Bearly a Prank War
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Title: Bearly a Prank War (Part 2 of 2)
Author: tigerstriped86
Fandom/Pairing: Supernatural; Jared/Jensen rpf
Rating: Mature (for teh sex, you surprised?)
Prompt:
tamingthemuse crushed, albatross around the neck, and September comical challenge
brigits_flame jff week 4: thirst
Disc.: I own nothing. This is Kripke's world, just borrowing his actors so they can let out their urges.
Author's Note: Roommate's gone for three days, lets party! Notice that part one is uploaded here as well, since I can't link it to ff.net anymore without most likely getting banned. I still think I deserve a banana sticker.
Summary: You know how Jared is good at pranking his co-stars? Well, lets just say that Jensen doesn't go quietly into that sweet goodnight. Perhaps the boys are ready to learn something about each other.
Part 1
Jensen murmured as a lusty haze subsided for blissful sleep with Jared snuggled into his side. They were entwined in a nice thread count Egyptian sheet and nothing more. “Thank you crushed pineapple.”
His mind was bubbling, trying to remember how they had gotten here. There had been a suggestion followed by a prank. Jensen's eyelids were heavy and Jared's rhythmic snoring was about to do him in. He swore that somewhere in the house, Harley was making those same noises. So, in order to fulfill both, Jensen tried to focus his dreaming on the events of the past three months.
It had been a Tuesday when this had all began, unusually cold for that time of year. The heater was broken in the makeup trailer, which the gals had declared was best for everyone's benefit. Jensen was in a less than perky mood while his nipples pointed straight out like tommy guns. He was being outfitted for blood wearing nothing but a tank top in a certain shot. It might have been good for the makeup but was completely freezing Dean Winchester.
Jared had strolled in, smiling and whistling to himself. He didn't have the decency to even complain about the cold. Jensen remembers that his hands were just full of stuff. Jared had simply shrugged. “Breakfast on the go.”
All Jensen could do was stare as Jared loaded them onto the tv tray next to his favorite artist's mirror. “What supermarket deli did you raid this morning?”
Jared leaned back in his chair a bit, yawning, as the process began for him. “Dogs kept me up half the night. Needed fuel.”
Jensen blinked, eyes looking over the array of treats in a variety of colors and bags. “You're gonna pay for this later.”
Jared shook his head. “Don't think so.”
Jensen raised his eyebrows. “Jared, man, don't. That's not right.”
Jared's hand froze. “What? You mean this?”
Jensen shook his head as much as could be allowed. “No, no, no, no, no! Don't do it. I'm warning you!”
Jared snorted through his nose. “Or what? You intend to stop me?”
Jensen opened his mouth and closed it even quicker. He was running out of retort juice. It was just too early.
Jared responded to the silence. “That's what I thought.” Victorious, Jared triumphantly dropped the small bag of Teddy Grahams in the crushed pineapple fruit cup and proceeded to eat with much relish and a plastic spoon.
Jensen merely stared in disbelief. “Dude, you're so fucking weird. Bears don't go with anything.”
Jared gave a wicked smile, which signaled that nothing good had begun working its way through his brain. “We'll see.”
Pan camera to three days later in the green screen Impala. Jensen's butt has gone past the tingling stage and his cheeks feel like they have an imprint of his incisors from how much he is clenching his jaw as Dean Winchester. Ten more minutes, he thinks to himself, pleading silently with Kripke to let him get it right this time.
“Okay, Jen. This time, we're gonna try the scene at midday. Just lower the visor as if you're about to rip it off its hinges and we'll add to the voice over later. Got that?”
Jensen nodded, wanting to say something witty like “Okay, chief.” But he's just too exhausted to come up with anything even remotely original. He silently curses Jared for having the day off when Kripke calls action.
Jensen goes to town on the visor, gripping it as though its the last life preserver on the Titanic and the damn thing has sprung a leak. It barely budges, but Jensen pries it down. A rain of Teddy Grahams breaks his concentration.
He sits there, blinking and letting his jaw relax, stunned. One by one, the crew bursts into laughter. Kripke sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and turns away from the crumby mess that's going to the be the driver's seat and Jensen's wardrobe.
“Jared!” Kripke and Ackles growl in unison.
Jensen needs a good venue for revenge, something that will haunt Jared. He needs to be a sneaky bastard. In short, he needs to enlist the help of Genevieve. He sets his watch and two days later, Jared's phone is spinning on the coffee table in his trailer while she is rifling through Google pics to upload as his wallpaper.
“Jesus Christ!”
“What is it?” Jensen perks up from where he had been sitting, slowly sinking and watching the spinning phone.
“Just...remind me never to solely use the word bears as a parameter on Google.”
Jensen smirks. “What'd you get as the results?”
Genevieve throws a hair band in Jensen's direction, missing him. “You're lucky I liked this plan or that would have been something hard.”
Jensen smiles, teasing her. “You mean something hard wouldn't have hit me?”
In the end, there are no good bear pictures to upload as his wallpaper. The best they can do while Genevieve is borrowing Jared's phone, innocent enough since she's done it once a week since her third appearance on the show, is to change his ring tone to Winnie the Pooh's “Little Black Raincloud” and give him a picture of wiener dogs dressed in hot dog suits. He has an unusual fear of wiener dogs.
Trouble is brewing. It takes a whole week before retaliation strikes and its a full on declaration of prank war. Jensen lets his guard down just enough to accept coffee during the readings early in the week, but he is still suspicious. There are no Teddy Grahams floating the coffee. It tastes exactly as Jensen likes it. He knows that he is doomed.
Afterwards, Jensen finds himself studying his co-star. Perhaps it is the scrutiny that first causes Jensen to notice the cleft in his collar bone when Jared laughs. Perhaps this is the first time Jensen notices the way he moves his hands when talking to Kripke. Perhaps this is the first time that Jensen has really seen Jared. He shakes the feeling away when the word handsome begins to creep into the study. Its not the first time he's thought that about a co-star and he doesn't want to start now.
Genevieve is the accomplice, on the lookout for suspicious comings or goings. She shrugs at Jensen as they meet and scene hop for the current episode. Its closer to twilight and not even makeup can hide the kind of bags Jensen is getting under his eyes. Its a night scene, spotlights precariously angled to mimic the moonlight and the light from outside the shack at Beaver's place.
This is a tense scene. Jared needs to walk over to the trunk in a righteous huff and grab the most bad ass weapon he can find to destroy the villain. Sam has been locked away in the shed for protection and Jensen is left to face the threat. On cue, Jared storms over the trusty Impala. The key turns mightily in the trunk. The lid lifts and the momentous occasion of finding the right weapon occurs. Jensen, blinks, stunned.
Jensen lifts a smiling teddy bear with a purple ribbon out of the trunk. Its the only thing left. Jensen isn't really angry at him. He expected this. In fact, it helps that it's happened and now he can breathe a little better with the ball in his court. But he still can't let Jared get away with this.
It's only when Jensen clenches his fists a bit and the bear squeaks that he hears the director bellow for Jared, as though he's still on set. “Padalecki!”
Genevieve watches him pace back and forth in his trailer. She is calm, checking her text messages. Jensen has been pacing for a good five minutes, working hard to think of some way to get Jared good.
