Stronger
So, it's my wifey dugindeep's birthday, which can't go uncelebrated. And since she wrote me scorching hot porn for my birthday, I figured I'd try and return the favor. Okay, so, I was actually gonna try to finish, like, 4 different things and post them all, but I fail. So, you just get this for now. ♥
Title: Stronger
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 078. Where?
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2,155
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hardcore smexing.
Summary: Jared manhandles Jensen like it's nothing while filming a scene for 5x22. Jensen's kind of insulted.
Author's Notes: dugindeep and I talked about this in comments not too long ago. This was my best attempt at making it happen. Happy birthday, bb! :)
“You were surprised,” Jared says, kissing down Jensen’s body and smirking. “Saw it in your face. It wasn’t Dean, it was you.”
Jensen just watches Jared’s progress, eyes glued to the lips moving further and further downward. He doesn’t respond, because he won’t deny it. His hand makes its way into Jared’s hair, trying to speed things up, and Jared pulls away, grabbing that hand as well as the other. He forces the hands behind Jensen’s back, making him grunt, and then holds them there with one hand wrapped around the wrists. Jared’s just created that space between Jensen and the wall, and Jensen’s back bows a little because of it, his nostrils flaring.
“Thought you were pissed,” Jared continues, as if nothing’s even happened. He looks up at Jensen with darkened eyes that still have a bit of a spark in them, always mischievous, even during sex. Though, Jensen guesses, this would really be considered foreplay. The smirk never leaves Jared’s face, and he laughs a little, a devious sound that he doesn’t quite try to hide. “I know you were.” He blows hot breath over Jensen’s dick and watches it twitch, his smirk growing into a grin. “But you fuckin’ liked it, too.”
Jensen groans, both in pleasure and annoyance. Jared’s the only person who’s ever gotten him to respond with a mixture of both. Part of him wants to protest, to break free and walk away from this. But the other part is looking down at Jared on his knees and finding the feeling of restriction…interesting, to say the least. Jared keeps grinning, even as he leans forward and trails the tip of his tongue up the underside of Jensen’s cock, making him buck and gasp. It’s teasing, all of this is teasing, Jared’s free hand idly stroking the inside of Jensen’s thigh.
“I’m stronger than you.”
Jensen objects to that with gritted teeth, his head pressing back against the wall as he lifts one leg up to shove a foot against Jared’s chest. Jared may be one for strength, but he’s never been one for balance and grace, and Jensen pulls his wrists free as Jared’s eyes widen and he falls back onto his ass.
“I can do it, too, you know.” Jensen moves, reaching down to grab Jared’s bent leg and pull, dragging Jared with him as he moves away from the wall. And fuck, Jared is heavy.
Jared laughs in a pained way, features scrunching up. “Hey, ow, ow! Rug burn is so not cool. Fuck, my back!” Jensen stops, and Jared reaches a hand up. “Help me up?”
Jensen does, but he doesn’t give Jared too much time to steady himself before he’s rushing them back the way they came, shoving Jared up against the wall this time. There’s a small oof from Jared, but not much, and Jensen holds him there with a forearm up against Jared’s throat.
Jared’s eyebrows go up and he smiles tentatively, knowing that he started this, but wondering if they can finish it. “We really gonna do this?”
Jensen shoves up harder against Jared, gets a gasp out of him. “You think you’re stronger than me?” His words come out angry, even if they both know that it’s true. Jared’s bigger, he weighs more and benches more. But Jared’s never challenged Jensen like this before. Then again, Jensen thinks it’s all part of the foreplay. But if Jared wants challenging, angry sex, Jensen’ll give it to him.
Jared smirks, smug, pupils blown. “I know I am.” He gives a bit of a chuckle, hair falling in his face. “I pulled you off that car like you were nothing. With one hand. And everyone saw it, too.” He tries to lean forward, but Jensen keeps him pinned, pulling his head back when Jared’s still able to flick his tongue over Jensen’s lips. “And it made you hard.” He laughs again, and Jensen feels his blood boil, his cock twitch, Jared’s dark eyes boring into his own. “You like everyone knowin’ you’re weaker than me?”
“You son of a bitch,” Jensen growls. But then Jared’s struggling to lean forward and lick at Jensen’s lips again, his hips bucking to rub their dicks together. Jensen’s breath hitches, and Jared’s grinning again.
“What’s the matter? You gettin’ distracted?” Jared’s grin wilts a bit before Jensen can think of a retort, and he drops the act for a moment, delivering a sobering thought. “Jen, we need lube.”
