![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
FIC: Never Knew ('Til I Met You) (rps, J2, NC-17)
Title: Never Knew (‘Til I Met You)
Author: Audra Rose
Words: 1850
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Notes: Porn, yay! Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
j2_otpathon Big beta kisses to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
destina, pro_f_iler and sori1773, and with love to Lindsay and Wendy for running the challenge. My prompts were: j2, first time, against the wall.
Summary: j2. first time. against the wall. heh.
Jared closes the door to Kim’s office and turns around, right into Jensen’s glare.
“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re still pissed.” Jared tries out a smile to go with the reasonable tone, but it loses something when he ends up talking to Jensen’s back.
Jared sighs. For a second, he considers dicking around for awhile and letting Jensen walk out ahead of him, but the shoot was hell and then their meeting ran late, and now almost everybody’s already gone. He wants to get out of there just as much as Jen does, so he follows him through the unlit hallway.
“Nine o’clock. It’s fucking dark out,” Jensen says.
Or at least, that’s what Jared thinks he says. Something like that. It’s low and irritated and muttered under his breath, like Jared isn’t walking right next to him and can hear every word.
Jared thinks he’d rather have the silent treatment. This is more like the pretend-I’m-talking-to-myself-but-I’m-really-just-trying-to-piss-you-off treatment, and hey – it’s working.
“Stop bitching, already. I said I was sorry.” Jen’s walking really fast, and Jared actually has to lengthen his stride to keep up. “Like it’s such a big fucking deal, anyway. You got somewhere to be or something?”
Jen looks at him, and wow, that look is really cold. “No. Do you?”
Snapped out hard and short, and that just doesn’t make sense, because if Jen’s so pissed off at how late they finished, what does he care what Jared has going on? And yeah, maybe it’s Jared’s fault … well, okay, it’s definitely Jared’s fault that they had to shoot so late, but come on, it’s not like he cracks up on camera like that all the time.
Just a few times ever, now that he thinks about it, and usually Jen’s right there acting like an ass with him, so why is Jensen so pissy? It happens. She was cute, that’s all; she had a cute laugh and a seriously hot body and every time he tried to say a line her eyebrows would twitch and her nose would wrinkle like any second she was going to lose it, and it was just funny.
Only apparently Jen hadn’t thought it was funny. Not even a little; he just stood there, looking more and more irritated the longer it went on, not even cracking a smile.
Like he takes their job so much more seriously than Jared does.
Like now that he’s in independent film, playing second lead, punk-goth-comic relief he’s above joking around, and Jared thinks that’s pretty irritating right there. If he’s honest with himself, that was what made Jared keep going, what made him want to see how far he could push it. Push Jen.
God, he can be such a fucking pretentious bastard sometimes.
The hallway past the soundstage is too narrow for both of them to walk together; broad shoulders and swinging gaits and Jesus, Jensen’s gigantic ego just fill the space right up, so of course, he bumps Jen’s arm. Completely by mistake, totally unintended, obviously, but the bump he gets back has got some -- force behind it.
Well, fuck if he’s going to be a pussy and ignore it. He bumps back. Almost a shove. Not quite.
But then Jensen’s shoulder is colliding with his arm and that is definitely a shove, no question. There’s a flare of anger in the center of his chest and Jared’s moving before he really thinks about it.
Maybe it starts out as just giving some of it back, but somehow he just keeps going and Jen’s shoulders and head collide hard with the wall – just a little harder than Jared intends. He can hear Jen’s heels hit the baseboard and feel Jen’s surprised whoosh of exhaled breath beneath his hands where he’s pushing at Jen’s chest. Jen reaches up and grabs his shoulders, hard.
“What the hell is your problem?” He’s feeling a little stunned at what he’s done, but he growls it into Jensen’s face, anyway, up close and personal, so he can’t be ignored.
A split-second of shock, green eyes going wide, but then Jen’s face goes blank; superior and perfect, like Jen’s the mannequin he could model for. And goddammit, Jared could hit him, actually hit him, except –
Except –
Jen’s hands are shaking. Jen’s shaking, a fine tremor right below the surface that goes through Jared, too; it shocks him, throws him, makes his heart trip and stumble.
“Hey… look, I’m sorry. Fuck.” He stutters it out, loosens his grip on Jen’s shirt. “This is stupid.”
But then Jen’s surging forward until the back of Jared’s head cracks into the opposite wall, and he’s got Jen’s hands on his chest and Jen’s face right up in his, aggressive and furious and shit, now Jared’s got no choice. He going to have to throw a punch, and that really sucks, but he never gets that far because suddenly Jensen is using all that adrenalin to kiss him.
Jesus.
