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You bend all my rules till they're despairing and defeated
NC - 17 | Jared / Jensen | 1,481 words - Jared forgets all his rules when it comes to Jensen.
This is from the photographer!Jared/model!Jensen AU that I made up. That's all you need to know. For more information, see terrifyingly long authorial rambling below.
Okay, so let me explain. I have a thing for black-and-white photos. And when this came out, how could I resist? I kept thinking that whoever took it must have known each and every quirk of Jensen's face and then it all tumbled down from there.
So, here we are. Photographer!Jared/model!Jensen AU (plus, my father made me scan in 100 plus pictures from our albums so, maybe that had something to do with it - there's nothing like seeing your own baby pictures where you were trying to touch your brain through your nose to inspire some porn). I fondly call it The Guilty Party verse.
This verse (should I add more to it) will be very, very, very porny. God, what is it with March that makes me write way too much porn? I'd ask you all to stop me but knowing you freaky bitches, you'd go "but where's the rimming one?".
For the record, the rimming will come later.
Lastly (yes, finally), title is, again, taken from friend's band's song. Petroglossia - The Guilty Party (haha, I named a whole verse of buttfucking and gay porn after one of their songs - they're going to be so traumatized).
You bend all my rules till they're despairing and defeated
you crashed in, ate all my food, watched all my porn
I wanted to say no but you stopped me with that coy tilt of your head
You bend all my rules till they're despairing and defeated
Jared clips the newly-developed photos on the wire. He sits on a stool, waiting and watching as Jensen's eyes stare at him from the drying photographs. The light in the darkroom's shitty but he can already tell that they're gonna be perfect.
Like the man in them.
Never sleep with the model was what Chad told him when Jared bought his first camera. And Jared knows that, knows how it blows up in your face like Chad's thing with Sophia. That was just ugly.
But god, the first time he saw Jensen through his lens, Jared knew that rule was shot to shit. Along with keep it professional and be warm, courteou, but don't flirt and talk at them, not TO them. And just about each and everyone of his rules.
"Never, ever, ever, ever, ever..." Jared says and smacks his forehead on the table in front of him.
There's a knock on the door and a "Jared?" and Jared doesn't want to open it, doesn't want to see how badly he's fucking this up.
But Jensen probably just risen up from bed, hair a mess, face wrinkled from sleep and lazy-green eyes half-lidded.
Jared opens the door.
Jensen looks up at him, surprised before breaking out into a sweet, morning smile and there's a sharp twist in Jared's belly, one that says oh god, I'm fucking this up and so goddamn fucking beautiful.
"Hey. Come in. I just finished developing the photos."
"Yeah? Lemme see!" Jensen says and walks inside.
He stands in front of the photos, looking at them one by one. Only then does Jared see that Jensen's wearing both Jared's shirt and boxers. The shirt's a little loose around him but it looks good on Jensen, a comfy fit. Like your favorite ratty shirt or your baggy sweatpants.
Jared presses his lips together until they hurt. He watches as Jensen looks closely at a photograph and god, nobody should look good in the darkroom's light. Nobody.
But Jensen makes it so easy, so fucking casual. And Jared can't help himself anymore, not when Jensen's wearing his clothes and padding around his apartment barefoot.
"These are awesome, Jared," Jensen starts but is cut off as Jared takes him by the wrist and slams him against the door.
He hears Jensen's approving "hell yeah" before he smashes their lips together, cradling Jensen's head, wanting him closer, always closer. Jensen reaches around him, grabs his ass and grinds their cocks together and Jared groans into the kiss, feeling how hard Jensen is.
Jared runs his lips, teeth down from the corner of Jensen's mouth, licking and sucking until he gets to Jensen's throat, feels the thrum of Jensen's moans under his tongue. Jared tilts Jensen's head, knowing how much it turns him on and scrapes his teeth over the soft skin of Jensen's throat.
He works a hand down, palming Jensen's cock through his boxers, his own boxers and god it's so hot that Jared just wants to get off, wants to see Jensen coming in his hand, watch those pretty, green eyes go wide as Jared makes him come.
He slips his hand down those boxers and takes Jensen in his hand, knowing how much Jensen likes it when Jared jerks him off. He knows that Jensen likes Jared's big hands on him, watches as Jared touches and strokes with his fingers.
Jared brings his hand up to Jensen's mouth and Jensen licks it, running that rough tongue over Jared's palm. Jared's breath is quickening, each pass of Jensen's tongue making his own cock jump.
God, he could come just from Jensen licking his palm.
