Fic: Just An Experiment (Jared/Jensen)
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blue_icy_roseTitle: Just An Experiment
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, bondage, and you know, boy on boy action.
Summary: This pretty much has no plot at all. It's Jared wanting to do things to Jensen. With toys.
Disclaimer: Jared and Jensen own themselves. *mutters* And each other. None of this really happened.
A/N: This was written formarishna's Supernatural Pic Prompt Challenge and she was very cool about me being late for this. So thanks. ^_^ Anyway, first time venturing into RPS and only my second time writing slashy porn, so feedback is much appreciated. (I figured, might as well just jump on in and go NC-17 my first time around, lol.)
My prompt was this.
As he watches the way Jensen’s hands caress the gun, Jared thinks it’s a damn good thing he doesn’t have any lines in this scene because right now all he can concentrate on is the motion of those hands.
He licks his lips and blinks when he realizes that Jensen is looking up at him, a knowing smile on his face and a look in his eye that makes Jared wonder if Jensen has a secret gun kink the way he’s sure Dean does.
~*~*~
“What?”
Jared glanced up at Jensen who was staring at him as if he hadn’t ever seen him before.
“I went shopping with Mike,” he said. Jensen blinked.
“You went shopping?”
“Uh-huh.”
“With Mike.”
“Yeah.”
“As in Rosenbaum?” Jensen asked. Jared snorted.
“Yes.”
Rather than find it funny, Jensen eyed the bag Jared now held with a bit more caution. “And you want to show me what you bought?” He waited until Jared had nodded before looking at the bag again. “Are you going to put on some weird ass fashion show for me? Is this going to turn into you modeling outfits?”
Jared laughed. “You wish. No. Just go in the bedroom and wait, okay?”
Jensen paused. “This isn’t like the time he insisted you start dressing more like Lex is it? Because I swear if that bag is full of purple shirts…”
Snorting, Jared pushed at him with one hand. “Would you just go in the bedroom?” He grinned. “And take off your clothes while you’re at it.”
Jensen barely had time to frown before Jared had started pulling his shirt up. Shaking his head in amusement, he pushed Jared’s hands away and finished pulling the shirt off himself. “Must have been one hell of a shopping trip,” was all he said as he turned and headed into the bedroom, stripping as he went.
Grinning, Jared kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt before taking the bag into the room. His grin widened when he found Jensen sprawled out on the bed, waiting for him. He didn’t say anything because he was pretty sure if he did, it’d be something stupid about how Jensen was a sight for sore eyes and there was no way in hell he was saying that out loud, especially in bed. He’d never hear the end of it.
He threw the bag near Jensen’s head and then began a deliberately slow crawl up his body, relishing the hiss that escaped Jensen at the feel of his jeans brushing against him. He lowered his mouth to Jensen’s ear, biting gently before saying in a low voice, “Lift your arms.”
Once he’d done that, Jared reached over into the bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, dangling them from one finger and raising an eyebrow. Jensen’s eyes widened a bit even as he nodded, his breath coming a bit faster.
“You see,” Jared said casually, leaning down and tracing Jensen’s bottom lip with his tongue, “I thought you might appreciate what I bought even more if you were like this.” His eyes lifted slightly, snapping the cuffs in place and wrapping Jensen’s hands around the edge of the headboard. “Locked up and completely at my mercy.”
A shiver ran down Jensen’s spine at that and he arched up, legs falling open so Jared could settle against him more comfortably. “Fuck, Jared.”
Jared laughed. “Not just yet.” He lifted two fingers to Jensen’s mouth. “Suck.” Obediently, Jensen’s mouth opened as Jared slid his fingers in. He groaned as Jensen’s tongue wrapped around first one finger and then the other. Jared groaned, rocking his hips, as Jensen sucked harder. “Fuck. Stop,” he breathed, pulling his hand away, ignoring the sound of disappointment that Jensen made.
He moved back, using his knees to push against Jensen’s legs. “Open for me, Jensen.” He kept his eyes on the way Jensen’s mouth fell open, breathy moan escaping, as he slipped in first one, then two fingers.
Christ, he could stare at Jensen all day.
“Jared,” Jensen said, gasping a bit, “if you don’t move your fingers right now, I’m going to kill you.” As if to emphasize the point, he clenched around Jared’s fingers, looking very pleased with himself when Jared had to bite his lip to keep another moan from escaping.
Now, Jared thought, stretching his other hand out and reaching into the bag. The rustling of the plastic causes Jensen to frown as he turns his head to see what else Jared has in the bag and then he’s sucking in a breath because a dildo shaped like a gun certainly isn’t what he was expecting.
