Supernatural RPS fic: One-Man-Show (1/1) Jensen/Jared

[agt_spooky]

Title: One-Man-Show (Times Two)
Author: agt_spooky
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: RPS fic!
Disclaimer: It’s RPS, people. It obviously never happened!
Summary: Jared’s been sick for days, so Jensen takes matters into his own hands. Literally.
Author's Notes: Umm, just click on the link for an explanation of how this story came about.

Ok, so here’s the deal. I originally wrote this as a Wincest story. I was very proud of my first PWP and wanted to share it with my best buddy. Only problem is, she doesn’t do Wincest. [sigh] But I love her anyway. I really wanted her opinion on it, though. So how to get her to read it? Ah, ha! Rewrite it as Jensen/Jared RPS fic! Which I did, and which she loved. :-) Only problem was, now I liked both versions!

So you, dear reader, get to choose. Below is the RPS version, or click here and be taken to the Wincest version.

Either way, I hope you enjoy!

 
One-Man-Show (Times Two)

By AgtSpooky

 

It was the feeling of no longer moving that woke Jared from his light sleep. The familiar thwap-thwap-thwap of the tires of Jensen's truck against the blacktop had been replaced by silence.

Wondering why they had stopped, and why Jensen hadn't woken him, Jared slowly opened his eyes, blinking…and his mouth opened at the sight that greeted him.

Jensen was slouched down in the driver's seat, head pressed between the seat and the door frame, eyes closed…his jeans and boxers pushed down around his ankles, legs spread wide, his hand slowly stroking his cock. Jensen's other hand had pushed up his shirt, his thumb brushing over his nipple repeatedly.

Jared swallowed deeply, eyes widening as all of the blood from his upstairs brain immediately fled to his downstairs one as he watched his lover pleasure himself.

It looked like the last four days had finally gotten to Jensen, and Jared could sympathize with his need for release. He, too, had been miserable, suffering from a common cold that had left him tired and cranky and just out of sorts - ruining their four day weekend trip to a cabin on the lake up north. He'd been in no shape to hike or fish, or, more importantly, be intimate with Jensen. Not that he hadn't wanted to, in mind and spirit, his body just didn't want to cooperate.

Now, however, it seemed to be rethinking matters.

The one-man-show next to him seemed to have just gotten started, Jensen's cock lengthening as he watched his lover slowly stroke it. Jensen's eyes remained closed, his tongue darting out to wet his full lips, his breathing starting to increase as he touched himself.

Jared watched as Jensen's hand left his chest to travel slowly down his own body, down past his stomach, his cock, to cup his heavy balls and roll them gently in his hand. Jensen arched his back slightly, biting his lip, trying to remain quiet.

Jared's breath hitched at the sight, his own cock stirring to life inside his jeans.

"…god…"

He hadn't realized he'd spoken that out loud until Jensen's eyes snapped open, his face immediately starting to flush at having been caught. Although the sexual aspect to their relationship had been going on for nearly six months and they'd tried and done many things, masturbating in front of one another was not one of them.

Jensen stilled his hands, averting his eyes from Jared's gaze and reached for his pants.

Jared quickly reached out a hand, laying it on Jensen's bare knee. "Wait," he whispered, his voice low and deep. "Don't stop…I wanna watch…"

Jensen looked back at Jared and swallowed, Jared could practically see the wheels turning in his lover's head, then Jensen's eyes darkened and he gave Jared a smirk and a wink and nodded his head. Jared withdrew his hand as Jensen settled back against the seat once more, closing his eyes and blowing out a breath. His cock had softened somewhat and he started stroking it again.

Watching Jensen do this in front of him was unbelievably hot and arousing, but Jared wanted more, wanted to participate in Jensen's pleasure.

"Talk to me, Jen," Jared said quietly, his voice rough with desire. "What are you thinking about?"

Jensen kept his eyes closed as he answered, "You, Jare…always you."

"What am I doing?" Jared wanted to know. "Am I sucking you off?"

"Mmmm, yeah…god, I love your mouth, Jare…" Jensen breathed, speeding up his strokes. "Hot and wet…damn…"

"Shit," Jared muttered, fumbling for the button and zipper on his jeans. His own cock was demanding attention, wanting out of it's denim confines. Jared wiggled, pushing his pants and boxers down, taking himself in hand. He sighed as he wrapped his hand around his hot, hard length.

He began stroking himself in synch with Jensen, becoming more aroused by the second, masturbating beside him.

"Tell me more," Jared demanded. "Am I using my tongue?"

"Ah, hell yeah," Jensen answered with a smile. "You know just how to do it, right over the head…" He gave a small gasp as he ran his thumb over the head of his cock, smearing the clear fluid around. "Now you're sucking me, hard, like you know I like it. You're so good, Jare…"

Jared groaned at the sight, feeling himself begin to leak as well. "What - what else am I doing?" Jared panted, his breathing accelerating, watching Jensen.