“We have to get him. It has to be big! Maybe we could....no, no, that wouldn't work.” Jensen shakes his head and continues his tiny pacing routine.
She simply shakes her head in response. “You're going about this all wrong. You've got to just keep it simple. Those pranks usually work the best.”
“Well, come on. Help me think.”
Genevieve takes a sip of her Sprite on Jensen's table. “Well, calm down. Something will come to us.”
There is a knock on the door. She shakes her head as Jensen points, and then proceeds to head in that direction. A smirking Misha pushes his way into the room.
“You can thank me properly later.”
Gen's eyes light up. “Did you get it?”
Jensen furrows his brow, switching his gaze from Gen to Misha. “Get what?”
Misha forces the little silver object into Jensen's hand. “Like I said, you can thank me properly later.”
Jensen looks down at his hand, where there is now a little silver key. “This couldn't be....why would you?”
Misha stretches out next to Gen on the couch, snatching her Sprite for a sip. “Simple. He pranked me last week and I'm ready for revenge. Only, I don't want to leave any prints.”
Jensen cocks his head. “How many people know about this?”
Misha extends his arms. “Everybody. Everybody but Jared.”
The plan goes off without a hitch, which should get some prank war bonus points. A normal Saturday night for Jensen Ackles should be spent partying it up. Instead, he's walking around Jared's house with Harley and Sadie playfully nipping around his heels and Misha leading the way, still smirking. It dawns on Jensen that the house is truly an extension of Jared's personality. Its got a vibrancy to it, the kind where you might accuse the house of living if you didn't know any better.
Jensen's kitchen is nothing like Jared's. Jared has wood paneling mixed with steel and a nice island where Misha is currently chopping up some bell peppers for his fajitas dinner. House sitting while Jared is home for his mom's birthday weekend has its perks.
“You brought the stuff?”
Jensen holds up the grocery bags, impatient. He wants to pull the prank and get out before he gets caught. At least, he's pretty sure that's what all this is about.
It takes a good hour to perfect the set-up. Jensen wants to make sure that nothing is forgotten. When he opens the fridge door, Jensen gasps at Jared's fridge. It looks more or less like a cross between a Jack Lalaine juicer infomercial and something out of a George Foreman grill ad. He was ashamed to admit that he'd never been over to Jared's house before this. At least, not in such an intimate setting.
His heart pounds once he's done. This isn't his first prank, but this is the first one that could seriously piss Jared off. Jensen's not looking to do that so much as to just bring out his own dominance in this prank war, to show Padalecki that he is indeed a force to be reckoned with.
“Why are you so nervous?” Misha chuckles as he goes back to chopping the pepper. “Stay and have fajitas.”
Jensen shakes his head jerkily. “No. I should get going. I have...”
“Is this the first time you've pranked someone while they were out of town? Jesus, man, live a little.”
Jensen arches an eyebrow as he leans up against the counter. “It's not that.”
Misha shrugs. “Okay, then. But you'll be missing out on some excellent fajitas.”
Jensen decides that he just needs to relax and stays for a couple of fajitas. Three beers and a season of 24 later, he passes out on Jared's couch with ESPN blaring in the background.
The next time they have the makeup room together, Jensen is trying not to do his impression of a spastic, fiddling three year old. He fails miserably and gets a sharp tap to the back of head when he begins air drumming his chair with his fingertips. Jared enters shortly thereafter with a clear bag of gummi bears in his hand. He chews them slowly, thoughtfully.
“Hey Jen, how you've been?”
Jensen is perplexed by his calmness. “Fine. How was your mom's birthday bash?”
Jared sits after casually removing his jacket. “The ultimate mom birthday bash. Flaming bears jumping through hoops, strip-o-grams, ice cream. You know, the works.”
“Ah.” Jensen's head is screaming on the inside. He wants to throw Jared up against the wall and pin his arm back until he admits that all his stuff in his fridge is currently gummi bears. The thought of pinning Jared up against the wall makes him smirk on the inside. He likes the idea, especially considering how tall Jared is. To make him squirm....
Jared breaks his concentration. “Earth to Jensen! You okay?”
“Hmmm...oh, I was just thinking about a scene we have today, blocking it in my mind.”
Jared shakes his head, biting the head from a gummi bear. “You've got this dude. Just chill. You're always doing a great job.”
Jensen is beginning to suspect why his cheeks feel warm when Jared gives him a compliment. Kind of like the same way that he smelled Jared's towel in the downstairs bathroom during the great gummi bear installation of 09. Jensen wasn't ready to admit anything to himself, though. He got enough satisfaction from just watching Jared.
Part 2
It always happened, without fail. Jensen had actually been checking the blinking light on the microwave when it did occur. In the back of his head, he counted backwards from five. The meat was beginning to sear when his cell phone let loose with a jingle. He didn't recognize it at first but then added a face palm to his sigh when he remembered that Misha had borrowed it for five minutes. Jensen would have to change that Pussycat Dolls ring tone when he had a chance. At least before he had it go off at dinner.
The conversation was punctuated with a chorus of yeahs before he hung up and swore to himself. It was one of those times when he wished that he had a “normal” job. He might not have had to drive so far.
The lot was nearly vacant when he pulled around. His cell phone rang again and the voice, almost indiscernible save for the static, told him that the voice over script was in his trailer. Jensen was too tired to care whether or not this was odd.
Jensen popped the key into the lock of his trailer minutes later and swung open the door. His eyes popped in surprise. He held up his cell phone light in the dimming twilight to get a better look. Plastered over his front door was a giant blow up picture of the front of a Valentines Day card with a bear holding a heart and smiling.
Jensen shook his head, trying to push through the paper. At first, the paper wouldn't budge. Jensen cocked his head to the side and tried pushing against the bear, harder this time. There was some give behind it, but it was obvious that the plastering had been done by a pro. Oh shit was the only thought that came to Jensen's mind.
A few minutes into trying to tear the picture away, he ripped the heart to reveal a layer of intertwined electrician and duct tape, woven in a lattice pattern. He saw something on his small, round coffee table. Jensen assumed it was the script and began ripping half-heartedly into the duct tape.
Ten minutes later, he was through but heaving and nearly dripping with sweat. His keys hadn't been enough to cut through and he had had to unwind strip upon strip of heavily glued tape. However, he was inside his trailer now and finally reached the paper.
I Win. Love, Jared
Jensen growled to himself in the dark of his trailer. His eyes burned with mock rage. A part of him was honored that Jared had taken such an interest in elevating the level of the prank war. Jensen was going to have trouble thinking of anything much worse than this.
He let his brain stew for awhile, never hinting or letting on that anything had occurred, except for breaking into Jared's trailer, with Gen's help, and plastering the bits of the bear picture that was left to his couch cushions. Jensen wanted Jared to think he was giving up, losing interest, he wanted to wait for that one moment when he could strike.
It came after what was later dubbed “the baby con” where they had been in a session where Jared had fallen in love with a wailing baby. It was hard to notice, but Jensen had seen it around the eyes, where the crows feet were. It was something that had come of his study in Jaredology at the beginning of the prank war. It was the same look that Jared got when he had an onset fight scene or got to pretend to be seduced by the demon blood in his system. Jensen wondered how far a stretch of imagination it was to be like an imp for Jared. He was already wickedly good at pranking.
