Happy Endings
Title: Happy Endings
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 003. Ends.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,110
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smex!
Summary: Jensen doesn't expect to fall in love with someone who puts out so quickly.
Author's Notes: Since the someecards comment fic meme was started, I started going through a bunch of someecards. I came across this one and couldn't help myself.
Jensen knows it isn’t going to last long the minute he bends Jared over the hotel room mattress and fucks him until the headboard starts slamming into the wall. He knows he’s damning this possible friendship and both of their careers, because this never ends well, fucking your costar. Especially not when you do it on the very first day you meet. But Jensen was horny, and Jared was willing, and now here they both are, sticky and sweaty, flopping down next to each other on the bed.
“Wow,” Jared gasps, laughing. Jensen watches the way Jared’s chest heaves, the way the flush on his face and chest fade into paler skin on his abdomen, Jared’s hand reaching down to grip his spent dick as it twitches one more time. “Fuck, I’m happy to be workin’ with you.”
“Yeah,” Jensen says flatly. “Me too.”
He doesn’t tell Jared that he has absolutely no hope for this. He doesn’t say that they’ve just destroyed whatever opportunity they had together. He just sighs and falls asleep, waiting for the inevitable.
****
It takes a while for the series to get picked up after they film the pilot, and when it does, Jensen flies to Vancouver with a sense of foreboding. This is where it all goes south. This is when fucking upon the first meeting screws everything up for Jensen, Jared, and Supernatural. Jensen’s pretty damn sure of it. He expects a fight, a “why haven’t we seen each other sooner” sort of thing, and tension among the all-knowing crewmembers.
What he doesn’t expect is for Jared to greet him with the biggest smile he’s ever seen, wrapping him up in the tightest hug he’s ever felt, and introducing him to the most easygoing crew he’s ever known. By the end of the day, Jensen loosens up, smiles, and even starts thinking that maybe, just maybe, this will all be okay.
By the end of the night, Jensen’s got his dick shoved balls-deep into Jared’s ass, hand pulling Jared’s hair as he grinds and thrusts, Jared’s hole clenching around him. His hips snap forward, and then he pulls out and pulls the condom off, coming all over Jared’s back. He finishes Jared off with his hand, wipes Jared’s come on the sheets, and sighs. Whatever hope he had earlier in the day is completely shot. They’ll never make it now.
****
Not even a full month into the series, Jared starts to get daring while on set, and Jensen can’t bring himself to stop it. One minute he’s walking up the steps to his trailer, and the next minute Jared’s right behind him, crowding and pushing him through the door. The door’s barely shut when Jared gets Jensen’s pants down around his ankles and puts Jensen’s dick in his mouth.
Jensen’s hands immediately fist in Jared’s hair, his head dropping back against the mostly-shut door of his trailer. He’s trying to buck his hips and keep quiet at the same time, sweating beneath Dean’s leather jacket. He can’t help the moan that escapes his lips when Jared takes him down to the base, and he swears he can feel Jared smile around him.
He shakes his head against the door, cursing as he gives in and comes. He sighs even as Jared’s still swallowing, because there’s no question about it now. They’re fucked. Absolutely fucked.
****
Jared insists on celebrating when Supernatural gets picked up for another season. Jensen’s beyond shocked that it’s even happening, even as Jared’s legs wrap around him, heels digging into his ass to urge him on. He fucks in a little deeper, and Jared keens, breath smelling of the alcohol they’ve both already consumed. His breathing grows harsh as he gets closer, and he jolts as he suddenly remembers that he has to pull out. But Jared only pulls him in and holds him closer when he tries to, and he can’t help the sudden tremor that runs through his body, the hot, thick burst of come that fills Jared’s.
When he does finally pull out, he inwardly curses his shortage of condoms and his inability to keep his dick in his pants. He watches his come dribble out of Jared’s hole and can’t help but feel that season two is doomed.
****
Summer hiatus doesn’t change anything. Neither does the next holiday break or the end of season two. When the writers’ strike hits in season three, Jensen’s sure that this is it. They can’t possibly go any further. Maybe a writers’ strike isn’t really his or his dick’s fault, but it has to be some sign that he’s finally getting what’s been coming to him.
He may have expected this sign of doom, but what he doesn’t expect is the lonely feeling he suddenly has. Jared’s been attached to his hip for some time now, and Jensen…Jensen misses him. Jensen misses Jared like he misses his own family, when he’s away in Vancouver. He misses Jared like…like he loves him.
Jensen’s in the middle of eating a sandwich when the revelation hits, and he stops mid-chew, sandwich falling out of his hand and hitting the plate he has there on the table. He’s not sure what to do or think until his cell phone rings, and he sees that it’s Jared. He swallows his food and answers faster than he answers for anyone, including his own mother.
****
“You’re kidding!” Jared barks a laugh and slaps a hand down on the mattress, shaking his head at Jensen. “Come on, man! Even when I was sucking your dick?”
Jensen laughs and rubs a hand over his face, embarrassed. He doesn’t know why he even admitted all of this to Jared, but after five seasons, he’s kind of gotten into the habit of telling Jared everything. “Yeah,” he admits, voice low. “Even then.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Jared says, laughing some more. “All that free sex, and you can’t even enjoy it.”
“What?” Jensen gets defensive, palms up in the air. “I never thought I’d fall in love with someone who put out so quickly. And for the record,” he adds, holding up a finger, “I did enjoy it. I just enjoy it more now.”
“Fucking better,” Jared says, rolling on top of him and grinning. “I don’t like to think of all that time I spend with your dick up my ass as just being a waste.”
Jensen just laughs, his laugh turning to a groan as Jared moves down his body, breath blowing hot over his dick. The only thought he has before Jared’s tongue swipes over his slit is Thank God this is gonna last forever.
