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Roleplay	By : AlishaV Category: Individual Celebrities > Jensen Ackles Views: 3739 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the Supernatural characters, nor do I know Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki. This is total fiction, on which I make absolutely no money. (Sad but true.)

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Phil was much happier with the boys this time around. It wasn’t too difficult to discern why.
Since Jensen was freaking-the-fuck-out, Dean’s anxiety was pretty easy to get across. In fact, he was surprised Phil didn’t tell him to tone it down.
Count on it, Jared had said. There was no ambiguity there – Jared had every intention of fucking him. It really didn’t help that Jensen was so horny for the man that – for a fraction of a second – he tried to convince himself that maybe, with plenty of lube...
...God...
He could still say no. Nothing was set in stone here. Problem was, Jensen didn’t trust himself anymore. His emotions, his libido – which apparently wasn’t nearly as hetero as he’d previously thought – everything was just so fucked up! Jensen had never been this tied up in knots over someone. And it had happened so friggin’ fast. And, Christ, why couldn’t they just blow each other? Oh! And by the way, Jen, when the fuck did even thinking something like that become okay?
So, yeah, full on anxiety attack going on in Jensen’s head equalled great acting coming out of Jensen’s mouth. Who knew?
To tell the truth, Phil probably wasn’t even noticing Jensen’s performance, seeing as how all eyes – including Jensen’s own – were riveted on his co-star.
The Red Bulls must have done their job – or maybe it was the hot and heavy with Jensen that woke Jared up. Whatever it was – the guy was workin’ it. He was coming across like some fucked up combo of Chippendale dancer and Baryshnikov – all rolling hips and indolent gestures. Padalecki was going to win awards for this episode. Jensen couldn’t imagine the devil being played any better by anyone else.
Oh, and apparently the no improv/adlib agreement had been nixed – since Jared’s hands and mouth were behaving in very illicit and unscripted ways.
They were on lucky take number thirteen when Jared slipped his knee between Jensen’s legs and pushed up until Jensen’s full weight came to rest on his thigh. Jensen’s balls, already so tight and full, contracted painfully. He was scary close to coming, right there on camera – in front of the entire damn world.
“Your beautiful baby brother’s body,” Jared was saying. He nibbled along Jensen’s jaw to his ear. “And, really, is that something you want to find out?” His tongue flicked inside. His thigh ground harder between Jensen’s own. Shit, any second now...
“Cut.”
Jared let Jensen’s body slip down his leg, a leisurely, carefully controlled glide that kept up the pressure right until the last moment. Jensen choked on a whimper. “Jay, you gotta cut it out,” he hissed. “I’m gonna— ”
“Yeah, but see, I want you t—”
“Excuse me, sex machine.” Shane tapped Jared’s shoulder. “I need to sew him up again.”
Jared grimaced and stepped back. His eyes – pupils huge and midnight black – glittered a promise. He didn’t say a word aloud, however, just walked away, his fabulous ass twitching, swaying... Jensen left panting...wanting.
Jensen dropped his head back against the pillar and tried to will himself sane.
Shane was silent as he worked – uncharacteristically so. He didn’t even comment on how Jensen’s spastic trembling was making it pretty darn tricky for him to do his job. “There you go,” he said a minute later. He patted the last buttonhole and half turned as if to leave, but then turned back around and snapped his fingers. “Riiiight.” He dug something out of his pocket. “Afraid I’ve only got forty on me,” he said, tucking two twenties into Jensen’s front jean pocket. “I’ll give you the other ten at the wrap party.” His finger accidentally brushed Jensen’s cockhead, since it was right fucking there. Jensen’s hips bucked before he could stop them.
“Wow. He’s got you hurting pretty bad, huh?” Shane leaned in conspiratorially to whisper, “You know, every guy in here is hard. And every girl’s probably wet. You two are mind-blowing together. It’s like watching porn...” He paused and seemed to consider that statement. “Only hot,” he ended up qualifying. “So can I just say, if you don’t take that man home and bang the shit out of him, you’re the biggest fucking idiot in the entire world.”
Jensen flushed red – well, redder than he already was. So there, that was two votes in favour of letting Jared fuck him senseless – not counting Jensen’s own traitorous body, of course, which was weighing in with a very firm, ‘maybe.’
Shane watched Jensen’s face, grinning at whatever he saw there. “Ah, young love,” said the kid who was ten years younger than Jensen. “So sweet.” Shane gave Jensen’s cheek a friendly pat before brushing past Jared who was stalking back over.
