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withimpunityTitle: Kiss Me On My Salty Lips
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: ADULT
Words: 2456
Summary: He's pretty sure Jensen's breaking at least six Canadian laws with those lips right now, but he just. doesn't. care.
A/n: No harm intended. This is not based on true events. This is fiction. FIK-SHUN.
So, sometimes when Jared's in the shower, or he can't sleep at night, or he's got ten extra minutes to kill while Jensen's filming, or when he's driving down the road, he jerks off thinking about Jensen's mouth. Whatever. Its not like he can help it and he's pretty sure Jensen's lips are so fucking pretty and so fucking girly, that it doesn't make him the least bit gay. Because Jensen's mouth is like, grade-A, free range, goddamn perfect for sucking dick. His bottom lip is all full and plump and they're always so pink and glossy because Jensen's has this bad habit of licking them when he's nervous, or when he's prepping for a scene and they're going over their lines and Jared has to say, "Douchebag, quit it," and dig the chapstick out of his pocket because Jensen can't ever keep up with his own.
Jared doesn't think it makes him gay because its not like he's thinking about fucking Jensen or anything. He's not thinking about touching Jensen's dick or sucking him off or anything like that. He's just thinking about those lips, all red and swollen, and they could belong to anybody, Jared doesn't care, just as long as he's watching his cock slip-slide in and out of them. He almost loses it right there on the set, standing off to the side watching Jensen do a scene with one of the guest stars. He has no idea what Jensen's lines are, he's just watching his mouth move. Jensen licks his lips five times in the span of two sentences. His lips are shiny red and his bottom lip almost looks fat. They're probably sore from licking them so frequently and chewing on the inside of them, but Jared's almost tempted to hide Jensen's chapstick from him; they look that fucking gorgeous. So yeah.
Whatever.
"Dude, what the hell are you staring at?" Jensen asks one night when they're supposed to be playing Call of Duty on Xbox Live with Chad, but they keep losing like bitches because Jared apparently is fucking staring at him. "I got dog drool in my hair, what?"
"Don't take this the wrong way," Jared says, teeth pulling at his bottom lip. "But dude, has anyone ever told you that you've got some serious dick sucking lips?"
Jensen's freckles turn pink for just a second, along with the rest of his face, then he's throwing a cushion at Jared and Jared's xbox controller goes flying across the floor and then Sadie and Harley are all riled up, running under Jared's feet and pawing at Jensen's crotch, and they pretty much forget Jared ever said anything.
Jared can't remember the last time he came without thinking about Jensen's mouth and well, its kind of starting to get to him. Only probably not in the way it should get to him. He jerks off in the shower, back against the tile, one hand fisting his cock, the other one rolling his balls around the way he likes. He thinks about pushing his cock past the tightness of those full, red lips, fucking his own fist the same way he'd fuck Jensen's hot mouth, quick and rough and desperate, imagines the sounds Jensen would make, mouth all stretched around his cock, gagging on it and-
Whoa. Since when does he think about what kind of sounds Jensen would make when he does this? Usually its just a quick jerk and a flash in his head of those juicey pink lips of his, and that's all it takes to do the trick. Jared blinks the water out of his eyes and takes a deep breath, pushing it down as a fluke, and starts fucking into his hand again. As soon as his eyes fall shut, something flashes behind them. It's not full, pouty lips this time -- its green eyes with little hazel flakes around the edges. A hoarse shout rises out of Jared's thoat suddenly and he comes so hard he gets a little of it on the shower curtain, then has to sit down on the edge of the tub for a minute so he doesn't pass out.
Fuck, he thinks, I'm fucked.
Eric's a slave driver and they work like hell, so that's something, at least. Jared keeps busy with learning his lines and forces himself to look away when he and Jensen are rehearsing together. He tries so hard not to stare at Jensen, that Jensen notices something is going on. Of course he does, they're practically conjoined twins. They do everything together. Hell, Jared even gets off to fantasizing about fucking Jensen's great, porno star mouth. Hopefully that's one thing Jensen doesn't know about him.
