beanside | Fic: The way it goes

Title: The way it goes
Rating: Adult
Summary: PWP
Pairing: JA/JDM
Warnings: rimming, toppy Jeff.
Disclaimer: Don't know them, they're not doing this, it's all lies.
A/N: Especially for

robanybody and

azwewish and because Jensen's just too damned hot for words.

Okay, so it wasn’t on par with his normal days, Jensen thought. But there was something about modeling that just sucked. Five hours of shooting, of wearing ungodly hot fall fashions in the heat, of hearing “okay, now look right here and give me some sex, baby.”

By hour four, he was sweating like hell, and the absolute last thing on his mind was sex. Like now. He was stuck in the wreck of an old car that had been sitting in the sun all day, baking. It was like a goddamned oven, the upholstery was sub-nuclear, and he was in a jean jacket. He wasn’t feeling the sex right about now. That was all he was saying.

“C’mon, Jenny, last shot of the day, let’s make it count. Gimme that cocky, sexy smile.”

Oh yeah, and there was that. The photographer had an over inflated opinion of himself, and thought he was way more ingratiating than he actually was. It was fucking obnoxious.

“Yeah, c’mon, Jenny,” the low growl from just beyond the hot lights murmured. “Let’s make it count.”

Before he could squint, Jeff stepped forward, all tight jeans and loose limbed walk, grinning.

Jensen felt his lips curl in the first smile he’d felt all day. “Ass.”

“And?” Jeff murmured.

The photographer turned, giving Jeff a wide smile and murmuring something Jensen couldn’t make out. Jeff’s smile tightened a little, but didn’t falter, and he shrugged, but the photographer didn’t like it much, obviously.

He turned back a little pout on his lips. “Okay, let’s get this over with. Give me some attitude. Some sex.”

Jensen pointedly looked at Jeff, lips tightening, eyes taking on his best “come fuck me” look.

Jeff’s smile slid, turned lazy, eyes narrowing. His tongue slid out, licking his lips slowly, and Jensen felt the jeans tighten.

“Yes! Just like that!” the photographer called. “A little more sex!”

Jensen glanced back at Jeff, eyes rolling. And nearly swallowed his tongue as Jeff’s hand slid out of his pocket, sliding over to cup himself, fingers ghosting along the zipper of his jeans.

The temperature in the car had gone up about fifty degrees. There was no other explanation for why he felt lightheaded. Either that, or all the blood in his brain had taken a detour south.

Jesus. Finally, the guy had enough shots and came over to do the normal “Thanks, we’ll send proofs, blah, blah” crap. Jensen barely knew what he’d said. His entire being was focused on the loose-limbed man standing next to the car, leaning idly against the hood.

Finally, the dickwad left, the last of the assistants scrambling to load the lights and get out before it got any hotter.

Before he could turn his attention back to the hood of the car, Jeff was there, arm resting idly on the top of the car door. “Jenny?” he asked, smirking.

“Shut up.” Jensen let his head flop back against the seat. “Jesus, that sucked.” Then his eyes landed on Jeff, lips curling in a fond smile. “Hey. Didn’t know you were in town.”

“Just for a couple days.” Jeff tilted his head a little and looked around the junkyard. “You get to go to the nicest places, baby.”

“Tell me about it. It’s not open on Mondays, so they got the okay to shoot.”

“Mmm.” A long finger slid over the chrome trim of the car. “You look good.”

Jensen shrugged.

Jeff leaned down, a finger trailing over Jensen’s jaw, tilting his chin up. “Really good,” he purred, capturing Jensen’s lips with his own, biting softly at the lower until Jensen opened. He always tasted like smoke and something underneath, some darker flavor that never failed to make Jensen shiver.

After a long minute, Jeff pulled back, breathing unsteadily.

Jensen felt his lips curl. Nice to know he wasn’t the only one affected.

“Okay, get in the back seat,” Jeff said abruptly.

“What? Why?”

One dark eyebrow raised slightly, and Jeff’s hand was stroking along his zipper again. “Cause I want to fuck that smirk off your face?”

All the spit in his mouth was gone, Jensen thought. How was he supposed to reply with no spit?

Apparently, crawling into the back seat was good enough. Fucking two door cars.

It was almost immediately worth the contortions, as Jeff slid into the seat next to him. Rough fingers curled around his neck, to tug him up until he was straddling Jeff’s lap.
The roof wasn’t nearly high enough, meaning that Jensen had to bend his head. Wasn’t complaining, though. It put him in the perfect spot to nuzzle at Jeff’s throat, to lick his way up the tight tendons.

His teeth grazed stubble, and Jeff shuddered. “Gonna strip those damn jeans off you, fuck that pretty ass of yours,” he growled.

Jensen moaned against Jeff’s neck, hips grinding down. “Fuck,” he whispered. Jeff knew what it did to him when he got like this; all dirty, and commanding.