“What’d he have to say?” Jared asked, laying an ultra-possessive hand on Jensen’s neck and scowling at the pretty gay boy’s back.
Phil joined them, saving Jensen from having to answer the loaded question. “Okay,” the director said. “Umm, good work, guys. Really good.” His face was kind of...flushed.
Jensen surreptitiously glanced down to see if Shane was right. Sure enough, Phil was straining the front of his khakis. For the first time, Jensen noticed that the crew was totally quiet. Weird. In between takes there was usually a cacophony of sound going on. “We’re going to do one more – from the beginning right through to the kiss,” Phil was saying. “Then we’ll take a half-hour for lunch. How’s that sound?”
“Sound’s great,” Jared said, not even bothering to look at the man. His gaze burned into Jensen. In half an hour your ass is mine, his eyes vowed.
Since Jensen didn’t trust his voice enough to speak, he nodded his agreement. To the lunch idea! – not the ass one.
One more take. He could do one more take without embarrassing himself. Sure he could. Absolutely. Then he’d ditch Jared and go jerk off – for, like, the umpteenth time in the past twenty-four hours – and it would all be okay. Sanity would return. Everything would be okay.
Just one more fucking take.
***
Jensen made it through the first part without coming – despite Jared’s best and very transparent efforts. He didn’t even blow his cues. And for that, an award had better be coming his way, too. Lord knows he deserved one.
When it was Michael’s turn to play Jensen couldn’t resist a little bump and grind cock-tease of his own – even though fucking with Jared’s head could easily backfire on him, ‘cause if he did succeed in making Jared lose his cool, Jensen would be right behind him. Still, fair was fair. Jared had had the upper hand all day. Fuck that.
Jensen broke the cuffs and immediately grabbed Jared’s broad shoulders, turning his co-star around and thumping his back into the pillar – not how it was supposed to go, but screw it, if Phil wasn’t going to call Jared on his improv then Jen was free to play too, right?
“Is it war you’re looking for, Luce, or love,” Jensen growled. “’ I’m confused, brother.”
Far from being taken aback, Jared smirked and opened his arms, encouraging Jensen on. “Michael,” he purred. “I’ve missed you.”
Jensen took Jared’s outstretched hands and wrenched them over his head while, at the same time, kicking Jared’s legs apart and wedging his hips between them. Jared’s breath hissed between his teeth but his smirk deepened. ‘Bring it on, babe,’ that haughty lip curl seemed to say.
“And I you.” Instead of kissing him like he was supposed to, Jensen went right for Jared’s throat, taking a nice big chunk of skin between his teeth.
“Oh, fu—” Jared moaned. His left ankle hooked Jensen’s calf as he ground their groins together.
Jensen was expecting Phil to yell cut – it was pretty obvious what Jared had been about to say. Didn’t happen, though, so Jensen kept on going. He gnawed his way down Jared’s throat to his collarbone, and then lower still. So far, they’d avoided each other’s nipples – except for the few sly tweaks Jared had managed to sneak in.
Supernatural was PG. ‘No nipples were played with in the making of this episode,’ may as well be a part of the show’s disclaimer.
Too freakin’ bad.
Jensen ran his tongue ‘round and ‘round Jared’s tiny brown nip until it spiked against his lips. Then he caught the taut nub between his front teeth and tongue-lashed that puppy for all he was worth. And still Phil didn’t call a halt to the proceedings. What was up with that?
Jared let loose with that sexy wolf-whine of his. The subtle rocking of his hips turned into not so subtle thrusts. He wrenched his wrists free of Jensen’s hold and grabbed his hair. “Harder, Jen!”
Jensen smiled into his friend’s skin and bit harder. Gotcha, ya cocky bastard!
“C—” Phil cleared his throat and tried again. “Cut.” There was a collective sigh as the entire crew let out the breaths they’d been holding. “Jared,” Phil said, jerking his chin at him. “A word.”
Jared’s fingers slid from Jensen’s hair. A muscle worked in his jaw, spasming to the same double-time thump as the pulse in his throat. “Don’t you go anywhere,” he told Jensen, his voice lust-husky and Texas-thick. “We’re not finished.”
As soon as Jared’s back was turned, Jensen walked – okay ran – offset. He started to head for his trailer, but then realized that Jared would look there first, so he switched direction. He couldn’t deal with Jared when he was like this. He was too close. Too raw. There was no way he’d be able to refuse the man...anything.
Jensen needed to get somewhere quick, though – right fucking now – because the chafing of his own thighs as he jogged was almost enough to bring him off.
