Private Eyes, 1/1, NC-17, J2
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vamphileTitle: Private Eyes
Author:Vamphile
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1500+/-
Summary Jensen steals a picture of Jared for a prank. Smex ensues.
A/N NEW YEAR'S DAY PORN!
Private Eyes
Right after they moved in together there was a Con. Jensen couldn’t stop staring a the picture of Jared; it was easily five feet high and at least three feet wide on foam core and, he thought, surely there was an epic prank in there somewhere. So he gave them his best Dean Winchester smile and two days later it turned up on his doorstep. He admitted to himself, once he had it safely in his room, that he hadn’t really thought this through.
The house was spacious, sure, but where the hell was he supposed to hide a ten-times-larger-than-life headshot of his best friend? He ended up sliding it behind his bed. He went off to the set and didn’t think about it again…. Until he got home. When he collapsed in his bed, his pillow angled the way he liked and he realized that Jared's eyes were the only part of the picture showing. There they were, above the mattress, below the headboard. He could feel them watching him. Jensen slept uneasily that night.
Over the course of the nest few weeks he got used to photo-Jared watching him all the time. It became comforting the same way being with real-Jared was. There was little judgment and always a twinkle in those eyes, as if he was about to break into that full body laugh at any minute.
Jensen found himself going a little insane. Holding up two shirts and asking Jared's opinion, and then disregarding the fake opinion because he was a little insane. He’d have to be a whole bucket of crazy to take Jared's advice on clothes.
There were other minor side effects to Jared watching him in his bedroom.
He got half hard whenever he was naked, and when he did jerk off, the dirty wrongness of Jared watching made it go that much faster and be that much hotter.
In all, he totally forgot about the prank and just let his best friend be a creepy stalker. He pretty much forgot about it the rest of the time.
“Jen!”
“Yeah?” Jensen's mother had always insisted that it was rude to yell across the house. Apparently Jared's mother had always insisted it was silly to walk to another room when you could just yell. It was a difference they’d gotten used to.
Jensen was heading towards the sound.
“What’s this?”
“Um, what’s what?”
“This?”
“Hang on, I’m coming.”
Jared was standing in Jensen's bedroom, a laundry basket on the floor and there, staring at the both of them, was Jared.
Whoops.
“Oh, um…”
“Why am I staring at you from behind your bed?”
“It’s from the Chicago Con.”
“That’s not really an answer, Jen.”
“I figured there was a prank in there somewhere.”
“Six months ago. You figure it out yet?”
Jared's lip twitched and Jensen wasn’t sure if he was angry or amused. He ran a hand through his hair, scratched the back of his neck and blushed; he was good at multitasking like that.
“Well?”
“Not yet. I just figured…”
“That you wanted me to keep watching you.”
And Jensen cursed their level of knowledge of one another because he knew the moment Jared knew that he was right. His eyes widened and he dropped the pillow cases currently balled in his hand.
Jensen took the offensive. “What were you doing in my room, man?”
“I only had half a load; I figured I’d do your sheets too.”
Jensen wanted to argue but he was having trouble with the fact that Jared was watching him, the real Jared, real watching and it was making him real hard.
Jared looked at the picture and then back to Jensen. “So I watch you all the time, huh?”
Jensen nodded mutely.
“I can’t decide if that’s creepy or hot. Do I watch you get dressed?” Jared took a step forward into Jensen's personal space, which was nothing new, but the low tone in his voice and the rising heat off his body was different somehow.
Jensen nodded.
“And I watch you sleep?”
He nodded again.
“I watch you jerk off.”
Jensen's eye widened, his head popped up but he bit his lip and nodded, and now Jared was smiling widely as he sat back on the chair in the corner of the room, sprawled out, lazy and indolent. “Show me.”
“W-w-what?”
“I’ve been watchin’ and never got the pleasure to see. Show me.” His Texas drawl was there in every word and Jensen wasn’t sure, he thought it meant Jared was turned on.
He sat back on the bed, against the headboard, “Jared.”