“Eventually,” Jeff purred, fingers going to Jensen’s jeans, undoing the button fly that probably wouldn’t show up in that shot anyhow. “Mmm...commando. Didn’t want to have panty lines?”

Jensen wanted to reply, really. But Jeff’s hand was stroking little circles along the back of his neck, brushing over sweaty skin, and all he wanted to do was make embarrassing noises.

Jeff grinned, tugging the jeans down a little, and slid one of those long, callused fingers between his lips, sucking with an obscene noise.

Jensen abruptly found that he could speak. “God, please Jeff.”

“Gonna fuck you so hard, Jen. Make you come screaming out here for anyone to see.” His finger slid back, curling just enough to nudge into Jensen. “And you’re gonna like it, such a pretty little slut for my cock, aren’t you?”

Jensen moaned again, trying to push harder back onto Jeff’s finger.

The hand on his neck slid up, knotting into his hair tightly. “Say it,” Jeff purred, leaning in to bite at his throat. “Tell me you’re my slut.”

Jensen arched, the pain winding into the pleasure as Jeff’s finger slid deeper, pressing just right. “Ah, fuck. Yeah,” he breathed. “Your slut, only yours.”

Jeff smiled slow and sweet, and jerked his head at the seat. “Hands and knees, baby.”

Jensen moaned when the finger withdrew, then scrambled onto the seat, yanking his jeans farther down. Jeff scooted over, giving him room, but it was still a tight fit.

The finger returned, sliding back in, slow, easy strokes. “So tight, Jen. Gonna feel so good around my cock.”

Jensen arched. “More, please, Jeff.”

Jeff’s breath was hot on his skin as he huffed a soft laugh. “Greedy thing,” he murmured, lips brushing his ass.

It was the only warning he got before Jeff’s tongue slid inside him, teasing, pressing in beside his finger.

Jeff was trying to kill him. It was the only explanation for the heat winding its way through him, slow, aching pleasure that only fanned the fire, made him want more.

And Jeff wasn’t letting up, his tongue retreating and sliding back in with a second finger, curling between the digits, pressing just right.

“Please, please, please,” Jensen heard, dimly realizing that it was his own ragged, shot voice.

“Shh, baby,” Jeff purred, shifting his weight. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

The first pressure at his entrance was always the worst. Jensen’s body never failed to tense up, to instinctively fight the invasion. Jeff never gave him time, just slid in with one long, smooth thrust, then held him there, waited for the flare of pain to ease.

“That’s it, Jen. So good. So fucking tight around my cock. Just made for me to fuck like this.” Jeff’s hand slid around him, curling around Jensen’s cock, fingers ghosting along the underside. “Mmm…so hard for me.”

“Nnngh,” Jensen helpfully supplied, hips jerking against Jeff’s grip, trying to simultaneously buck back onto Jeff’s cock, and forward into his touch.

“Pretty little slut,” Jeff growled, finally starting to rock his hips, little stuttering movements that rubbed just right.

“Fuck, harder,” Jensen murmured. The hand on his cock disappeared, and Jensen whined.

“Not gonna touch you,” Jeff growled dirty and low in his ear. “Gonna make you come just from my cock in your sweet ass.”

Jeff, Jensen abruptly decided, should reduce his vocabulary to the word “cock.” The way he said it, like his tongue was wrapping around it just made it sound somehow filthier.

Then, Jeff settled himself, fingers fisting in the back of the denim jacket, pulling Jensen back onto him harder.

Jensen dug his fingers into the vinyl upholstery, shuddering as Jeff found a rhythm.

The pleasure was a live thing, curling through him, clawing its way through his stomach, sharpening until he could barely breathe to scream.

And Jeff never slowed, each stroke deep and hard and merciless, the pure porn sliding from those perfect lips, that whiskey voice sliding over Jensen’s nerves.

“That’s it,” Jeff growled. “Come for me, Jen. Wanna feel you come for me.”

It was too much, not enough and everything in between, and Jensen came so hard his vision whited out for a moment. He came back to Jeff’s low growl and a rush of warmth in him. “Yeah,” he breathed, shuddering. “God, Jeff.”

After a long moment, Jeff stirred, lifting his head off Jensen’s back, and carefully tried to back out, managing to clip his elbow and jam his knee into the ashtray.

He laughed, and Jensen felt his lips curl in an answering grin, leaning against the solid bulk of Jeff’s body. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Jeff echoed.

“What was all that about?”

“Mmm…wanted to do that for a while. Something about you in a hot old muscle car,” Jeff shrugged.

“So, any other kinks I should know about?”

“Well, there was the jetski,” Jeff started, then laughed as Jensen elbowed him. “Dunno. If I come up with any, you’ll be the first to know.”