No, the answer to Jensen's problem that hung over his head came during one of the breaks in question and answer sets, before one of the autographing lines. For once, Jared was nearly pacing and not picking from the proffered buffet table of cold cuts, a favorite past time.
Jensen finished the call to his dad and slid the phone back into his pocket. “Man, you're gonna wear a hole in the floor. Take a load off.”
Jared mumbled in response. “Easy for you to say.”
Jensen shook his head, pretending only to feign an interest in what was on Jared's mind. Actually, he was quite interested. “Care to share with the class?”
“I'm about as nervous as a polecat in a room full of rocking chairs.”
Jensen blinked. “Been watching Dr. Phil again?”
Jared came crashing over, kneeling so he could look at Jensen eye level. He was close enough that Jensen could nearly taste his cinnamon gum on the air. If he leaned over a bit, they'd be forehead to forehead and he could see the sparse, fine hair on Jared's chest. It made him quiver a little on the inside. He tried to ignore the heat from Jared's hand as it landed on his knee, squeezing.
“I'm serious, Jen. I think I'm gonna do something drastic.”
Jensen felt uneasy. This was too intimate, too close. It would be disaster. But, even with a dry mouth, he continued on. “You're not going to take Chad up on his offer for a guest starring shot in that series, are you?”
As quickly as Jared had come over, he vaulted back again. He was standing, almost jumping with extra nervous energy. He talk through his thumb nail as he bit it off. “I can't talk to you, man. I wish Misha were here.”
Jensen sat up. “Dude. I'm just joking, I didn't know it was that serious. Talk to me.”
Jared mumbled something that Jensen thought he heard sound like. “I'm gonna propose.”
Jensen gasped, something inside his throat had the feeling of collapse to it. “Dude.”
“I Know!”
The assistant popped his head in, letting Jensen and Jared know they had five minutes left before the next session. Jared nodded and the assistant with the blue tooth in one ear and walkie talkie on the other hip, disappeared behind the curtain again.
Jensen got up, gripping Jared's shoulder as it bounced around in his hand. “She'll be lucky. She'd be stupid to say no. You're a great catch, even if you can be a douche sometimes.”
Jared took a deep breath in and calmed down. “Thanks. You're not so bad yourself, except for when you've got that giant stick up your ass.”
“Come on, Jared, let's go greet some fans.”
It took two beers to get through that night and another two to get through the next, even though his thirst wasn't being quenched at all. They were off from shooting for a couple of weeks, except for dvd commentary spots here and there. The night was grey and heavy and it looked that way for the rest of the week. Jensen's only comfort was the cold bottles in his hand. He had shrugged off talking to anyone.
That hanging feeling over his head had suddenly blossomed into an albatross around his neck. It tightened as he hung up his phone. He walked from room to room as the storm finally burst, releasing frustrated showers of rain all over his windows. Jensen talked to himself in his head, furious and frightened. He hadn't done the right thing, he had done the right thing. This was the best situation possible with the worst timing.
He thought those booms at first were thunder, but there was no lightning in the sky to speak off. When the booms continued again, more urgent, Jensen padded over the front door.
“Ackles, open up!”
“Jared?” Jensen talked from the other side of the door.
“We've gotta talk.”
“Dude, you must be sopping wet, there's no way...”
“Jensen! You're gonna wish you were only sopping wet when I get through with you.”
Jensen rolled his eyes, undoing the chain on the door and opening it a crack to get hit with mist from the storm. He jumped back a bit as Jared's large fingers pried the door open more than a crack. He stepped inside, causing Jensen to gasp. His nostrils were on fire, made magnificent by the exposed veins in his neck and the drips from his bangs drenching into his jean jacket.
“Before I kill you, I want to know why.”
Jensen blinked, feeling as though he were missing something. “Why what?”
Jared clenched and unclenched his fists as he breathed in through his nose. “You think my life is a game, Ackles?”
“I thought you did. Care to fill in a missing blank or two?”
Jared scoffed, shrugging off his jacket in the entryway. Jensen winced as it hit the linoleum, sopping wet. “As if you don't know.”
Jensen began to back up a step. His phone in the kitchen had a direct line to Misha and he was thinking now would be a good time for reinforcements. He was sure Jared didn't want to do something he was going to regret. “Well...I...umm...”
Jared growled as he followed. “That's what I thought you'd say. Must think you're a real riot, huh, Jensen. Making me think you really cared and then pulling this kind of crap stunt? Who raised you, huh, wolves?”
Jensen stopped. “Now wait a minute. This silly little prank war was your idea. Don't go talking about my family if you can't back it up. I swear to God, Padalecki, you're skating on thin ice.”
Jared stopped. “You think this is about the prank war. Are you shitting me?”
Jensen scratched the bit of undergrowth on the side of his neck. “Perhaps we should try and figure out what it is you're angry about.”
Jared shook his head. “Like you didn't know. And sending that male stripper with a bear tattoo cause you thought it would be funny to congratulate me. You know damn well she said no. All that shit about...”
Jensen put his hands up. “Woah, woah! She said no? How could she say no?” The little collapsible spot in Jensen's neck did its thing again.
Jared scoffed. “I'm sure Misha or Gen told you. The three of you were in this together. Gang up on poor Jared, give him a taste of his own medicine...”
Jensen moved a step forward. “Hey, man. I would have never...If I had thought....she couldn't know what she's...”
Jared put his hand up, baying Jensen to stay away. “Careful, Ackles. Wouldn't want me to think you're sorry when you won the prank war, would you?”
Jensen advanced, brushing Jared's arms. “Stop that. I don't give a damn about the prank war.”
Jared gasped when Jensen grabbed him in a bear hug, a grimace on his own face. Damn, Jensen thought, how could she? How could she hurt him like this? He was a great guy, he deserved everything he could want. Jensen held tight to Jared.
Jared's hands moved to Jensen's back. He felt the red hot tears coming, wanted to stop them but couldn't. He had switched off, fueled the sorrow into anger. Jared had been so sure that she was the one, that she would be enough. He had loved her so intensely, so deeply.
“It's okay, Jar. It'll be okay.”
Jared had to put a hand out once it started. He was a big man and didn't want to drag Jensen to the floor with him when his knees gave out. He could feel them shaking already. Luckily, they were almost at the kitchen and Jared grabbed a bit of counter. He had never thought that Jensen would be there for him like this. He had never thought...
When Jared pulled away, he got a good look at Jensen's face. He had started crying too. It was hard for Jared to think that he could understand, but they were a like in a lot of ways. Too many ways. They worked lonely, odd hours. Pages of dialogue to memorize and directors and cameramen that shouted at them when their fingers were already numb from hours of trying to dig emotions that sometimes they didn't possess.
Jensen will always remember that first kiss. He remembers because there was no tongue and Jared still had that faint taste of cinnamon gum in his mouth from the giant box of it Misha had gotten him for his birthday.