“You’re a grown man, Jen, you must have jerked off a thousand times, hell, this year alone and I want to see. Now unzip, c’mon, I can see you’re hard.”
The bitch of it was…Jared was right. He was hard and he wanted to unzip. He closed his eyes and opened his fly.
“On or off?”
“Huh?”
“Do you usually do it with your jeans on or off?”
“On, just… pushed down.”
Jared nodded at him. “Well, get to it.” And Jensen didn’t think he’d ever done anything hotter than lifting his ass to push his jeans and boxers down to his thighs.
“You use lube?”
“Depends.”
“Use it now.”
Jensen reached in the drawer and the space between himself and Jared, just the length of the bed, started to seem like an abyss. The blood was rushing in his ears, he knew he was bright red with embarrassment and arousal and all he wanted was to fist his cock and strip it fast until he came so that they could ignore this forever. Of course he also really just wanted for this to take forever; this was, after all, his ultimate fantasy, well, the beginning of it.
Jensen slicked his hand but when he tried to touch himself he couldn’t. Just couldn’t make it happen. He was hard, his hand was shiny with lube, (unscented, unflavored, thank you very much) but Jared, Real-Jared was right there.
“What’s the hold up, Jen? Surely you and your hand have been properly introduced before.”
Jensen stared at his knee and then the carpet and then back without meeting Jared's gaze until Jared was kicking his ankle lightly with a bare foot. “C’mere.”
Jensen shook his head and Jared smiled. “I won’t bite, just, please Jen, c’mere.”
Jensen moved closer and Jared nodded for him to sit at the edge of the bed. Jensen did and Jared put his feet up on the mattress, not trapping him but bracketing him in. “Can you see how much I want to see this Jen? I’m not makin’ fun of you here. C’mon, show me what I’ve been missing.”
Jared's feet, sitting close enough to his hips to feel the heat grounded him, and he touched himself, lightly.
Jared let out a low groan. “Jensen.”
Jensen, encouraged, wrapped his fingers fully around his cock and stroked the shaft with inexpert and clumsy movements.
“Stop.”
Jensen did, automatically, because Jared told him to. “I wanna see you do it for real. Slide from the base and twist your hand as you go.”
Jensen wanted to roll his eyes, either back in his head or in aggravation, he wasn’t sure, but he knew he knew how to jerk off, he didn’t need Jared's direction. It wasn’t until Jared said. “Go over the head with your thumb” that he realized he wanted Jared's direction.
He found his rhythm, and as long as he didn’t meet Jared's gaze, he could stave off his orgasm for a few more minutes.
“Do you touch your balls?”
“Huh?”
“When you jerk off, when I watch you. Do you touch ’em?”
“Sometimes.”
“Lie back. I want you to fuck your hand and roll your balls.”
“Jared, Christ.”
“For me, Jen, I want the whole package.”
Jensen fell backwards and when he bent his knees and brought his feet up, Jared's feet were touching his. He pushed his jeans and boxers below his knees and let them fall apart. He’s just a wanton little whore at this point, but this may be the hottest thing he’d ever done and that includes the time he fucked that guy who turned out to be a pro.
Jensen thrust up into his hand; he was staring at the ceiling but he couldn’t pretend Jared wasn’t there, not between the warmth of his legs next to Jensen's and the constant filthy commentary about how hot he looks and how gorgeous he is and how Jared wants to suck him down and see what kind of sounds he makes then.
He’s close and he let out a high pitched noise before he bit his lip and then he came fast and hard while Jared said helpful things like, “yeah, god Jen, so good, so fuckin’ hot, so fuckin’ dirty.”
And Jensen was coming down, feeling embarrassed again, but Jared was lying next to him now, shoulder to shoulder.
He wrapped his hand around Jensen's wrist, and pulled it to his face, licking a wide stripe up a come splattered finger; he turned and smiled. “So glad you stole that picture.”
Jensen doesn’t know what to say to that but Jared presses a pretty chaste kiss on his lips and Jensen figured maybe he’d got some time to figure it out.
