beanside | Fic: Flesh and Blood

Title: Flesh and Blood
Rating: Porn.
Fandom: RPS (JA/CMM)
Warnings: RPS, Kink.
Summary: See also "Warnings and Rating"
Disclaimer: Didn't happen, sadly. And if it did, I'm sure the bastards wouldn't have the common decency to put it on tape.
A/N: With love for

robanybody, who was kind enough to let me know that I was on the right track with Mayhem. All mistakes are my own.
Written for

estrella30's "All CW All the Time Kink/Cliche Challenge.

One bonus to knowing Chris Kane, Jensen thought, was the knowledge of every crappy-ass honkytonk bar within a fifty-mile radius of LA. It came in handy for those nights when he was tired, missing home, and didn’t feel up to the normal Hollywood bullshit. Sometimes, you just needed a break from flashing that fake smile and being ‘seen’ at the right places with the right people.

Sometimes, you just needed a quiet beer and a jukebox, and general anonymity. Like right now, he was settled in behind a corner table, letting the dim lighting shadow his face more than the ball cap he’d shoved on his head. The waitress was a cute flirty little thing that couldn’t be more than twenty-one, if that, but she brought the beers quickly, and left him alone otherwise. Maybe if he was still around when she got off shift, he’d see about taking her up on that flirting. God knew, it had been a while.

Two weeks, and it was back to Vancouver, back to seventeen-hour days and getting beaten to a pulp. Not that he didn’t love his job, mind you. He did. He loved working with Jared, who he considered one of his best friends. He thought Eric, Robert and Kim were great. They’d have Jeff for a few episodes, which was a serious bonus. Jeff was on his way up. Everyone knew it.

Two weeks of peace and quiet, of being a little fish in the big pond. Then, it was back to Vancouver, where you couldn’t turn around without finding a WB, excuse me, CW star.

“Oh, my god,” a shrill voice said. “You’re that guy from Supernatural!”

Fuck me, Jensen thought. Nowhere was safe. He was going to blame Jeff for this. Bringing in all the damned Grey’s Anatomy fans that were hot for his body. He lifted his eyes, plastering on a fake smile.

It faded the moment he saw who was in front of him. Fuck me sideways, his brain finished for him. “Hey,” he said shortly, glancing past the other man. “Where’s your jailbait?” Jensen let his eyes flicker over Chad’s lean body. Not half bad, no matter how much it hurt to admit it. Either that, or it was the drought his sex life had been lately talking.

Chad narrowed his eyes, sliding into the seat across from Jensen. “Where’s your hooker?” he shot back, motioning the waitress over. “Whatever he’s having.”

She hurried off, coming back with a beer and a Jack chaser. Chad handed her a fifty. “Keep ‘em coming.”

Jensen knocked back Chad’s shot, ignoring the annoyed noise from the other man. “What brings you here? Missing North-by-god-Carolina?”

“Jared said the beer was good, and it was quiet.”

“I told him to keep his mouth shut about it,” Jensen muttered.

Chad raised an eyebrow, rubbing his hand over his short hair. “You told Jared to keep his mouth shut. And you thought that would work?”

Jensen felt his lip twitch into a grudging smile. “Good point. So how’s Nutclops?”

Chad glared, and Jensen smiled wider. “My dog-“

“Is an alpha male, got it. So, are you trying to compensate for the dog’s balls, or yours?” Jensen heard himself say. What the hell? Was he trying to get into a bar brawl with Murray?

Lip curling in a snarl, Chad tossed half the beer back in one swallow. “We’ve both got plenty.” He met Jensen’s eyes and his tongue flickered out, licking over his lips.

Jensen raised an eyebrow. Oh. So it was like that. “Of course you do,” he murmured, voice deliberately insulting. With a little smirk, he pushed back from the table and headed towards the bathroom. If he was reading it wrong, no harm, no foul. He’d wash his hands and come back, order another beer.

He was shaking the water off his hands when the door opened, and he saw a flash of buzz-cut hair in the mirror a heartbeat before Chad’s hand landed on his shoulder, spinning him around and shoving him into the wall.

“Is this what you wanted?” Chad muttered, shoving him again, fingers tangling in Jensen’s short hair, pulling him down for a kiss. No finesse there, just the near brutal feel of Chad's lips on his.

Yes, Jensen thought dimly. This is more like it. His body responded, and he locked his fingers around Chad’s hips, pulling him close. Grinding against the younger man’s hip, he pulled his head back. “Yeah, this is what I wanted,” he growled, arching off the wall.

Before he could figure out what Jensen was up to, Chad was pressed to the wall, Jensen’s weight holding him in place.

“The question,” Jensen purred. “Is what you want.”

Chad snarled low in his throat, and Jensen gave him that lazy, shit-eating grin that drove Jared insane when they were playing pool. Jared was normally a laid back kinda guy, but Jensen knew just what buttons to push.

On the other hand, Chad…was not so laid back, and was indeed growling and honest-to-god bearing his teeth at Jensen.

It was kinda cute, Jensen had to admit.

