beanside | For robanybody

Ficlet: Drops of Sunlight
Rating: Adult
Warnings: RPS
Pairing: Jeffrey/Jensen
Disclaimer: This never happened, except in my brain--While I was at work, no less--and I make no declarations about the people portrayed herein. Don't know 'em.
Author Note: For

robanybody. Happy Birthday, sweetie.

Jensen was there when Jeff came out of the bathroom, somehow taking up more of the trailer than his admittedly tall frame should have. The little bastard was stretched out on the sofa, his lean body on display through the thin t-shirt, eyes bright in the pale light filtering in through the rain outside. “The door was open, so I let myself in,” Jensen murmured, eyes sliding over Jeff’s body appreciatively.

“Was there something you wanted?” Jeff asked, then nearly kicked himself for sounding like a porno escapee. “Jensen,” he tried again, aiming for a stern note in his voice. “I’m flattered, really. But I’m nearly old enough to be your father-“

“Not unless you had a more interesting life at twelve than I did,” Jensen drawled. “Besides, I always have liked older men. More...” he trailed off, finally meeting Jeff’s eyes. “Experience.”

Jeff felt the heat in those eyes like a gut-punch. “Jensen-“

Jensen moved, the fluid grace that had drawn Jeff’s attention in the first placed, stalking forward, crowding into Jeff’s space. Jeff stepped back, not lowering his eyes. Before he knew it, his back was pressed to the wall, Jensen’s breath hot on his throat.

“Jensen, we shouldn’t...”

“You just keep on talking, but I still haven’t heard you say no.” Jensen smiled his triumph when Jeff didn’t dispute it. “Let’s find something better for you to do with your mouth, Jeff.”

Jeff sucked in a breath as Jensen took the final step to bring his body against Jeff’s. Strong fingers knotted in his hair, and he felt the brush of stubble a second before those full lips brushed his with the lightest pressure. Jensen teased him, letting his tongue dart out, little strokes of his tongue against Jeff’s lower lip.

Jeff shuddered, bending, trying to deepening the kiss, but Jensen pulled back, keeping it a light, barely there torment. Before long, Jeff’s hands locked on Jensen’s shoulders, spinning them, using his body to hold Jensen against the wall, grinding his hips against Jensen’s.

A low gasp slid out of Jensen’s mouth, and Jeff growled a reply, his lips coming down on Jensen’s, his hand forcing the younger man’s wrists against the wall.

At Jensen’s thready moan, Jeff moved again, kicking Jensen’s feet apart, so he could lean in, press his thigh against the swell of Jensen’s cock. Jensen’s hips jerked, arching desperately into the sensation. His lips pulled off Jeff’s on a soft moan. “Jeff,” he gasped. “Please...Don’t stop.”

Jeff slid his mouth down Jensen’s throat, enjoying the catch of Jensen’s breath as his teeth grazed that perfect skin. “Harder,” Jensen begged. Jeff obliged, letting his teeth leave marks at the base of Jensen’s throat, pink against the tanned skin.

“God, Jeff—harder,” Jensen begged.

“Makeup’s gonna kill me,” Jeff muttered, biting down, sucking on one of the tight tendons.

“So good,” Jensen gasped. “Please Jeff, need you in me, fuck me, please...”

This time, it was Jeff left moaning at the mental image of Jensen beneath him, all slick skin and need. “I-“

A sharp knock sounded, and they broke apart. “Jeff?” Jared yelled. “They want us on set.”

“Shit,” he whispered. “Be right there!”

“Have you seen Jensen?”

“Um—try Craft Services?”

“Yeah. Riiight. How ‘bout you just tell him instead?”

Jensen’s shoulders shook with silent laughter.

“What’s so funny?”

“Here I thought I was being all stealth and shit.” He straightened, running an absent hand through his hair. “This isn’t over,” he murmured, brushing his lips against Jeff’s.

“Jen!” Jared yelled.

“I’m coming! Hold your horses, Padalecki.” With a last smirk at Jeff, Jen headed out the door into the sunlight.