jensen in the eye. “No, no, you’re…” He looked down Jensen’s body, at the remnants of both their orgasms on his skin, and didn’t finish his statement before getting up off the bed on shaky legs.
“Where are you going?” Jensen asked, eyes following him, and Jared held up a hand as he moved around the room.
“Just don’t move.” He smiled when he found what he was looking for, but this wasn’t a joke. It was serious.
“You can’t be serious,” Jensen said when Jared turned to him with the camera in his hands. His eyebrows rose, but he was still pliant and smiling, and Jared knew that he’d let him have this, as if he ever needed to give him anything else.
“You’re beautiful,” Jared said softly, turning the camera on. Jensen rolled his eyes and turned away, and Jared snapped the first picture with Jensen looking away from the camera, as if it wasn’t even there. It was amazing, but then Jensen turned back to him, gaze soft and lips parted slightly, one hand coming to rest on his chest, over his heart. “Jesus, Jen,” Jared whispered, taking another picture.
He looked amazing, fucked and satisfied, but still there for more, if Jared wanted it. His hair was mussed, short spikes sticking up and out, some even flattened down, color still high on his cheeks, lips kissed plump and wet and red. His legs were still spread wide, dick still curled upward, thick and flushed, not completely soft just yet, a strip of white across it where Jared had come on him, and then random patterns of white leading up over his abs, his belly button, almost pointing towards the hand resting over his heart. Jared lowered the camera and managed to smile at him again, and Jensen smiled back as he closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, burying part of his face in his pillow, as if he could still be shy. He turned the camera off and set it on the nightstand, then wandered into the bathroom to grab what he needed to clean Jensen off. Jensen turned his head and looked at him again as he joined him on the bed, gently wiping the come from his skin.
“Such a pretty picture,” he said, grinning, and leaned down for another soft kiss, and Jensen just hummed against him. Minutes later, he was crawling under the covers, pulling them over himself and Jensen and pulling Jensen towards him, kissing his forehead.
“You gonna jerk off to that later?” Jensen mumbled sleepily, eyes closed, and Jared laughed, just the thought of the pictures making his spent dick twitch in interest.
“Perv,” he teased, poking Jensen in the ribs. Jensen flinched and poked back at him.
“You’re the one who took the pictures.”
“Gonna blow them up for your next family event,” Jared mused. “Maybe auction them off at the next convention. Think we’ll get higher than 3500?”
“I’m worth millions,” Jensen joked, smirking and popping one eye open to look at him. Jared laughed and winked at him.
“Damn straight.”
Title: Priceless
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 035. Sixth Sense.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2,007
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smexing!
Summary: Jared thanks Jensen for helping him auction off his watch at the Chicago convention. Porn happens.
Author's Notes: Based on this! :)
Jared held Jensen close, arms wrapping around his body as he lowered himself further, molding their bodies together and pushing in again, his slow thrust pushing in easily enough with the slick he’d used, but still feeling the tug and pull of Jensen’s insides over his dick. It was hot and tight, the drag pleasure and fire in one, and Jensen gasped helplessly as he pressed in and up, the head of his dick moving over Jensen’s spot and deeper. Hands gripped his arms, his shoulders, squeezing with passion and some urgency, but not enough to scrape or bruise. Jared was taking his time with Jensen, and Jensen flowed with it, wrapping his legs around Jared and gratefully accepting this, his prize, his thanks.
He mouthed at Jensen’s neck, just soft open presses of his lips and loving sweeps of his tongue over the salty sweat and hot skin as he slowly pulled back out, another long drag, his body quivering with the task of patience and endurance. His lips worked their way up as he caught the rim of Jensen’s hole and then pushed his way back in, kissing Jensen’s jawline, flicking his tongue against the lobe of his ear. Jensen’s breath hitched as Jared’s dick brushed over that spot again, fingertips flexing on Jared’s shoulders, heels pressing into him just so in encouragement. Jared looked down at him, at his face. He was met with wide, dark pupils rimmed with a soft green, Jensen’s full lips slightly parted as he panted and his cheeks flushed darker with the exertion and thrill of being fucked. Jensen’s forehead was only slightly creased, the muscles at his cheekbones only slightly tensed with need and desire. But for the most part, that face, those eyes were filled with love and adoration, relaxed with pleasure and trust, and Jared closed his eyes against the sensations that traveled downward in his body at the sight of it, his head lowering and his lips finding Jensen’s. They opened up for each other, tongues seeking the warmth and comfort of the other, slowly sliding and tangling.
