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longsufferinglyme: mmm soaking wet Jared Padalecki
yessss
Becka: A+ Supernatural
me: I have never seen a fic about Jensen becoming overcome with lust after that, but there should be ten billion
Becka: mmmm
trufax
maybe I'll write one
me: I might too
Becka: good call
me: there cannot be too much
Becka: true
(For the record, conversations like this are why our apartment is the coolest place. Well, that and the life-size cardboard cutout of Nick Jonas.)
Anyway!
Shallow Waters Run Deep
J2, 1800 words, NC-17. JARED IS WET AND JENSEN IS LIKE MMM JARED AND JARED IS LIKE UNF. That is the entire plot of this fic.
Jensen loves his job, he really does. Yeah, the hours suck sometimes, and it's not like he's doing something deep and meaningful that's going to change the world--he's not even in the realm of Emmys here, let alone Oscars. But it's fun, and the crew is great, and if he's going to have to work fourteen hour days, he might as well work them with his best friend.
The problem comes in when Jensen forgets that Jared is just that, his friend. Jared is not, just for example, his boyfriend. And Jensen accepts that, he does. He loves having Jared for a best friend, they have a great time together, and if Jensen sometimes stares at him a little too long, that's his business.
But sometimes, just sometimes, his job makes it really fucking hard.
"Did they have to make it so chlorinated?" Jared asks, as Jensen gives him a hand out of the pool. The guest actress, Matreya, is already wrapped up in a towel, and everyone's making sure she isn't freezing to death or something, so Jensen is left to tend to a soaking wet Jared Padalecki all by himself. He might have spent way too long staring before he even realized Jared was having trouble getting himself out of the pool with his cast.
"Suck it up, princess," Jensen says, with more cheer than he feels. Jared's been bulking up this season, and it shows, and that is just--god, Jensen would totally subscribe to a porn site if all it offered was Jared Padalecki getting out of bodies of water. He now understands why his sister rewound that part of Pride and Prejudice where Colin Firth got out of the lake so much that the tape broke. "This is why you're first billed."
Jared laughs and shakes his head, droplets of water landing everywhere, including on Jensen.
"Guys," says a PA, rushing up. "We're actually going to wrap early for the day, so you can get changed and take off."
Jared grins, going to give Jensen a high-five before he remembers his hand's still busted, and he looks away with a nervous flush. "I hate this thing."
"That's what you get for being a badass," says Jensen, too cheerfully. Whenever he's feeling particularly--affected by Jared, he goes into Dean mode, all blustering overconfidence and sarcasm.
"Dude, shut up," says Jared, laughing. "Just for that, you're helping me change."
Jensen tries not to choke. It shouldn't be that hard, given there is nothing in his mouth, but it takes a lot of effort. "What?"
"I'm soaked and I've got this stupid cast on," says Jared, gesturing. "There is no way I'm getting out of these clothes on my own."
"I think I've seen a porno like this," Jensen jokes, trying not to look at Jared. The quip comes out strained, no surprise there.
Jared just looks interested. "Dude, you watch gay porn?"
"Shut up," Jensen mutters.
"Also, are broken hands a thing for some people?" Jared continues, as he opens up the door to his trailer. "Is it some weird fetish thing? Cuz, man, they are seriously not hot."
Jensen stands, frozen, before shaking himself and following Jared. Into his trailer. To help him get undressed.
Jared doesn't seem to notice, just keeps talking, and Jensen zones in when he hears, "Jerk off."
"Huh?" Jensen asks, sure he misheard.
Jared starts pulling up the hem of his shirt, but he really does seem to be having trouble. "I said, it's been ages since I could jerk off."
"Dude, too much information," says Jensen.
"Oh, whatever," Jared says, laughing. "Like you didn't know I jerked off. I figure you do too, just so you know. It's totally natural." His voice is teasing, but when he glances over his shoulder, his expression is anything but amused. "Come on, man," he says, low and, Jesus, kind of seductive. "You gonna help me out?"