The make-up trailer sat deserted at the opposite end of the row from Jensen’s trailer. Jensen leaped up the three wooden steps and wrenched the door open.
Inside it was dark and cool, navy-blue curtains drawn against Vancouver’s mid-day sun.
Jensen’s hands shook so hard he was having trouble undoing his pants. Before he could accomplish the task the door thwacked open, bouncing off the wall and shaking the whole trailer. “You listen for shit!” Jared panted. He must have been running too. “What part of ‘Don’t go anywhere,’ didn’t you get?” He kicked the door shut and ominously flicked the lock.
Jensen’s heart climbed his throat.   “Jay—”
Jared didn’t let him finish. He moved fast – so fast – fisting his hands in the front of Jensen’s shirt and whirling him around. Jensen slammed into the wall beside the door. The steel window frame on his left dug into his shoulder, but the fleeting pain faded into irrelevance as Jared’s mouth slanted across his own. Jared growled against Jensen’s closed lips, his tongue demanding entry.
Jensen gave up the ghost, opened his mouth, and kissed Jared back with everything he had. His mind might not be quite up to speed on what Jensen was doing, but his body knew exactly what it wanted. His leg rose, entirely of its own accord, to wrap around Jared’s waist and Jensen’s hips canted forward – a blatant invitation.
Jared bent his knees and thrust up, the solid ridge of his thick cock rocking hard into the cleft of Jensen’s ass.
Jensen’s skull smacked the wall. He groaned.
Jared groaned right back, biting and sucking at Jensen’s submissively arched throat. “Fuck,” he said, his tone strained. “You’re gonna have me shooting in my pants again, Jen.” He tugged Jensen’s open shirt down his arms, his teeth sinking into the apple of Jensen’s shoulder. “But I’ll be goddamned if I’m coming first,” he said, twitching his hips away from temptation.
Jensen’s hands ended up behind his back, twisted in the green flannel. He thought his entrapment was accidental until Jared brought the fabric up and over his wrists to tie it off into a knot. Jensen’s legs tried to buckle when he realized that Jared had bound him on purpose. His friend’s body became the only thing holding him up.
Jared’s eyes gleamed in the gloom. “Wanna see you,” he whispered. “Need to—” He blindly reached out and grabbed the curtains, his gaze refusing to leave Jensen’s face. A hard yank on the cheap but strong fabric had the entire curtain rod crashing to the floor.
Jensen hardly even noticed the aluminum rod hitting his arm on the way down. Now Jared’s eyes were gleaming in the bright, noonday sun. Jared had gold in his hazel irises – really pretty golden striations. Funny how Jensen had never noticed that before.
Dust from the felled curtain swirled in the air, looking for all the world like shimmering stardust. A crow’s raucous caw sounded from somewhere outside the trailer. Inside, their panting breaths and thumping hearts were the only sounds to be heard. The moment was surreal – dreamlike and intense.
Jared cupped Jensen’s face like he was made of mist, or sunshine, or something, as if he was afraid Jensen was going to disappear at any second. His long, fine fingers skimmed over Jensen’s temple, his eyebrows, the fan of his eyelashes; they stroked a delicate line down his nose, cheeks, jaw; they traced a reverent line around his lips. “God, you’re beautiful,” Jared said, his words coming out on a sigh, his forehead crumpling. “How can you be so fucking beautiful?”
What a damn stupid thing to say. Anyway, Jensen might ask the same question of Jared.
Since Jensen had no answer to give to such a retarded question – except the standard ‘good genes’ line – and since Jared’s finger still rested against his lower lip – Jensen opened his mouth, curled his tongue around said finger, and sucked it inside. Past time to get back to the ‘making him come’ plan. His balls fuckin’ hurt!
Jared gasped. His eyes widened and then narrowed as he, too, shook off the strange moment. Suddenly, he was rough and impatient at Jensen’s belt. The task might have been made easier if he’d allowed himself the use of both hands, but Jared didn’t seem to want to take back the finger in Jensen’s mouth. In fact...
Jared edged in another finger, stretching out the sides of Jensen’s lips. Jensen took him in all the way, not even gagging when Jared’s fingertips brushed the back of his throat. Then he pushed his tongue between Jared’s fingers to lap at the sensitive webbing.
Jared sucked in another shocked breath and promptly choked on it. “Holy shit!” He grabbed his hard-on through his pants, squeezing the base tight and reluctantly, but quickly, took his hand back.
Jensen’s lips curved in a sly smile. Jared gave him a shaky laugh. “I told you, you prick. Not until you do.”