As far as Jared was concerned, he had six senses: hearing, sight, smell, touch, taste, and Jensen, and he knew that he was Jensen’s sixth sense. They’d just known each other from the moment they’d met and clicked, and nobody could click like they did. He hadn’t always been much for fate, but he’d be damned if he and Jensen weren’t meant to find each other. He’d like to be modest and say it wasn’t perfect, but with living in each other’s pockets and never arguing or tiring of each other, it was as perfect as perfect could be. They just fit together in every way possible, and Jared had felt the connection between them spark in the moment of the auction. He chided himself for ever having worried or feeling nervous. He knew better than to feel that way with Jensen there; with Jensen behind him all the way. It should’ve been nothing new to him, and it wasn’t necessarily new, but it was still noteworthy. It still made him thankful all over again for this person, this man who supported him in everything.
It was awkward, even though it had been planned. Because it hadn’t been planned to the last detail, and Jared certainly hadn’t expected to have the watch handed back to him, along with the suggestion of an asking price. He knew he was doing this for a cause, and a good one at that, but it still made him feel a bit like a jackass to auction off his own watch to a room full of fans, as if he were really that important of a person. He didn’t know what to expect, what to do. He held the watch in his hand and took the first bid, and then as soon as he’d paused, still unsure of himself, Jensen’s voice broke the silence. It was effortless and comical, the perfect impression of an auctioneer. The crowd laughed and the tension was broken, and Jared turned to see Jensen standing there, behind the chairs, relaxed with his coffee in hand, easily saving him from the situation.
Jensen didn’t have to do it. He didn’t have to do anything. He didn’t even have to be there, on stage, after he’d signed the banners. But he’d stayed. He’d stayed and loosened everyone up, promoted Jared’s cause and the watch, even while making cracks about it. And then he went beyond breaking the tension. He stepped out, taking the auction on as his own responsibility, his playful mimic becoming a serious task, though not without laughter, as he played and talked to the crowd, moving the bidding along and up…and up.
The end result floored Jared, emotions welling up in his chest. It was unbelievable, and the thought of telling his mother about it made his heart swell. He moved to the winning fan first, as he should have. He was bursting with gratitude, such generosity completely unexpected. It was shocking in the best way possible to think that he had a support group right there, in this room full of fans, people who were willing to go to such lengths for him when they barely even knew him. He thanked her profusely, wishing he could do more, because words could never be enough for this. And then he’d turned his attention to Jensen.
Jensen, who read him like no other human being could. Jensen, who handled the situation with humor and class, but also a professionalism that Jared felt he could only hope to achieve. Jensen, who saved him and brought him the end result with ease and happiness, always there when he needed him. Jensen, who walked out with him patting a hand on his back, his shoulder, more affection there than Jared could ever express if he tried to.
He was trying to now, the heat between them building as they broke for air, one of Jensen’s hands curling in the hair at the back of his neck. He allowed the oxygen to fill his lungs as he moved, pulling one arm from around Jensen’s body and lifting up a little, his right hand moving between them. He locked eyes with Jensen, Jensen looking up at him with wonder as he met him on another slow thrust. He watched Jensen’s expression change as his fingers touched Jensen’s dick, lifting it into their grasp and gently fondling and caressing it. He watched Jensen suck in a deep breath, eyes slowly fluttering closed, jaw clenching and then relaxing again. There were no hard strokes, no desperate tugs. There were just touches, fingertips gently handling the hard flesh, feeling it pulse.
“Look at me,” Jared groaned, pulling out and pushing back in again, fingers rubbing tenderly into Jensen’s shaft. Jensen’s breathing was getting heavier, quicker, his fingers tightening in Jared’s hair and on his shoulder, legs tense around him, and Jared could see it took some effort to open his eyes again, soft green focusing on him. It made him push in harder, and Jensen jolted beneath him, eyelids fluttering but staying open as he moaned softly. “I love you,” Jared breathed.