Jared remembers the curve of Jensen's hips and how they fit so well into his own. When Jensen reclined upwards, shaking no less, to keep Jared from having to bend all the way down, Jared remembers feeling the beat of their hearts racing hard, all blood evacuating for the penis.
“You're soaking wet.” Jensen wiped away the beads of rain from Jared's forehead, aware that he was shivering.
Jared whispered in return. “I am kinda cold.”
“We should probably get you out of those clothes.” It took Jensen a moment to register what he had said before Jared was walking toward his bedroom. The rain had just stopped, but it had been on long enough for his heat to come on. The room was upwards of seventy degrees.
“Nice and warm in here.”
Jensen nodded. “Bed covers just came out of the dryer too.”
Jensen could feel his heart pounding as Jared grabbed for his chin, massaging his cheeks with both thumbs. Jared's touch was heaven to Jensen, like licking the sparks on a battery. When they kissed again, it wasn't urgent, merely close. Jensen was only faintly aware that his shirt was getting soaked from pressing so hard into Jared's body.
“Any woman would be lucky to have you.”
Jared responded, hazy with lust. “Shut up, Jen.”
Jared's warm hands went up through Jensen's shirt, peeling it over his head. Jensen felt small next to the taller man, but lost all doubt to sensation when Jared began nipping at his neck, causing them to both fall on the bed when Jensen leaned backwards and made an oh sound.
Jared ripped his shirt away, watching Jensen watch him sharply. The shirt landed with wet thud. Jensen took a moment to carve the shape of Jared's body with his fingers, as though he were going to wake up any moment.
Jared's hand covered Jensen's as he stopped over the heart. “It's real. This is all real.”
Jensen said it between gasps, recognizing that Jared was straddling him and he was pinned enough that he couldn't even buck his hips. “God, I want you.”
“I know.” Jared's lips began biting and kissing their way down Jensen's chest.
“Ever since this whole thing started. I got so jealous.”
“I know.” Jared hushed Jensen's reasoning as his tongue flitted around the opening to his belt.
“Wait. Wanna see you.”
Jared shook his head. “Not going anywhere.”
Jensen gulped. “Not that. I mean...I want..”
Jared nodded, rising from the bed. Jensen was immediately sorry he had allowed his tongue to be loose. He wanted Jared close, wanted the touch of his body. The gulps were audible as the thirst in Jensen's throat intensified. Each tooth of the zipper made a booming noise in Jensen's ears. This was the point of no return.
Now, Jensen had seen Jared in all manner of undress. They worked closely on the same show, often changing in the same wardrobe trailer with a flurry of activity of all around. No one could accuse Jensen of being inhuman and not at least glancing at his co-star. But this was more than glancing and more than changing shirts.
Jared was already hard in his boxer briefs, pre-cum staining the white an almost clear color.
“We don't have to Jensen.”
Jensen nodded. “Oh yes, we do.”
Jared released his manhood, sliding the boxers down the length of his long legs. “Well? This is me.”
Jensen blinked as Jared shrugged. What Jensen saw could only be described as a peak of virility. Any ounce of fat on Jared's body was well concealed and his natural tan had no lines anywhere to be seen. Truth be told, it made Jensen a little ashamed of his own paler skin. “Damn, you're pretty....yeah.”
Jared leaned down over Jensen's body, his breath hot against Jensen's skin. “I'll take that as a vote of confidence.”
Jensen was pinned again, unable to thrust against Jared's naked body awash on his skin. Jared forced Jensen's hands above his head, tracing the outline of cock through jean. One of Jared's hands slowly moved down, caressing the ribs and causing Jensen to half laugh and half moan.
Jared smiled. “Did I find a ticklish spot?”
Jensen whispered, eyes dilating and focusing on the ceiling so he didn't cum in his pants before Jared he even had a chance to feel their bodies entwine. “Shut up, Padalecki.”
Jared's bangs swept against Jensen's skin as he shook his head. “Now, now, Jen. Is that anyway to talk to the man holding your cock in his hand?”
Jensen squirmed, but Jared's reflexes were quicker. Jared's hand palmed the bulge, forcing it to quicken and harden to full extent. The heat of his hand was evident to Jensen even with the jeans in the way still. The more Jensen squirmed, the harder Jared squeezed and held.
“Oh God, Jared, I...”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Take the jeans off, please!”
Jensen scooped his lips down, across the nape of Jensen's neck. “Only since you asked so nicely.”
Jensen's jeans were off quicker, but that made things worse. He was losing the ability to hold out against Jared's body heat. As they kissed again, Jensen tried to grab Jared deeper inside himself. It was fevered, the gnashing of tongues and the thrusting of hips.
“Damn, you wanted this.” Jared said when he came up for breath again.
Jensen merely nodded, looking toward the dresser drawer where he kept the condoms. Jared followed the gaze to the drawer. “You sure? Its gonna hurt. All the exes told me it has. The first time's the worst.”
Jensen shrugged. The agony of not having Jared inside every inch of him, nothing could hurt worse than that. “Don't care. Want it all.”
Jared reached toward the drawer, finding it just enough out of his reach. He wriggled over Jensen's body, finally getting there just as his cock was hitting high chest level. Jensen was tempted, while watching the muscled arm, to just open his mouth and see what happened. It hadn't occurred to him that Jared might have a ticklish spot.
Jared ripped the blue packet. “You sure?”
“Damn it, Padalecki, don't make me ask twice!”
Jared began to roll the condom over his hard member. “Always happy to oblige.”
Jensen tensed as Jared's body returned to its previously intimate position. Their cocks were both pointed upwards against Jensen's stomach. Jared began to grind a soft rhythm against Jensen's body, which he was only happy enough to reciprocate.
“Remember how much I care for you.” Jared breathed the words in Jensen's mouth.
Jensen felt the kiss and Jared's body anchor him all at once. Jared's cock slid down past Jensen's balls and Jensen found himself in a hellish sort of heaven. Jared was so close, but Jensen was in a considerable amount of hot pain. Jared would wait for Jensen to untense and then push in a bit more, slowly, until all was inside.
There was a moment when he nodded, before the first pump began, when Jensen felt Jared hit something deep inside of him. It was just a small poke, an insignificant prod, but it was deep inside whatever pleasure center Jensen knew he had. It was the beauty in the pain. It was the shaking, sweating, cinnamon breath beauty that Jensen had wanted all his life.
Jensen groaned with every pump, Jared's bangs as the only thing he could see when Jared's mouth let go of his own, sure that Jensen wasn't going to scream in so much agony that a neighbor would hear. Jared felt himself grow harder than he knew he could. Jensen was tight, receptive, and merely perfect for a Texan stud.
It didn't take much for Jared to become more furious in his pumps. His body was begging for release, Jensen groaning was the only noise filling his ears. The smell of sweat and the rainy winds filled the room. Jared felt his balls tense the moment before he erupted. He thrust deep inside Jensen, collapsing as the cum passed through his cock in waves.
Jensen felt his head tilt back as his body rocketed with spurts of cum all its own. Jared was sticky and slick with hot cum, Jensen feeling the powerful pumping muscle of Jared's cock working deep inside him. They dared not move or breathe for moments, maybe even minutes. It was enough to cement something Jensen already knew and Jared was slowly figuring out. They belong together, even though they had barely had even more than a prank war.
