Twink!Jensen's first porno, co-starring Mr. JD Morgan :P
_______________________________ The first big difference is the lights. It’s just so damn bright on set; nothing like the soothing dimness of JD’s bedroom or the back of the bar where they met.
“You okay there, kiddo?” that rumbly voice pulls him back to the present, and Jensen grins as he looks at JD spread out on the prop bed, back against the headboard, one hand lazily stroking his dick.
Jensen hmmms a little and crawls over to him, stroking his hand lightly over one of JD’s fuzzy thighs. He licks his lips and gets ready to go for the gold, when another voice interrupts his forward momentum.
“Not yet, boys. Save it for the camera,” the director—Eric? Something like that—tells them with amusement in his voice. Jensen looks over at him and pouts. What fun is making porn if he can’t even suck a dick whenever he wants?
JD chuckles and brushes his free hand over Jensen’s hair fondly, tugging him up by the lips. “C’mere and give me a kiss instead.”
Jensen loves sucking cock like nothing else in the world, but kissing is almost as good, so he happily lets JD pull him up until their mouths are just barely touching. Jensen makes impatient little noises as he licks the seam of JD’s lips, but that just makes JD even more amused and he pulls back.
“C’mon, JD, let me,” Jensen pleads, not wanting to beg this early, but JD wouldn’t even fuck him up against the exposed brick in JD’s living room last night because “we don’t want that pretty skin marked up for your big day,” and Jensen has needs, alright?
“What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me, “ JD murmurs against Jensen’s mouth and Jensen uses that opening to slide his arms around JD’s neck, skinny body half-on and half-off of the man. Jensen can feel JD’s hand bumping up against him, as he continues to stroke himself hard.
Jensen lands little kitten licks to JD’s jawline, and breathes in cologne and testosterone. JD smells like man, and Jensen can’t get enough of it.
“Just wanna make you feel good,” Jensen whispers into JD’s ear, and the thump-thump of JD’s fist makes the heat in Jensen’s belly well up to dangerous levels.
“You’re already a pro there, Jen,” JD huffs a laugh, and Jensen smiles against the warm skin of his neck.
“Make them roll the camera already,” Jensen insists, voice soft and intimate, as he starts kissing down the line of hair on JD’s chest.
“Maybe one day when I’m the boss.”
Jensen’s cheek rubs against JD’s knuckles and he’s close enough now to breathe in the heady scent of his precome. “You’re always the boss, JD.”
JD laughs, but it’s rough. “Kid, I don’t think I’ve been the boss since the day I met you.”
Jensen looks up at him and bats his eyelashes as demurely as possible. JD’s eyes grow black with lust half-a-second before he rolls them at Jensen’s attempt at submissiveness.
Jensen grins and turns to director dude. Enough is enough already, damn.
Jensen Ackles is not a patient teenager.
“You better roll soon, because I’m going to suck this dick right now and I don’t really care whether or not you catch me doing it.”
Jensen closes his eyes when he gets his mouth around the crown, and moans just a little. Nothing better than the first taste.
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Date: 2012-08-08 09:49 pm (UTC)_______________________________
The first big difference is the lights. It’s just so damn bright on set; nothing like the soothing dimness of JD’s bedroom or the back of the bar where they met.
“You okay there, kiddo?” that rumbly voice pulls him back to the present, and Jensen grins as he looks at JD spread out on the prop bed, back against the headboard, one hand lazily stroking his dick.
Jensen hmmms a little and crawls over to him, stroking his hand lightly over one of JD’s fuzzy thighs. He licks his lips and gets ready to go for the gold, when another voice interrupts his forward momentum.
“Not yet, boys. Save it for the camera,” the director—Eric? Something like that—tells them with amusement in his voice.
Jensen looks over at him and pouts. What fun is making porn if he can’t even suck a dick whenever he wants?
JD chuckles and brushes his free hand over Jensen’s hair fondly, tugging him up by the lips. “C’mere and give me a kiss instead.”
Jensen loves sucking cock like nothing else in the world, but kissing is almost as good, so he happily lets JD pull him up until their mouths are just barely touching. Jensen makes impatient little noises as he licks the seam of JD’s lips, but that just makes JD even more amused and he pulls back.
“C’mon, JD, let me,” Jensen pleads, not wanting to beg this early, but JD wouldn’t even fuck him up against the exposed brick in JD’s living room last night because “we don’t want that pretty skin marked up for your big day,” and Jensen has needs, alright?
“What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me, “ JD murmurs against Jensen’s mouth and Jensen uses that opening to slide his arms around JD’s neck, skinny body half-on and half-off of the man. Jensen can feel JD’s hand bumping up against him, as he continues to stroke himself hard.
Jensen lands little kitten licks to JD’s jawline, and breathes in cologne and testosterone. JD smells like man, and Jensen can’t get enough of it.
“Just wanna make you feel good,” Jensen whispers into JD’s ear, and the thump-thump of JD’s fist makes the heat in Jensen’s belly well up to dangerous levels.
“You’re already a pro there, Jen,” JD huffs a laugh, and Jensen smiles against the warm skin of his neck.
“Make them roll the camera already,” Jensen insists, voice soft and intimate, as he starts kissing down the line of hair on JD’s chest.
“Maybe one day when I’m the boss.”
Jensen’s cheek rubs against JD’s knuckles and he’s close enough now to breathe in the heady scent of his precome. “You’re always the boss, JD.”
JD laughs, but it’s rough. “Kid, I don’t think I’ve been the boss since the day I met you.”
Jensen looks up at him and bats his eyelashes as demurely as possible. JD’s eyes grow black with lust half-a-second before he rolls them at Jensen’s attempt at submissiveness.
Jensen grins and turns to director dude. Enough is enough already, damn.
Jensen Ackles is not a patient teenager.
“You better roll soon, because I’m going to suck this dick right now and I don’t really care whether or not you catch me doing it.”
Jensen closes his eyes when he gets his mouth around the crown, and moans just a little. Nothing better than the first taste.
“Shit. Roll the fucking camera!”