Jensen licks his lips, feeling like he missed a page of the script here. "Jared--"
"Saw you looking," says Jared, turning away again. "I've seen you looking for a while, actually, but I didn't know how much of a thing you had for me when I was wet until they pulled that stupid prank in No Exit." And then Jared's turning back to him, coming over and pushing him up against the wall, and he's--Jesus, that is a lot of Jared all pressed up against him. "It was real nice of them to give me a chance to test the hypothesis."
"Dude, you're trying to get laid and you're talking about hypothesises? Seriously?" Jensen says weakly, but Jared leans in and nuzzles his neck, and it's kind of lost in a whimper.
"Hypotheses," Jared says, and somehow he makes it sound like the dirtiest thing he's ever heard. He bites Jensen's neck, and that's just it, Jensen is through standing there like a stiff board while Jared touches him.
Jensen growls and surges up, tangling his hands in Jared's wet hair and kissing him. Jared's mouth is cool and tastes like chlorine, and the groan he lets out when Jensen bites his lower lip is about the hottest thing Jensen has ever heard in his life.
Jensen hooks his fingers under Jared's shirt, pulling it up, and it really does snag on the cast. Jared laughs, a little breathless and unbelieving, when Jensen growls in frustration.
"You really are into me," he says, and Jensen can't believe he even tried this if he wasn't sure.
He can't believe Jared wasn't sure either. How could Jared think Jensen didn't want him.
"Man, have you seen you?" Jensen asks, getting the shirt off over the cast and staring. He's obviously see Jared shirtless before--even shirtless and wet--but he's never been able to look, not like this.
Jared laughs. "You're a little wet too, y'know," says Jared, gesturing to the front of Jensen's shirt. "Should get that off before you catch a cold."
"Holy shit, you have the worst lines of all time," says Jensen, laughing. "Hypotheses? Catching a cold? You are so lucky you're hot, man, because your pickup lines are for shit."
Jared grins, managing to insinuate his good hand between them and under Jensen's shirt. "I've got game," he teases. "But why would I waste it on you? You're a sure thing."
Jensen wants to point out that Jared wasn't sure, but he puts the energy into pulling off his own shirt. Jared's eyes rake over his skin, and he knows he doesn't have the definition Jared does, the six-pack abs and the cut pecs, but Jared's looking at him like he's the best thing he's ever seen, and it makes Jensen's whole heart heat up.
It's actually kind of embarrassing.
Jared presses in for another kiss, hot and frantic, and Jensen can feel the hard line of his dick, and it's making him fucking crazy.
"C'mon, c'mon," says Jared, tugging Jensen toward the couch by his hips.
"Seriously, how long's it been since you got laid?"
"Too fucking long," says Jared, pulling Jensen down on top of him. "And when I was, still sucked, because it wasn't you."
"Sap," says Jensen, hands flying to Jared's fly and unbuttoning, pulling the wet jeans off. Jared kicks, trying to help, but the fabric is clingy, and they both have to pull away and work together to get it off.
"I think wet sex is a lot hotter in theory," Jared says, laughing.
"So we'll be dry next time," says Jensen, pulling Jared's boxers off too and wrapping his hand around Jared's dick.
"Oh fuck," says Jared, arching up into Jensen's touch. "Shit, yeah, Jensen."
"You seriously haven't jerked off since you got your cast on?" asks Jensen. "Dude, I would have sucked it up and used my left."
"Sucks with my left," says Jared. He whimpers. "Shit, this is gonna be embarrassing. You gotta give me--fuck--gotta give me a pass. You have any idea how many wet dreams I've had about you since I got this fucking cast? It was like being in high school again."
"You talk too much," says Jensen, and leans down for another kiss.
Jared just whimpers against his mouth, pushing his dick into Jensen's hand. It's slick with precum, huge and hot and so fucking hard. Jensen finds the idea that his hand is the first one Jared's felt in weeks beyond hot, and he doesn't even care that Jared comes in about two minutes.
"So, everything's like high school, huh?" Jensen teases, stroking Jared through his orgasm.
"Oh my god, shut up," says Jared, laughing breathlessly. "That was such a letdown, I've been fantasizing about how I was gonna be--fucking perfect. Buy you dinner and treat you right and--"
"Jesus, I really don't care that you didn't buy me dinner first," says Jensen. He presses Jared deeper into the couch with another kiss.