Author: tigerstriped86
Fandom/Pairing: Supernatural; Jared/Jensen rpf
Rating: Mature (for teh sex, you surprised?)
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Disc.: I own nothing. This is Kripke's world, just borrowing his actors so they can let out their urges.
Author's Note: Roommate's gone for three days, lets party! Notice that part one is uploaded here as well, since I can't link it to ff.net anymore without most likely getting banned. I still think I deserve a banana sticker.
Summary: You know how Jared is good at pranking his co-stars? Well, lets just say that Jensen doesn't go quietly into that sweet goodnight. Perhaps the boys are ready to learn something about each other.
Part 1
Jensen murmured as a lusty haze subsided for blissful sleep with Jared snuggled into his side. They were entwined in a nice thread count Egyptian sheet and nothing more. “Thank you crushed pineapple.”
His mind was bubbling, trying to remember how they had gotten here. There had been a suggestion followed by a prank. Jensen's eyelids were heavy and Jared's rhythmic snoring was about to do him in. He swore that somewhere in the house, Harley was making those same noises. So, in order to fulfill both, Jensen tried to focus his dreaming on the events of the past three months.
It had been a Tuesday when this had all began, unusually cold for that time of year. The heater was broken in the makeup trailer, which the gals had declared was best for everyone's benefit. Jensen was in a less than perky mood while his nipples pointed straight out like tommy guns. He was being outfitted for blood wearing nothing but a tank top in a certain shot. It might have been good for the makeup but was completely freezing Dean Winchester.
Jared had strolled in, smiling and whistling to himself. He didn't have the decency to even complain about the cold. Jensen remembers that his hands were just full of stuff. Jared had simply shrugged. “Breakfast on the go.”
All Jensen could do was stare as Jared loaded them onto the tv tray next to his favorite artist's mirror. “What supermarket deli did you raid this morning?”
Jared leaned back in his chair a bit, yawning, as the process began for him. “Dogs kept me up half the night. Needed fuel.”
Jensen blinked, eyes looking over the array of treats in a variety of colors and bags. “You're gonna pay for this later.”
Jared shook his head. “Don't think so.”
Jensen raised his eyebrows. “Jared, man, don't. That's not right.”
Jared's hand froze. “What? You mean this?”
Jensen shook his head as much as could be allowed. “No, no, no, no, no! Don't do it. I'm warning you!”
Jared snorted through his nose. “Or what? You intend to stop me?”
Jensen opened his mouth and closed it even quicker. He was running out of retort juice. It was just too early.
Jared responded to the silence. “That's what I thought.” Victorious, Jared triumphantly dropped the small bag of Teddy Grahams in the crushed pineapple fruit cup and proceeded to eat with much relish and a plastic spoon.
Jensen merely stared in disbelief. “Dude, you're so fucking weird. Bears don't go with anything.”
Jared gave a wicked smile, which signaled that nothing good had begun working its way through his brain. “We'll see.”
Pan camera to three days later in the green screen Impala. Jensen's butt has gone past the tingling stage and his cheeks feel like they have an imprint of his incisors from how much he is clenching his jaw as Dean Winchester. Ten more minutes, he thinks to himself, pleading silently with Kripke to let him get it right this time.
“Okay, Jen. This time, we're gonna try the scene at midday. Just lower the visor as if you're about to rip it off its hinges and we'll add to the voice over later. Got that?”
Jensen nodded, wanting to say something witty like “Okay, chief.” But he's just too exhausted to come up with anything even remotely original. He silently curses Jared for having the day off when Kripke calls action.
Jensen goes to town on the visor, gripping it as though its the last life preserver on the Titanic and the damn thing has sprung a leak. It barely budges, but Jensen pries it down. A rain of Teddy Grahams breaks his concentration.
He sits there, blinking and letting his jaw relax, stunned. One by one, the crew bursts into laughter. Kripke sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and turns away from the crumby mess that's going to the be the driver's seat and Jensen's wardrobe.
“Jared!” Kripke and Ackles growl in unison.
Jensen needs a good venue for revenge, something that will haunt Jared. He needs to be a sneaky bastard. In short, he needs to enlist the help of Genevieve. He sets his watch and two days later, Jared's phone is spinning on the coffee table in his trailer while she is rifling through Google pics to upload as his wallpaper.
“Jesus Christ!”
“What is it?” Jensen perks up from where he had been sitting, slowly sinking and watching the spinning phone.
“Just...remind me never to solely use the word bears as a parameter on Google.”
Jensen smirks. “What'd you get as the results?”
Genevieve throws a hair band in Jensen's direction, missing him. “You're lucky I liked this plan or that would have been something hard.”
Jensen smiles, teasing her. “You mean something hard wouldn't have hit me?”
In the end, there are no good bear pictures to upload as his wallpaper. The best they can do while Genevieve is borrowing Jared's phone, innocent enough since she's done it once a week since her third appearance on the show, is to change his ring tone to Winnie the Pooh's “Little Black Raincloud” and give him a picture of wiener dogs dressed in hot dog suits. He has an unusual fear of wiener dogs.
Trouble is brewing. It takes a whole week before retaliation strikes and its a full on declaration of prank war. Jensen lets his guard down just enough to accept coffee during the readings early in the week, but he is still suspicious. There are no Teddy Grahams floating the coffee. It tastes exactly as Jensen likes it. He knows that he is doomed.
Afterwards, Jensen finds himself studying his co-star. Perhaps it is the scrutiny that first causes Jensen to notice the cleft in his collar bone when Jared laughs. Perhaps this is the first time Jensen notices the way he moves his hands when talking to Kripke. Perhaps this is the first time that Jensen has really seen Jared. He shakes the feeling away when the word handsome begins to creep into the study. Its not the first time he's thought that about a co-star and he doesn't want to start now.
Genevieve is the accomplice, on the lookout for suspicious comings or goings. She shrugs at Jensen as they meet and scene hop for the current episode. Its closer to twilight and not even makeup can hide the kind of bags Jensen is getting under his eyes. Its a night scene, spotlights precariously angled to mimic the moonlight and the light from outside the shack at Beaver's place.
This is a tense scene. Jared needs to walk over to the trunk in a righteous huff and grab the most bad ass weapon he can find to destroy the villain. Sam has been locked away in the shed for protection and Jensen is left to face the threat. On cue, Jared storms over the trusty Impala. The key turns mightily in the trunk. The lid lifts and the momentous occasion of finding the right weapon occurs. Jensen, blinks, stunned.
Jensen lifts a smiling teddy bear with a purple ribbon out of the trunk. Its the only thing left. Jensen isn't really angry at him. He expected this. In fact, it helps that it's happened and now he can breathe a little better with the ball in his court. But he still can't let Jared get away with this.
It's only when Jensen clenches his fists a bit and the bear squeaks that he hears the director bellow for Jared, as though he's still on set. “Padalecki!”
Genevieve watches him pace back and forth in his trailer. She is calm, checking her text messages. Jensen has been pacing for a good five minutes, working hard to think of some way to get Jared good.
