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AIM Ficlet! I blame Jules!
I have a feeling that a few people are going to stone me for this (COUGHROBIN) but Jules told me in no uncertain terms that I had to post it, so here I am. Posting it.
First off, some loving education, just in case any of you don't know the players in this little game. Jared Padalecki is a giant man-boy who sometimes takes off his shirt and shows us how pretty he is. Surely you all know him. Jensen Ackles is equally pretty and muscled, and has some of the most obscene lips on the face of the planet. You know him too, probably. However, Joe Flanigan - sometimes affectionately referred to as The Flan - is someone you might not know, if you, uh, live under a rock. He has a glorious mop of hair that defies all laws of conventional physics, a lovingly crafted and very symmetrical face, and he is what we in the trade like to call 'slinky'.
unamaga: JARREDDDD
schneestern: also JEFF
schneestern: yum
schneestern: i think jeff and joe flanigan need to get together and fuck
schneestern: i would strongly support that
unamaga: ...i think the flan and jensen or jared in the same room would guarantee my death
schneestern: DUDE
schneestern: THREESOME!
unamaga: FUUUCCCKKK
schneestern: yes indeed
unamaga: *weak flailing*
schneestern: like OMG
schneestern: okay this:
schneestern: all of them naked and jensen has one hand fisted in jared's hair, long strands curling around his fingers and the other hand slips into joe's hair and then he's lightly pushing their heads so that jared and joe kiss.
unamaga: .......!!!!!!!!!!!
unamaga: *SQUIRM*
unamaga: OH MY GOD
unamaga: jensen's hand in joe's hair oh my god
schneestern: i think i just blew my own mind
unamaga: GOD and you know that joe would be all husky, rough laughter and agile limbs - "makin' me feel old" - where jensen and jared are stocky and smooth-skinned and baby-faced
schneestern: DUDE
schneestern: mel you're making me all squirmy here. just the thought of that.
schneestern: seriously
unamaga: and jensen and jared know each other so well, they can just share a look over joe's spiky hair, and then they're working together to get his clothes off and jared's leaning down to mouth at joe's neck and shoulder while jensen falls to his knees and pulls joe's cock out. joe lets out a little shocked moan and tips his head back against jared's smooth bicep when jensen's full mouth slides down around him, casual and confident enough to show he knows what he's doing, but still exploratory, learning what joe likes with quick, playful swipes of his tongue and gentle presses of his fingers.
soon enough, joe's got his own capable hand tangled with jared's in jensen's short hair, cupping the back of his head and guiding him along to a steady, lingering pace. joe still can't look down, because he's not a fucking teenager anymore, he can't get it back up as fast as he wants, and he'll come if he sees those obscene lips stretched wide around his cock. jared's mouth isn't helping, dragging down the pale line of joe's throat, over his adam's apple, following the soft crinkle of hair down his chest.
there's a sudden pause in jensen's rhythm, synced with the drop of jared's head and the brush of his bangs against joe's skin, and then - fuck, then - the two of them are switching places: jared sinking down to his knees next to jensen and taking up where jensen left off with barely a moment in between for joe to feel air on his cock, and jensen's slipping around behind joe, one strong arm locking around joe's waist to keep him upright.
joe manages a half-choked burst of shocky laughter before jensen's mouth is on his, awkward angle making their tongues slip messily, and jensen's fingers are flirting down the curve of his spine with obvious intent. jared's lips curl around the head of his cock, a half-smile - "we'll take care of you, old man," jensen drawls teasingly, and his finger slides into joe, wet with saliva and burning, fuck, so good.
feeling nineteen all over again, joe gasps and squirms, digs his fingers into the back of jared's neck to try and summon up some kind of control; jensen's shoulders are strong and young behind him, and the only lines around jared's eyes are from laughter - it's insane, the two of them put together are only a few years older than he is, but, god, then jensen's finger twists just right and hits joe where he needs and he can't think of anything more coherent than yes and please and just like that.
