“You need a pen name,” Jensen insists, wrapping his arms around Jared’s shoulders from behind and peering down onto the laptop balanced on his thighs.
Jared laughs and turns his head enough to land a quick kiss on Jensen’s neck. “I would only need one of those if I was actually planning on publishing it.”
“Why wouldn’t you publish it? I can talk to Misha for you,” Jensen offers, dropping little kisses along Jared’s temple. He’s never had this before, the freedom to openly love someone. The power of it still makes him heady sometimes.
Jared twists to look at him better, skeptical expression on his face. “You think Misha would want to help me get this stuff published? I mean, I just write this stuff for fun, to kill time when you are in your Nick St. James zone.”
“The news is telling me that ‘erotica’ is big right now, so why not? Add some whipping and you might even get a movie deal out of it,” Jensen suggests with a grin, and presses his mouth to Jared before he can finish guffawing.
They make out lazily for a few minutes, until they pull back, lips reddened and slick with spit. They press their foreheads together and just breathe. It’s been four months since Jared came and changed Jensen’s very existence. Neither of them remembered what life was like before.
“So!” Jared says, shaking his head, and looking back at the laptop. “I need a pen name to go along with my porn.”
“But it needs to be a female name.”
“Oh yes, no one knows the wonders of the prostate like a woman,” Jared replies with a grin.
“How about Joanna Beth Harvelle?” Jensen intones after thinking for a moment, waving his hand in the air for dramatic flourish.
“That sounds like the name of the matriarch of an oil ranch in Texas.”
“Meg Masters?”
“Sounds like someone from One Tree Hill.”
Jensen snickers, and swats Jared on the back of the head. “Shut up! Okay, so we need something sexier then.”
“I need a vixen name. Something that screams ‘you will read this porn and like it, dammit!’” Jared insists, looking contemplative.
“Bela.”
“Bela?”
“Yes, Bela Talbot.”
Jared thinks for a second and then grins wide and beautiful. “That is some classy shit right there, Jensen Ackles.”
“I wouldn’t let my man write kinky porn without a classy sheen.”
“Your man,” Jared murmurs, pausing and staring back at Jensen with soft, fond eyes.
Jensen feels his face heating up, the damn blush he still can’t help overwhelming him. He presses forward and add another kiss to Jared’s wide, warm mouth, just because he can.
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“You need a pen name,” Jensen insists, wrapping his arms around Jared’s shoulders from behind and peering down onto the laptop balanced on his thighs.
Jared laughs and turns his head enough to land a quick kiss on Jensen’s neck. “I would only need one of those if I was actually planning on publishing it.”
“Why wouldn’t you publish it? I can talk to Misha for you,” Jensen offers, dropping little kisses along Jared’s temple. He’s never had this before, the freedom to openly love someone. The power of it still makes him heady sometimes.
Jared twists to look at him better, skeptical expression on his face. “You think Misha would want to help me get this stuff published? I mean, I just write this stuff for fun, to kill time when you are in your Nick St. James zone.”
“The news is telling me that ‘erotica’ is big right now, so why not? Add some whipping and you might even get a movie deal out of it,” Jensen suggests with a grin, and presses his mouth to Jared before he can finish guffawing.
They make out lazily for a few minutes, until they pull back, lips reddened and slick with spit. They press their foreheads together and just breathe. It’s been four months since Jared came and changed Jensen’s very existence. Neither of them remembered what life was like before.
“So!” Jared says, shaking his head, and looking back at the laptop. “I need a pen name to go along with my porn.”
“But it needs to be a female name.”
“Oh yes, no one knows the wonders of the prostate like a woman,” Jared replies with a grin.
“How about Joanna Beth Harvelle?” Jensen intones after thinking for a moment, waving his hand in the air for dramatic flourish.
“That sounds like the name of the matriarch of an oil ranch in Texas.”
“Meg Masters?”
“Sounds like someone from One Tree Hill.”
Jensen snickers, and swats Jared on the back of the head. “Shut up! Okay, so we need something sexier then.”
“I need a vixen name. Something that screams ‘you will read this porn and like it, dammit!’” Jared insists, looking contemplative.
“Bela.”
“Bela?”
“Yes, Bela Talbot.”
Jared thinks for a second and then grins wide and beautiful. “That is some classy shit right there, Jensen Ackles.”
“I wouldn’t let my man write kinky porn without a classy sheen.”
“Your man,” Jared murmurs, pausing and staring back at Jensen with soft, fond eyes.
Jensen feels his face heating up, the damn blush he still can’t help overwhelming him. He presses forward and add another kiss to Jared’s wide, warm mouth, just because he can.
“Always, Jared. Always.”