“We have to get him. It has to be big! Maybe we could....no, no, that wouldn't work.” Jensen shakes his head and continues his tiny pacing routine.
She simply shakes her head in response. “You're going about this all wrong. You've got to just keep it simple. Those pranks usually work the best.”
“Well, come on. Help me think.”
Genevieve takes a sip of her Sprite on Jensen's table. “Well, calm down. Something will come to us.”
There is a knock on the door. She shakes her head as Jensen points, and then proceeds to head in that direction. A smirking Misha pushes his way into the room.
“You can thank me properly later.”
Gen's eyes light up. “Did you get it?”
Jensen furrows his brow, switching his gaze from Gen to Misha. “Get what?”
Misha forces the little silver object into Jensen's hand. “Like I said, you can thank me properly later.”
Jensen looks down at his hand, where there is now a little silver key. “This couldn't be....why would you?”
Misha stretches out next to Gen on the couch, snatching her Sprite for a sip. “Simple. He pranked me last week and I'm ready for revenge. Only, I don't want to leave any prints.”
Jensen cocks his head. “How many people know about this?”
Misha extends his arms. “Everybody. Everybody but Jared.”
The plan goes off without a hitch, which should get some prank war bonus points. A normal Saturday night for Jensen Ackles should be spent partying it up. Instead, he's walking around Jared's house with Harley and Sadie playfully nipping around his heels and Misha leading the way, still smirking. It dawns on Jensen that the house is truly an extension of Jared's personality. Its got a vibrancy to it, the kind where you might accuse the house of living if you didn't know any better.
Jensen's kitchen is nothing like Jared's. Jared has wood paneling mixed with steel and a nice island where Misha is currently chopping up some bell peppers for his fajitas dinner. House sitting while Jared is home for his mom's birthday weekend has its perks.
“You brought the stuff?”
Jensen holds up the grocery bags, impatient. He wants to pull the prank and get out before he gets caught. At least, he's pretty sure that's what all this is about.
It takes a good hour to perfect the set-up. Jensen wants to make sure that nothing is forgotten. When he opens the fridge door, Jensen gasps at Jared's fridge. It looks more or less like a cross between a Jack Lalaine juicer infomercial and something out of a George Foreman grill ad. He was ashamed to admit that he'd never been over to Jared's house before this. At least, not in such an intimate setting.
His heart pounds once he's done. This isn't his first prank, but this is the first one that could seriously piss Jared off. Jensen's not looking to do that so much as to just bring out his own dominance in this prank war, to show Padalecki that he is indeed a force to be reckoned with.
“Why are you so nervous?” Misha chuckles as he goes back to chopping the pepper. “Stay and have fajitas.”
Jensen shakes his head jerkily. “No. I should get going. I have...”
“Is this the first time you've pranked someone while they were out of town? Jesus, man, live a little.”
Jensen arches an eyebrow as he leans up against the counter. “It's not that.”
Misha shrugs. “Okay, then. But you'll be missing out on some excellent fajitas.”
Jensen decides that he just needs to relax and stays for a couple of fajitas. Three beers and a season of 24 later, he passes out on Jared's couch with ESPN blaring in the background.
The next time they have the makeup room together, Jensen is trying not to do his impression of a spastic, fiddling three year old. He fails miserably and gets a sharp tap to the back of head when he begins air drumming his chair with his fingertips. Jared enters shortly thereafter with a clear bag of gummi bears in his hand. He chews them slowly, thoughtfully.
“Hey Jen, how you've been?”
Jensen is perplexed by his calmness. “Fine. How was your mom's birthday bash?”
Jared sits after casually removing his jacket. “The ultimate mom birthday bash. Flaming bears jumping through hoops, strip-o-grams, ice cream. You know, the works.”
“Ah.” Jensen's head is screaming on the inside. He wants to throw Jared up against the wall and pin his arm back until he admits that all his stuff in his fridge is currently gummi bears. The thought of pinning Jared up against the wall makes him smirk on the inside. He likes the idea, especially considering how tall Jared is. To make him squirm....
Jared breaks his concentration. “Earth to Jensen! You okay?”
“Hmmm...oh, I was just thinking about a scene we have today, blocking it in my mind.”
Jared shakes his head, biting the head from a gummi bear. “You've got this dude. Just chill. You're always doing a great job.”
Jensen is beginning to suspect why his cheeks feel warm when Jared gives him a compliment. Kind of like the same way that he smelled Jared's towel in the downstairs bathroom during the great gummi bear installation of 09. Jensen wasn't ready to admit anything to himself, though. He got enough satisfaction from just watching Jared.
Part 2
It always happened, without fail. Jensen had actually been checking the blinking light on the microwave when it did occur. In the back of his head, he counted backwards from five. The meat was beginning to sear when his cell phone let loose with a jingle. He didn't recognize it at first but then added a face palm to his sigh when he remembered that Misha had borrowed it for five minutes. Jensen would have to change that Pussycat Dolls ring tone when he had a chance. At least before he had it go off at dinner.
The conversation was punctuated with a chorus of yeahs before he hung up and swore to himself. It was one of those times when he wished that he had a “normal” job. He might not have had to drive so far.
The lot was nearly vacant when he pulled around. His cell phone rang again and the voice, almost indiscernible save for the static, told him that the voice over script was in his trailer. Jensen was too tired to care whether or not this was odd.
Jensen popped the key into the lock of his trailer minutes later and swung open the door. His eyes popped in surprise. He held up his cell phone light in the dimming twilight to get a better look. Plastered over his front door was a giant blow up picture of the front of a Valentines Day card with a bear holding a heart and smiling.
Jensen shook his head, trying to push through the paper. At first, the paper wouldn't budge. Jensen cocked his head to the side and tried pushing against the bear, harder this time. There was some give behind it, but it was obvious that the plastering had been done by a pro. Oh shit was the only thought that came to Jensen's mind.
A few minutes into trying to tear the picture away, he ripped the heart to reveal a layer of intertwined electrician and duct tape, woven in a lattice pattern. He saw something on his small, round coffee table. Jensen assumed it was the script and began ripping half-heartedly into the duct tape.
Ten minutes later, he was through but heaving and nearly dripping with sweat. His keys hadn't been enough to cut through and he had had to unwind strip upon strip of heavily glued tape. However, he was inside his trailer now and finally reached the paper.
I Win. Love, Jared
Jensen growled to himself in the dark of his trailer. His eyes burned with mock rage. A part of him was honored that Jared had taken such an interest in elevating the level of the prank war. Jensen was going to have trouble thinking of anything much worse than this.
He let his brain stew for awhile, never hinting or letting on that anything had occurred, except for breaking into Jared's trailer, with Gen's help, and plastering the bits of the bear picture that was left to his couch cushions. Jensen wanted Jared to think he was giving up, losing interest, he wanted to wait for that one moment when he could strike.
It came after what was later dubbed “the baby con” where they had been in a session where Jared had fallen in love with a wailing baby. It was hard to notice, but Jensen had seen it around the eyes, where the crows feet were. It was something that had come of his study in Jaredology at the beginning of the prank war. It was the same look that Jared got when he had an onset fight scene or got to pretend to be seduced by the demon blood in his system. Jensen wondered how far a stretch of imagination it was to be like an imp for Jared. He was already wickedly good at pranking.