Like magic, Jensen’s belt came undone. The button on his jeans followed. When his zipper slowly – too slowly – came down, the smile fell off Jensen’s face.
Jared pressed a quick, hard kiss to Jensen’s lips and tugged his jeans down past his hips, but left his white underwear where it was. “When you come,” he whispered. “I wanna hear you scream my name.” Jensen’s breath hitched. It was Jared’s turn to smile.
Jared’s mouth wandered down Jensen’s torso. He spent long, loving minutes at each of Jensen’s nipples, pulling the stiff nubs between his teeth until they were purple with blood and so achingly sensitive every lick had Jensen writhing. Cursing. Begging.
Jensen’s head lolled against the wall. He battled the flannel binding his wrists but either Jared was a flannel tying genius or – more likely – Jensen was just stupidly lust-clumsy. “Goddamnit, Jay,” he moaned, as Jared fell to his knees. “Quit fucking around!” He thrust his hips forward, but couldn’t achieve any satisfactory friction since Jared kept twisting away.
Jared chuckled and nipped the quivering muscles of Jensen’s stomach. “Patience is a virtue,” he berated, swirling his tongue into Jensen’s belly button. Finally, finally, his mouth came over Jensen’s cotton-covered cock. Keeping eye contact, Jared stuck out his tongue and gave Jensen a flat-tongued, lollypop lick through his underwear.
It wasn’t enough. Not near enough. And the beautiful bastard knew it! Jensen wrenched at the fabric wrapped round his wrists, giving it his all. His arms got bruised up, and his shoulder almost dislocated, but the cloth did give. His costume tore in half with a loud, violent sound.
“Phil’s gonna kill you,” Jared said, grinning ear to ear.
“Ask me if I fucking care.” Jensen fisted a hand in Jared’s coifed hair, taking secret satisfaction in messing it up. His other hand yanked out his dick. He was so turned on his teeth were chattering, clicking together in time with the shivers wracking his body.
“Do you fucking care?” Jared breathed, just before his tongue flicked out to lap up a dollop of pre-come. His fingers came to rest over Jensen’s, encouraging Jensen’s palm to move on his own stiff flesh.
Jensen’s, ‘No!’ turned into a, “Nnngh!” The temptation to yank Jared forward – to just bury himself balls deep in his friend’s mouth – was wicked high. But chicks hated that, so probably Jay would too.
“Got quite the sexy Darth Vader thing goin’ on, Jen,” Jared purred, between swipes of his tongue. He was referring to the helmet-like flare of Jensen’s glans. When his teeth caught on the pronounced ridge Jensen had to brace himself against the doorjamb. Damn legs were useless today. “I’ll bet you make—”
“Christ you talk a lot,” Jensen groaned.
Jared’s eyes twinkled. He licked his lips, real obvious and slow. “So make me shut up,” he suggested. His gaze dropped to Jensen’s weeping cock and then rose again. “I’m sure you have something—”
Oh, that was so it! Jensen pushed himself into Jared’s mouth, watching closely to make sure it was okay. He might be insanely horny, but he wasn’t a complete asshole. Jared’s eyelashes fluttered closed. He grabbed Jensen’s ass and pulled him nearer still, moaning around his mouthful as his nose met Jensen’s pubic hair. Guess it was okay.
Man, the way Jared looked. His mouth so hot and pink and lush around Jensen’s cock; his cheeks shadowed hollows in the white-bright light; his long lashes feathery-thick, chocolate-black crescents on his sun-kissed skin. The guy was a total dumbass. He was the beautiful one in this equation. Then there was the way Jared was palming his own impressive erection through his pants while moaning and slurping over Jensen’s...I mean, really, no one had the right to look that sexy – it simply wasn’t fair to everyone else.
It occurred to Jensen, somewhere way in the back of his head where the words – Fuck! and God! and Jay! weren’t running on an endless, looping spiel – that Jared was entirely too adept at this. That friggin’ tongue-thrum thing he was doing every time Jensen pulled back was just too goddamned brilliant to be anything other than learned.
Jensen’s back arched. His toes tried to curl inside his sneakers. Crap. He’d wanted to last longer – like forever – but it wasn’t going to happen. “Jay,” he warned, loosening the vice-like grip he had on his friend’s head. “I’m gonna—”
“Go for it, gorgeous,” Jared took his mouth away long enough to say.