Chad’s hands fisted on his shirt, trying to push Jensen off, to get the upper hand back. Wasn’t happening, Jensen decided. Time for Junior to learn a little lesson.

This lesson, Jensen decided, would be called: ‘be ready to run with the big dogs or stay on the fucking porch.’

He let his hand slide down Chad’s chest, over twitching stomach muscles, to the waistband of his pants.

Chad’s eyes widened and he bucked again. “Jensen-“ his voice broke off on a hiss as Jensen’s hand found his cock, palming it through the denim. “Fuck.”

Jensen flashed that smile again, and Chad stiffened. “Oh, sugar, you’re nowhere near ready for that, yet,” he drawled, letting the hint of his accent creep into his voice.

Chad growled again, and Jensen laughed, voice going low and husky. “Oh, baby,” he purred. “You thought you were gonna come in here and shove me down so I could suck your cock, or bend me over the sink, didn’t you?” He bent, brushing his lips along the tendon of Chad’s throat. “We’re not playing that game,”

“Wh-“ Chad’s voice was breathy, and he stopped, cleared his throat and tried again. “What game are we playing then?”

“Mmm…I’ll let you know,” Jensen murmured, biting the tendon hard.

Chad gasped, arching into Jensen’s body, fingers locking on his shoulders. He wasn’t pushing Jensen away.

Jensen bit harder, sucking on the soft skin, knowing it was bruising, that he was marking the younger man. “You like that?” he growled. “Like that you’re going to be wearing my brand for the rest of the week?”

Chad made a little noise low in his throat, his head falling back, and Jensen shuddered, cock achingly hard. Jesus, he didn’t think it would be that easy, but here they were, in a roadhouse bar men’s room.

Jensen stepped back, shaking his head. “Not here,” he muttered, voice hoarse with need. Nothing he wanted more than to shove Chad down and go for it, but this was a PR disaster waiting to happen.

The glare the words got him nearly made Jensen reconsider. Chad was all puffed up like a hissing cat, growling at him.

“My place,” Jensen said shortly. “You know where it is?” He met Chad’s eyes, daring him to complain.

After a long moment, Chad swallowed and nodded.

Without looking to see if Chad was following, Jensen turned, stalking out of the restroom. Giving the waitress his best flirtatious smile, he settled up and headed out to his car.

The twenty-minute drive had never seemed longer.

By the time he pulled up, Chad was already there, leaning back against the door of his truck, arms folded. He didn’t look happy to be there.

Jensen slid out of the car, smirking at Chad, who glared harder. “Took you long enough. I was about to leave,” he snarled.

Jensen laughed low in his throat, stepping into Chad’s personal space. “Bullshit.”

Chad snarled again, this time punctuating it with a shove. Jensen laughed again, pressing his full weight into Chad. “You know you want this,” he purred, grinding his hips against the smaller man, feeling Chad shudder. “You want me to use you like this.”

When Jensen looked, Chad’s lips were parted, tongue darting out to moisten them. His breathing was far from steady, and Jensen felt an answering thrill in his stomach. He covered it with a smirk, bending closer, until his lips brushed Chad’s jaw. “You sick motherfucker,” he purred. “If I asked you to, you’d drop right here and suck my dick, wouldn’t you?” He pulled at Chad’s shirt, buttons scattering across the driveway.

Chad didn’t answer, just stared at Jensen, eyes wide. The pupils were dilated, barely a ring of color around them. “Yeah, you want this.” Jensen stalked into his house, enjoying the wash of cool air over his skin.

He didn’t have to look back to know Chad’s following. The clump of boots on the slate floor in the entry way told him that just fine. The door closed with a thump and suddenly Chad was just there, hands on Jensen’s shoulder, yanking him around, trying to wrest control back. Like that was going to happen, Jensen thought, fighting a smirk.

Chad shoved Jensen into the wall, his shoulders hitting with a dull thump. Jensen smiled, that same cocky grin, and Chad swore, stepping into Jensen’s space, until their bodies were touching and pressed his forearm against Jensen’s throat. Chad had lost the shirt somewhere, all that lean muscle pressed against Jensen.

“Oh, junior’s ball finally dropped,” Jensen drawled. “And now he thinks he should be on top.” Before Chad could get a good grip, Jensen planted his boot on the wall, shoving into the smaller man.

There’d be bruises on his throat, no question, Jensen thought. Good thing he didn’t have anything for the next two weeks. The look on Chad’s face was worth it, Jensen decided. His eyes were huge, doe-startled.

“That’s not the way to do it,” Jensen purred, leaning into Chad. “The arm on the throat was good,” he added, pressing his own arm over Chad’s windpipe. “Though, I prefer a hand on the throat.”

Chad stiffened as Jensen’s fingers wrapped around his throat lightly, stroking over the tight tendons. “You’re fucking insane.”

Jensen smirked. “Didn’t Jared ever mention that?” He kicked Chad’s feet apart, other hand creeping over tight stomach muscles down to Chad’s loose jeans.