No, the answer to Jensen's problem that hung over his head came during one of the breaks in question and answer sets, before one of the autographing lines. For once, Jared was nearly pacing and not picking from the proffered buffet table of cold cuts, a favorite past time.
Jensen finished the call to his dad and slid the phone back into his pocket. “Man, you're gonna wear a hole in the floor. Take a load off.”
Jared mumbled in response. “Easy for you to say.”
Jensen shook his head, pretending only to feign an interest in what was on Jared's mind. Actually, he was quite interested. “Care to share with the class?”
“I'm about as nervous as a polecat in a room full of rocking chairs.”
Jensen blinked. “Been watching Dr. Phil again?”
Jared came crashing over, kneeling so he could look at Jensen eye level. He was close enough that Jensen could nearly taste his cinnamon gum on the air. If he leaned over a bit, they'd be forehead to forehead and he could see the sparse, fine hair on Jared's chest. It made him quiver a little on the inside. He tried to ignore the heat from Jared's hand as it landed on his knee, squeezing.
“I'm serious, Jen. I think I'm gonna do something drastic.”
Jensen felt uneasy. This was too intimate, too close. It would be disaster. But, even with a dry mouth, he continued on. “You're not going to take Chad up on his offer for a guest starring shot in that series, are you?”
As quickly as Jared had come over, he vaulted back again. He was standing, almost jumping with extra nervous energy. He talk through his thumb nail as he bit it off. “I can't talk to you, man. I wish Misha were here.”
Jensen sat up. “Dude. I'm just joking, I didn't know it was that serious. Talk to me.”
Jared mumbled something that Jensen thought he heard sound like. “I'm gonna propose.”
Jensen gasped, something inside his throat had the feeling of collapse to it. “Dude.”
“I Know!”
The assistant popped his head in, letting Jensen and Jared know they had five minutes left before the next session. Jared nodded and the assistant with the blue tooth in one ear and walkie talkie on the other hip, disappeared behind the curtain again.
Jensen got up, gripping Jared's shoulder as it bounced around in his hand. “She'll be lucky. She'd be stupid to say no. You're a great catch, even if you can be a douche sometimes.”
Jared took a deep breath in and calmed down. “Thanks. You're not so bad yourself, except for when you've got that giant stick up your ass.”
“Come on, Jared, let's go greet some fans.”
It took two beers to get through that night and another two to get through the next, even though his thirst wasn't being quenched at all. They were off from shooting for a couple of weeks, except for dvd commentary spots here and there. The night was grey and heavy and it looked that way for the rest of the week. Jensen's only comfort was the cold bottles in his hand. He had shrugged off talking to anyone.
That hanging feeling over his head had suddenly blossomed into an albatross around his neck. It tightened as he hung up his phone. He walked from room to room as the storm finally burst, releasing frustrated showers of rain all over his windows. Jensen talked to himself in his head, furious and frightened. He hadn't done the right thing, he had done the right thing. This was the best situation possible with the worst timing.
He thought those booms at first were thunder, but there was no lightning in the sky to speak off. When the booms continued again, more urgent, Jensen padded over the front door.
“Ackles, open up!”
“Jared?” Jensen talked from the other side of the door.
“We've gotta talk.”
“Dude, you must be sopping wet, there's no way...”
“Jensen! You're gonna wish you were only sopping wet when I get through with you.”
Jensen rolled his eyes, undoing the chain on the door and opening it a crack to get hit with mist from the storm. He jumped back a bit as Jared's large fingers pried the door open more than a crack. He stepped inside, causing Jensen to gasp. His nostrils were on fire, made magnificent by the exposed veins in his neck and the drips from his bangs drenching into his jean jacket.
“Before I kill you, I want to know why.”
Jensen blinked, feeling as though he were missing something. “Why what?”
Jared clenched and unclenched his fists as he breathed in through his nose. “You think my life is a game, Ackles?”
“I thought you did. Care to fill in a missing blank or two?”
Jared scoffed, shrugging off his jacket in the entryway. Jensen winced as it hit the linoleum, sopping wet. “As if you don't know.”
Jensen began to back up a step. His phone in the kitchen had a direct line to Misha and he was thinking now would be a good time for reinforcements. He was sure Jared didn't want to do something he was going to regret. “Well...I...umm...”
Jared growled as he followed. “That's what I thought you'd say. Must think you're a real riot, huh, Jensen. Making me think you really cared and then pulling this kind of crap stunt? Who raised you, huh, wolves?”
Jensen stopped. “Now wait a minute. This silly little prank war was your idea. Don't go talking about my family if you can't back it up. I swear to God, Padalecki, you're skating on thin ice.”
Jared stopped. “You think this is about the prank war. Are you shitting me?”
Jensen scratched the bit of undergrowth on the side of his neck. “Perhaps we should try and figure out what it is you're angry about.”
Jared shook his head. “Like you didn't know. And sending that male stripper with a bear tattoo cause you thought it would be funny to congratulate me. You know damn well she said no. All that shit about...”
Jensen put his hands up. “Woah, woah! She said no? How could she say no?” The little collapsible spot in Jensen's neck did its thing again.
Jared scoffed. “I'm sure Misha or Gen told you. The three of you were in this together. Gang up on poor Jared, give him a taste of his own medicine...”
Jensen moved a step forward. “Hey, man. I would have never...If I had thought....she couldn't know what she's...”
Jared put his hand up, baying Jensen to stay away. “Careful, Ackles. Wouldn't want me to think you're sorry when you won the prank war, would you?”
Jensen advanced, brushing Jared's arms. “Stop that. I don't give a damn about the prank war.”
Jared gasped when Jensen grabbed him in a bear hug, a grimace on his own face. Damn, Jensen thought, how could she? How could she hurt him like this? He was a great guy, he deserved everything he could want. Jensen held tight to Jared.
Jared's hands moved to Jensen's back. He felt the red hot tears coming, wanted to stop them but couldn't. He had switched off, fueled the sorrow into anger. Jared had been so sure that she was the one, that she would be enough. He had loved her so intensely, so deeply.
“It's okay, Jar. It'll be okay.”
Jared had to put a hand out once it started. He was a big man and didn't want to drag Jensen to the floor with him when his knees gave out. He could feel them shaking already. Luckily, they were almost at the kitchen and Jared grabbed a bit of counter. He had never thought that Jensen would be there for him like this. He had never thought...
When Jared pulled away, he got a good look at Jensen's face. He had started crying too. It was hard for Jared to think that he could understand, but they were a like in a lot of ways. Too many ways. They worked lonely, odd hours. Pages of dialogue to memorize and directors and cameramen that shouted at them when their fingers were already numb from hours of trying to dig emotions that sometimes they didn't possess.
Jensen will always remember that first kiss. He remembers because there was no tongue and Jared still had that faint taste of cinnamon gum in his mouth from the giant box of it Misha had gotten him for his birthday.
Jared remembers the curve of Jensen's hips and how they fit so well into his own. When Jensen reclined upwards, shaking no less, to keep Jared from having to bend all the way down, Jared remembers feeling the beat of their hearts racing hard, all blood evacuating for the penis.
