the one with the perceptive bastard

[liamar]

Title: the one with the perceptive bastard (I really suck at names, can anyone come up with a better one?)
Characters: Jensen and Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Pairings: JA/JDM

Genres: RPS, PWP

Disclaimer: really, honestly if I owned them I would have so many better things to do. They belong to themselves and none of this ever happened (except in my mind)

 A/N: I’m not quite sure this turned out ok, so I would appreciate your feedback. I also seem to suck at endings so if you have some suggestions/ comments I would love you forever.

Summary: porn, porn, porn and did I mention porn? It’s basically JDM being the sexy bastard that he is and Jensen going along for the *coffs* ride. 

He should have known that he was in trouble the moment they met, shit from the moment Jeffrey Dean Morgan opened his mouth. But you see Jensen had always been a stubborn bastard, a real non-believer, and a really good actor. Good enough to fool even himself sometimes. So, even while he fucked his fist daily, hell on some days every couple of hours even, to the sound of Jeff’s voice, low and rumbling and oh so fucking sexy, whispering hot filth in his ear, he told himself, over and over again that it was nothing, no big deal, just a small crush. He probably would have gone on believing just that, or at least seeming to, if it wasn’t for one simple thing.

 

You see Jensen might be a stubborn bastard, but Jeff, well Jeff was a perceptive one. He couldn’t help noticing things, especially because he was always looking. Fuck, how could he not look, have you seen Jensen. The boy was so fucking pretty, it hurt to look sometimes. And that mouth, god that mouth. Well Jeff spent enough time in his trailer, alone, just thinking, hell, fantasising about that mouth. So yeah, Jeff couldn’t help but look and while looking he noticed a few things.

 

Like how sometimes when he was talking, and Jensen didn’t think he could see, Jensen’s eyes would flutter shut, just a second, before he would swallow and come back to the conversation.

 

Or how on set sometimes if he leaned over a little too close it would be as if Jensen’s whole body stood at attention, every muscle tense, until he moved away again.

 

So yeah, Jeff noticed, and being the bastard that he is, he decided something needed to be done about it. Hopefully before he fucking exploded from frustration.

 

Which was how Jensen found himself shoved against the wall of his trailer moments after he entered it, after finishing for the day, pinned there by Jeff’s powerful body but also by his own desire. Because once he realized who it was, he really didn’t feel like leaving that spot. He had just enough time to think maybe not such a little crush after all, before Jeff slammed his mouth against his, the kiss none too gentle.

 

Hell, it felt like Jeff was trying to devour him, fucking climb inside him and never leave. Or maybe that was just him.

 

Because once he knew what Jeff really tasted like, it was like he couldn’t get enough. He scrambled for purchase as Jeff shoved harder against him, his hands finally coming to rest, one in Jeff’s hair, the other clutching his hard bicep as Jeff moved his sinful mouth away, and down his throat to suckle there, just a second before biting down hard, hard enough to bruise and Jensen cried out. And Jeff was laughing in his ear, his words no more than a breathless growl against his skin “you like that don’t you Jen… the pleasure …and the pain?”

 

When all Jensen could do was whimper, Jeff bit down again, this time more gently on his earlobe. ‘Say it Jen, I want to hear you say you like it, you want it’

 

Jeff’s hands moved down is body to the waistband of his jeans and palmed his cock through the denim, stroking it but so lightly as to cause barely any sensation at all.

 

“God, so hard for me.  This is for me, isn’t it Jen?”

“Jeff….please”

“What Jen? I’ll do anything you want, all you have to do is tell me, you just have to say it”

“Please Jeff …god just …please just touch me”

“But I am touching you”

 

Jensen couldn’t stop a moan from escaping “please Jeff…. I need… I need you to touch me, touch my cock” And then he was. Jeff had his fly open in seconds and Jensen’s cock all but jumped into his hand.

 

“So pretty….do you have any idea how many times I imagined this Jen, how many nights I jerked off, thinking of doing this…. this and so much more” and the entire time he was talking he was stroking Jensen, soft fluttery caresses from the base to the head and back again and it was good, so good, but it was not enough, god nowhere near enough.

 

This time Jensen knew what he had to do and he was too far gone to worry about begging “god Jeff please, I need…. Harder, please harder…. Faster” and Jeff complied, finally fisting his cock, his mouth hot and wet, capturing Jensen’s helpless moan, his tongue searching out the caverns of Jensen’s mouth, drinking in Jensen’s cries when he twisted his hand just right, his thumb spreading the pearls of precome leaking form the tip, the slight moisture adding just another layer of sensation.

 

 Jensen was so close, so close and then “Come for me Jen, I want to see you fall apart” and Jeff’s thumb pressed the bundle of nerves just under the head of Jensen’s cock and Jensen was coming, groaning Jeff’s name over and over.

 

When he opened his eyes, it was to the sight of Jeff, his sinful mouth, his hot tongue, licking his hand clean, licking off Jensen’s come, which was so fucking hot that Jensen’s cock gave a twitch of interest even though it was too soon for him to get hard again.

 

And then Jeff was talking again ‘I’m gonna fuck you Jen, fuck you so hard you’re gonna feel me for days. I'm going to fuck you hard and fast and dirty and you are going to love every minute of it’ and damn if Jensen’s cock wasn’t hard again already, just from those dirtyfilthysexy words spoken in that rough growl, the images in his head making him so weak that Jeff was practically the only thing holding him up.

 

And they were kissing again, dirty and hot while Jeff moved him backwards, towards the rear of the trailer and the bed there. And when the bed hit the back of his legs Jensen let himself fall backwards on to it, taking Jeff with him and Jeff was over him, pressing down on him and Jensen could feel his erection pressing into his stomach  and he hardened  just that little bit more.