Jared fumbles with Jensen's fly, fingers stumbling over the button but getting it undone and shoved down finally.
"Dude, if you can't jerk yourself off--" Jensen starts, but Jared grabs onto his ass and pulls him up, lining Jensen's dick up with his mouth. "Shit, are you gonna--"
Jared doesn't bother responding, just opens his mouth and takes Jensen in, drawing him in smooth and easy and Jensen groans.
Jared presses his tongue against the underside of Jensen's cock, and Jensen can't help thrusting, pushing in deeper, and he's got an apology on the tip of his tongue, but Jared just moans and opens up, pulling encouragingly on Jensen's ass, and Jensen gives up and just starts thrusting into Jared's mouth. Jared uses his tongue as best he can, getting Jensen's dick messy and sticky with spit.
And then, Jared brings his left hand around, gets his finger in next to Jensen's cock in his mouth, and brings it back to press against Jensen's asshole.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Jared," Jensen gasps, and just the hint of Jared inside him is enough to have him losing it, coming into Jared's mouth, and Jared just moans and takes it, swallows Jensen down, and it's amazing.
Jared pushes him off slowly, and Jensen settles down on Jared's lap, somewhat dazed.
"Guess I'm not the only one who's back in high school," he says smugly, voice wrecked from Jensen's dick.
"Gngh," says Jensen, collapsing onto Jared's chest. Apparently resolving sexual tension is exhausting.
"Dude, get off me," says Jared, laughing and poking Jensen in the side. "Seriously, I need to get up."
"Oh, yeah," says Jensen, peeling himself off awkwardly. "I can, uh--"
"You know, showering with this thing is kind of a bitch," says Jared, too casual. "If you wanted to help. I promise I'll be dripping wet the whole time."
Jensen lips his lips, looks down at Jared. He looks young and hopeful, and his cock is already hardening again. Not that Jensen is staring at his cock or anything.
"Yeah," says Jensen. "I can give you a hand."
Jared grins. "Dude, I was hoping for a little more than a hand this time," he teases.
Jensen tugs him up and into a kiss. "Yeah, that can be arranged."
yessss
Becka: A+ Supernatural
me: I have never seen a fic about Jensen becoming overcome with lust after that, but there should be ten billion
Becka: mmmm
trufax
maybe I'll write one
me: I might too
Becka: good call
me: there cannot be too much
Becka: true
(For the record, conversations like this are why our apartment is the coolest place. Well, that and the life-size cardboard cutout of Nick Jonas.)
Anyway!
Shallow Waters Run Deep
J2, 1800 words, NC-17. JARED IS WET AND JENSEN IS LIKE MMM JARED AND JARED IS LIKE UNF. That is the entire plot of this fic.
Jensen loves his job, he really does. Yeah, the hours suck sometimes, and it's not like he's doing something deep and meaningful that's going to change the world--he's not even in the realm of Emmys here, let alone Oscars. But it's fun, and the crew is great, and if he's going to have to work fourteen hour days, he might as well work them with his best friend.
The problem comes in when Jensen forgets that Jared is just that, his friend. Jared is not, just for example, his boyfriend. And Jensen accepts that, he does. He loves having Jared for a best friend, they have a great time together, and if Jensen sometimes stares at him a little too long, that's his business.
But sometimes, just sometimes, his job makes it really fucking hard.
"Did they have to make it so chlorinated?" Jared asks, as Jensen gives him a hand out of the pool. The guest actress, Matreya, is already wrapped up in a towel, and everyone's making sure she isn't freezing to death or something, so Jensen is left to tend to a soaking wet Jared Padalecki all by himself. He might have spent way too long staring before he even realized Jared was having trouble getting himself out of the pool with his cast.
"Suck it up, princess," Jensen says, with more cheer than he feels. Jared's been bulking up this season, and it shows, and that is just--god, Jensen would totally subscribe to a porn site if all it offered was Jared Padalecki getting out of bodies of water. He now understands why his sister rewound that part of Pride and Prejudice where Colin Firth got out of the lake so much that the tape broke. "This is why you're first billed."
Jared laughs and shakes his head, droplets of water landing everywhere, including on Jensen.