a slow, dirty slurping noise, and jared pulls off, his lips red and bruised and curled in a smirk. his teeth flash when he scrapes them over joe's hips, just as jensen's second finger pushes in, and joe's ridiculously grateful for the plain ceiling, for the cracks in the plaster he can count and focus on. the other two move in tandem again without a word spoken between them: jared stands up fluidly and fists a hand in joe's hair, forcing his head down so he has to look, has to kiss and reach out with both hands for jared's broad shoulders; jensen huffs out a laugh against joe's ear, makes him shiver, and adds a third finger, twisting a little in a way that joe's gonna feel in the morning.
in a distant part of his mind that isn't invested in jared's mouth and jensen's thick fingers, joe dimly remembers that both of them still have their jeans on, rough denim scraping against joe's bare skin - "oh god," he mumbles breathlessly, and jared laughs at him, eyes on jensen's over joe's shoulder.
jensen's free hand, still curled around joe's stomach, starts to unbutton jared's jeans, movements a little clumsy and unpracticed, hard to coordinate with the rough in-and-out his other fingers are engaged in; joe tries to help, reaching down to tug on jared's fly, and gets a sharp bite on his jaw and a swat of jensen's hand for his troubles. the message comes through loud and clear - mine - and joe feels a sort of panicky twist in his stomach when he abruptly realizes just how far beyond his control this entire situation has gotten. but jensen's fingers are slowly pulling out of him and jared's hand is around his cock, a loose, teasing pull that fries joe's brain and makes him stutter out embarrassing, rough pleads.
he doesn't notice the quiet kiss that jensen's steals over his shoulder or the way one of jared's hands has gotten behind his back - not until the blunt, hot tip of jensen's cock is pressing into him, slick and sticky and covered in latex. it stings at first, and then jared's hand, still slippery, wraps around his cock next to the first and strokes up firmly, and joe can't remember his own name. jared's laughing again; it's so fucking out of place, so clear and young and warm, joe's coming before jensen even manages a fourth thrust.
the world goes kind of brown and purple for a minute, and when joe comes back to himself, he's propped up against the nearest wall. jensen and jared and making out like horny teenagers less than a foot away: one of jensen's hands is in jared's shaggy hair, the other low on his back, sliding down over the curve of jared's ass, and jared's all but mauling jensen's mouth while he jerks him off roughly. joe swallows hard, wishes he were young enough to go again, because the condom's already been tossed off to the side and jensen's keening into jared's shiny mouth as he comes all over jared's big hand.
they don't notice when joe slides down the wall and thumps his head back, too caught up in each other, but he watches, trying to remember when he was that young, that wicked. jared's fingers, sticky with jensen's release, close around his own cock and stroke up a few times; jensen's already turning around and bracing himself against the back of a nearby chair, his legs apart for balance. it takes a minute before joe catches on, and by then jared's already sliding into jensen, one fluid, long push that has jensen's back arching and his mouth falling open.
there's nothing that looks like pain or discomfort on jensen's face; in fact, once jared starts thrusting forward, steady, the lines around jensen's mouth relax and his eyes go dark and glossy. he murmurs something - joe can't hear - and jared stiffens up for a minute as he comes. they slump down into a heap of sweaty limbs and messy kisses almost immediately. joe bites the inside of his wrist to keep quiet.
schneestern: \o/
schneestern: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW
unamaga: *COLLAPSES*
First off, some loving education, just in case any of you don't know the players in this little game. Jared Padalecki is a giant man-boy who sometimes takes off his shirt and shows us how pretty he is. Surely you all know him. Jensen Ackles is equally pretty and muscled, and has some of the most obscene lips on the face of the planet. You know him too, probably. However, Joe Flanigan - sometimes affectionately referred to as The Flan - is someone you might not know, if you, uh, live under a rock. He has a glorious mop of hair that defies all laws of conventional physics, a lovingly crafted and very symmetrical face, and he is what we in the trade like to call 'slinky'.
unamaga: JARREDDDD
schneestern: also JEFF
schneestern: yum
schneestern: i think jeff and joe flanigan need to get together and fuck
schneestern: i would strongly support that
unamaga: ...i think the flan and jensen or jared in the same room would guarantee my death
schneestern: DUDE
schneestern: THREESOME!