"You're touching me here…" Jensen trailed off, his other hand returning to cup his balls and roll them in their sac. "God, Jare…"

"Fuck," Jared ground out, reaching down to cup his own balls, mirroring Jensen's actions. The air in the truck was getting warm, the windows beginning to steam up, the smell of arousal thick and intoxicating.

Jensen's hairline was damp with sweat, head pushed back against the seat, eyes tightly closed, mouth open, breathing in short pants, legs spread wide. He was sex, pure and simple.

"More, Jare…" Jensen moaned, his strokes getting faster, the sound of skin on skin from the now two-man-show loud in the confines of the truck. "Please…"

"Anything, Jen," Jared answered, spreading his own legs as wide as they could go, never taking his eyes off Jensen. "What do you want? Tell me…"

"In - inside you," Jensen panted. "I want inside you, Jare…"

"God…" Jared had to stop and squeeze his cock tightly, feeling his climax start to build. He desperately wanted to come, but not yet, not before Jensen. He took a breath, getting himself back under control. "Yeah, yeah, Jen…do it. I'm ready for you… Talk to me, keep talking…"

"I'm behind you on the bed, pressed up against you," Jensen told him, losing himself in his imagination. "I bend you over, on all fours, like I know you like it."

"Shit, yeah," Jared agreed, easily picturing the scene in his head. "Keep going…"

"I've already stretched you," Jensen continued, never stopping his stroking. "Are you ready - ready for me, Jare?" Jensen stuttered as his breath caught in his throat.

"God, yes, Jen…please…" Jared's heart was beating madly in his chest, trying to pound it's way out. He wasn't going to last much longer, cock now slick with his pre-come, his hand sliding easily up and down it, his own skin coated in a sheen of sweat.

Jared watched as Jensen stopped his stroking, but kept his fist wrapped around his cock, now flushed red, the head even darker. His other hand left his balls to lay on the leather seat. Jensen's hips suddenly bucked up, cock sliding through his fist, as if he was really penetrating Jared. "Ah, god!" he moaned. "Yeah!"

Jared gasped, knowing it wasn't real, but swearing he could feel Jensen slide inside him. "Christ, Jen!"

"Yeah, can you feel me, Jare? Fuck, you're so tight, wanna go deeper…" he rambled, hand moving on his cock once again, faster and harder now, his hips jerking slightly, erratically.

Jared closed his eyes, briefly, imagining the feel of Jensen buried inside him, sliding in and out. "I can feel you, Jen…it's so damn good…" His hand left his balls to dip further down, back behind, one finger circling his opening, pressing against it…

He forced his eyes open, needing to watch Jensen. "Harder, Jen…c'mon, give it to me…"

Jensen squeezed his eyes shut even tighter, made a keening noise in the back of his throat and Jared knew this was it…

"Yeah, Jen, yeah…" he encouraged him, on the precipice of orgasm himself. "Wanna watch you come, wanna watch you come…"

"Oh fuck, oh fuck…Jare!" Jensen's eyes flew open, hazel eyes locked with hazel eyes as his back arched and climax tore through him. Jensen shook as thick jets of white fluid erupted from his cock, coating his hand, his stomach, his chest.

"Jare…" he breathed harshly, reaching out with his semen coated hand.

Jared moaned from deep inside his chest, licking Jensen's fingers. The first taste of his lover was his undoing. His finger breached his entrance and Jared was flying apart, crying out Jensen's name as he pulsed, over and over, trembling against the leather seat, hips jerking.

Jensen was across the seat in an instant, kissing Jared deeply, fiercely, his hand covering Jared's on his cock as he climaxed, stroking Jared through his orgasm.

Jared kissed Jensen back just as hard, mouths slanting against each other, tongues tangling together until neither of them could breathe, and were forced to part.

They rested their foreheads together, panting harshly, slowly coming down from their mind-blowing release.

Jensen picked his head up slightly to look at Jared. "Holy…fuck, Jare," he grinned. "That was fucking incredible." He dipped his head to kiss Jared gently. "Thanks. I really needed that." Then he cocked his head to the side. "Who knew you could be so kinky! All that dirty talk…damn!"

Jared smiled back. "Well, it was my fault you were in the state you were in. Least I could do was help you out."

Jensen looked down at their sweaty, semen-covered bodies. "Looks like you helped yourself out there, too."

Jared chuckled. "Yeah, speaking of that…is there a motel nearby? I'm feeling much better."

THE END

Comments

[t-wistfulheart.livejournal.com]

That was yummy.... like phone sex but with a visual. LOL

[agt-spooky.livejournal.com]

Ha! Yes, exactly! Glad you enjoyed! :-)