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withimpunityPairing: Jensen/JDM implied Jared/Jensen
Rating: NAUGHTY (that's nc-17)
Words: 929
Disclaimer: These, folks, are real people. I don't know them and I'm pretty sure this never happened.
Jensen doesn't know how long they've been doing this, but he knows its always been just like this. Crap work day, nothing going like it should, Eric yelling so much he's shrieking like a woman and Kim throwing stuff and Jared eating like he's got a damn tape worm, and Jeff's just sick of all of it. He flings Jensen's trailer door wide open and slams it behind him like he's making a point. Crushes Jensen's sweet little mouth with his, scrubbing Jensen's baby face with rough, John Winchester stubble as he bites hard on Jensen's bottom lips and draws blood, dragging his tongue along the inside of his lip, licking it away like sugar.
"Need you," He growls low in Jensen's ear, peeling off the layers wardrobe likes to pile on Dean until he can touch flesh, hot and smooth and bare, just how he likes it. His teeth drag across Jensen's skin, catching a raised pink nipple in the process, making Jensen buck and hiss between his teeth.
Jeff's hands fall below Jensen's waist, deftly sliding his belt loose, pulling it out of the loops with one swift motion. He tugs Dean's jeans roughly down Jensen's thighs, burning Jensen's pale skin with the thick denim, and puts his hand on Jensen's waist, turning him around so that he can bend him over the small table in the kitchenette. Jeff nearly loses it right then, Jen looks so pretty, bent over the small table with his jeans bunched up around the tops of his boots, Dean's gold amulet swinging like a pendulum in the negative space.
Jeff grabs the tube of gel and condom out of his pocket (grabbed on the way out of his trailer, knew he'd be needing it), slides on the condom and slicks himself up, pushing two slippery fingers right into Jensen, grinning at the mouth-watering noise the boy makes when he twists them inside, stretching and readying him to take his cock.
"Okok," Jensen whimpers, sweat beading across his forehead as he pushes back against Jeff's hand. "Goddammit, Jeff. Just."
Jeff chuckles darkly deep inside his chest and lines up with Jensen's hole, tatooing Jensen's pale, freckled hips with the tips of his fingers as he pushes inside, feeling his pulse first race... then stop...then start again.
"Sweet Jesus how are you this fucking tight?" Jeff groans as he pulls slowly out, so far he nearly slips out, before pushing all the way in again, watching Jensen's back ripple as he moans. "I just fucked you yesterday boy, so hard you couldn't even tell me who the president was."
"Oh fuck," Jensen swears as Jeff slams into him possessively, fingers curling around each hipbone, searing his flesh with finger-shaped bruises. Jeff leans in to pulls the skin on Jensen's neck into his mouth and notices a bruise already there, one he's pretty damn sure he didn't leave yesterday.
"You been whoring around on me, Jensen?" There's a smirk in his tone as his fingertips brush the purple, half-dollar bruise on the nape of Jensen's neck. Jensen make an unintelligible noise and pushes back against him.
"I asked you a question," Jeff growls, pounding into Jensen so hard he feels the head of his cock nudge Jensen's prostate, hears the string of epithets that spill from Jensen's not-so-innocent mouth.
"Jared," Jensen gasps out, clenching around Jeff's cock, a silent plea for him to do that again, fingers curled around the edge of the table white-knuckle tight, making the silver ring on his finger stand out even more. "Last night. He needed me."
"Mm, I bet he did," Jeff hums and reaches around their bodies, fingers curling around Jensen's hot, hard flesh, the tip soaking wet with precome, biting down on Jensen's shoulder when he hears him whimper. "Did he fuck you like this, Jen?" He growls, slamming hard into Jensen to make his point. "Or did he want to see your face when he made you come?"
"Goddammit Jeff," Jensen groans and Jeff can feel the ring of muscles inside Jensen's ass tighten around him, pulling him deeper, and has to fight not to come. "He wanted to look at me. I rode him, okay?"
"Oh Jesus," Jeff groans low, almost inhuman, grips Jensen's hips so tight he can feel the ridges of tendon and muscle beneath his finger tip, pounds into Jensen once, twice, and on the third time throws his head back in a loud, guttural grunt, stroking Jensen's cock hard and fast, feels Jensen's muscles tighten, milking every last drop out of him when he comes.
Jeff smacks Jensen on the ass when he looks back and smirks at him, cocksure and ready to run off at the mouth like usual.
"You...can't just say stuff like that," Jeff explains, cuffing Jensen playfully on the back of the head before pulling out, dropping the condom into the small wastebasket in the kitchen. "M'not quite as young as you and Jared, if you hadn't noticed."
Jensen just grins, shrugs as he pulls his jeans and boxers back up and searches for his belt. "About Jared," He says as he fits the brown leather belt through the loops in his denims. Jeff looks up and for a moment they communicate solely with their eyebrows.
"I thought you'd never ask," He says, already hard at the thought of those two boys, his boys. He walks out of Jensen's trailer with a grin the size of Texas on his face. He is one lucky son of a bitch.
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Date: 2008-02-17 09:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-17 10:30 pm (UTC)