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beansideFiclet: 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: Still for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
robanybody. All her fault.
Summary: Jeff and Jensen get it on, Jared cockblocks, again.
Jensen blinked quickly, wiping his eyes the moment the director yelled cut. What a pain in the ass. He liked having Jeff there, but it seemed like lately, half of his scenes involved him turning on the waterworks. He woke up every day with his eyes feeling like they were stuffed with sand.
Fortunately, the director decided that was enough for the night, and they wrapped. He was stumbling towards his trailer when he felt hands grab him around the hips, and heard a deep voice muttering, “C’mere, Shorty.”
He opened his mouth to retort, and Jeff bent, teeth nipping at Jensen’s earlobe. The comeback died still born on his tongue. “Jeff,” he purred, pressing back into the other man, letting his ass rub against the fly of his jeans.
Jeff gasped, fingers tightening on Jensen’s hips. “Jen—Mmm, keep that up and we’re not making it to a bed.”
Jensen threw a smirk over his shoulder. “A little public for you to get in my ass,” he drawled, turning to face Jeff. “But my mouth is another story.” He leaned in, his tongue tracing along Jeff’s throat. “How about it, Jeff? Want me to suck you off right here, with the crew right down the road?”
Jeff stared, eyes wide.
Jensen smiled wider, nipping at Jeff’s jaw. “Need convincing?” His hand slid down, curling around Jeff’s hard on, stroking it through the jeans. “I want to push you against the trailer,” he purred, “and go down on my knees right here, taste you, let you grab my hair and fuck my mouth so good.”
A slight strangled noise came from Jeff’s throat. “You’re trying to kill me,” he finally managed.
“Don’t you like that, Jeff? I know you want to,” Jensen murmured, licking his lips obscenely.
“Damn right,” Jeff growled, bending for another scorching kiss. Jensen pressed back, his hand sliding down to undo Jeff’s jeans. The air was cool on his stomach, then Jensen’s warm hand pressed in, fingertips stroking over his skin. Jeff closed his eyes, breathing hard as it slid lower, cupping him gently, fingertips stroking.
Jensen smiled darkly, pressing a last kiss to Jeff’s lips before sliding down, letting his knees buckle, until he knelt between Jeff’s boots. “I’ve been imagining this,’ he said softly. “Finally getting to taste you.”
Jeff made a strangled noise as Jensen’s tongue darted out, little kitten licks that nearly undid him.
Jensen was making soft, pleased noises as his tongue traced along the underside, nuzzling his cheek against one tight hipbone.
Looking up, he waited patiently until Jeff’s dark eyes met his, then opened his mouth, taking all of him in one, sweetly torturous move. Jeff’s hands curled into fists, fighting to keep from making noise. Jesus, that mouth. It was scorching him, leaving him shivering, biting his lip to keep from begging Jensen for more.
“Hey, want to go get a bee-whoa!” Jared’s eyes were huge, a quick blush staining his cheeks.
Jensen sighed, laying his head against Jeffrey’s thigh. “Jesus, Padalecki.”
“I am so sorry, I didn’t-“
Jeffrey let Jensen tuck everything back into place, and held up a hand. “Don’t worry about it, Jared. Really. Probably wasn’t the brightest move we’ve ever made.”
Jensen came to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “No problem.”
“Um. We’re supposed to stop by the office on our way out. Something about new script pages for tomorrow.”
Jensen nodded. “Got it.”
“I really, really am-“
Jeff’s eyes narrowed slightly as Jared babbled another apology. For someone who’d caught his costars in a compromising position, he didn’t look too surprised. Actually, he looked kind of pleased with himself. Almost like he’d- Nah, that was just insane.
Jeff glanced at Jensen, noting a familiar mischievous sparkle in his eyes. Dammit, what the hell was going on here?
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: Still for
robanybody. All her fault. Summary: Jeff and Jensen get it on, Jared cockblocks, again.
Jensen blinked quickly, wiping his eyes the moment the director yelled cut. What a pain in the ass. He liked having Jeff there, but it seemed like lately, half of his scenes involved him turning on the waterworks. He woke up every day with his eyes feeling like they were stuffed with sand.
Fortunately, the director decided that was enough for the night, and they wrapped. He was stumbling towards his trailer when he felt hands grab him around the hips, and heard a deep voice muttering, “C’mere, Shorty.”
He opened his mouth to retort, and Jeff bent, teeth nipping at Jensen’s earlobe. The comeback died still born on his tongue. “Jeff,” he purred, pressing back into the other man, letting his ass rub against the fly of his jeans.
Jeff gasped, fingers tightening on Jensen’s hips. “Jen—Mmm, keep that up and we’re not making it to a bed.”
Jensen threw a smirk over his shoulder. “A little public for you to get in my ass,” he drawled, turning to face Jeff. “But my mouth is another story.” He leaned in, his tongue tracing along Jeff’s throat. “How about it, Jeff? Want me to suck you off right here, with the crew right down the road?”
Jeff stared, eyes wide.
Jensen smiled wider, nipping at Jeff’s jaw. “Need convincing?” His hand slid down, curling around Jeff’s hard on, stroking it through the jeans. “I want to push you against the trailer,” he purred, “and go down on my knees right here, taste you, let you grab my hair and fuck my mouth so good.”
A slight strangled noise came from Jeff’s throat. “You’re trying to kill me,” he finally managed.
“Don’t you like that, Jeff? I know you want to,” Jensen murmured, licking his lips obscenely.
“Damn right,” Jeff growled, bending for another scorching kiss. Jensen pressed back, his hand sliding down to undo Jeff’s jeans. The air was cool on his stomach, then Jensen’s warm hand pressed in, fingertips stroking over his skin. Jeff closed his eyes, breathing hard as it slid lower, cupping him gently, fingertips stroking.
Jensen smiled darkly, pressing a last kiss to Jeff’s lips before sliding down, letting his knees buckle, until he knelt between Jeff’s boots. “I’ve been imagining this,’ he said softly. “Finally getting to taste you.”
Jeff made a strangled noise as Jensen’s tongue darted out, little kitten licks that nearly undid him.
Jensen was making soft, pleased noises as his tongue traced along the underside, nuzzling his cheek against one tight hipbone.
Looking up, he waited patiently until Jeff’s dark eyes met his, then opened his mouth, taking all of him in one, sweetly torturous move. Jeff’s hands curled into fists, fighting to keep from making noise. Jesus, that mouth. It was scorching him, leaving him shivering, biting his lip to keep from begging Jensen for more.
“Hey, want to go get a bee-whoa!” Jared’s eyes were huge, a quick blush staining his cheeks.
Jensen sighed, laying his head against Jeffrey’s thigh. “Jesus, Padalecki.”
“I am so sorry, I didn’t-“
Jeffrey let Jensen tuck everything back into place, and held up a hand. “Don’t worry about it, Jared. Really. Probably wasn’t the brightest move we’ve ever made.”
Jensen came to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “No problem.”
“Um. We’re supposed to stop by the office on our way out. Something about new script pages for tomorrow.”
Jensen nodded. “Got it.”
“I really, really am-“
Jeff’s eyes narrowed slightly as Jared babbled another apology. For someone who’d caught his costars in a compromising position, he didn’t look too surprised. Actually, he looked kind of pleased with himself. Almost like he’d- Nah, that was just insane.
Jeff glanced at Jensen, noting a familiar mischievous sparkle in his eyes. Dammit, what the hell was going on here?