unamaga: FUUUCCCKKK
schneestern: yes indeed
unamaga: *weak flailing*
schneestern: like OMG
schneestern: okay this:
schneestern: all of them naked and jensen has one hand fisted in jared's hair, long strands curling around his fingers and the other hand slips into joe's hair and then he's lightly pushing their heads so that jared and joe kiss.
unamaga: .......!!!!!!!!!!!
unamaga: *SQUIRM*
unamaga: OH MY GOD
unamaga: jensen's hand in joe's hair oh my god
schneestern: i think i just blew my own mind
unamaga: GOD and you know that joe would be all husky, rough laughter and agile limbs - "makin' me feel old" - where jensen and jared are stocky and smooth-skinned and baby-faced
schneestern: DUDE
schneestern: mel you're making me all squirmy here. just the thought of that.
schneestern: seriously
unamaga: and jensen and jared know each other so well, they can just share a look over joe's spiky hair, and then they're working together to get his clothes off and jared's leaning down to mouth at joe's neck and shoulder while jensen falls to his knees and pulls joe's cock out. joe lets out a little shocked moan and tips his head back against jared's smooth bicep when jensen's full mouth slides down around him, casual and confident enough to show he knows what he's doing, but still exploratory, learning what joe likes with quick, playful swipes of his tongue and gentle presses of his fingers.
soon enough, joe's got his own capable hand tangled with jared's in jensen's short hair, cupping the back of his head and guiding him along to a steady, lingering pace. joe still can't look down, because he's not a fucking teenager anymore, he can't get it back up as fast as he wants, and he'll come if he sees those obscene lips stretched wide around his cock. jared's mouth isn't helping, dragging down the pale line of joe's throat, over his adam's apple, following the soft crinkle of hair down his chest.
there's a sudden pause in jensen's rhythm, synced with the drop of jared's head and the brush of his bangs against joe's skin, and then - fuck, then - the two of them are switching places: jared sinking down to his knees next to jensen and taking up where jensen left off with barely a moment in between for joe to feel air on his cock, and jensen's slipping around behind joe, one strong arm locking around joe's waist to keep him upright.
joe manages a half-choked burst of shocky laughter before jensen's mouth is on his, awkward angle making their tongues slip messily, and jensen's fingers are flirting down the curve of his spine with obvious intent. jared's lips curl around the head of his cock, a half-smile - "we'll take care of you, old man," jensen drawls teasingly, and his finger slides into joe, wet with saliva and burning, fuck, so good.
feeling nineteen all over again, joe gasps and squirms, digs his fingers into the back of jared's neck to try and summon up some kind of control; jensen's shoulders are strong and young behind him, and the only lines around jared's eyes are from laughter - it's insane, the two of them put together are only a few years older than he is, but, god, then jensen's finger twists just right and hits joe where he needs and he can't think of anything more coherent than yes and please and just like that.
a slow, dirty slurping noise, and jared pulls off, his lips red and bruised and curled in a smirk. his teeth flash when he scrapes them over joe's hips, just as jensen's second finger pushes in, and joe's ridiculously grateful for the plain ceiling, for the cracks in the plaster he can count and focus on. the other two move in tandem again without a word spoken between them: jared stands up fluidly and fists a hand in joe's hair, forcing his head down so he has to look, has to kiss and reach out with both hands for jared's broad shoulders; jensen huffs out a laugh against joe's ear, makes him shiver, and adds a third finger, twisting a little in a way that joe's gonna feel in the morning.
in a distant part of his mind that isn't invested in jared's mouth and jensen's thick fingers, joe dimly remembers that both of them still have their jeans on, rough denim scraping against joe's bare skin - "oh god," he mumbles breathlessly, and jared laughs at him, eyes on jensen's over joe's shoulder.