When they aren't working is when its more difficult for Jared. One warm Sunday afternoon Jensen opens the freezer and there's popsicles in there -- Jared doesn't remember them buying popsicles, so it must have been Cliff. He'll have to remember to smother Cliff in his sleep later; he writes a reminder on a post-it. To Do: Murder Cliff in Sleep. Or they'll be working out in the gym and Jared will be spotting Jensen, nearly dropping the weight on top of Jensen's chest because he's too busy staring at shape of his mouth and the little grunting sound he makes for each rep.
"Dude." Jensen says, wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. "What's up with you? Seriously. You've been fucking weird all week."
"Its my time of the month," Jared smirks, knocking Jensen out of the way so he can lay back on the bench. "Now get your bitch ass over here and spot me."
After an hour and a half of getting sweaty with Jensen, watching him lick salty sweat from his lips and having to listen and commit to memory every little breathy grunt he makes, Jared decides he has to get seriously tore up before he goes insane.
"What are we celebrating?" Jensen asks as Jared lines ten or so shot glasses up on the bar and fills them all with the good Tequila.
"Being so pretty," Jared grins and knocks back the first shot of many.
Sixty-minutes later, Jared's laid out on the couch, one arm flopped over the back of it, the other dangling over the side. Jensen's sitting on the floor in front of him, back pressed up against the couch cushion, and every now and then Jared's fingers brush across his knee or the outside of his thigh.
"Your turn, Jay." Jensen says and Jared's completely forgotten about the hand of cards spread out over his belly.
"Um," He says, picking them up, eyeing the numbers on them blearily. "What game we playin' again?"
Jensen laughs and his head rolls back against Jared's thigh. He turns it to the side and looks at Jared who's also laughing, and he throws his cards in Jared's face.
"Butthole," Jared slurs, sticking his tongue out, and Jensen laughs even harder.
"Dude," he says, cheek still resting on Jared's denim covered thigh. "We are like, sooo drunk. We're like, wasted. Probably."
"Probably," Jared nods astutely. At least he thinks its astutely.
Then Jensen's sitting up and there's a warm spot on Jared's leg where his face was that feels all cold and empty now, but its okay because Jensen's turned around, kneeling on the carpet and his face is almost right in Jared's now.
"Can I ask you somethin?" He asks and Jared can smell the liquor when Jensen breathes in his face. He nods. "Why'd you say that 'bout my lips th'other day?"
Jared's drunk -- wasted, probably -- so its okay when he lifts his hand and rubs his thumb along Jensen's bottom lip, watching the soft skin drag against it. "Got really pretty lips, Jen." He murmurs, then Jensen's lips part and his thumb slips just a little, feeling the soft, wet flesh inside Jensen's bottom lip. "God."
"Jared?" Jensen is looking at him with this curious expression on his face, and his lips are moving around Jared's thumb when he speaks, and Jared is seriously - not probably- really drunk, because the next thing he does is grab Jensen's face and kiss him. He remembers to take his thumb out of his mouth first, luckily, but its still very clumsy and there's teeth banging together, and sloppy wet tongues that end up on their faces more than in each other's mouth.
"You kissed me." Jensen sits back on his knees and wipes the spit off of his face with his shirt sleeve. Seriously, its like worse than Harley. His lips are so fucking wet though, and kind of kiss-swollen, and so goddamn pretty Jared wants to shove his hand down his pants and jerk himself off with Jensen sitting right there, just staring at his fucking mouth. He doesn't realize that he's actually doing that until Jensen's face goes pink and his eyes drift below Jared's waist, watching the head of Jared's cock slip in and out of his tight fist.