He moaned, thrusting back on Jared’s fingers as Jared lifted the dildo to his mouth, running his tongue up one side and then down the other.
“You wish this was you, Jensen?” Jared’s voice has gone low, husky, rough just the way Jensen likes it and he lets his eyes close to savor the sound. “You wishing this was your cock instead of a toy?” He twists his fingers a bit when he doesn’t get an answer. “I’m not doing another thing until you answer,” he says.
Sadistic bastard, is really all Jensen can think before he’s nodding. “Yes, damn it.” He arches, pushing closer and hopes Jared will get the hint already.
Jared grins, but it’s different than that light-up-the-room grin, and Jensen just knows that Jared has something else to say.
“You want something in your mouth too?”
It’s tempting to just tell Jared to shut up and use his mouth for something much more productive than talking but he knows that nothing else is going to happen until he answers and so he nods, licking his lips. “Yeah.” The word drags out as Jared begins to pump his fingers slowly.
Jared slides the dildo up Jensen’s body, eyes darkening when Jensen’s stomach muscles twitch. “Open,” he whispers and then he’s sliding it passed Jensen’s lips and watching as that fucking mouth wraps around the dildo like it was made to do so. He watches the way Jensen’s cheeks hollow for a moment and then his eyes move away from Jensen’s mouth to his eyes before he lowers his head, breath fanning over the tip of Jensen’s cock. He hears a muffled moan and flicks out his tongue to catch the precome that’s gathered there before leaning down and taking in as much of Jensen as he could.
He could feel the tip of Jensen’s cock brushing against the back of his throat and fought the urge to gag. Instead he concentrated on relaxing his muscles, giving a hum of satisfaction when Jensen slipped further down his throat. He felt a shudder move through Jensen’s body and he moved back slightly when Jensen thrust up.
Jared slid his mouth back up, running his tongue along the underside of Jensen’s cock as he did so before pulling closing his lips around the tip only and sucking hard.
Above him, Jensen pulled away from the dildo with a wet sound that only served to make Jared harder. “Fuck,” he gasped. His hands tightened on the headboard and his head fell back, leaving him with nothing to stare at but the point where the wall met the ceiling. The fingers inside him curved and he just knew that Jared was deliberately avoiding touching him in the one spot that would set him off. Vaguely, he registered that Jared had dropped the dildo to the side of the bed and his now free hand is caressing Jensen’s chest, tugging at his nipple.
And then he doesn’t know anything at all because Jared’s swallowing him down to the base and he can feel his throat muscles working around him and this time when Jared curves his fingers up, it’s in just the right spot, causing Jensen’s body to tighten up before he’s coming in Jared’s mouth and around Jared’s fingers.
Jared’s eyes are still locked on Jensen’s face, on that look that’s a mixture of helpless vulnerability and dirty satisfaction, as he swallows down everything Jensen has in him. That look combined with the taste of Jensen is enough to have him coming and Jared really doesn’t care that this is his last pair of clean jeans because he’s been wanting to do this from the moment he spotted the dildo in the store.
He continued to swallow until there was nothing left but Jensen soft in his mouth and he pulled his fingers out at the same time he pulled his mouth away, smiling at the soft sound that escaped Jensen when he did. The smile disappeared as he looked down at his jeans and he makes a face causing Jensen to laugh as his hands drop away from the headboard to fall against the pillow.
He quickly pulls off his jeans and then his boxers, throwing them to the floor, before dropping back on the bed.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?”
Jared grinned. “Nothing. It was just…an experiment.” Gun kink, check, he thinks, pressing a kiss to the corner of Jensen’s lips.
“Oh.”
“I’m thinking I might be a cowboy for Halloween this year.”
Now Jensen blinks because that had come completely out of nowhere. “What?”
Jared motioned to the bag, still sitting next to Jensen. “This gun dildo? It came with a holster. So, I’m thinking this year? Cowboy.”
There’s an image of Jared in a cowboy hat, a holster belt, and nothing else in Jensen’s mind and really, that’s not a bad idea at all.
“Yeah, that could work.”
Nodding, Jared ducks his head to hide the look of consideration that’s come across his face. Because now he can’t help but wonder if he can get away with replacing one of the guns on set with this one the next time it calls for him to stick a gun in the waistband of his pants. And wouldn’t that just be the most fun surprise for Jensen?
“Jared?”
He blinks, glancing up. “Yeah?”