Then, Jared lowers his hand down again and grips Jensen's cock, hard and hot in his fingers.
"C'mon, Jared. Pick up the pace a bit there," Jensen says and smirks at him.
Fucking cocky son of a bitch. Jared bites his lower lip and then twists his hand, pumping it down. Jensen groans, hips moving when Jared starts doing it faster. He knows that Jensen likes it hard and rough, merciless and wicked.
"Yeah, Jensen. You like that?" Jared says and licks the whorls of Jensen's ear, feeling each shudder pass through him. He moves his hand faster, watching, watching as Jensen starts thrusting into the tight circle of his hands, fucking his fingers, eyes shut tight.
Jensen's making these little cried-out moans and his lips are parted when he grabs Jared's wrist, fucking his hand, so desperate for any kind of friction.
And then he groans, eyes snapping wide open as he comes all over Jared's fist, thrusting, wanting every last bit of pleasure.
Jensen rests his forehead on Jared's shoulder, catching his breath and Jared wipes his hand on Jensen's shirt (which is kinda stupid since it is still his shirt). He pushes his denim-covered cock into Jensen's hip and Jensen snickers into his shoulder. "You wanna get off, J?"
"If it's not any trouble," Jared says and pushes again.
Jensen groans and his hands start unbuttoning Jared's pants. Jared hears his sharp intake of breath when he finds out Jared's not wearing anything underneath.
"Come on." Jensen says, pulling his hand, insistent. "You can fuck me."
"Jesus Christ, Jensen," Jared hisses and tugs down his boxers until they drop to the floor and Jensen steps out of them, pulling off his shirt. Jared pulls down his jeans and grabs Jensen, wanting skin on skin right now. He grabs Jensen by his nape and kisses him again, thrusting his tongue inside, wanting to taste every inch of Jensen's mouth, wanting all of it until he forgets what his own mouth ever tasted like.
He runs his hand down Jensen's back, sliding a finger between his ass and pushing in. Jensen groans into the kiss and pushes back into Jared's fingers.
"Come on. The bed," Jensen says.
"No, no. Now, Jensen, now," Jared says and backs Jensen into one of the tables.
"Christ, Jared," Jensen says but pushes himself up into the table. "You got anything?"
Jared nods and bends down, fishing a condom from one of the pockets of his jeans. He opens and rolls it down his cock, each second feeling like an hour. He grabs Jensen's legs, holding them up and he thrusts in. God, it never gets old, every single time feels as good as first time he fucked Jensen.
He wants to fuck Jensen until he's hard again, thrust into Jensen's ass until he's coming all over himself.
He bends down, licking Jensen's left nipple, running his tongue all over it, wanting to taste every curve and inch of Jensen's skin. He slams his hips up, groaning into Jensen's neck. So good, so fucking tight. He's breathing damply into the hollow of Jensen's throat, feeling the pulse jump with each thrust of his hips. And he licks there, tastes the salty-bitter sweat of Jensen.
He wants this, rules be damned. He wants all of this.
He can feel Jensen hard again, between their bodies and he wraps his hand around Jensen's cock, jerking him off, awkward and messy. No grace or coordination, nothing but the sheer need to touch Jensen again.
It's not enough, never going to be enough but he comes with a hoarse moan that he buries deep into Jensen's throat. His hips shudder as he pulls out then drops down. He sucks Jensen's cock, tasting the come from earlier and swirling his tongue all over the head. He slips two fingers inside Jensen and curls them, Jensen's cock thrusting deeper into his mouth.
It doesn't take long. Not with Jared twisting his fingers mercilessly and Jensen comes in his mouth, Jared swallowing.
Jared lies down on top of Jensen, licking the corner of his mouth, touching Jensen's sides, counting the bumps of his ribs, feeling the heave of his chest with each breath.
"I'm not supposed to sleep with the model," Jared whispers into the sweaty skin behind Jensen's ear.
He runs his nose all over Jensen's ear, smelling Jensen's shampoo. Maybe, they can take a shower together later.
"I'm not supposed to sleep with the photographer," Jensen says.
Jared looks down at him. "Really? That a rule, Ackles?"
Jensen smiles at him, smirking really. They are definitely taking that shower. This just wasn't enough. He wants to suck Jensen in the bathroom, see if he can make him scream.
"Well, it's more like a suggestion now. A really stupid suggestion," Jensen says.
"Shower?" Jared says and pulls him up.
"Now, that's an awesome suggestion right there," Jensen says.
Jared smirks and licks his lips. "That's not a suggestion."