Jared can't seem to stop though, is the problem. Part of him knows he should, but that doesn't seem to be the part that's in control of his motor functions at the moment. All he can think about is Jensen's lips and Jensen's mouth and those green, green eyes watching him touching himself, licking his lips as he gazes at Jared's cock like, like --
Then Jensen crawls up on the couch between Jared's legs and god, if he licks his lips one more time Jared's going to come every fucking where, but then Jensen's leaning over him, prying Jared's hand off of his dick, wrapping those heavenly, sinfully, motherfucking beautiful lips around him, and Jared thinks this must be what going mad feels like.
One of Jensen's hands is splayed out across his stomach, pushing his shirt up until he finds skin and the other is curled around his hip, short, manicured fingernails biting down to the bone. Jared's making some really embarrassing noises, but god he doesn't even fucking care. Jensen's mouth feels like, a million times better than he could ever imagine it feeling. It's hot and wet and soft as velvet and his lips, god fucking damn it, those lips of his. He's pretty sure Jensen's breaking at least six Canadian laws with those lips right now, but he just. doesn't. care.
When Jensen pulls off, there's this wet popping sound that makes Jared whimper and he's so scared Jensen's not going to finish, that's he going to back or run away or throw up on Jared's new couch, but then he says, "Not a girl, Jay. Fuck my mouth already," and Jared has like, no problem with that at all. He grabs on to what little hair he can twists his fingers around and his ass actually comes off of the couch the first time, a little too eager maybe, and he can feel Jensen's gag reflex flutter around him. Jensen doesn't stop though, even when Jared sees him blink tears out of his eyelashes. He encourages Jared by grabbing at his hips and making the hottest, wettest sounds Jared's ever heard as he bobs up and down on his dick. His teeth graze Jared's shaft lightly and Jared literally growls, yanking on Jensen's short, spikey hair, and watching his cock slip in and out of Jensen's slutty mouth.
"Uungh, good, so good," Jared's not even aware of what he's saying anymore as he rides Jensen's mouth, feeling Jensen's throat muscles relax to take him in deeper. "Knew it would be good, fucking knew it. Jensen, mmm..."
Then Jensen's doing this twisty move with his mouth, flicking his tongue across the slit at the same time, reaching between Jared's legs and rolling his balls in his palms, and Jared feels the knot in his stomach explode, digging his nails into Jensen's scalp as he comes. His dick is still twitching and spurting against Jensen's thigh when he crawls up Jared's body and kisses him, Jared's come on his tongue, the taste of him all over his mouth. Its so fucking hot Jared can barely remember how to live.
"JESUS." He breathes out when Jensen sits back on his knees and when he licks his lips, Jared's cock gives this feeble attempt at getting hard again. He gives it an A for effort.
"I've wanted to do that for like, ten years." Jensen says to him and Jared notices how dark his eyes are, almost completely black now, just a tiny green ring around them.
"You haven't known me ten years," Jared smiles sloppily, wrapping a large hand around Jensen's thigh.
"Whatever, a long time." Jensen waves his hand flippantly, like its not important. "Are you going to freak about this when we're throwing up most of our vital organs in the morning? Cause that would suck."
"Dude, I haven't been able to concentrate for three freaking weeks. I almost ran over a Kia 'cause I had my hand in my pants, jerking off to your damn mouth. Shouldn't have a mouth like that, Jensen. Not fucking fair."
Jensen grins and goddammit, the bastard licks his lips. Again. "S'my secret weapon."
"Yeah," Jared grins, tugging him down for more sloppy, come-flavored kisses. "Definitely," he licks inside his mouth. "Dangerous."
In the morning, Jensen stands inside Jared's door with a glass of water and some alka seltzer and few pieces of bacon on a napkin. "I sucked your cock last night and you came in my mouth." He says bluntly. Jared wonders whatever the fuck happened to 'good morning, sunshine.' "Are we going to have a problem?"
