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Yeah, these are a little unpolished, but, well, they just sort of popped out, fully formed, like Athena or something. Ow my head.
Jensen/Jared, PG-13
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scarlett_o "sexy laughter"
Jensen never used to like laughter in bed. It made him uncomfortable, it made him think he was doing something stupid. He remembers the first time a girl who he was having sex with giggled: he freaked the hell out, thinking she was mocking him, and, well, he never did get to come that night. Shut up, he was only seventeen.
With Jared, though. With Jared, everything’s always about laughter. Even before sex became part of the relationship, Jared was always giggling like a little girl at every little thing and getting Jensen into trouble with Eric.
Now, with the physical aspect to their relationship, nothing much has changed. Jensen knows where he stands in Jared’s mind, knows that even if he isn’t doing something wrong, Jared’s likely to mock him anyway. It’s comfortable and easy.
And, admittedly, it helps that Jensen thinks Jared has the sexiest laugh of anyone he’s ever met.
---
You sure the doors are locked, Jared?
Duh, I locked them myself. Don’t be such a scaredy-cat. There’s a thump when Jared pushes Jensen up against the closet’s door, and then the sound of rustling clothes as they both try to get naked as quickly as they can. Jesus, you wear too many layers.
It’s fucking Canada, asshole. Jared laughs low and hearty against Jensen’s ear, and that is just fucking it. Bastard teased him all day, shooting him coy little looks from under his bangs and doing completely inappropriate things to innocent bananas; now he has Jared alone, the boy is going to pay.
Jensen’s clothes are off and he’s on Jared, pushing him back and down to the small, cramped floor. They're too big for this, long limbs skewing every which way, but Jensen locks his hips against Jared's and—fuck—that seems to work nicely.
God, Jensen, God. Jared arches up against him and he struggles valiantly with the urge to jack himself off and just come, already. It’s been less than five minutes and the power of Jared Padalecki has him ready to blow his load. What the hell.
Just to be a bitch, he says, Yeah, I get that a lot. Jared laughs again, and Jensen can feel it all the way down to his toes.
They’re late for first call.
---
Sam/Dean, NC-17
absolutely shameless pwp, for Pornday-Friday with_3amconfession
"Look at you, baby, all gagged and bound like a slut," Dean says, voice colored with affection. "You like it, don't you? You're getting off on those ropes digging into your wrists, drawing blood."
Sam whimpers, shifting against the restraints.
His brother sucks in a breath, keeps talking. "Do you ever think about that, Sammy? We're the same; my blood is running through your veins right now, I can hear it," Dean stops, stepping forward into Sam's line of sight and leaning forward. "I wonder if it even tastes like mine. I know your spunk does--salty, thick, just a little bitter. Love the taste of you on my tongue, Sammy."
"Dean," Sam tries to moan through the cloth gag, because, God, this is just too much, too much, he can't take it. "Dean."
"You want me to untie you, huh? Want me to take that gag out and make you scream on my cock?"
He nods, quick and desperate.
"Too bad," Dean says, punishingly. "You're gonna come, just like this, baby, nothing touching your cock but the air. And you're gonna come hard, when I tell you to."
No, no, no, he can't.
"Yes, you can, and you will. I'll get you there, don't worry, but we're gonna play this my way," Dean says and sits back down on the bed across from where Sam is tied to the hotel room chair. He starts tugging slowly on his blood-heavy cock, lingering at the head and arching his hips obscenely. "Watch me, Sam, don't close your eyes."
Sam watches, helpless and mesmerized by the slick, easy slide of Dean's hand over his dick.
"D’you my favorite part of fucking you? I love watching you come apart, break into tiny little pieces that only I can put back together. You always make the hottest sound, Sam; gets me off every time. That one you make when I press my dick hard right behind your balls?”
Sam groans, guttural and low, before he can stop himself.
“Yeah, that one,” Dean pants, stroking faster now. “So fucking sexy, Sam. I’m so close.”
It’s all Sam can do to stave off his own orgasm. God, his brother is gorgeous, all sweat, precome and hard lines.
“Come on, little brother, come for me. Wanna see you come. Now.”
And he didn’t even know he could but fuck if anything like ‘can’ and ‘can’t’ ever stopped Dean when he really wanted something, and apparently he wants this a lot. Sam’s orgasm leaves him shaking and sobbing, cutting his bound wrists and ankles against the course ropes when he falls forward, unable to support his own weight.
“God, Sam, so fucking hot,” he hears Dean breathe, and then a shuddering gasp as Dean comes over his own fist.
---
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Jensen/Jared, PG-13
prompted by
scarlett_o "sexy laughter"Jensen never used to like laughter in bed. It made him uncomfortable, it made him think he was doing something stupid. He remembers the first time a girl who he was having sex with giggled: he freaked the hell out, thinking she was mocking him, and, well, he never did get to come that night. Shut up, he was only seventeen.