 

Somewhere between the door and the bed they had managed to get most of their clothes off so now it was only hot skin pressed against hot skin and it was Jensen, naked beneath him and Jeff had to squeeze the base of his cock to stop himself from coming from just that.

 

No, he wanted to come inside Jensen, if truth be told, he wanted to claim him. So while he worshipped the body beneath him, licking along Jensen’s collarbone, scraping his teeth against the hard nubs that were his nipples, driving Jensen back up to that peak, he kept his own body away, just hovering above but not really touching.

 

Before long Jensen was moaning and thrashing under him. Thrusting up, trying to create some friction against his erection which was swollen and standing up against his stomach, but Jeff held him down.

 

“Bad boy, Jensen! You know we’re doing things my way, and I want you to come when I'm inside you, just from the feel of my cock inside you, piercing you so deep, so deep that you can feel it in your throat. Do you want that Jensen?”

 

And the image those words produced were so hot that Jensen could only make incoherent mumbles “yes…god …Jeff , yes I want that… just like that… I want you in me”.

 

Suddenly Jeff’s warmth was gone and Jensen had to stifle a sound of loss, but then he was back again, pressing a tube of lube into Jensen’s hands. Still, instead of lowering himself back down to the bed, he just chucked the condoms down next to Jensen and moved back to the doorway.

 

“Jeff?” said Jensen, unsure for the first time that night but Jeff was looking at him with that heat in his eyes and he was saying such unbearably filthy things that Jensen forgot his discomfort.

 

 “I want you to prepare yourself Jen, prepare yourself for me. I want to see you fuck yourself open. Open and ready for my cock. Can you do that?”

 

Jensen had never done anything like this before, never been so blatantly on display like this, never wanted to before, but he wanted this, wanted Jeff so much.

 

So he opened the lube and smeared some on his fingers then he got into a position where Jeff could see what was happening, kneeling away from him legs spread wide, because after what happened earlier he figured Jeff needed to suffer a little bit too.

 

And when his first finger breached his hole he was gratified to hear the stifled gasp from behind but he concentrated on what he was doing, since he knew the sooner he did this, the sooner he would have Jeff near him, over him, in him. So once the first finger had gone in as far as it would go he added a second, this time scissoring and twisting them, spreading them as wide as they could go while Jeff watched, stunned by the sight before him, better than all his fantasies combined.

 

God here was Jensen Ackles, Jensen fucking Ackles, on his knees before him, his fingers inside his own body, preparing himself for Jeff and  this was so hot he had to squeeze himself again just so that he wouldn’t spurt off like a teenager.

 

“You like this don’t you Jensen, this, on your knees before me, preparing yourself for me, getting that tight little hole all slick and loose. You’re such a little slut, aren’t you?”

 

“only... god.. only for you Jeff…only for you”. The words barely past his lips when Jeff was suddenly on the bed behind him, flipping Jensen over so that he was lying on his back.

“Spread them Jen..... open up for me..... you, you know you want to.”

 

And Jensen did. He lay there, his feet planted on the bed, legs obscenely wide, his hole throbbing, glistening with lube, a vision so enticing, so inviting that Jeff wasted no time sliding on the condom and slicking himself up with the lube.

 

And then Jeff was pushing into him slowly, biting down on Jensen’s shoulder in a bid to stay in control “God Jens…. so hot…. so tight… so perfect’. he slid all the way in, to the hilt and paused to allow Jensen to adjust, which he was grateful for, but soon the burning eased and a different fire started up in Jensen’s gut, one that demanded that Jeff move now or he would probably die.

 

“Jensen?”

“Its ok Jeff, you can move”

“Are you?..”

 

But Jensen could feel Jeff inside of him, feel him pulsing slightly and as pleasurable as that was he needed more. “ Fuck Jeff please move…. fuck just do something” and crossing his ankles around Jeff’s hips he pulled him just that little further in, which brushed the head of Jeff’s cock against his prostate, white hot pleasure shooting immediately up Jensen's spine, arching his back, the sensation of  Jensen’s body clenching around his finally breaking Jeff’s control.

 

Suddenly he was thrusting, pounding into to Jensen, his strokes fast and hard, each and every one brushing that bundle of nerves deep inside him, until Jensen was writhing beneath Jeff, meeting each plunge, matching his rhythm. And then Jeff shifted, sitting back against the headboard, so that Jensen was spread across his thighs and Jeff was thrusting up into him, harder, unbelievably deeper, gasping out Jensen’s name and suddenly it was too much for Jensen’s overstimulated body to take and he was coming, over his own stomach and Jeff’s. Coming without even a hand on his cock. Coming so hard that he whited out for a second, the sensation of Jensen’s inner muscles squeezing him in orgasm sending Jeff over the edge too, his pleasure pressed into Jensen’s skin, the imprint of his fingers on Jensen hips, the impression of his teeth on Jensen’s shoulder, their bodies arching into each other, before they both collapsed to the bed.

 

For a long moment there was only their harsh, panting breaths in the silence until Jensen’s mind finally pieced it self together enough to for him to say “why have we never done that before?”

 

“Why, Jen? Coz you’re a stubborn bastard, that why. But I guess you’re my stubborn bastard so...”

 

“Yours, Jeff?  Nobody owns me, Morgan”

“Really, Jen?” Jeff said “coz this says otherwise” as he reached out to finger the bruise on that gorgeous skin, releasing a low rumbling laugh when Jensen shivered from the touch “and you and I both know that’s exactly how you like it” and Jensen couldn’t argue with that because if Jeffrey Dean Morgan was anything he was a sexy bastard, and Jen, well Jen wasn’t that good a liar.

 

The end.