A tug sent them down to his thighs, and Jensen smirked. “Mmm. Someone’s certainly getting off on this.”

Chad shook his head, the motion digging Jensen’s fingers into his throat.

Without bothering to answer, Jensen’s fingers locked in the boxers, tugging them down, and watching Chad shiver at the first brush of cool air on his cock.

“Ah, look at you, Chad. Already so hard from this,” Jensen murmured, bending forward to kiss the other man hard.

Gasping, Chad’s hips jerked against him, cock rubbing against Jensen’s hip.

Jensen’s tongue slid over Chad’s lip, taking control, pulling it into his mouth for a nip of teeth. Chad moaned into Jensen’s mouth, head tilting, tongue rasping over Jensen’s. “Now, now, none of that. Not this time.”

“What?” Chad’s eyes were foggy, unfocused, and Jensen glanced down, watching Chad’s fingers slide along his cock.

Jesus, that was hot. Shuddering, Jensen slid down mouthing over his chest, stomach, the muscles tensing under his touch. The gasp of breath was loud in the room as the flat of Jensen’s tongue made little circles along the head, tasting Chad. Jensen closed his eyes, purring. It was almost too tempting. Before he could change his mind, Jensen pushed back, coming to his feet. “Not this time,” he growled.

Changing his grip to the back of Chad’s neck, Jensen propelled him into the dining room, in front of the huge mirror that had belonged to his great grandmother or something. He should feel bad about using it like this, but considering that she’d been the one who slept with a loaded forty-five under her pillow, and had the bank-robber husband…she’d understand.

“Jensen,” Chad whined. “The fuck, man.”

Jensen smirked, tugging his shirt off. He leaned against the heavy table, pulling Chad in front of him, facing the mirror. “Ssh. No touching yourself. Let me take care of you.”

“Seriously, asshole, I-“

“You what?” Jensen’s hand slid around his throat again, and Chad shuddered, eyes fluttering closed. “Sick fuck.” He bent his head, teeth closing on a tendon and sucked hard.

Chad’s low, strangled moan was music to his ears.

“Yeah, I thought you’d like that,” Jensen purred. “You’ve got a nice fucking body, Murray.” Jensen let his other hand trail down Chad’s chest, thumb brushing a nipple.

Chad didn’t answer. Jensen really hadn’t expected him to. Smirking, he bit again, a little lower. “Yeah,” Jensen growled. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

“Jen,” Chad whispered, voice thready with need.

“Ssh. Gonna wrap my lips around that pretty cock of yours, suck you down until you can’t go any farther.” Jensen kept his voice low, an intimate purr of sound. “Slide my fingers inside you, fuck you nice and slow.”

“Jesus, Jensen,” Chad hissed.

“Mmm.” Jensen rocked his hips against Chad, shivering. He was so fucking hard that he’d be lucky not to come in his pants like a teenager. Chad arched into the movement, breath coming in short pants. “Yeah, you like that. Like what you’re doing to me. Make me want to bury myself in you, make you come so fucking hard.”

He punctuated the words with another nip, this one low on Chad’s shoulder. The first bites were already purpling. “Do you see those? Like knowing that you’ll be wearing my mark. Like knowing that you belong to me.”

Chad’s hands were tight fists at his sides, his body trembling. “God, please, Jensen.”

“Oh, that’s it baby, beg me. Tell me what you want. Gonna fuck you so hard, come in your tight little ass. You’ll like that won’t you.”

“Y-yeah,” Chad moaned.

“Fuck, Chad, gonna like it when I taste that tight ass? Fuck you with my tongue, taste my come inside you?”

With a strangled noise, Chad arched hard, mouth going slack. Jensen bit back his own moan, watching the other man come in pained jerks, shuddering and gasping.

“Aw, hell,” Jensen muttered, feeling Chad go boneless, sliding down to his knees. He looked up, giving Jensen a little startled smile.

Before he could think, Jensen’s jerked his jeans open, nearly wrenching the zipper off track. His breath hissed as his hand curled around his neglected cock, jacking it roughly.

“Yeah,” Chad murmured. “God, yeah. Touch yourself, Jen.”

“Gonna come on that pretty face of yours,” Jensen growled, shuddering at the mental image. “Such a slut for my cock.”

Chad arched, his head falling back, face tilted up towards Jensen. His tongue darted out to lick his lips.

With a final hoarse curse, Jensen shuddered, strokes stuttering.

“Oh, yeah,” Chad breathed.

It was too much. He managed to keep his eyes open for a moment, to see Chad, face upturned, shivering as Jensen’s come landed on his cheeks, his lips, his chin. Then, that tongue darted out, tasting, and he had to close his eyes, groaning.

Jesus, so fucking hot, he thought.

With a last, gentle stroke, Jensen sighed, relaxing. Before he could gather himself, Chad was on his feet, his lean body pressed against Jensen. “That was your freebee. Next time? Gonna bend you over this table and make you see God,” Chad purred.

Jensen’s lips curled into a grin. “We’ll see about that, junior. We’ll see.”