It’s off-center and punishing, leaving bruises he’s going to feel later, but it’s also sending a straight shot of lightning directly to his cock. And fucking hell, Jared’s not sure he can think, not sure he can breathe, because Jensen feels incredible, hot and hard in all the important places. He smells amazing, like Dior Homme and lemon astringent from the make-up trailer; tastes like something Jared wants to drink, wants to freaking drown in.
More, he thinks, a little desperately, when Jen pulls back. He’s blindly trying to chase down that amazing mouth again, but Jen is shaking his head, moving back a little, like he’s trying to get a grip.
“Fuck.” Muttered, and Jared’s not sure which one of them Jen’s talking to. “I’m usually better at this.”
Better?
If that’s true, Jared might need a paramedic. But Jensen’s looking up at him, freckles and cheekbones and dark eyes, licking his lips where Jared made them red. Let me do that for you, he’s about to say, when Jensen slides one hand up into his hair and curves the other around Jared’s hip, hooking his fingers over the waistband of Jared’s jeans.
“I’m gonna kiss you again.” Very serious, like this is a project Jensen plans to ace.
“Okay.” That’s really the only answer he can give, other than just leaning into it, making it his kiss, too, making Jen lose a little more of that control he’s trying so hard to find.
It’s good like falling is, right before you hit the ground, and the kiss stays rough and messy. Jen’s mouth goes to Jared’s cheek and his jaw and to places on Jared’s neck that he didn’t know would make his brain short out, so Jared doesn’t even really notice that Jen’s got his shirt unbuttoned. He doesn’t notice until it’s sliding down his shoulders, stopped by the stupid, buttoned cuffs and getting tangled around his wrists. Can’t shake it free, and he’s briefly embarrassed, but would rather kiss Jensen than worry about it. He reaches behind his back to pull at the cuffs.
Only Jen pushes him into the wall again, presses him there so he can’t move his arms.
Traps him.
Against the wall. With Jensen’s fingers tangling in his hair so he can get Jared’s mouth exactly where he wants it; with Jen’s other hand cupping him hard though his jeans, thumb stroking over the zipper in a maddening, rhythmic caress that makes him writhe.
“I can’t – I can’t --.”
He can’t believe he sounds so pathetic.
“You can’t what?” Jen’s looking at Jared’s mouth and smiling; taunting and gorgeous and evil. “So tell me…you gonna meet her, Jay?” The barely-there brush of Jen’s lips over his own is going to make him pass out. “You two make a date for later?” Softly teasing voice with flint behind it.
For a minute, Jared has absolutely no idea what Jen’s talking about. “Huh? Who?”
Jen moves back a little and looks in Jared’s eyes, now, like oh, come on, and then Jared remembers. The girl. The set. A date.
“Well, yeah, but not ‘til eleven --.” Cut off in a curse when Jen bites his shoulder, not gently, and squeezes his cock.
Too gently.
“Nope, no date, no date at all. No way.” He’s babbling, but how can he help it, when Jen’s smiling again and touching him.
“Good answer, Jay. Glad to hear it. No date.” He gets kisses as a reward for that, and Jared should probably say something, but he can feel Jensen opening his pants now, and fuck, opening his own, too. Jared tugs a little frantically at the shirt around his wrists, but the material’s like a rope, slick cloth that just won’t give, no matter how much he twists…
“Come on, Jen, you gotta let me touch you.” Begging whisper against Jen’s cheek, faint stubble against his lips that he decides to lick, and he really doesn’t care what he sounds like. He needs to touch Jen now.
“I have to let you?” Big hand moving over his cock, slow jack that’s shutting down important brain functions. “You know, I really don’t.” Said with a slow, impossible smile, a sliding shift closer, and then, oh, jesus, the soft, velvet brush of Jen’s cock over Jared’s stomach, tracing a damp trail.
Fuck it. Jared decides that Jensen is very, very wrong.
All it takes is one hard, final twist of his wrist, one pop of a button, sharp ping as it hits the floor. Then he’s watching Jen’s face go blank and his eyes fall shut when Jared slides his hand down between them and finds the place where their bodies are hot and damp and moving, where he can curl his fingers around Jen’s dick and make him helplessly start to fuck his hand.
“God, Jay…” murmured like it hurts, like Jensen can hardly take it, and that makes Jared crazy. He grabs at Jensen’s ass with his other hand, feeling smooth skin beneath the loose, open waistband of his jeans and his own shirt dangling idiotically from his wrist, but he’s got his fingers free enough to tease at the top of the cleft, and oh, fuck, not now, but sometime very, very soon --.
Jared pushes them together so they’re all mixed up; so it’s all mouths and hands and cocks and sex, and he strokes until he can feel Jen groan against his lips and pulse all over them both. Jen’s forehead is against his shoulder for just a second and then he looks up.
“No more dates, Jay,” Jen tells him, breathing hard, kissing him harder, twining their slick fingers together so they’re both making Jared come.
“Good,” Jared gasps. So fucking good.