“You ever going to let me out of these cuffs?” Jensen asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jared smirked.
Not just yet.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, bondage, and you know, boy on boy action.
Summary: This pretty much has no plot at all. It's Jared wanting to do things to Jensen. With toys.
Disclaimer: Jared and Jensen own themselves. *mutters* And each other. None of this really happened.
A/N: This was written for
marishna's Supernatural Pic Prompt Challenge and she was very cool about me being late for this. So thanks. ^_^ Anyway, first time venturing into RPS and only my second time writing slashy porn, so feedback is much appreciated. (I figured, might as well just jump on in and go NC-17 my first time around, lol.)My prompt was this.
As he watches the way Jensen’s hands caress the gun, Jared thinks it’s a damn good thing he doesn’t have any lines in this scene because right now all he can concentrate on is the motion of those hands.
He licks his lips and blinks when he realizes that Jensen is looking up at him, a knowing smile on his face and a look in his eye that makes Jared wonder if Jensen has a secret gun kink the way he’s sure Dean does.
“What?”
Jared glanced up at Jensen who was staring at him as if he hadn’t ever seen him before.
“I went shopping with Mike,” he said. Jensen blinked.
“You went shopping?”
“Uh-huh.”
“With Mike.”
“Yeah.”
“As in Rosenbaum?” Jensen asked. Jared snorted.
“Yes.”
Rather than find it funny, Jensen eyed the bag Jared now held with a bit more caution. “And you want to show me what you bought?” He waited until Jared had nodded before looking at the bag again. “Are you going to put on some weird ass fashion show for me? Is this going to turn into you modeling outfits?”
Jared laughed. “You wish. No. Just go in the bedroom and wait, okay?”
Jensen paused. “This isn’t like the time he insisted you start dressing more like Lex is it? Because I swear if that bag is full of purple shirts…”
Snorting, Jared pushed at him with one hand. “Would you just go in the bedroom?” He grinned. “And take off your clothes while you’re at it.”
Jensen barely had time to frown before Jared had started pulling his shirt up. Shaking his head in amusement, he pushed Jared’s hands away and finished pulling the shirt off himself. “Must have been one hell of a shopping trip,” was all he said as he turned and headed into the bedroom, stripping as he went.
Grinning, Jared kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt before taking the bag into the room. His grin widened when he found Jensen sprawled out on the bed, waiting for him. He didn’t say anything because he was pretty sure if he did, it’d be something stupid about how Jensen was a sight for sore eyes and there was no way in hell he was saying that out loud, especially in bed. He’d never hear the end of it.
He threw the bag near Jensen’s head and then began a deliberately slow crawl up his body, relishing the hiss that escaped Jensen at the feel of his jeans brushing against him. He lowered his mouth to Jensen’s ear, biting gently before saying in a low voice, “Lift your arms.”
Once he’d done that, Jared reached over into the bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, dangling them from one finger and raising an eyebrow. Jensen’s eyes widened a bit even as he nodded, his breath coming a bit faster.
“You see,” Jared said casually, leaning down and tracing Jensen’s bottom lip with his tongue, “I thought you might appreciate what I bought even more if you were like this.” His eyes lifted slightly, snapping the cuffs in place and wrapping Jensen’s hands around the edge of the headboard. “Locked up and completely at my mercy.”
A shiver ran down Jensen’s spine at that and he arched up, legs falling open so Jared could settle against him more comfortably. “Fuck, Jared.”
Jared laughed. “Not just yet.” He lifted two fingers to Jensen’s mouth. “Suck.” Obediently, Jensen’s mouth opened as Jared slid his fingers in. He groaned as Jensen’s tongue wrapped around first one finger and then the other. Jared groaned, rocking his hips, as Jensen sucked harder. “Fuck. Stop,” he breathed, pulling his hand away, ignoring the sound of disappointment that Jensen made.
He moved back, using his knees to push against Jensen’s legs. “Open for me, Jensen.” He kept his eyes on the way Jensen’s mouth fell open, breathy moan escaping, as he slipped in first one, then two fingers.
Christ, he could stare at Jensen all day.
“Jared,” Jensen said, gasping a bit, “if you don’t move your fingers right now, I’m going to kill you.” As if to emphasize the point, he clenched around Jared’s fingers, looking very pleased with himself when Jared had to bite his lip to keep another moan from escaping.
Now, Jared thought, stretching his other hand out and reaching into the bag. The rustling of the plastic causes Jensen to frown as he turns his head to see what else Jared has in the bag and then he’s sucking in a breath because a dildo shaped like a gun certainly isn’t what he was expecting.