Jensen curses under his breath. He hesitates for a moment, eyes flicking over Jared’s and then away. He hates breaking things up like this. Jared makes some crude joke, apologizing for having an asshole instead of a wet pussy, and Jensen rolls his eyes and shakes his head, stalking away to get the lube. He’s tense and pissed, all riled up and needing to get off.
Jared’s not wrong about what happened. It was just a suggestion. A suggestion changed everything. Jared, can you drag him off the hood? Jared had shrugged and reached out with one hand to grab Jensen’s leg, pulling him off of the car so easily, it was embarrassing. Jared hadn’t really been trying to show off at the time. He did respect Jensen, after all. In fact, after Jared had realized what he’d done, he’d hesitated and given Jensen an apologetic look, as if he hadn’t meant to have done it so nonchalantly.
Then there was the scene. There was the dark yes, the touch, the ease of the pull, the strength in Jared’s body, and then their closeness. Dean was about to get the holy hell beat out of him, but Jensen had never been more turned on. Well…maybe not never, but it did take him by surprise. By the time they were finished, Jensen was hot and hard, and Jared noticed.
Jared’s using it to his advantage now, trying to get Jensen’s ire up and turning it towards sex. Jensen retrieves the lube and heads back to where he left Jared. It’s working.
He half expected Jared to have moved, to fight or challenge him more, but it’s as if the quest for lube was as good as pressing a pause button on the action. Jared’s still up against the wall, leaning and waiting. But now he’s stroking himself slowly, lazily, just to take a bit of the edge off, dick straining up against his stomach. He turns to see Jensen walking back into the room, and his eyes travel downward. Jensen can feel his dick bobbing as he walks, and Jared licks his lips, tracking the movement.
“Where do you want me?” Jared asks, thrusting into his hand. His eyes rise to meet Jensen’s. “Couch? Bed?”
Jensen smirks and shakes his head, his anger beginning to wane. “Thought you were in charge? So caught up in your own strength.”
“I wanted you like this,” Jared says, idly swiping his thumb over the head of his dick. He smiles. “I actually kinda like you when you’re angry.”
Jensen moves towards Jared, squeezing a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and tossing it aside. He gets close, up in Jared’s face, brushes those fingers down over Jared’s dick, balls, up between his legs and towards his hole. Jared releases a breath and opens his legs wider.
“Who says we’re moving?”
Jared looks between Jensen’s eyes for a moment, uncomprehending, then sucks in a breath when Jensen slips a finger in. “Oh, God.” Both of Jared’s hands come up to Jensen’s shoulders and squeeze, holding on, and his head drops forward. “You want…” He pauses and shivers, clenching around Jensen’s finger. “You wanna do it here?”
“Yeah,” Jensen breathes, finger slowly moving in and out. “Why not?”
Jared fastens his mouth on Jensen’s collarbone, sucking, then drags his lips up to Jensen’s ear. “Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”
Jensen shoves a second finger in, and Jared gasps loudly, not expecting it. “Shut up.” He keeps his fingers moving quicker than before, then crooks them and massages, feeling a thrill when Jared grips his shoulders harder and moans. “Come on,” he prods, working faster, adding another finger and watching as Jared’s head falls back against the wall, eyes fluttering closed. “Come on.” He pulls his fingers free and strokes his cock a few times, hand still slippery with lube. He moves closer, pushing his hand back over Jared’s ass and down, onto the back of his thigh. “Wrap those legs around me.”
“Jensen…” It sounds like it’s going to be a protest, but it’s not. Jared’s leg lifts and curls around him, the other following suit once Jensen positions himself.
Jensen grips Jared’s hips as he pushes up and in, and he can already feel the strain. His pecs and biceps are bulging with the effort to hold Jared up, support his weight. But he can do it. He won’t settle for anything less, not now. He thrusts, feels the push in his legs, and Jared moans, one hand over Jensen’s shoulder, the other on his dick.
“Holy fuck, you’re really doing it.” Jared says it as if he’s almost in awe, and he looks down at Jensen with the same expression. Jensen thrusts again, harder, and Jared keens and tosses his head back against the wall, stroking his cock.
“Fuck, yeah,” Jensen manages, even if this is like a fucking endurance trial. He still needs this, and he finds himself pressing on, moving through it, setting a pace and picking it up, legs burning as he continues to fuck into Jared, supporting and moving Jared’s body to meet his own. He’s grunting with each push, and somehow the sound is liberating, helping him, giving him more energy to get through this.
Jared’s legs tighten around him, feet urging him on, and when he isn’t moaning his pleasure, he’s talking, words of encouragement on his lips. Yeah, yeah, fuck me, come on. You’re so fuckin’ good, do it harder. Oh, god, yes, there. Perfect. Fuckin’ perfect.