Jared's stomach flips over and his hands go all clammy, pre-emptive signs that he's going to throw up soon. Oddly enough, he really wants a piece of that bacon Jensen's got. He makes it into a standing position, adjusting himself in his boxers before he walks across the room to meet Jensen. "Don't know," he shrugs, stealing the bacon from him, stuffing a whole piece in his mouth. "Are you plannin' on doing it again?"
Jensen lifts an eyebrow at him. "Much as you'll let me."
"Then, no." Jared says, kissing him with bacon flavored morning breath. Jensen leans into it and kisses him like its the best fucking thing he's ever tasted. "I don't see us having a problem."
"That's good," Jensen murmurs, dragging his teeth along Jared's neck. "How about now? Now good for you?"
"Nngh," Jared says, stuffing another piece of bacon in his mouth as Jensen drops to his knees.
Jared still doesn't think he's gay though, not really. He doesn't want to fuck guys. He just wants Jensen.
So yeah.
Whatever. :)
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: ADULT
Words: 2456
Summary: He's pretty sure Jensen's breaking at least six Canadian laws with those lips right now, but he just. doesn't. care.
A/n: No harm intended. This is not based on true events. This is fiction. FIK-SHUN.
So, sometimes when Jared's in the shower, or he can't sleep at night, or he's got ten extra minutes to kill while Jensen's filming, or when he's driving down the road, he jerks off thinking about Jensen's mouth. Whatever. Its not like he can help it and he's pretty sure Jensen's lips are so fucking pretty and so fucking girly, that it doesn't make him the least bit gay. Because Jensen's mouth is like, grade-A, free range, goddamn perfect for sucking dick. His bottom lip is all full and plump and they're always so pink and glossy because Jensen's has this bad habit of licking them when he's nervous, or when he's prepping for a scene and they're going over their lines and Jared has to say, "Douchebag, quit it," and dig the chapstick out of his pocket because Jensen can't ever keep up with his own.
Jared doesn't think it makes him gay because its not like he's thinking about fucking Jensen or anything. He's not thinking about touching Jensen's dick or sucking him off or anything like that. He's just thinking about those lips, all red and swollen, and they could belong to anybody, Jared doesn't care, just as long as he's watching his cock slip-slide in and out of them. He almost loses it right there on the set, standing off to the side watching Jensen do a scene with one of the guest stars. He has no idea what Jensen's lines are, he's just watching his mouth move. Jensen licks his lips five times in the span of two sentences. His lips are shiny red and his bottom lip almost looks fat. They're probably sore from licking them so frequently and chewing on the inside of them, but Jared's almost tempted to hide Jensen's chapstick from him; they look that fucking gorgeous. So yeah.
Whatever.
"Dude, what the hell are you staring at?" Jensen asks one night when they're supposed to be playing Call of Duty on Xbox Live with Chad, but they keep losing like bitches because Jared apparently is fucking staring at him. "I got dog drool in my hair, what?"
"Don't take this the wrong way," Jared says, teeth pulling at his bottom lip. "But dude, has anyone ever told you that you've got some serious dick sucking lips?"
Jensen's freckles turn pink for just a second, along with the rest of his face, then he's throwing a cushion at Jared and Jared's xbox controller goes flying across the floor and then Sadie and Harley are all riled up, running under Jared's feet and pawing at Jensen's crotch, and they pretty much forget Jared ever said anything.
Jared can't remember the last time he came without thinking about Jensen's mouth and well, its kind of starting to get to him. Only probably not in the way it should get to him. He jerks off in the shower, back against the tile, one hand fisting his cock, the other one rolling his balls around the way he likes. He thinks about pushing his cock past the tightness of those full, red lips, fucking his own fist the same way he'd fuck Jensen's hot mouth, quick and rough and desperate, imagines the sounds Jensen would make, mouth all stretched around his cock, gagging on it and-
Whoa. Since when does he think about what kind of sounds Jensen would make when he does this? Usually its just a quick jerk and a flash in his head of those juicey pink lips of his, and that's all it takes to do the trick. Jared blinks the water out of his eyes and takes a deep breath, pushing it down as a fluke, and starts fucking into his hand again. As soon as his eyes fall shut, something flashes behind them. It's not full, pouty lips this time -- its green eyes with little hazel flakes around the edges. A hoarse shout rises out of Jared's thoat suddenly and he comes so hard he gets a little of it on the shower curtain, then has to sit down on the edge of the tub for a minute so he doesn't pass out.