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Author:Vamphile
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1500+/-
Summary Jensen steals a picture of Jared for a prank. Smex ensues.
A/N NEW YEAR'S DAY PORN!
Private Eyes
Right after they moved in together there was a Con. Jensen couldn’t stop staring a the picture of Jared; it was easily five feet high and at least three feet wide on foam core and, he thought, surely there was an epic prank in there somewhere. So he gave them his best Dean Winchester smile and two days later it turned up on his doorstep. He admitted to himself, once he had it safely in his room, that he hadn’t really thought this through.The house was spacious, sure, but where the hell was he supposed to hide a ten-times-larger-than-life headshot of his best friend? He ended up sliding it behind his bed. He went off to the set and didn’t think about it again…. Until he got home. When he collapsed in his bed, his pillow angled the way he liked and he realized that Jared's eyes were the only part of the picture showing. There they were, above the mattress, below the headboard. He could feel them watching him. Jensen slept uneasily that night.
Over the course of the nest few weeks he got used to photo-Jared watching him all the time. It became comforting the same way being with real-Jared was. There was little judgment and always a twinkle in those eyes, as if he was about to break into that full body laugh at any minute.
Jensen found himself going a little insane. Holding up two shirts and asking Jared's opinion, and then disregarding the fake opinion because he was a little insane. He’d have to be a whole bucket of crazy to take Jared's advice on clothes.
There were other minor side effects to Jared watching him in his bedroom.
He got half hard whenever he was naked, and when he did jerk off, the dirty wrongness of Jared watching made it go that much faster and be that much hotter.
In all, he totally forgot about the prank and just let his best friend be a creepy stalker. He pretty much forgot about it the rest of the time.
“Jen!”
“Yeah?” Jensen's mother had always insisted that it was rude to yell across the house. Apparently Jared's mother had always insisted it was silly to walk to another room when you could just yell. It was a difference they’d gotten used to.
Jensen was heading towards the sound.
“What’s this?”
“Um, what’s what?”
“This?”
“Hang on, I’m coming.”
Jared was standing in Jensen's bedroom, a laundry basket on the floor and there, staring at the both of them, was Jared.
Whoops.
“Oh, um…”
“Why am I staring at you from behind your bed?”
“It’s from the Chicago Con.”
“That’s not really an answer, Jen.”
“I figured there was a prank in there somewhere.”
“Six months ago. You figure it out yet?”
Jared's lip twitched and Jensen wasn’t sure if he was angry or amused. He ran a hand through his hair, scratched the back of his neck and blushed; he was good at multitasking like that.
“Well?”
“Not yet. I just figured…”
“That you wanted me to keep watching you.”
And Jensen cursed their level of knowledge of one another because he knew the moment Jared knew that he was right. His eyes widened and he dropped the pillow cases currently balled in his hand.
Jensen took the offensive. “What were you doing in my room, man?”
“I only had half a load; I figured I’d do your sheets too.”
Jensen wanted to argue but he was having trouble with the fact that Jared was watching him, the real Jared, real watching and it was making him real hard.
Jared looked at the picture and then back to Jensen. “So I watch you all the time, huh?”
Jensen nodded mutely.
“I can’t decide if that’s creepy or hot. Do I watch you get dressed?” Jared took a step forward into Jensen's personal space, which was nothing new, but the low tone in his voice and the rising heat off his body was different somehow.
Jensen nodded.
“And I watch you sleep?”
He nodded again.
“I watch you jerk off.”
Jensen's eye widened, his head popped up but he bit his lip and nodded, and now Jared was smiling widely as he sat back on the chair in the corner of the room, sprawled out, lazy and indolent. “Show me.”
“W-w-what?”
“I’ve been watchin’ and never got the pleasure to see. Show me.” His Texas drawl was there in every word and Jensen wasn’t sure, he thought it meant Jared was turned on.
He sat back on the bed, against the headboard, “Jared.”