Jensen can feel it in his entire body now, and when he slams up into Jared, he pulls Jared down and grinds as well as he can, groaning and relishing the feeling of being so deep inside. Jared curses, jerking himself harder, and Jensen can tell from Jared’s breathing and the flush on his skin that he isn’t going to last much longer. His muscles protest, but he keeps moving, starts thrusting again, as hard as he can, punching cries out of Jared, feeling a sense of victory when Jared starts to tense and tighten around him. He watches Jared’s face, watches his eyes widen and then squeeze shut tight, watches his jaw go slack and his body spasm as the first shot of white hits his skin. He moans himself at the spasms over his dick, the sound of Jared’s high breathing and whimpers.
He pulls out when Jared’s finished, can’t help it. He’s aching and burning everywhere, his shoulders, back, chest, abs, thighs. Jared’s legs fall away from him, and he leans against the wall with one hand, the other jerking himself off quickly. He moans again when Jared sinks to his knees in front of him, Jared’s hand covering his, helping him get off. He’s fucking sore, and the rush of orgasm almost hurts, but then the euphoria hits. It feels so good to finally come, waves of pleasure rolling through him, and Jared just tilts his head up and opens, taking it in the mouth, on his chin, his neck.
Jensen drops to the floor in front of Jared when he’s finished, sagging against him and breathing heavily. He lets Jared lift his head up in his hands and cup his face, lips crashing together. Jared’s tongue sweeps into his mouth, come slipping in with it, and Jared holds him there, slowly bringing him down. The kiss breaks, Jensen still able to taste himself on his tongue. He fully collapses against Jared now, body pained, relieved, sated, and worn out all at once.
“Alright?” Jared asks, and Jensen nods against him, even if he feels like he might have to be carried to bed. Jared kisses his cheek and whispers in his ear, “That was impressive.”
“Or stupid.” Jensen groans and readjusts, Jared moving with him. He settles with his head in Jared’s lap, the rest of him laid out on the floor, Jared sitting with his back up against the wall. “I think you owe me a massage.”
Jared snorts and smiles down at him, Jensen’s come still glistening on his skin. “Hey, I said I liked you angry. I never said you had to act like a fuckin’ superhero.” He plays his fingers through Jensen’s hair. “It was hot, though. I’d say we should do it again, but somehow I think it’d be detrimental to your health.”
“Mmm.” Jensen smiles and closes his eyes, relaxing a little more. “Only on special occasions.”
Title: Stronger
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 078. Where?
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2,155
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hardcore smexing.
Summary: Jared manhandles Jensen like it's nothing while filming a scene for 5x22. Jensen's kind of insulted.
Author's Notes: dugindeep and I talked about this in comments not too long ago. This was my best attempt at making it happen. Happy birthday, bb! :)
“You were surprised,” Jared says, kissing down Jensen’s body and smirking. “Saw it in your face. It wasn’t Dean, it was you.”
Jensen just watches Jared’s progress, eyes glued to the lips moving further and further downward. He doesn’t respond, because he won’t deny it. His hand makes its way into Jared’s hair, trying to speed things up, and Jared pulls away, grabbing that hand as well as the other. He forces the hands behind Jensen’s back, making him grunt, and then holds them there with one hand wrapped around the wrists. Jared’s just created that space between Jensen and the wall, and Jensen’s back bows a little because of it, his nostrils flaring.
“Thought you were pissed,” Jared continues, as if nothing’s even happened. He looks up at Jensen with darkened eyes that still have a bit of a spark in them, always mischievous, even during sex. Though, Jensen guesses, this would really be considered foreplay. The smirk never leaves Jared’s face, and he laughs a little, a devious sound that he doesn’t quite try to hide. “I know you were.” He blows hot breath over Jensen’s dick and watches it twitch, his smirk growing into a grin. “But you fuckin’ liked it, too.”
Jensen groans, both in pleasure and annoyance. Jared’s the only person who’s ever gotten him to respond with a mixture of both. Part of him wants to protest, to break free and walk away from this. But the other part is looking down at Jared on his knees and finding the feeling of restriction…interesting, to say the least. Jared keeps grinning, even as he leans forward and trails the tip of his tongue up the underside of Jensen’s cock, making him buck and gasp. It’s teasing, all of this is teasing, Jared’s free hand idly stroking the inside of Jensen’s thigh.
“I’m stronger than you.”
Jensen objects to that with gritted teeth, his head pressing back against the wall as he lifts one leg up to shove a foot against Jared’s chest. Jared may be one for strength, but he’s never been one for balance and grace, and Jensen pulls his wrists free as Jared’s eyes widen and he falls back onto his ass.