Fuck, he thinks, I'm fucked.
Eric's a slave driver and they work like hell, so that's something, at least. Jared keeps busy with learning his lines and forces himself to look away when he and Jensen are rehearsing together. He tries so hard not to stare at Jensen, that Jensen notices something is going on. Of course he does, they're practically conjoined twins. They do everything together. Hell, Jared even gets off to fantasizing about fucking Jensen's great, porno star mouth. Hopefully that's one thing Jensen doesn't know about him.
When they aren't working is when its more difficult for Jared. One warm Sunday afternoon Jensen opens the freezer and there's popsicles in there -- Jared doesn't remember them buying popsicles, so it must have been Cliff. He'll have to remember to smother Cliff in his sleep later; he writes a reminder on a post-it. To Do: Murder Cliff in Sleep. Or they'll be working out in the gym and Jared will be spotting Jensen, nearly dropping the weight on top of Jensen's chest because he's too busy staring at shape of his mouth and the little grunting sound he makes for each rep.
"Dude." Jensen says, wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. "What's up with you? Seriously. You've been fucking weird all week."
"Its my time of the month," Jared smirks, knocking Jensen out of the way so he can lay back on the bench. "Now get your bitch ass over here and spot me."
After an hour and a half of getting sweaty with Jensen, watching him lick salty sweat from his lips and having to listen and commit to memory every little breathy grunt he makes, Jared decides he has to get seriously tore up before he goes insane.
"What are we celebrating?" Jensen asks as Jared lines ten or so shot glasses up on the bar and fills them all with the good Tequila.
"Being so pretty," Jared grins and knocks back the first shot of many.
Sixty-minutes later, Jared's laid out on the couch, one arm flopped over the back of it, the other dangling over the side. Jensen's sitting on the floor in front of him, back pressed up against the couch cushion, and every now and then Jared's fingers brush across his knee or the outside of his thigh.
"Your turn, Jay." Jensen says and Jared's completely forgotten about the hand of cards spread out over his belly.
"Um," He says, picking them up, eyeing the numbers on them blearily. "What game we playin' again?"
Jensen laughs and his head rolls back against Jared's thigh. He turns it to the side and looks at Jared who's also laughing, and he throws his cards in Jared's face.
"Butthole," Jared slurs, sticking his tongue out, and Jensen laughs even harder.
"Dude," he says, cheek still resting on Jared's denim covered thigh. "We are like, sooo drunk. We're like, wasted. Probably."
"Probably," Jared nods astutely. At least he thinks its astutely.
Then Jensen's sitting up and there's a warm spot on Jared's leg where his face was that feels all cold and empty now, but its okay because Jensen's turned around, kneeling on the carpet and his face is almost right in Jared's now.
"Can I ask you somethin?" He asks and Jared can smell the liquor when Jensen breathes in his face. He nods. "Why'd you say that 'bout my lips th'other day?"
Jared's drunk -- wasted, probably -- so its okay when he lifts his hand and rubs his thumb along Jensen's bottom lip, watching the soft skin drag against it. "Got really pretty lips, Jen." He murmurs, then Jensen's lips part and his thumb slips just a little, feeling the soft, wet flesh inside Jensen's bottom lip. "God."