Jensen’s mouth fell open wider, and Jared watched him try to respond, but the words were lost when his eyes widened and then squeezed shut, a sharp cry cut off as his head pressed back further into his pillow, his back arching just slightly as a tremor ran through his body, shaking beneath Jared. He came between them, cords of tension standing out in his neck, forehead creased until his body started to relax, and then the lines cleared, faded into nothing. The arch lowered, as did his legs and arms, sinking into the mattress. Jared groaned, releasing Jensen’s dick and feeling his own pulsing and tingling after Jensen’s hole had squeezed around it with his orgasm, contracting almost violently. He could already feel his muscles tensing, and he pulled out and moved back a bit, taking in the sight below him, beautiful white coating Jensen’s abdomen in random streaks above his dick, still full and red. He moaned loudly this time, taking himself in his hand and coming almost immediately, shaking over Jensen and stroking himself through each pulse, painting Jensen’s abdomen further, watching the streaks join and spread, one hot spurt even landing over Jensen’s sensitive dick, making him moan and shudder again. Jared was spent when he finished, but he was careful not to fall onto Jensen, instead just leaning down on shaky arms and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“Thank you,” he whispered, voice low and rough, and Jensen forced his eyes open again, a small smile forming on his lips.
“Think we’re even.”
“You’re amazing,” Jared said, lips finding his collarbone.
“I’m a mess,” Jensen responded, tired and amused.
“No,” Jared lifted his head and shook it, looking Jensen in the eye. “No, no, you’re…” He looked down Jensen’s body, at the remnants of both their orgasms on his skin, and didn’t finish his statement before getting up off the bed on shaky legs.
“Where are you going?” Jensen asked, eyes following him, and Jared held up a hand as he moved around the room.
“Just don’t move.” He smiled when he found what he was looking for, but this wasn’t a joke. It was serious.
“You can’t be serious,” Jensen said when Jared turned to him with the camera in his hands. His eyebrows rose, but he was still pliant and smiling, and Jared knew that he’d let him have this, as if he ever needed to give him anything else.
“You’re beautiful,” Jared said softly, turning the camera on. Jensen rolled his eyes and turned away, and Jared snapped the first picture with Jensen looking away from the camera, as if it wasn’t even there. It was amazing, but then Jensen turned back to him, gaze soft and lips parted slightly, one hand coming to rest on his chest, over his heart. “Jesus, Jen,” Jared whispered, taking another picture.
He looked amazing, fucked and satisfied, but still there for more, if Jared wanted it. His hair was mussed, short spikes sticking up and out, some even flattened down, color still high on his cheeks, lips kissed plump and wet and red. His legs were still spread wide, dick still curled upward, thick and flushed, not completely soft just yet, a strip of white across it where Jared had come on him, and then random patterns of white leading up over his abs, his belly button, almost pointing towards the hand resting over his heart. Jared lowered the camera and managed to smile at him again, and Jensen smiled back as he closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, burying part of his face in his pillow, as if he could still be shy. He turned the camera off and set it on the nightstand, then wandered into the bathroom to grab what he needed to clean Jensen off. Jensen turned his head and looked at him again as he joined him on the bed, gently wiping the come from his skin.
“Such a pretty picture,” he said, grinning, and leaned down for another soft kiss, and Jensen just hummed against him. Minutes later, he was crawling under the covers, pulling them over himself and Jensen and pulling Jensen towards him, kissing his forehead.
“You gonna jerk off to that later?” Jensen mumbled sleepily, eyes closed, and Jared laughed, just the thought of the pictures making his spent dick twitch in interest.
“Perv,” he teased, poking Jensen in the ribs. Jensen flinched and poked back at him.
“You’re the one who took the pictures.”
“Gonna blow them up for your next family event,” Jared mused. “Maybe auction them off at the next convention. Think we’ll get higher than 3500?”
“I’m worth millions,” Jensen joked, smirking and popping one eye open to look at him. Jared laughed and winked at him.
“Damn straight.”