Jared lifts Jensen up onto the table in Jensen’s dressing room, ignoring the protest. “Mmmhmm.”
“Seriously, Jared, you have to get hard on cue in like ten minutes,” Jensen murmurs, but he’s letting Jared press kisses to his bare collarbone, so Jared figures he’s not too put out by it.
“Let me worry about my dick,” Jared insists, smiling brightly before capturing Jensen’s mouth in deep kiss. Jensen makes a little squeak when Jared’s tongue breaks the seam of his mouth, and all it does is make Jared want to crawl up inside of him.
Jensen pulls back, head clunking onto the mirror behind him. “But I like worrying about your dick.”
“Is that right?” Jared grins, pulling Jensen’s hand down to palm Jared’s erection through his jeans.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Jensen replies, and his professionalism seems to be quickly going the way of Jared’s when he starts kneading Jared with his fingers. “God, just wanted to get my mouth on it last night. Can’t believe I didn’t get you naked.”
Jared groans. “Was trying to be a good date. Respectful, remember?”
Jensen’s grin turns feral as he starts biting down the side of Jared’s neck. “Oh yeah, good boys don’t put out until the third date, right? Isn’t that what Cosmo says?”
Jared licks down Jensen’s chest, latching onto a nipple. “Second date. Fuck the third date.”
“Don’t want to think that far ahead, huh?”
Jared pulls off of him and stares at Jensen. His stomach is uneasy suddenly, but the moment feels important. “I’ll think as far ahead as you’ll let me, Jen.”
Jensen’s hand stills where it’s pressed against Jared’s dick. His eyes flick over Jared’s face, like he’s trying to figure something out. Jared wishes he could read his mind, figure out if he just blew his chances with the guy of his dreams with one dumb fucking sentence.
“I don’t know how to do this,” Jensen says softly, his hand starting to rub again. He’s looking at Jared though, and the eye contact makes Jared feel better about the hesitation of Jensen’s reply.
Jared threads his hands in Jensen’s hair and holds their foreheads together as Jensen speeds up his ministrations. Jared feels his orgasm building, just from denim-dampened pressure and the green of Jensen’s eyes staring back at him. It’s like he’s fourteen again, staring into those eyes.
Jared comes in his jeans like a highschooler, and he can feel the blush that overwhelms him at how utterly mortifying that should be to a famous porn star.
Of course he doesn’t feel like a famous porn star right at the moment. He feels like a guy that is in impossible love with another guy. The fact that the other guy has absolutely no clue doesn’t matter much.
“Do you wanna try?” Jared finally replies, and he doesn’t know exactly what he’ll do if Jensen doesn’t.
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Date: 2012-08-15 04:15 pm (UTC)________________________________
“This is really fucking unprofessional.”
Jared lifts Jensen up onto the table in Jensen’s dressing room, ignoring the protest. “Mmmhmm.”
“Seriously, Jared, you have to get hard on cue in like ten minutes,” Jensen murmurs, but he’s letting Jared press kisses to his bare collarbone, so Jared figures he’s not too put out by it.
“Let me worry about my dick,” Jared insists, smiling brightly before capturing Jensen’s mouth in deep kiss. Jensen makes a little squeak when Jared’s tongue breaks the seam of his mouth, and all it does is make Jared want to crawl up inside of him.
Jensen pulls back, head clunking onto the mirror behind him. “But I like worrying about your dick.”
“Is that right?” Jared grins, pulling Jensen’s hand down to palm Jared’s erection through his jeans.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Jensen replies, and his professionalism seems to be quickly going the way of Jared’s when he starts kneading Jared with his fingers. “God, just wanted to get my mouth on it last night. Can’t believe I didn’t get you naked.”
Jared groans. “Was trying to be a good date. Respectful, remember?”
Jensen’s grin turns feral as he starts biting down the side of Jared’s neck. “Oh yeah, good boys don’t put out until the third date, right? Isn’t that what Cosmo says?”
Jared licks down Jensen’s chest, latching onto a nipple. “Second date. Fuck the third date.”
“Don’t want to think that far ahead, huh?”
Jared pulls off of him and stares at Jensen. His stomach is uneasy suddenly, but the moment feels important. “I’ll think as far ahead as you’ll let me, Jen.”
Jensen’s hand stills where it’s pressed against Jared’s dick. His eyes flick over Jared’s face, like he’s trying to figure something out. Jared wishes he could read his mind, figure out if he just blew his chances with the guy of his dreams with one dumb fucking sentence.
“I don’t know how to do this,” Jensen says softly, his hand starting to rub again. He’s looking at Jared though, and the eye contact makes Jared feel better about the hesitation of Jensen’s reply.
Jared threads his hands in Jensen’s hair and holds their foreheads together as Jensen speeds up his ministrations. Jared feels his orgasm building, just from denim-dampened pressure and the green of Jensen’s eyes staring back at him. It’s like he’s fourteen again, staring into those eyes.
Jared comes in his jeans like a highschooler, and he can feel the blush that overwhelms him at how utterly mortifying that should be to a famous porn star.
Of course he doesn’t feel like a famous porn star right at the moment. He feels like a guy that is in impossible love with another guy. The fact that the other guy has absolutely no clue doesn’t matter much.
“Do you wanna try?” Jared finally replies, and he doesn’t know exactly what he’ll do if Jensen doesn’t.
Jensen just kisses him, and for now, it’s enough.