End
Title taken from Pet Shop Boys’ Jealousy
Author: Audra Rose
Words: 1850
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Notes: Porn, yay! Written for the
j2_otpathon Big beta kisses to destina, pro_f_iler and sori1773, and with love to Lindsay and Wendy for running the challenge. My prompts were: j2, first time, against the wall.Summary: j2. first time. against the wall. heh.
Jared closes the door to Kim’s office and turns around, right into Jensen’s glare.
“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re still pissed.” Jared tries out a smile to go with the reasonable tone, but it loses something when he ends up talking to Jensen’s back.
Jared sighs. For a second, he considers dicking around for awhile and letting Jensen walk out ahead of him, but the shoot was hell and then their meeting ran late, and now almost everybody’s already gone. He wants to get out of there just as much as Jen does, so he follows him through the unlit hallway.
“Nine o’clock. It’s fucking dark out,” Jensen says.
Or at least, that’s what Jared thinks he says. Something like that. It’s low and irritated and muttered under his breath, like Jared isn’t walking right next to him and can hear every word.
Jared thinks he’d rather have the silent treatment. This is more like the pretend-I’m-talking-to-myself-but-I’m-really-just-trying-to-piss-you-off treatment, and hey – it’s working.
“Stop bitching, already. I said I was sorry.” Jen’s walking really fast, and Jared actually has to lengthen his stride to keep up. “Like it’s such a big fucking deal, anyway. You got somewhere to be or something?”
Jen looks at him, and wow, that look is really cold. “No. Do you?”
Snapped out hard and short, and that just doesn’t make sense, because if Jen’s so pissed off at how late they finished, what does he care what Jared has going on? And yeah, maybe it’s Jared’s fault … well, okay, it’s definitely Jared’s fault that they had to shoot so late, but come on, it’s not like he cracks up on camera like that all the time.
Just a few times ever, now that he thinks about it, and usually Jen’s right there acting like an ass with him, so why is Jensen so pissy? It happens. She was cute, that’s all; she had a cute laugh and a seriously hot body and every time he tried to say a line her eyebrows would twitch and her nose would wrinkle like any second she was going to lose it, and it was just funny.
Only apparently Jen hadn’t thought it was funny. Not even a little; he just stood there, looking more and more irritated the longer it went on, not even cracking a smile.
Like he takes their job so much more seriously than Jared does.
Like now that he’s in independent film, playing second lead, punk-goth-comic relief he’s above joking around, and Jared thinks that’s pretty irritating right there. If he’s honest with himself, that was what made Jared keep going, what made him want to see how far he could push it. Push Jen.
God, he can be such a fucking pretentious bastard sometimes.
The hallway past the soundstage is too narrow for both of them to walk together; broad shoulders and swinging gaits and Jesus, Jensen’s gigantic ego just fill the space right up, so of course, he bumps Jen’s arm. Completely by mistake, totally unintended, obviously, but the bump he gets back has got some -- force behind it.
Well, fuck if he’s going to be a pussy and ignore it. He bumps back. Almost a shove. Not quite.
But then Jensen’s shoulder is colliding with his arm and that is definitely a shove, no question. There’s a flare of anger in the center of his chest and Jared’s moving before he really thinks about it.
Maybe it starts out as just giving some of it back, but somehow he just keeps going and Jen’s shoulders and head collide hard with the wall – just a little harder than Jared intends. He can hear Jen’s heels hit the baseboard and feel Jen’s surprised whoosh of exhaled breath beneath his hands where he’s pushing at Jen’s chest. Jen reaches up and grabs his shoulders, hard.
“What the hell is your problem?” He’s feeling a little stunned at what he’s done, but he growls it into Jensen’s face, anyway, up close and personal, so he can’t be ignored.
A split-second of shock, green eyes going wide, but then Jen’s face goes blank; superior and perfect, like Jen’s the mannequin he could model for. And goddammit, Jared could hit him, actually hit him, except –
Except –
Jen’s hands are shaking. Jen’s shaking, a fine tremor right below the surface that goes through Jared, too; it shocks him, throws him, makes his heart trip and stumble.
“Hey… look, I’m sorry. Fuck.” He stutters it out, loosens his grip on Jen’s shirt. “This is stupid.”
But then Jen’s surging forward until the back of Jared’s head cracks into the opposite wall, and he’s got Jen’s hands on his chest and Jen’s face right up in his, aggressive and furious and shit, now Jared’s got no choice. He going to have to throw a punch, and that really sucks, but he never gets that far because suddenly Jensen is using all that adrenalin to kiss him.
Jesus.
It’s off-center and punishing, leaving bruises he’s going to feel later, but it’s also sending a straight shot of lightning directly to his cock. And fucking hell, Jared’s not sure he can think, not sure he can breathe, because Jensen feels incredible, hot and hard in all the important places. He smells amazing, like Dior Homme and lemon astringent from the make-up trailer; tastes like something Jared wants to drink, wants to freaking drown in.