"Guys," says a PA, rushing up. "We're actually going to wrap early for the day, so you can get changed and take off."
Jared grins, going to give Jensen a high-five before he remembers his hand's still busted, and he looks away with a nervous flush. "I hate this thing."
"That's what you get for being a badass," says Jensen, too cheerfully. Whenever he's feeling particularly--affected by Jared, he goes into Dean mode, all blustering overconfidence and sarcasm.
"Dude, shut up," says Jared, laughing. "Just for that, you're helping me change."
Jensen tries not to choke. It shouldn't be that hard, given there is nothing in his mouth, but it takes a lot of effort. "What?"
"I'm soaked and I've got this stupid cast on," says Jared, gesturing. "There is no way I'm getting out of these clothes on my own."
"I think I've seen a porno like this," Jensen jokes, trying not to look at Jared. The quip comes out strained, no surprise there.
Jared just looks interested. "Dude, you watch gay porn?"
"Shut up," Jensen mutters.
"Also, are broken hands a thing for some people?" Jared continues, as he opens up the door to his trailer. "Is it some weird fetish thing? Cuz, man, they are seriously not hot."
Jensen stands, frozen, before shaking himself and following Jared. Into his trailer. To help him get undressed.
Jared doesn't seem to notice, just keeps talking, and Jensen zones in when he hears, "Jerk off."
"Huh?" Jensen asks, sure he misheard.
Jared starts pulling up the hem of his shirt, but he really does seem to be having trouble. "I said, it's been ages since I could jerk off."
"Dude, too much information," says Jensen.
"Oh, whatever," Jared says, laughing. "Like you didn't know I jerked off. I figure you do too, just so you know. It's totally natural." His voice is teasing, but when he glances over his shoulder, his expression is anything but amused. "Come on, man," he says, low and, Jesus, kind of seductive. "You gonna help me out?"
Jensen licks his lips, feeling like he missed a page of the script here. "Jared--"
"Saw you looking," says Jared, turning away again. "I've seen you looking for a while, actually, but I didn't know how much of a thing you had for me when I was wet until they pulled that stupid prank in No Exit." And then Jared's turning back to him, coming over and pushing him up against the wall, and he's--Jesus, that is a lot of Jared all pressed up against him. "It was real nice of them to give me a chance to test the hypothesis."
"Dude, you're trying to get laid and you're talking about hypothesises? Seriously?" Jensen says weakly, but Jared leans in and nuzzles his neck, and it's kind of lost in a whimper.
"Hypotheses," Jared says, and somehow he makes it sound like the dirtiest thing he's ever heard. He bites Jensen's neck, and that's just it, Jensen is through standing there like a stiff board while Jared touches him.
Jensen growls and surges up, tangling his hands in Jared's wet hair and kissing him. Jared's mouth is cool and tastes like chlorine, and the groan he lets out when Jensen bites his lower lip is about the hottest thing Jensen has ever heard in his life.
Jensen hooks his fingers under Jared's shirt, pulling it up, and it really does snag on the cast. Jared laughs, a little breathless and unbelieving, when Jensen growls in frustration.
"You really are into me," he says, and Jensen can't believe he even tried this if he wasn't sure.
He can't believe Jared wasn't sure either. How could Jared think Jensen didn't want him.
"Man, have you seen you?" Jensen asks, getting the shirt off over the cast and staring. He's obviously see Jared shirtless before--even shirtless and wet--but he's never been able to look, not like this.
Jared laughs. "You're a little wet too, y'know," says Jared, gesturing to the front of Jensen's shirt. "Should get that off before you catch a cold."
"Holy shit, you have the worst lines of all time," says Jensen, laughing. "Hypotheses? Catching a cold? You are so lucky you're hot, man, because your pickup lines are for shit."
Jared grins, managing to insinuate his good hand between them and under Jensen's shirt. "I've got game," he teases. "But why would I waste it on you? You're a sure thing."
Jensen wants to point out that Jared wasn't sure, but he puts the energy into pulling off his own shirt. Jared's eyes rake over his skin, and he knows he doesn't have the definition Jared does, the six-pack abs and the cut pecs, but Jared's looking at him like he's the best thing he's ever seen, and it makes Jensen's whole heart heat up.