NC - 17 | Jared / Jensen | 1,481 words - Jared forgets all his rules when it comes to Jensen.
This is from the photographer!Jared/model!Jensen AU that I made up. That's all you need to know. For more information, see terrifyingly long authorial rambling below.
Okay, so let me explain. I have a thing for black-and-white photos. And when this came out, how could I resist? I kept thinking that whoever took it must have known each and every quirk of Jensen's face and then it all tumbled down from there.
So, here we are. Photographer!Jared/model!Jensen AU (plus, my father made me scan in 100 plus pictures from our albums so, maybe that had something to do with it - there's nothing like seeing your own baby pictures where you were trying to touch your brain through your nose to inspire some porn). I fondly call it The Guilty Party verse.
This verse (should I add more to it) will be very, very, very porny. God, what is it with March that makes me write way too much porn? I'd ask you all to stop me but knowing you freaky bitches, you'd go "but where's the rimming one?".
For the record, the rimming will come later.
Lastly (yes, finally), title is, again, taken from friend's band's song. Petroglossia - The Guilty Party (haha, I named a whole verse of buttfucking and gay porn after one of their songs - they're going to be so traumatized).
You bend all my rules till they're despairing and defeated
you crashed in, ate all my food, watched all my porn
I wanted to say no but you stopped me with that coy tilt of your head
You bend all my rules till they're despairing and defeated
Jared clips the newly-developed photos on the wire. He sits on a stool, waiting and watching as Jensen's eyes stare at him from the drying photographs. The light in the darkroom's shitty but he can already tell that they're gonna be perfect.
Like the man in them.
Never sleep with the model was what Chad told him when Jared bought his first camera. And Jared knows that, knows how it blows up in your face like Chad's thing with Sophia. That was just ugly.
But god, the first time he saw Jensen through his lens, Jared knew that rule was shot to shit. Along with keep it professional and be warm, courteou, but don't flirt and talk at them, not TO them. And just about each and everyone of his rules.
"Never, ever, ever, ever, ever..." Jared says and smacks his forehead on the table in front of him.
There's a knock on the door and a "Jared?" and Jared doesn't want to open it, doesn't want to see how badly he's fucking this up.
But Jensen probably just risen up from bed, hair a mess, face wrinkled from sleep and lazy-green eyes half-lidded.
Jared opens the door.
Jensen looks up at him, surprised before breaking out into a sweet, morning smile and there's a sharp twist in Jared's belly, one that says oh god, I'm fucking this up and so goddamn fucking beautiful.
"Hey. Come in. I just finished developing the photos."
"Yeah? Lemme see!" Jensen says and walks inside.
He stands in front of the photos, looking at them one by one. Only then does Jared see that Jensen's wearing both Jared's shirt and boxers. The shirt's a little loose around him but it looks good on Jensen, a comfy fit. Like your favorite ratty shirt or your baggy sweatpants.
Jared presses his lips together until they hurt. He watches as Jensen looks closely at a photograph and god, nobody should look good in the darkroom's light. Nobody.
But Jensen makes it so easy, so fucking casual. And Jared can't help himself anymore, not when Jensen's wearing his clothes and padding around his apartment barefoot.
"These are awesome, Jared," Jensen starts but is cut off as Jared takes him by the wrist and slams him against the door.
He hears Jensen's approving "hell yeah" before he smashes their lips together, cradling Jensen's head, wanting him closer, always closer. Jensen reaches around him, grabs his ass and grinds their cocks together and Jared groans into the kiss, feeling how hard Jensen is.
Jared runs his lips, teeth down from the corner of Jensen's mouth, licking and sucking until he gets to Jensen's throat, feels the thrum of Jensen's moans under his tongue. Jared tilts Jensen's head, knowing how much it turns him on and scrapes his teeth over the soft skin of Jensen's throat.
He works a hand down, palming Jensen's cock through his boxers, his own boxers and god it's so hot that Jared just wants to get off, wants to see Jensen coming in his hand, watch those pretty, green eyes go wide as Jared makes him come.
He slips his hand down those boxers and takes Jensen in his hand, knowing how much Jensen likes it when Jared jerks him off. He knows that Jensen likes Jared's big hands on him, watches as Jared touches and strokes with his fingers.
Jared brings his hand up to Jensen's mouth and Jensen licks it, running that rough tongue over Jared's palm. Jared's breath is quickening, each pass of Jensen's tongue making his own cock jump.
God, he could come just from Jensen licking his palm.