"Jared?" Jensen is looking at him with this curious expression on his face, and his lips are moving around Jared's thumb when he speaks, and Jared is seriously - not probably- really drunk, because the next thing he does is grab Jensen's face and kiss him. He remembers to take his thumb out of his mouth first, luckily, but its still very clumsy and there's teeth banging together, and sloppy wet tongues that end up on their faces more than in each other's mouth.
"You kissed me." Jensen sits back on his knees and wipes the spit off of his face with his shirt sleeve. Seriously, its like worse than Harley. His lips are so fucking wet though, and kind of kiss-swollen, and so goddamn pretty Jared wants to shove his hand down his pants and jerk himself off with Jensen sitting right there, just staring at his fucking mouth. He doesn't realize that he's actually doing that until Jensen's face goes pink and his eyes drift below Jared's waist, watching the head of Jared's cock slip in and out of his tight fist.
Jared can't seem to stop though, is the problem. Part of him knows he should, but that doesn't seem to be the part that's in control of his motor functions at the moment. All he can think about is Jensen's lips and Jensen's mouth and those green, green eyes watching him touching himself, licking his lips as he gazes at Jared's cock like, like --
Then Jensen crawls up on the couch between Jared's legs and god, if he licks his lips one more time Jared's going to come every fucking where, but then Jensen's leaning over him, prying Jared's hand off of his dick, wrapping those heavenly, sinfully, motherfucking beautiful lips around him, and Jared thinks this must be what going mad feels like.
One of Jensen's hands is splayed out across his stomach, pushing his shirt up until he finds skin and the other is curled around his hip, short, manicured fingernails biting down to the bone. Jared's making some really embarrassing noises, but god he doesn't even fucking care. Jensen's mouth feels like, a million times better than he could ever imagine it feeling. It's hot and wet and soft as velvet and his lips, god fucking damn it, those lips of his. He's pretty sure Jensen's breaking at least six Canadian laws with those lips right now, but he just. doesn't. care.
When Jensen pulls off, there's this wet popping sound that makes Jared whimper and he's so scared Jensen's not going to finish, that's he going to back or run away or throw up on Jared's new couch, but then he says, "Not a girl, Jay. Fuck my mouth already," and Jared has like, no problem with that at all. He grabs on to what little hair he can twists his fingers around and his ass actually comes off of the couch the first time, a little too eager maybe, and he can feel Jensen's gag reflex flutter around him. Jensen doesn't stop though, even when Jared sees him blink tears out of his eyelashes. He encourages Jared by grabbing at his hips and making the hottest, wettest sounds Jared's ever heard as he bobs up and down on his dick. His teeth graze Jared's shaft lightly and Jared literally growls, yanking on Jensen's short, spikey hair, and watching his cock slip in and out of Jensen's slutty mouth.
"Uungh, good, so good," Jared's not even aware of what he's saying anymore as he rides Jensen's mouth, feeling Jensen's throat muscles relax to take him in deeper. "Knew it would be good, fucking knew it. Jensen, mmm..."
Then Jensen's doing this twisty move with his mouth, flicking his tongue across the slit at the same time, reaching between Jared's legs and rolling his balls in his palms, and Jared feels the knot in his stomach explode, digging his nails into Jensen's scalp as he comes. His dick is still twitching and spurting against Jensen's thigh when he crawls up Jared's body and kisses him, Jared's come on his tongue, the taste of him all over his mouth. Its so fucking hot Jared can barely remember how to live.
"JESUS." He breathes out when Jensen sits back on his knees and when he licks his lips, Jared's cock gives this feeble attempt at getting hard again. He gives it an A for effort.
"I've wanted to do that for like, ten years." Jensen says to him and Jared notices how dark his eyes are, almost completely black now, just a tiny green ring around them.
"You haven't known me ten years," Jared smiles sloppily, wrapping a large hand around Jensen's thigh.
"Whatever, a long time." Jensen waves his hand flippantly, like its not important. "Are you going to freak about this when we're throwing up most of our vital organs in the morning? Cause that would suck."