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 003. Ends.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,110
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smex!
Summary: Jensen doesn't expect to fall in love with someone who puts out so quickly.
Author's Notes: Since the someecards comment fic meme was started, I started going through a bunch of someecards. I came across this one and couldn't help myself.
Jensen knows it isn’t going to last long the minute he bends Jared over the hotel room mattress and fucks him until the headboard starts slamming into the wall. He knows he’s damning this possible friendship and both of their careers, because this never ends well, fucking your costar. Especially not when you do it on the very first day you meet. But Jensen was horny, and Jared was willing, and now here they both are, sticky and sweaty, flopping down next to each other on the bed.
“Wow,” Jared gasps, laughing. Jensen watches the way Jared’s chest heaves, the way the flush on his face and chest fade into paler skin on his abdomen, Jared’s hand reaching down to grip his spent dick as it twitches one more time. “Fuck, I’m happy to be workin’ with you.”
“Yeah,” Jensen says flatly. “Me too.”
He doesn’t tell Jared that he has absolutely no hope for this. He doesn’t say that they’ve just destroyed whatever opportunity they had together. He just sighs and falls asleep, waiting for the inevitable.
****
It takes a while for the series to get picked up after they film the pilot, and when it does, Jensen flies to Vancouver with a sense of foreboding. This is where it all goes south. This is when fucking upon the first meeting screws everything up for Jensen, Jared, and Supernatural. Jensen’s pretty damn sure of it. He expects a fight, a “why haven’t we seen each other sooner” sort of thing, and tension among the all-knowing crewmembers.
What he doesn’t expect is for Jared to greet him with the biggest smile he’s ever seen, wrapping him up in the tightest hug he’s ever felt, and introducing him to the most easygoing crew he’s ever known. By the end of the day, Jensen loosens up, smiles, and even starts thinking that maybe, just maybe, this will all be okay.
By the end of the night, Jensen’s got his dick shoved balls-deep into Jared’s ass, hand pulling Jared’s hair as he grinds and thrusts, Jared’s hole clenching around him. His hips snap forward, and then he pulls out and pulls the condom off, coming all over Jared’s back. He finishes Jared off with his hand, wipes Jared’s come on the sheets, and sighs. Whatever hope he had earlier in the day is completely shot. They’ll never make it now.
****
Not even a full month into the series, Jared starts to get daring while on set, and Jensen can’t bring himself to stop it. One minute he’s walking up the steps to his trailer, and the next minute Jared’s right behind him, crowding and pushing him through the door. The door’s barely shut when Jared gets Jensen’s pants down around his ankles and puts Jensen’s dick in his mouth.
Jensen’s hands immediately fist in Jared’s hair, his head dropping back against the mostly-shut door of his trailer. He’s trying to buck his hips and keep quiet at the same time, sweating beneath Dean’s leather jacket. He can’t help the moan that escapes his lips when Jared takes him down to the base, and he swears he can feel Jared smile around him.
He shakes his head against the door, cursing as he gives in and comes. He sighs even as Jared’s still swallowing, because there’s no question about it now. They’re fucked. Absolutely fucked.
****
Jared insists on celebrating when Supernatural gets picked up for another season. Jensen’s beyond shocked that it’s even happening, even as Jared’s legs wrap around him, heels digging into his ass to urge him on. He fucks in a little deeper, and Jared keens, breath smelling of the alcohol they’ve both already consumed. His breathing grows harsh as he gets closer, and he jolts as he suddenly remembers that he has to pull out. But Jared only pulls him in and holds him closer when he tries to, and he can’t help the sudden tremor that runs through his body, the hot, thick burst of come that fills Jared’s.
When he does finally pull out, he inwardly curses his shortage of condoms and his inability to keep his dick in his pants. He watches his come dribble out of Jared’s hole and can’t help but feel that season two is doomed.
****
Summer hiatus doesn’t change anything. Neither does the next holiday break or the end of season two. When the writers’ strike hits in season three, Jensen’s sure that this is it. They can’t possibly go any further. Maybe a writers’ strike isn’t really his or his dick’s fault, but it has to be some sign that he’s finally getting what’s been coming to him.
He may have expected this sign of doom, but what he doesn’t expect is the lonely feeling he suddenly has. Jared’s been attached to his hip for some time now, and Jensen…Jensen misses him. Jensen misses Jared like he misses his own family, when he’s away in Vancouver. He misses Jared like…like he loves him.
Jensen’s in the middle of eating a sandwich when the revelation hits, and he stops mid-chew, sandwich falling out of his hand and hitting the plate he has there on the table. He’s not sure what to do or think until his cell phone rings, and he sees that it’s Jared. He swallows his food and answers faster than he answers for anyone, including his own mother.
****
“You’re kidding!” Jared barks a laugh and slaps a hand down on the mattress, shaking his head at Jensen. “Come on, man! Even when I was sucking your dick?”
Jensen laughs and rubs a hand over his face, embarrassed. He doesn’t know why he even admitted all of this to Jared, but after five seasons, he’s kind of gotten into the habit of telling Jared everything. “Yeah,” he admits, voice low. “Even then.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Jared says, laughing some more. “All that free sex, and you can’t even enjoy it.”
“What?” Jensen gets defensive, palms up in the air. “I never thought I’d fall in love with someone who put out so quickly. And for the record,” he adds, holding up a finger, “I did enjoy it. I just enjoy it more now.”
“Fucking better,” Jared says, rolling on top of him and grinning. “I don’t like to think of all that time I spend with your dick up my ass as just being a waste.”
Jensen just laughs, his laugh turning to a groan as Jared moves down his body, breath blowing hot over his dick. The only thought he has before Jared’s tongue swipes over his slit is Thank God this is gonna last forever.