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Fic: It's All About Intention (adult)
I'm in a mood, so you all know the drill. Porn to be found at the bottom of this post, written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vileseagulls because I loff. But first! I have a question for all of you.
Frances and I were talking; she said, "And you say I write dirty. Dude, LOOK at yourself." I was sort of amused, but mostly embarassed, because, see, I don't find the stuff that I write arousing. I know I'm kind of a kinky bitch - proud, even! - but when I read through my stuff, I twitch and suddenly want to change things all over the place.
So I was wondering, how many other authors out there don't get off on their own stuff? Is this normal? Am I weird? Don't answer that last one.
Anyway, I won't keep you. On to the porn! And first three prompts will get ficlets.
It's All About Intention [Adult] ~400
Jared/Jensen - prompt "glass doors"
vileseagulls because I loff. But first! I have a question for all of you. Frances and I were talking; she said, "And you say I write dirty. Dude, LOOK at yourself." I was sort of amused, but mostly embarassed, because, see, I don't find the stuff that I write arousing. I know I'm kind of a kinky bitch - proud, even! - but when I read through my stuff, I twitch and suddenly want to change things all over the place.
So I was wondering, how many other authors out there don't get off on their own stuff? Is this normal? Am I weird? Don't answer that last one.
Anyway, I won't keep you. On to the porn! And first three prompts will get ficlets.
Jared/Jensen - prompt "glass doors"
as soon as the bell hop bows himself out and the door clicks closed behind him, jared's on jensen, pushing him up against the nearest wall and bending to nip and suck at those tempting, full lips.
jared, jensen manages through a moan, jared, what are you doing? cut it out, we gotta be downstairs in ten minutes. he plants his hands in the middle of jared's chest and pushes, but jared is made almost entirely of muscle and won't be moved.
he runs his tongue along the crease of jensen's mouth and says, we have a balcony, jen. did you see it? i wanna fuck you up against those big, spotless glass doors. wanna make a mess of ‘em.
jensen doesn’t really have an defenses against that kind of talk, so before he knows it, jared’s manhandling him across the room to the doors, pulling down his jeans and kicking his bare legs apart. there isn’t even any kind of warning, just the barely-there rustle of clothing as jared digs into his pocket, and then there are two slick fingers pressing relentlessly into jensen, stinging as they spread him open.
does it hurt? jared asks, a little too gleefully. does it? tell me it hurts, tell me you want more.
jensen claws at the glass in front of him, trying to find something to hold on to, something to keep his attention so he doesn’t just come. his fingernails slide uselessly over the smooth surface.
c’mon, jared says, c’mon, baby, talk to me. his fingers twist sharply, sending a bolt of – of something jensen doesn’t want to name straight to his cock. jared’s fingers mimic that same move again, but slower, with less force – like a tease – and that’s enough to get jensen talking.
fuck me, please, i want it to hurt. want your cock in me. he moans, rocking back when jared rewards with him with another, crueler thrust in. do it now, jared. please.
jared makes a sound like he’s considering it and tucks a third finger in with the first two, not giving jensen time to adjust before he curls them all and rakes them mercilessly over jensen’s prostate.
that’s all jensen can take, no matter how much he wants jared to fuck him. he barely manages a sobbed warning and then he’s coming hard across the clear window, cock jerking with the force, his knees giving out from under him.
when his senses come back to him, jared’s strong arm is around his waist, holding him up, and jared is whispering in his ear, so good, you’re so good. look at what you did, jen – gorgeous.
jensen pries his eyes open long enough to glance at the door, see it painted with white ropes of his come. his breath catches and jared's thumb rubs across his hip. we'd better get to that interview, he says.
jared, jensen manages through a moan, jared, what are you doing? cut it out, we gotta be downstairs in ten minutes. he plants his hands in the middle of jared's chest and pushes, but jared is made almost entirely of muscle and won't be moved.
he runs his tongue along the crease of jensen's mouth and says, we have a balcony, jen. did you see it? i wanna fuck you up against those big, spotless glass doors. wanna make a mess of ‘em.
jensen doesn’t really have an defenses against that kind of talk, so before he knows it, jared’s manhandling him across the room to the doors, pulling down his jeans and kicking his bare legs apart. there isn’t even any kind of warning, just the barely-there rustle of clothing as jared digs into his pocket, and then there are two slick fingers pressing relentlessly into jensen, stinging as they spread him open.
does it hurt? jared asks, a little too gleefully. does it? tell me it hurts, tell me you want more.
jensen claws at the glass in front of him, trying to find something to hold on to, something to keep his attention so he doesn’t just come. his fingernails slide uselessly over the smooth surface.
c’mon, jared says, c’mon, baby, talk to me. his fingers twist sharply, sending a bolt of – of something jensen doesn’t want to name straight to his cock. jared’s fingers mimic that same move again, but slower, with less force – like a tease – and that’s enough to get jensen talking.
fuck me, please, i want it to hurt. want your cock in me. he moans, rocking back when jared rewards with him with another, crueler thrust in. do it now, jared. please.
jared makes a sound like he’s considering it and tucks a third finger in with the first two, not giving jensen time to adjust before he curls them all and rakes them mercilessly over jensen’s prostate.
that’s all jensen can take, no matter how much he wants jared to fuck him. he barely manages a sobbed warning and then he’s coming hard across the clear window, cock jerking with the force, his knees giving out from under him.
when his senses come back to him, jared’s strong arm is around his waist, holding him up, and jared is whispering in his ear, so good, you’re so good. look at what you did, jen – gorgeous.
jensen pries his eyes open long enough to glance at the door, see it painted with white ropes of his come. his breath catches and jared's thumb rubs across his hip. we'd better get to that interview, he says.
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I dunno who I'd have in a sort of fanficcy sense. Mal off Firefly and Jack off Torchwood??! Ooh!
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Mystery solved ;D