“You're soaking wet.” Jensen wiped away the beads of rain from Jared's forehead, aware that he was shivering.
Jared whispered in return. “I am kinda cold.”
“We should probably get you out of those clothes.” It took Jensen a moment to register what he had said before Jared was walking toward his bedroom. The rain had just stopped, but it had been on long enough for his heat to come on. The room was upwards of seventy degrees.
“Nice and warm in here.”
Jensen nodded. “Bed covers just came out of the dryer too.”
Jensen could feel his heart pounding as Jared grabbed for his chin, massaging his cheeks with both thumbs. Jared's touch was heaven to Jensen, like licking the sparks on a battery. When they kissed again, it wasn't urgent, merely close. Jensen was only faintly aware that his shirt was getting soaked from pressing so hard into Jared's body.
“Any woman would be lucky to have you.”
Jared responded, hazy with lust. “Shut up, Jen.”
Jared's warm hands went up through Jensen's shirt, peeling it over his head. Jensen felt small next to the taller man, but lost all doubt to sensation when Jared began nipping at his neck, causing them to both fall on the bed when Jensen leaned backwards and made an oh sound.
Jared ripped his shirt away, watching Jensen watch him sharply. The shirt landed with wet thud. Jensen took a moment to carve the shape of Jared's body with his fingers, as though he were going to wake up any moment.
Jared's hand covered Jensen's as he stopped over the heart. “It's real. This is all real.”
Jensen said it between gasps, recognizing that Jared was straddling him and he was pinned enough that he couldn't even buck his hips. “God, I want you.”
“I know.” Jared's lips began biting and kissing their way down Jensen's chest.
“Ever since this whole thing started. I got so jealous.”
“I know.” Jared hushed Jensen's reasoning as his tongue flitted around the opening to his belt.
“Wait. Wanna see you.”
Jared shook his head. “Not going anywhere.”
Jensen gulped. “Not that. I mean...I want..”
Jared nodded, rising from the bed. Jensen was immediately sorry he had allowed his tongue to be loose. He wanted Jared close, wanted the touch of his body. The gulps were audible as the thirst in Jensen's throat intensified. Each tooth of the zipper made a booming noise in Jensen's ears. This was the point of no return.
Now, Jensen had seen Jared in all manner of undress. They worked closely on the same show, often changing in the same wardrobe trailer with a flurry of activity of all around. No one could accuse Jensen of being inhuman and not at least glancing at his co-star. But this was more than glancing and more than changing shirts.
Jared was already hard in his boxer briefs, pre-cum staining the white an almost clear color.
“We don't have to Jensen.”
Jensen nodded. “Oh yes, we do.”
Jared released his manhood, sliding the boxers down the length of his long legs. “Well? This is me.”
Jensen blinked as Jared shrugged. What Jensen saw could only be described as a peak of virility. Any ounce of fat on Jared's body was well concealed and his natural tan had no lines anywhere to be seen. Truth be told, it made Jensen a little ashamed of his own paler skin. “Damn, you're pretty....yeah.”
Jared leaned down over Jensen's body, his breath hot against Jensen's skin. “I'll take that as a vote of confidence.”
Jensen was pinned again, unable to thrust against Jared's naked body awash on his skin. Jared forced Jensen's hands above his head, tracing the outline of cock through jean. One of Jared's hands slowly moved down, caressing the ribs and causing Jensen to half laugh and half moan.
Jared smiled. “Did I find a ticklish spot?”
Jensen whispered, eyes dilating and focusing on the ceiling so he didn't cum in his pants before Jared he even had a chance to feel their bodies entwine. “Shut up, Padalecki.”
Jared's bangs swept against Jensen's skin as he shook his head. “Now, now, Jen. Is that anyway to talk to the man holding your cock in his hand?”
Jensen squirmed, but Jared's reflexes were quicker. Jared's hand palmed the bulge, forcing it to quicken and harden to full extent. The heat of his hand was evident to Jensen even with the jeans in the way still. The more Jensen squirmed, the harder Jared squeezed and held.
“Oh God, Jared, I...”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Take the jeans off, please!”
Jensen scooped his lips down, across the nape of Jensen's neck. “Only since you asked so nicely.”
Jensen's jeans were off quicker, but that made things worse. He was losing the ability to hold out against Jared's body heat. As they kissed again, Jensen tried to grab Jared deeper inside himself. It was fevered, the gnashing of tongues and the thrusting of hips.
“Damn, you wanted this.” Jared said when he came up for breath again.
Jensen merely nodded, looking toward the dresser drawer where he kept the condoms. Jared followed the gaze to the drawer. “You sure? Its gonna hurt. All the exes told me it has. The first time's the worst.”
Jensen shrugged. The agony of not having Jared inside every inch of him, nothing could hurt worse than that. “Don't care. Want it all.”
Jared reached toward the drawer, finding it just enough out of his reach. He wriggled over Jensen's body, finally getting there just as his cock was hitting high chest level. Jensen was tempted, while watching the muscled arm, to just open his mouth and see what happened. It hadn't occurred to him that Jared might have a ticklish spot.
Jared ripped the blue packet. “You sure?”
“Damn it, Padalecki, don't make me ask twice!”
Jared began to roll the condom over his hard member. “Always happy to oblige.”
Jensen tensed as Jared's body returned to its previously intimate position. Their cocks were both pointed upwards against Jensen's stomach. Jared began to grind a soft rhythm against Jensen's body, which he was only happy enough to reciprocate.
“Remember how much I care for you.” Jared breathed the words in Jensen's mouth.
Jensen felt the kiss and Jared's body anchor him all at once. Jared's cock slid down past Jensen's balls and Jensen found himself in a hellish sort of heaven. Jared was so close, but Jensen was in a considerable amount of hot pain. Jared would wait for Jensen to untense and then push in a bit more, slowly, until all was inside.
There was a moment when he nodded, before the first pump began, when Jensen felt Jared hit something deep inside of him. It was just a small poke, an insignificant prod, but it was deep inside whatever pleasure center Jensen knew he had. It was the beauty in the pain. It was the shaking, sweating, cinnamon breath beauty that Jensen had wanted all his life.
Jensen groaned with every pump, Jared's bangs as the only thing he could see when Jared's mouth let go of his own, sure that Jensen wasn't going to scream in so much agony that a neighbor would hear. Jared felt himself grow harder than he knew he could. Jensen was tight, receptive, and merely perfect for a Texan stud.
It didn't take much for Jared to become more furious in his pumps. His body was begging for release, Jensen groaning was the only noise filling his ears. The smell of sweat and the rainy winds filled the room. Jared felt his balls tense the moment before he erupted. He thrust deep inside Jensen, collapsing as the cum passed through his cock in waves.
Jensen felt his head tilt back as his body rocketed with spurts of cum all its own. Jared was sticky and slick with hot cum, Jensen feeling the powerful pumping muscle of Jared's cock working deep inside him. They dared not move or breathe for moments, maybe even minutes. It was enough to cement something Jensen already knew and Jared was slowly figuring out. They belong together, even though they had barely had even more than a prank war.