More, he thinks, a little desperately, when Jen pulls back. He’s blindly trying to chase down that amazing mouth again, but Jen is shaking his head, moving back a little, like he’s trying to get a grip.
“Fuck.” Muttered, and Jared’s not sure which one of them Jen’s talking to. “I’m usually better at this.”
Better?
If that’s true, Jared might need a paramedic. But Jensen’s looking up at him, freckles and cheekbones and dark eyes, licking his lips where Jared made them red. Let me do that for you, he’s about to say, when Jensen slides one hand up into his hair and curves the other around Jared’s hip, hooking his fingers over the waistband of Jared’s jeans.
“I’m gonna kiss you again.” Very serious, like this is a project Jensen plans to ace.
“Okay.” That’s really the only answer he can give, other than just leaning into it, making it his kiss, too, making Jen lose a little more of that control he’s trying so hard to find.
It’s good like falling is, right before you hit the ground, and the kiss stays rough and messy. Jen’s mouth goes to Jared’s cheek and his jaw and to places on Jared’s neck that he didn’t know would make his brain short out, so Jared doesn’t even really notice that Jen’s got his shirt unbuttoned. He doesn’t notice until it’s sliding down his shoulders, stopped by the stupid, buttoned cuffs and getting tangled around his wrists. Can’t shake it free, and he’s briefly embarrassed, but would rather kiss Jensen than worry about it. He reaches behind his back to pull at the cuffs.
Only Jen pushes him into the wall again, presses him there so he can’t move his arms.
Traps him.
Against the wall. With Jensen’s fingers tangling in his hair so he can get Jared’s mouth exactly where he wants it; with Jen’s other hand cupping him hard though his jeans, thumb stroking over the zipper in a maddening, rhythmic caress that makes him writhe.
“I can’t – I can’t --.”
He can’t believe he sounds so pathetic.
“You can’t what?” Jen’s looking at Jared’s mouth and smiling; taunting and gorgeous and evil. “So tell me…you gonna meet her, Jay?” The barely-there brush of Jen’s lips over his own is going to make him pass out. “You two make a date for later?” Softly teasing voice with flint behind it.
For a minute, Jared has absolutely no idea what Jen’s talking about. “Huh? Who?”
Jen moves back a little and looks in Jared’s eyes, now, like oh, come on, and then Jared remembers. The girl. The set. A date.
“Well, yeah, but not ‘til eleven --.” Cut off in a curse when Jen bites his shoulder, not gently, and squeezes his cock.
Too gently.
“Nope, no date, no date at all. No way.” He’s babbling, but how can he help it, when Jen’s smiling again and touching him.
“Good answer, Jay. Glad to hear it. No date.” He gets kisses as a reward for that, and Jared should probably say something, but he can feel Jensen opening his pants now, and fuck, opening his own, too. Jared tugs a little frantically at the shirt around his wrists, but the material’s like a rope, slick cloth that just won’t give, no matter how much he twists…
“Come on, Jen, you gotta let me touch you.” Begging whisper against Jen’s cheek, faint stubble against his lips that he decides to lick, and he really doesn’t care what he sounds like. He needs to touch Jen now.
“I have to let you?” Big hand moving over his cock, slow jack that’s shutting down important brain functions. “You know, I really don’t.” Said with a slow, impossible smile, a sliding shift closer, and then, oh, jesus, the soft, velvet brush of Jen’s cock over Jared’s stomach, tracing a damp trail.
Fuck it. Jared decides that Jensen is very, very wrong.
All it takes is one hard, final twist of his wrist, one pop of a button, sharp ping as it hits the floor. Then he’s watching Jen’s face go blank and his eyes fall shut when Jared slides his hand down between them and finds the place where their bodies are hot and damp and moving, where he can curl his fingers around Jen’s dick and make him helplessly start to fuck his hand.
“God, Jay…” murmured like it hurts, like Jensen can hardly take it, and that makes Jared crazy. He grabs at Jensen’s ass with his other hand, feeling smooth skin beneath the loose, open waistband of his jeans and his own shirt dangling idiotically from his wrist, but he’s got his fingers free enough to tease at the top of the cleft, and oh, fuck, not now, but sometime very, very soon --.
Jared pushes them together so they’re all mixed up; so it’s all mouths and hands and cocks and sex, and he strokes until he can feel Jen groan against his lips and pulse all over them both. Jen’s forehead is against his shoulder for just a second and then he looks up.
“No more dates, Jay,” Jen tells him, breathing hard, kissing him harder, twining their slick fingers together so they’re both making Jared come.
“Good,” Jared gasps. So fucking good.
End
Title taken from Pet Shop Boys’ Jealousy