“I can do it, too, you know.” Jensen moves, reaching down to grab Jared’s bent leg and pull, dragging Jared with him as he moves away from the wall. And fuck, Jared is heavy.
Jared laughs in a pained way, features scrunching up. “Hey, ow, ow! Rug burn is so not cool. Fuck, my back!” Jensen stops, and Jared reaches a hand up. “Help me up?”
Jensen does, but he doesn’t give Jared too much time to steady himself before he’s rushing them back the way they came, shoving Jared up against the wall this time. There’s a small oof from Jared, but not much, and Jensen holds him there with a forearm up against Jared’s throat.
Jared’s eyebrows go up and he smiles tentatively, knowing that he started this, but wondering if they can finish it. “We really gonna do this?”
Jensen shoves up harder against Jared, gets a gasp out of him. “You think you’re stronger than me?” His words come out angry, even if they both know that it’s true. Jared’s bigger, he weighs more and benches more. But Jared’s never challenged Jensen like this before. Then again, Jensen thinks it’s all part of the foreplay. But if Jared wants challenging, angry sex, Jensen’ll give it to him.
Jared smirks, smug, pupils blown. “I know I am.” He gives a bit of a chuckle, hair falling in his face. “I pulled you off that car like you were nothing. With one hand. And everyone saw it, too.” He tries to lean forward, but Jensen keeps him pinned, pulling his head back when Jared’s still able to flick his tongue over Jensen’s lips. “And it made you hard.” He laughs again, and Jensen feels his blood boil, his cock twitch, Jared’s dark eyes boring into his own. “You like everyone knowin’ you’re weaker than me?”
“You son of a bitch,” Jensen growls. But then Jared’s struggling to lean forward and lick at Jensen’s lips again, his hips bucking to rub their dicks together. Jensen’s breath hitches, and Jared’s grinning again.
“What’s the matter? You gettin’ distracted?” Jared’s grin wilts a bit before Jensen can think of a retort, and he drops the act for a moment, delivering a sobering thought. “Jen, we need lube.”
Jensen curses under his breath. He hesitates for a moment, eyes flicking over Jared’s and then away. He hates breaking things up like this. Jared makes some crude joke, apologizing for having an asshole instead of a wet pussy, and Jensen rolls his eyes and shakes his head, stalking away to get the lube. He’s tense and pissed, all riled up and needing to get off.
Jared’s not wrong about what happened. It was just a suggestion. A suggestion changed everything. Jared, can you drag him off the hood? Jared had shrugged and reached out with one hand to grab Jensen’s leg, pulling him off of the car so easily, it was embarrassing. Jared hadn’t really been trying to show off at the time. He did respect Jensen, after all. In fact, after Jared had realized what he’d done, he’d hesitated and given Jensen an apologetic look, as if he hadn’t meant to have done it so nonchalantly.
Then there was the scene. There was the dark yes, the touch, the ease of the pull, the strength in Jared’s body, and then their closeness. Dean was about to get the holy hell beat out of him, but Jensen had never been more turned on. Well…maybe not never, but it did take him by surprise. By the time they were finished, Jensen was hot and hard, and Jared noticed.
Jared’s using it to his advantage now, trying to get Jensen’s ire up and turning it towards sex. Jensen retrieves the lube and heads back to where he left Jared. It’s working.
He half expected Jared to have moved, to fight or challenge him more, but it’s as if the quest for lube was as good as pressing a pause button on the action. Jared’s still up against the wall, leaning and waiting. But now he’s stroking himself slowly, lazily, just to take a bit of the edge off, dick straining up against his stomach. He turns to see Jensen walking back into the room, and his eyes travel downward. Jensen can feel his dick bobbing as he walks, and Jared licks his lips, tracking the movement.
“Where do you want me?” Jared asks, thrusting into his hand. His eyes rise to meet Jensen’s. “Couch? Bed?”
Jensen smirks and shakes his head, his anger beginning to wane. “Thought you were in charge? So caught up in your own strength.”
“I wanted you like this,” Jared says, idly swiping his thumb over the head of his dick. He smiles. “I actually kinda like you when you’re angry.”
Jensen moves towards Jared, squeezing a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and tossing it aside. He gets close, up in Jared’s face, brushes those fingers down over Jared’s dick, balls, up between his legs and towards his hole. Jared releases a breath and opens his legs wider.
“Who says we’re moving?”
Jared looks between Jensen’s eyes for a moment, uncomprehending, then sucks in a breath when Jensen slips a finger in. “Oh, God.” Both of Jared’s hands come up to Jensen’s shoulders and squeeze, holding on, and his head drops forward. “You want…” He pauses and shivers, clenching around Jensen’s finger. “You wanna do it here?”