jensen's free hand, still curled around joe's stomach, starts to unbutton jared's jeans, movements a little clumsy and unpracticed, hard to coordinate with the rough in-and-out his other fingers are engaged in; joe tries to help, reaching down to tug on jared's fly, and gets a sharp bite on his jaw and a swat of jensen's hand for his troubles. the message comes through loud and clear - mine - and joe feels a sort of panicky twist in his stomach when he abruptly realizes just how far beyond his control this entire situation has gotten. but jensen's fingers are slowly pulling out of him and jared's hand is around his cock, a loose, teasing pull that fries joe's brain and makes him stutter out embarrassing, rough pleads.
he doesn't notice the quiet kiss that jensen's steals over his shoulder or the way one of jared's hands has gotten behind his back - not until the blunt, hot tip of jensen's cock is pressing into him, slick and sticky and covered in latex. it stings at first, and then jared's hand, still slippery, wraps around his cock next to the first and strokes up firmly, and joe can't remember his own name. jared's laughing again; it's so fucking out of place, so clear and young and warm, joe's coming before jensen even manages a fourth thrust.
the world goes kind of brown and purple for a minute, and when joe comes back to himself, he's propped up against the nearest wall. jensen and jared and making out like horny teenagers less than a foot away: one of jensen's hands is in jared's shaggy hair, the other low on his back, sliding down over the curve of jared's ass, and jared's all but mauling jensen's mouth while he jerks him off roughly. joe swallows hard, wishes he were young enough to go again, because the condom's already been tossed off to the side and jensen's keening into jared's shiny mouth as he comes all over jared's big hand.
they don't notice when joe slides down the wall and thumps his head back, too caught up in each other, but he watches, trying to remember when he was that young, that wicked. jared's fingers, sticky with jensen's release, close around his own cock and stroke up a few times; jensen's already turning around and bracing himself against the back of a nearby chair, his legs apart for balance. it takes a minute before joe catches on, and by then jared's already sliding into jensen, one fluid, long push that has jensen's back arching and his mouth falling open.
there's nothing that looks like pain or discomfort on jensen's face; in fact, once jared starts thrusting forward, steady, the lines around jensen's mouth relax and his eyes go dark and glossy. he murmurs something - joe can't hear - and jared stiffens up for a minute as he comes. they slump down into a heap of sweaty limbs and messy kisses almost immediately. joe bites the inside of his wrist to keep quiet.
schneestern: \o/
schneestern: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW
unamaga: *COLLAPSES*
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*combusts*
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*curtsies*
And I LOVE YOU, as well. :D
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I do so love pasta. <333
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<333
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I make a mean spaghetti sauce. AND a tasty lasagna. :D
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Cheers, darling. <33
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I WANT THE PILLS TOO! WHERE DID YOU GET THEM AND HOW SOON CAN I HAVE THEM?!?!(x1000)
But seriously, this whole post is made of awesome. *thanksyou*
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I am one of those people who lives under a rock and only VAGUELY knows who this Joe kid is and OMG YOU JUST KILLED ME SO DEAD THAT I CANNOT BREATHE.
*whimpers*
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JUST A LITTLE.
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I was someone who watched a bit of BSG, went "eh, this is a bit dark and depressing for me and I'm not really sold on it" and then never watched any more, and SGA is a TOTALLY different experience.
It's all fun and squeeful, and everyone loves each other and is incredibly pretty (John! Teyla! Rodney! Ronon! Carson!), and also the fic is AWESOME.
Pimp post for your enlightenment. (http://immoralilly.livejournal.com/184376.html)
And now I'm going to back away and leave you in peace.
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You are all dirty, dirty enablers.
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aim me at gutterflied and I can help you with that one.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Joe = luckiest man on the PLANET
You = CAUSER OF FANGIRL DEATH
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*ded*
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Especially when Jensen slaps Joe's hand away... guuuuh.
♥
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And this thing is still hot like burning at 11am in the morning. I cannot even...I am still in complete awe at where this actually came from. You're wonderful darling!
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*dies* god, the way Jensen and Jared are so in tune. Beautiful.
JOE'S HAIR.
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oh my god. Just. omg. i didn't even mind jared and i usually mind jared but oh god that was hot and joe being so old and not like, decrepit old, but just aware old and I think that made it hotter, god oh god.