Then, Jared lowers his hand down again and grips Jensen's cock, hard and hot in his fingers.
"C'mon, Jared. Pick up the pace a bit there," Jensen says and smirks at him.
Fucking cocky son of a bitch. Jared bites his lower lip and then twists his hand, pumping it down. Jensen groans, hips moving when Jared starts doing it faster. He knows that Jensen likes it hard and rough, merciless and wicked.
"Yeah, Jensen. You like that?" Jared says and licks the whorls of Jensen's ear, feeling each shudder pass through him. He moves his hand faster, watching, watching as Jensen starts thrusting into the tight circle of his hands, fucking his fingers, eyes shut tight.
Jensen's making these little cried-out moans and his lips are parted when he grabs Jared's wrist, fucking his hand, so desperate for any kind of friction.
And then he groans, eyes snapping wide open as he comes all over Jared's fist, thrusting, wanting every last bit of pleasure.
Jensen rests his forehead on Jared's shoulder, catching his breath and Jared wipes his hand on Jensen's shirt (which is kinda stupid since it is still his shirt). He pushes his denim-covered cock into Jensen's hip and Jensen snickers into his shoulder. "You wanna get off, J?"
"If it's not any trouble," Jared says and pushes again.
Jensen groans and his hands start unbuttoning Jared's pants. Jared hears his sharp intake of breath when he finds out Jared's not wearing anything underneath.
"Come on." Jensen says, pulling his hand, insistent. "You can fuck me."
"Jesus Christ, Jensen," Jared hisses and tugs down his boxers until they drop to the floor and Jensen steps out of them, pulling off his shirt. Jared pulls down his jeans and grabs Jensen, wanting skin on skin right now. He grabs Jensen by his nape and kisses him again, thrusting his tongue inside, wanting to taste every inch of Jensen's mouth, wanting all of it until he forgets what his own mouth ever tasted like.
He runs his hand down Jensen's back, sliding a finger between his ass and pushing in. Jensen groans into the kiss and pushes back into Jared's fingers.
"Come on. The bed," Jensen says.
"No, no. Now, Jensen, now," Jared says and backs Jensen into one of the tables.
"Christ, Jared," Jensen says but pushes himself up into the table. "You got anything?"
Jared nods and bends down, fishing a condom from one of the pockets of his jeans. He opens and rolls it down his cock, each second feeling like an hour. He grabs Jensen's legs, holding them up and he thrusts in. God, it never gets old, every single time feels as good as first time he fucked Jensen.
He wants to fuck Jensen until he's hard again, thrust into Jensen's ass until he's coming all over himself.
He bends down, licking Jensen's left nipple, running his tongue all over it, wanting to taste every curve and inch of Jensen's skin. He slams his hips up, groaning into Jensen's neck. So good, so fucking tight. He's breathing damply into the hollow of Jensen's throat, feeling the pulse jump with each thrust of his hips. And he licks there, tastes the salty-bitter sweat of Jensen.
He wants this, rules be damned. He wants all of this.
He can feel Jensen hard again, between their bodies and he wraps his hand around Jensen's cock, jerking him off, awkward and messy. No grace or coordination, nothing but the sheer need to touch Jensen again.
It's not enough, never going to be enough but he comes with a hoarse moan that he buries deep into Jensen's throat. His hips shudder as he pulls out then drops down. He sucks Jensen's cock, tasting the come from earlier and swirling his tongue all over the head. He slips two fingers inside Jensen and curls them, Jensen's cock thrusting deeper into his mouth.
It doesn't take long. Not with Jared twisting his fingers mercilessly and Jensen comes in his mouth, Jared swallowing.
Jared lies down on top of Jensen, licking the corner of his mouth, touching Jensen's sides, counting the bumps of his ribs, feeling the heave of his chest with each breath.
"I'm not supposed to sleep with the model," Jared whispers into the sweaty skin behind Jensen's ear.
He runs his nose all over Jensen's ear, smelling Jensen's shampoo. Maybe, they can take a shower together later.
"I'm not supposed to sleep with the photographer," Jensen says.
Jared looks down at him. "Really? That a rule, Ackles?"
Jensen smiles at him, smirking really. They are definitely taking that shower. This just wasn't enough. He wants to suck Jensen in the bathroom, see if he can make him scream.
"Well, it's more like a suggestion now. A really stupid suggestion," Jensen says.
"Shower?" Jared says and pulls him up.
"Now, that's an awesome suggestion right there," Jensen says.
Jared smirks and licks his lips. "That's not a suggestion."