“Yeah,” Jensen breathes, finger slowly moving in and out. “Why not?”
Jared fastens his mouth on Jensen’s collarbone, sucking, then drags his lips up to Jensen’s ear. “Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”
Jensen shoves a second finger in, and Jared gasps loudly, not expecting it. “Shut up.” He keeps his fingers moving quicker than before, then crooks them and massages, feeling a thrill when Jared grips his shoulders harder and moans. “Come on,” he prods, working faster, adding another finger and watching as Jared’s head falls back against the wall, eyes fluttering closed. “Come on.” He pulls his fingers free and strokes his cock a few times, hand still slippery with lube. He moves closer, pushing his hand back over Jared’s ass and down, onto the back of his thigh. “Wrap those legs around me.”
“Jensen…” It sounds like it’s going to be a protest, but it’s not. Jared’s leg lifts and curls around him, the other following suit once Jensen positions himself.
Jensen grips Jared’s hips as he pushes up and in, and he can already feel the strain. His pecs and biceps are bulging with the effort to hold Jared up, support his weight. But he can do it. He won’t settle for anything less, not now. He thrusts, feels the push in his legs, and Jared moans, one hand over Jensen’s shoulder, the other on his dick.
“Holy fuck, you’re really doing it.” Jared says it as if he’s almost in awe, and he looks down at Jensen with the same expression. Jensen thrusts again, harder, and Jared keens and tosses his head back against the wall, stroking his cock.
“Fuck, yeah,” Jensen manages, even if this is like a fucking endurance trial. He still needs this, and he finds himself pressing on, moving through it, setting a pace and picking it up, legs burning as he continues to fuck into Jared, supporting and moving Jared’s body to meet his own. He’s grunting with each push, and somehow the sound is liberating, helping him, giving him more energy to get through this.
Jared’s legs tighten around him, feet urging him on, and when he isn’t moaning his pleasure, he’s talking, words of encouragement on his lips. Yeah, yeah, fuck me, come on. You’re so fuckin’ good, do it harder. Oh, god, yes, there. Perfect. Fuckin’ perfect.
Jensen can feel it in his entire body now, and when he slams up into Jared, he pulls Jared down and grinds as well as he can, groaning and relishing the feeling of being so deep inside. Jared curses, jerking himself harder, and Jensen can tell from Jared’s breathing and the flush on his skin that he isn’t going to last much longer. His muscles protest, but he keeps moving, starts thrusting again, as hard as he can, punching cries out of Jared, feeling a sense of victory when Jared starts to tense and tighten around him. He watches Jared’s face, watches his eyes widen and then squeeze shut tight, watches his jaw go slack and his body spasm as the first shot of white hits his skin. He moans himself at the spasms over his dick, the sound of Jared’s high breathing and whimpers.
He pulls out when Jared’s finished, can’t help it. He’s aching and burning everywhere, his shoulders, back, chest, abs, thighs. Jared’s legs fall away from him, and he leans against the wall with one hand, the other jerking himself off quickly. He moans again when Jared sinks to his knees in front of him, Jared’s hand covering his, helping him get off. He’s fucking sore, and the rush of orgasm almost hurts, but then the euphoria hits. It feels so good to finally come, waves of pleasure rolling through him, and Jared just tilts his head up and opens, taking it in the mouth, on his chin, his neck.
Jensen drops to the floor in front of Jared when he’s finished, sagging against him and breathing heavily. He lets Jared lift his head up in his hands and cup his face, lips crashing together. Jared’s tongue sweeps into his mouth, come slipping in with it, and Jared holds him there, slowly bringing him down. The kiss breaks, Jensen still able to taste himself on his tongue. He fully collapses against Jared now, body pained, relieved, sated, and worn out all at once.
“Alright?” Jared asks, and Jensen nods against him, even if he feels like he might have to be carried to bed. Jared kisses his cheek and whispers in his ear, “That was impressive.”
“Or stupid.” Jensen groans and readjusts, Jared moving with him. He settles with his head in Jared’s lap, the rest of him laid out on the floor, Jared sitting with his back up against the wall. “I think you owe me a massage.”
Jared snorts and smiles down at him, Jensen’s come still glistening on his skin. “Hey, I said I liked you angry. I never said you had to act like a fuckin’ superhero.” He plays his fingers through Jensen’s hair. “It was hot, though. I’d say we should do it again, but somehow I think it’d be detrimental to your health.”
“Mmm.” Jensen smiles and closes his eyes, relaxing a little more. “Only on special occasions.”