It's actually kind of embarrassing.
Jared presses in for another kiss, hot and frantic, and Jensen can feel the hard line of his dick, and it's making him fucking crazy.
"C'mon, c'mon," says Jared, tugging Jensen toward the couch by his hips.
"Seriously, how long's it been since you got laid?"
"Too fucking long," says Jared, pulling Jensen down on top of him. "And when I was, still sucked, because it wasn't you."
"Sap," says Jensen, hands flying to Jared's fly and unbuttoning, pulling the wet jeans off. Jared kicks, trying to help, but the fabric is clingy, and they both have to pull away and work together to get it off.
"I think wet sex is a lot hotter in theory," Jared says, laughing.
"So we'll be dry next time," says Jensen, pulling Jared's boxers off too and wrapping his hand around Jared's dick.
"Oh fuck," says Jared, arching up into Jensen's touch. "Shit, yeah, Jensen."
"You seriously haven't jerked off since you got your cast on?" asks Jensen. "Dude, I would have sucked it up and used my left."
"Sucks with my left," says Jared. He whimpers. "Shit, this is gonna be embarrassing. You gotta give me--fuck--gotta give me a pass. You have any idea how many wet dreams I've had about you since I got this fucking cast? It was like being in high school again."
"You talk too much," says Jensen, and leans down for another kiss.
Jared just whimpers against his mouth, pushing his dick into Jensen's hand. It's slick with precum, huge and hot and so fucking hard. Jensen finds the idea that his hand is the first one Jared's felt in weeks beyond hot, and he doesn't even care that Jared comes in about two minutes.
"So, everything's like high school, huh?" Jensen teases, stroking Jared through his orgasm.
"Oh my god, shut up," says Jared, laughing breathlessly. "That was such a letdown, I've been fantasizing about how I was gonna be--fucking perfect. Buy you dinner and treat you right and--"
"Jesus, I really don't care that you didn't buy me dinner first," says Jensen. He presses Jared deeper into the couch with another kiss.
Jared fumbles with Jensen's fly, fingers stumbling over the button but getting it undone and shoved down finally.
"Dude, if you can't jerk yourself off--" Jensen starts, but Jared grabs onto his ass and pulls him up, lining Jensen's dick up with his mouth. "Shit, are you gonna--"
Jared doesn't bother responding, just opens his mouth and takes Jensen in, drawing him in smooth and easy and Jensen groans.
Jared presses his tongue against the underside of Jensen's cock, and Jensen can't help thrusting, pushing in deeper, and he's got an apology on the tip of his tongue, but Jared just moans and opens up, pulling encouragingly on Jensen's ass, and Jensen gives up and just starts thrusting into Jared's mouth. Jared uses his tongue as best he can, getting Jensen's dick messy and sticky with spit.
And then, Jared brings his left hand around, gets his finger in next to Jensen's cock in his mouth, and brings it back to press against Jensen's asshole.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Jared," Jensen gasps, and just the hint of Jared inside him is enough to have him losing it, coming into Jared's mouth, and Jared just moans and takes it, swallows Jensen down, and it's amazing.
Jared pushes him off slowly, and Jensen settles down on Jared's lap, somewhat dazed.
"Guess I'm not the only one who's back in high school," he says smugly, voice wrecked from Jensen's dick.
"Gngh," says Jensen, collapsing onto Jared's chest. Apparently resolving sexual tension is exhausting.
"Dude, get off me," says Jared, laughing and poking Jensen in the side. "Seriously, I need to get up."
"Oh, yeah," says Jensen, peeling himself off awkwardly. "I can, uh--"
"You know, showering with this thing is kind of a bitch," says Jared, too casual. "If you wanted to help. I promise I'll be dripping wet the whole time."
Jensen lips his lips, looks down at Jared. He looks young and hopeful, and his cock is already hardening again. Not that Jensen is staring at his cock or anything.
"Yeah," says Jensen. "I can give you a hand."
Jared grins. "Dude, I was hoping for a little more than a hand this time," he teases.
Jensen tugs him up and into a kiss. "Yeah, that can be arranged."