Then he was back, sucking so hard, his tongue fucking thrum-thrumming. Jensen’s teeth tore through his bottom lip in an attempt to stop himself from crying out. His body tensed, the pleasure shooting up his spine to explode behind his eyelids. Just as the first exquisite pulse hit, Jared’s hand crept between Jensen’s legs. His big palm pressed Jensen’s balls up into his body and his fingers stroked over Jensen’s perineum. One hard stroke – from asshole to ballsac.
Jensen lost the battle with his voice. “Jesus Christ!” he hollered, startling a bunch of birds from the tree outside the trailer.
Jared swallowed – and kept right on swallowing – his long throat milking Jensen so damned good. The man was a blowjob God!
Eventually, Jensen lost the battle with his legs too and slid, boneless, down the wall. His cock made a lewd popping sound as it left Jared’s too-good-to-be-true mouth. “Jesus,” Jensen gasped again.
“No, Jared,” Jared said, wrapping his arms around Jensen and pulling him in between his knees. He pressed a kiss to Jensen’s sweaty temple.
“Huh?” was Jensen’s highly intelligent reply. He couldn’t even muster the energy to protest the fact that he was sitting bare-assed on a dirty floor being cuddled like a girl. Aftershocks kept racing across his skin, raising gooseflesh and making him tremble. Jensen laid his cheek against Jared’s broad chest and rode them out in a blissful, fucked-out, daze of contentment.
Jared’s chuff of laughter was felt more than heard. “I wanted you to scream my name, Jen, not Jesus Christ’s.”
“Next time,” Jensen mumbled, curling in closer to Jared’s wonderful warmth. “Promise.” It was when Jared’s heart sped up under his ear that Jensen realized what he’d said. Ah, damn.
He lifted his head to find Jared looking at him with a soft, utterly adoring smile on his face. It was a smile Jensen had often seen Jared give Genevieve when he was, as he said: ‘feeling the big love.’ Jensen had never expected to see it directed at himself. Never mind that Jensen’s own heart kicked into overdrive to be the recipient of such an amazing smile. Just never fuckin’ mind!
Double-damn. Shit. May as well throw a Fuck! in there too. This entire situation was way out of control!
When Jared leaned in to kiss him, Jensen noticed that, besides a beautiful smile, Jared was also wearing a dribble of come on his chin. Without even thinking about it, Jensen swiped it off with his thumb. But then he didn’t know what to do with his thumb. So Jensen kind of held it up and looked at it, like he’d seen never seen come, or a thumb, before.
Hey, wanna know the recipe for stupid? Take some logic defying lust, add an orgasm to beat every other damn orgasm he’d ever had, and then – at the last second – toss in a dash of unexpected love.
Jared chuckled and brought Jensen’s hand to his mouth. The rasp of his tongue made Jensen’s cock twitch with fatigued interest. Fuckidy-fuck-fuck.
An amber light popped on over the door, letting the stars know that filming would resume in five minutes. It was a true saved by the bell...err, light... situation.
Jensen crawled awkwardly off Jared’s lap. He was blushing as he stood to pull up his pants. Dumb, but true.
Jared rose as well, much more graceful than Jensen had been. Jensen winced when he saw the poor guy’s still outrageously apparent hard-on. “Umm. Do you want me to...” His voice cracked. Jensen just couldn’t finish that sentence out loud.
Contrary to what you might expect – the problem wasn’t that Jensen didn’t want to take Jared’s cock in hand, mouth...whatever. Not at all. The problem was that he so badly did.
Jared glanced down and his smile turned sardonic. “You bet I do. Desperately.” He bent to retrieve Jensen’s now useless shirt and handed it over with a shrug. “But being horny seems to help with my ‘spectacularly crappy acting,’ so...”
Jensen's lips twitched. “There’s that,” he agreed, pleased that they could still joke around. Maybe everything wasn’t quite as messed up as he’d thought.
“Hey...are you okay?” Jared stroked big, gentle palms up Jensen’s arms. He ended up with his hands resting on Jensen’s shoulders, thumbs sweeping the sides of his throat. “Are we okay?” His eyes flicked back and forth between Jensen’s own as he waited on his friend’s – lover’s? Gah! – answer.
The light over the door turned from amber to green – meaning Phil was no doubt flipping out back on set. Jensen pulled his friend into a hug. “Sure we are,” he said, burying his nose in Jared’s neck and taking a deep breath of his musky-sweet scent. God he loved the way this man smelled. “’Course we are.”
Jared rocked his cheek against Jensen’s hair. “I hope so,” he whispered, squeezing Jensen so hard it became difficult to breathe.

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