With Jared, though. With Jared, everything’s always about laughter. Even before sex became part of the relationship, Jared was always giggling like a little girl at every little thing and getting Jensen into trouble with Eric.
Now, with the physical aspect to their relationship, nothing much has changed. Jensen knows where he stands in Jared’s mind, knows that even if he isn’t doing something wrong, Jared’s likely to mock him anyway. It’s comfortable and easy.
And, admittedly, it helps that Jensen thinks Jared has the sexiest laugh of anyone he’s ever met.
---
You sure the doors are locked, Jared?
Duh, I locked them myself. Don’t be such a scaredy-cat. There’s a thump when Jared pushes Jensen up against the closet’s door, and then the sound of rustling clothes as they both try to get naked as quickly as they can. Jesus, you wear too many layers.
It’s fucking Canada, asshole. Jared laughs low and hearty against Jensen’s ear, and that is just fucking it. Bastard teased him all day, shooting him coy little looks from under his bangs and doing completely inappropriate things to innocent bananas; now he has Jared alone, the boy is going to pay.
Jensen’s clothes are off and he’s on Jared, pushing him back and down to the small, cramped floor. They're too big for this, long limbs skewing every which way, but Jensen locks his hips against Jared's and—fuck—that seems to work nicely.
God, Jensen, God. Jared arches up against him and he struggles valiantly with the urge to jack himself off and just come, already. It’s been less than five minutes and the power of Jared Padalecki has him ready to blow his load. What the hell.
Just to be a bitch, he says, Yeah, I get that a lot. Jared laughs again, and Jensen can feel it all the way down to his toes.
They’re late for first call.
---
Sam/Dean, NC-17
absolutely shameless pwp, for Pornday-Friday with
_3amconfession"Look at you, baby, all gagged and bound like a slut," Dean says, voice colored with affection. "You like it, don't you? You're getting off on those ropes digging into your wrists, drawing blood."
Sam whimpers, shifting against the restraints.
His brother sucks in a breath, keeps talking. "Do you ever think about that, Sammy? We're the same; my blood is running through your veins right now, I can hear it," Dean stops, stepping forward into Sam's line of sight and leaning forward. "I wonder if it even tastes like mine. I know your spunk does--salty, thick, just a little bitter. Love the taste of you on my tongue, Sammy."
"Dean," Sam tries to moan through the cloth gag, because, God, this is just too much, too much, he can't take it. "Dean."
"You want me to untie you, huh? Want me to take that gag out and make you scream on my cock?"
He nods, quick and desperate.
"Too bad," Dean says, punishingly. "You're gonna come, just like this, baby, nothing touching your cock but the air. And you're gonna come hard, when I tell you to."
No, no, no, he can't.
"Yes, you can, and you will. I'll get you there, don't worry, but we're gonna play this my way," Dean says and sits back down on the bed across from where Sam is tied to the hotel room chair. He starts tugging slowly on his blood-heavy cock, lingering at the head and arching his hips obscenely. "Watch me, Sam, don't close your eyes."
Sam watches, helpless and mesmerized by the slick, easy slide of Dean's hand over his dick.
"D’you my favorite part of fucking you? I love watching you come apart, break into tiny little pieces that only I can put back together. You always make the hottest sound, Sam; gets me off every time. That one you make when I press my dick hard right behind your balls?”
Sam groans, guttural and low, before he can stop himself.
“Yeah, that one,” Dean pants, stroking faster now. “So fucking sexy, Sam. I’m so close.”
It’s all Sam can do to stave off his own orgasm. God, his brother is gorgeous, all sweat, precome and hard lines.
“Come on, little brother, come for me. Wanna see you come. Now.”
And he didn’t even know he could but fuck if anything like ‘can’ and ‘can’t’ ever stopped Dean when he really wanted something, and apparently he wants this a lot. Sam’s orgasm leaves him shaking and sobbing, cutting his bound wrists and ankles against the course ropes when he falls forward, unable to support his own weight.
“God, Sam, so fucking hot,” he hears Dean breathe, and then a shuddering gasp as Dean comes over his own fist.
---
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God, how many sentences can I start with "Because..." My English teacher must be dying somewhere right now.
Also, I only wrote out that whole big comment becuause I wanted to say va-jay-jay, heh.no subject
I...am babbling. Pls just stop reading if you don't want to hear me go on and on and on about Dean's character.
Personally, it seems to me that Dean is less interested in relationships, and more interested in just getting the hell off, and soon. They're constantly on the move, and have been ever seen Dean was really young. I can imagine that early on, he tried to have regular girlfriends, he tried to play the normal one, but he just had too much responsibility and too much dedication to (his father and) the cause.
And, well, he already loves Sam, doesn't he? It's pretty hard to even attempt to see it otherwise. Sam's the most important thing in his entire life, especially after John goes off on his own and Sam spends an entire year by his side. I can see that VERY MUCH messing with Dean's mind, having that one constant presence, who he loves so so much right there.
...i'm gonna shut up now.