“You’re a grown man, Jen, you must have jerked off a thousand times, hell, this year alone and I want to see. Now unzip, c’mon, I can see you’re hard.”
The bitch of it was…Jared was right. He was hard and he wanted to unzip. He closed his eyes and opened his fly.
“On or off?”
“Huh?”
“Do you usually do it with your jeans on or off?”
“On, just… pushed down.”
Jared nodded at him. “Well, get to it.” And Jensen didn’t think he’d ever done anything hotter than lifting his ass to push his jeans and boxers down to his thighs.
“You use lube?”
“Depends.”
“Use it now.”
Jensen reached in the drawer and the space between himself and Jared, just the length of the bed, started to seem like an abyss. The blood was rushing in his ears, he knew he was bright red with embarrassment and arousal and all he wanted was to fist his cock and strip it fast until he came so that they could ignore this forever. Of course he also really just wanted for this to take forever; this was, after all, his ultimate fantasy, well, the beginning of it.
Jensen slicked his hand but when he tried to touch himself he couldn’t. Just couldn’t make it happen. He was hard, his hand was shiny with lube, (unscented, unflavored, thank you very much) but Jared, Real-Jared was right there.
“What’s the hold up, Jen? Surely you and your hand have been properly introduced before.”
Jensen stared at his knee and then the carpet and then back without meeting Jared's gaze until Jared was kicking his ankle lightly with a bare foot. “C’mere.”
Jensen shook his head and Jared smiled. “I won’t bite, just, please Jen, c’mere.”
Jensen moved closer and Jared nodded for him to sit at the edge of the bed. Jensen did and Jared put his feet up on the mattress, not trapping him but bracketing him in. “Can you see how much I want to see this Jen? I’m not makin’ fun of you here. C’mon, show me what I’ve been missing.”
Jared's feet, sitting close enough to his hips to feel the heat grounded him, and he touched himself, lightly.
Jared let out a low groan. “Jensen.”
Jensen, encouraged, wrapped his fingers fully around his cock and stroked the shaft with inexpert and clumsy movements.
“Stop.”
Jensen did, automatically, because Jared told him to. “I wanna see you do it for real. Slide from the base and twist your hand as you go.”
Jensen wanted to roll his eyes, either back in his head or in aggravation, he wasn’t sure, but he knew he knew how to jerk off, he didn’t need Jared's direction. It wasn’t until Jared said. “Go over the head with your thumb” that he realized he wanted Jared's direction.
He found his rhythm, and as long as he didn’t meet Jared's gaze, he could stave off his orgasm for a few more minutes.
“Do you touch your balls?”
“Huh?”
“When you jerk off, when I watch you. Do you touch ’em?”
“Sometimes.”
“Lie back. I want you to fuck your hand and roll your balls.”
“Jared, Christ.”
“For me, Jen, I want the whole package.”
Jensen fell backwards and when he bent his knees and brought his feet up, Jared's feet were touching his. He pushed his jeans and boxers below his knees and let them fall apart. He’s just a wanton little whore at this point, but this may be the hottest thing he’d ever done and that includes the time he fucked that guy who turned out to be a pro.
Jensen thrust up into his hand; he was staring at the ceiling but he couldn’t pretend Jared wasn’t there, not between the warmth of his legs next to Jensen's and the constant filthy commentary about how hot he looks and how gorgeous he is and how Jared wants to suck him down and see what kind of sounds he makes then.
He’s close and he let out a high pitched noise before he bit his lip and then he came fast and hard while Jared said helpful things like, “yeah, god Jen, so good, so fuckin’ hot, so fuckin’ dirty.”
And Jensen was coming down, feeling embarrassed again, but Jared was lying next to him now, shoulder to shoulder.
He wrapped his hand around Jensen's wrist, and pulled it to his face, licking a wide stripe up a come splattered finger; he turned and smiled. “So glad you stole that picture.”
Jensen doesn’t know what to say to that but Jared presses a pretty chaste kiss on his lips and Jensen figured maybe he’d got some time to figure it out.
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