He moaned, thrusting back on Jared’s fingers as Jared lifted the dildo to his mouth, running his tongue up one side and then down the other.
“You wish this was you, Jensen?” Jared’s voice has gone low, husky, rough just the way Jensen likes it and he lets his eyes close to savor the sound. “You wishing this was your cock instead of a toy?” He twists his fingers a bit when he doesn’t get an answer. “I’m not doing another thing until you answer,” he says.
Sadistic bastard, is really all Jensen can think before he’s nodding. “Yes, damn it.” He arches, pushing closer and hopes Jared will get the hint already.
Jared grins, but it’s different than that light-up-the-room grin, and Jensen just knows that Jared has something else to say.
“You want something in your mouth too?”
It’s tempting to just tell Jared to shut up and use his mouth for something much more productive than talking but he knows that nothing else is going to happen until he answers and so he nods, licking his lips. “Yeah.” The word drags out as Jared begins to pump his fingers slowly.
Jared slides the dildo up Jensen’s body, eyes darkening when Jensen’s stomach muscles twitch. “Open,” he whispers and then he’s sliding it passed Jensen’s lips and watching as that fucking mouth wraps around the dildo like it was made to do so. He watches the way Jensen’s cheeks hollow for a moment and then his eyes move away from Jensen’s mouth to his eyes before he lowers his head, breath fanning over the tip of Jensen’s cock. He hears a muffled moan and flicks out his tongue to catch the precome that’s gathered there before leaning down and taking in as much of Jensen as he could.
He could feel the tip of Jensen’s cock brushing against the back of his throat and fought the urge to gag. Instead he concentrated on relaxing his muscles, giving a hum of satisfaction when Jensen slipped further down his throat. He felt a shudder move through Jensen’s body and he moved back slightly when Jensen thrust up.
Jared slid his mouth back up, running his tongue along the underside of Jensen’s cock as he did so before pulling closing his lips around the tip only and sucking hard.
Above him, Jensen pulled away from the dildo with a wet sound that only served to make Jared harder. “Fuck,” he gasped. His hands tightened on the headboard and his head fell back, leaving him with nothing to stare at but the point where the wall met the ceiling. The fingers inside him curved and he just knew that Jared was deliberately avoiding touching him in the one spot that would set him off. Vaguely, he registered that Jared had dropped the dildo to the side of the bed and his now free hand is caressing Jensen’s chest, tugging at his nipple.
And then he doesn’t know anything at all because Jared’s swallowing him down to the base and he can feel his throat muscles working around him and this time when Jared curves his fingers up, it’s in just the right spot, causing Jensen’s body to tighten up before he’s coming in Jared’s mouth and around Jared’s fingers.
Jared’s eyes are still locked on Jensen’s face, on that look that’s a mixture of helpless vulnerability and dirty satisfaction, as he swallows down everything Jensen has in him. That look combined with the taste of Jensen is enough to have him coming and Jared really doesn’t care that this is his last pair of clean jeans because he’s been wanting to do this from the moment he spotted the dildo in the store.
He continued to swallow until there was nothing left but Jensen soft in his mouth and he pulled his fingers out at the same time he pulled his mouth away, smiling at the soft sound that escaped Jensen when he did. The smile disappeared as he looked down at his jeans and he makes a face causing Jensen to laugh as his hands drop away from the headboard to fall against the pillow.
He quickly pulls off his jeans and then his boxers, throwing them to the floor, before dropping back on the bed.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?”
Jared grinned. “Nothing. It was just…an experiment.” Gun kink, check, he thinks, pressing a kiss to the corner of Jensen’s lips.
“Oh.”
“I’m thinking I might be a cowboy for Halloween this year.”
Now Jensen blinks because that had come completely out of nowhere. “What?”
Jared motioned to the bag, still sitting next to Jensen. “This gun dildo? It came with a holster. So, I’m thinking this year? Cowboy.”
There’s an image of Jared in a cowboy hat, a holster belt, and nothing else in Jensen’s mind and really, that’s not a bad idea at all.
“Yeah, that could work.”
Nodding, Jared ducks his head to hide the look of consideration that’s come across his face. Because now he can’t help but wonder if he can get away with replacing one of the guns on set with this one the next time it calls for him to stick a gun in the waistband of his pants. And wouldn’t that just be the most fun surprise for Jensen?
“Jared?”
He blinks, glancing up. “Yeah?”
“You ever going to let me out of these cuffs?” Jensen asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jared smirked.
Not just yet.