"Dude, I haven't been able to concentrate for three freaking weeks. I almost ran over a Kia 'cause I had my hand in my pants, jerking off to your damn mouth. Shouldn't have a mouth like that, Jensen. Not fucking fair."
Jensen grins and goddammit, the bastard licks his lips. Again. "S'my secret weapon."
"Yeah," Jared grins, tugging him down for more sloppy, come-flavored kisses. "Definitely," he licks inside his mouth. "Dangerous."
In the morning, Jensen stands inside Jared's door with a glass of water and some alka seltzer and few pieces of bacon on a napkin. "I sucked your cock last night and you came in my mouth." He says bluntly. Jared wonders whatever the fuck happened to 'good morning, sunshine.' "Are we going to have a problem?"
Jared's stomach flips over and his hands go all clammy, pre-emptive signs that he's going to throw up soon. Oddly enough, he really wants a piece of that bacon Jensen's got. He makes it into a standing position, adjusting himself in his boxers before he walks across the room to meet Jensen. "Don't know," he shrugs, stealing the bacon from him, stuffing a whole piece in his mouth. "Are you plannin' on doing it again?"
Jensen lifts an eyebrow at him. "Much as you'll let me."
"Then, no." Jared says, kissing him with bacon flavored morning breath. Jensen leans into it and kisses him like its the best fucking thing he's ever tasted. "I don't see us having a problem."
"That's good," Jensen murmurs, dragging his teeth along Jared's neck. "How about now? Now good for you?"
"Nngh," Jared says, stuffing another piece of bacon in his mouth as Jensen drops to his knees.
Jared still doesn't think he's gay though, not really. He doesn't want to fuck guys. He just wants Jensen.
So yeah.
Whatever. :)
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Date: 2008-11-18 12:07 pm (UTC)And hey, finally I've come around reading J2 fics of yours, better late than never!
Whatever. Its not like he can help it and he's pretty sure Jensen's lips are so fucking pretty and so fucking girly, that it doesn't make him the least bit gay.
AND I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR JARED ALREADY.
And then the dialogue - my time of the month, being so pretty...and then ADORABLE HOT DRUNKNESS, and finger in mouth (ery dies, because that's one of her hugest kinks ever ever ever) and and Jared thinks this must be what going mad feels like.
JOSS REFERENCE FTW AND THEN
"Not a girl, Jay. Fuck my mouth already,"
AND THE BEST BLOWJOB EVER GETS WRITTEN.
And then more brilliant dialogue! AND I LOVE THE ENDING. The word whatever is the best word ever. And, just, just <3
GUH.
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Date: 2008-11-18 11:23 pm (UTC)Joss reference - that just sounds like something Jared would say!! lol
AND THE BEST BLOWJOB EVER GETS WRITTEN. AHHHH! Thank you, bb! I hate writing blowjobs, but Jensen's mouth inspired me. :p
ILU ERY!!!
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Date: 2008-11-18 09:05 pm (UTC)YES. THANK YOU. THAT WILL DO JUST FINE.
Good God, the image of Jared reaching into his pants, just whipping it out for Jensen is frnwoalkjfqsxicpnjhaopiqe. Very nice.
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Date: 2008-11-18 10:03 pm (UTC)Randomly enough, I started work on a vid to Mouth today during the much-feared downtime! You've inspired me to continue! :D
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Date: 2008-11-19 12:58 am (UTC)LOL, loved this line.
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Date: 2008-11-19 08:55 am (UTC)You ROCKS...
Hot Funny and nice.
What a thing to begin the day with.
<3
Kisses
San
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Date: 2008-11-19 07:13 pm (UTC)asndnfsjngfflng!
*guuuuhs*
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Date: 2008-11-19 07:19 pm (UTC)I loved it all ;-)
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Date: 2009-02-09 10:10 pm (UTC)Also loved the bacon :) your Jensen is adorable.
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