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CWrpf
JA/JP,
Adult, mild D/s
These were comment porn for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wendy, but if I don't post them here, I'll forget where I commented and it'll drive me crazy until I find them.
The first two are more of Enough.
The thing about this new ... whatever ... with Jensen is that Jared never has any idea what might happen. Some days, they shoot and hang out and go home and they might fuck, but they might just fall into bed to do it all over again the next day.
Other days, Jared is on his knees every chance they get, Jensen's cock down his throat, his fingers twisting hard in Jared's hair. Or Jensen's holding him against a wall, watching him jack off; telling him how fast, how hard. If Jared's really really good, Jensen will let him come and Jared loves watching Jensen's eyes darken when he does.
And then there are the days when Jensen bends Jared over the couch in his trailer and fingers him deep and rough, not stopping until the AD bangs on the door with the ten minute warning. If Jared can't come from that, he's SOL because Jensen won't touch him anywhere else.
No matter how strung out Jensen leaves him, how frustrated he gets sometime, Jared knows without question that Jensen needs it as much as he does. It might take a while, but it's always worth it in the end.
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Jared's fucking gorgeous like this: hands and knees, whimpering low and hurt every time the leather cracks across his ass and thighs. Jensen traces each mark before he fucks Jared, rubs over them again before he lets Jared come.
It's not until later, while he's smoothing cocoa butter into the welts, Jared almost vibrating under his hands, that he sees where he wasn't careful enough, where he broke the skin. Jared's quiet while Jensen finds the antibiotic cream, but when Jensen whispers an apology, he reaches back, pulls Jensen down with him.
"Sok, Jen," he slurs, half-asleep. "'Mfine, we're fine."
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And then, working off the prompt: Chris Kane teaching Jensen to play the guitar
Jensen doesn't really blame Chris for the attitude--he'd be pissy if he was in Chris's place, with one of Steve's old fuckbuddies showing up. Doesn't mean he's not giving as good as he gets though.
Steve being Steve, he just lets them figure shit out on their own.
Chris blows through one afternoon while Jensen's messing around with one of Steve's guitars. Jensen makes it through a couple of chords, stuff he's heard Steve working on, before he screws up. He eyes Chris, waits for the laughter, but Chris just picks up his own guitar.
"Like this," he says.
JA/JP,
Adult, mild D/s
These were comment porn for
wendy, but if I don't post them here, I'll forget where I commented and it'll drive me crazy until I find them. The first two are more of Enough.
The thing about this new ... whatever ... with Jensen is that Jared never has any idea what might happen. Some days, they shoot and hang out and go home and they might fuck, but they might just fall into bed to do it all over again the next day.
Other days, Jared is on his knees every chance they get, Jensen's cock down his throat, his fingers twisting hard in Jared's hair. Or Jensen's holding him against a wall, watching him jack off; telling him how fast, how hard. If Jared's really really good, Jensen will let him come and Jared loves watching Jensen's eyes darken when he does.
And then there are the days when Jensen bends Jared over the couch in his trailer and fingers him deep and rough, not stopping until the AD bangs on the door with the ten minute warning. If Jared can't come from that, he's SOL because Jensen won't touch him anywhere else.
No matter how strung out Jensen leaves him, how frustrated he gets sometime, Jared knows without question that Jensen needs it as much as he does. It might take a while, but it's always worth it in the end.
---
Jared's fucking gorgeous like this: hands and knees, whimpering low and hurt every time the leather cracks across his ass and thighs. Jensen traces each mark before he fucks Jared, rubs over them again before he lets Jared come.
It's not until later, while he's smoothing cocoa butter into the welts, Jared almost vibrating under his hands, that he sees where he wasn't careful enough, where he broke the skin. Jared's quiet while Jensen finds the antibiotic cream, but when Jensen whispers an apology, he reaches back, pulls Jensen down with him.
"Sok, Jen," he slurs, half-asleep. "'Mfine, we're fine."
---
---
And then, working off the prompt: Chris Kane teaching Jensen to play the guitar
Jensen doesn't really blame Chris for the attitude--he'd be pissy if he was in Chris's place, with one of Steve's old fuckbuddies showing up. Doesn't mean he's not giving as good as he gets though.
Steve being Steve, he just lets them figure shit out on their own.
Chris blows through one afternoon while Jensen's messing around with one of Steve's guitars. Jensen makes it through a couple of chords, stuff he's heard Steve working on, before he screws up. He eyes Chris, waits for the laughter, but Chris just picks up his own guitar.
"Like this," he says.