Not only have I written porn, I have written RPS porn drabble. You have been warned. I am in no way shape or form responsible if you click on the cut tag below. ;D
My first foray into porn. I feel dirty, but yet, it feels so good.
Title: dream a little dream
Character(s): Jensen and Jared (but it's up to you to decide who's who)
Word Count: 485
Summary: Would J’s lower lip be as soft and pliant in real life as it was when he took it in between his teeth and pulled in his dream?
Author's Note: Very much unbeta'd. Feedback is whipped cream on top of a hot fudge sundae.
“Whoa,” he says, quickly sitting up on the couch, shaking his head. “Where the hell did that come from?”
“What?” says J from the back of the trailer.
“Uh, nothing,” he says loudly, pushing on the raging hard on under his jeans. Last thing he needs is for J to walk in, especially since he was the star attraction of the dream.
He leans back on the couch and moans, deliciously remembering the feel of the hot, moist mouth sliding over his cock, J's cheeks sucked in, the suction friction slowly driving him insane.
He shouldn’t be doing this.
He shouldn’t be dreaming about his co-worker. He shouldn’t be having SEX dreams about his co-star. His fingers begin to slowly stroke his cock and instead of settling, it grows harder under the unforgiving denim.
J’s mouth had been so soft when he straddled and kissed him, his hip bones so hard on under his hands right here…Christ!
He needs to stop this. Right now.
He stands and stretches, his muscles pulling and burning. Taking a deep breath, he rubs his hands hard over his face and then shakes his arms out. Time to relax.
They have a scene this afternoon, a big one and he knows there is no way he’ll be able to get through it if he keeps thinking about mouths and tongues and…
“Dude! Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be fine. I just had a fucked-up dream is all.”
“Oh yeah, about what?”
Dude, he thinks. If only you knew what you were doing to me in dreamland and how hot you looked when you stared up at me with those gah-damned eyes, my cock shoved deep down your throat.
“Nothing, man. Nothing. I can’t remember.”
“Oh.” A beat, a pause and he can see J with his brows furrowed, curiosity coming over him.
I wish I was coming all over him.
“What.The.Fuck.” he moans, head in his hands.
“Hey! Get on back here,” Sally the makeup artist yells. “You guys need to be on set in half hour.”
“A minute,” he calls.
A shower. A wank, definitely. And then, and then, what? Will he be able to get it out of his head? Will he be able to erase the way the stubble felt, rough against his chin, two pieces of the wrong side of Velcro rubbing against each other? Would J’s lower lip be as soft and pliant in real life as it was when he took it in between his teeth and pulled in his dream?
“Dude, come on,” J says and stops at the end of the hall.
He groans before he can stop it. J’s in character now and for some reason it makes it one hundred times hotter. His cock twitches in his pants.
“It couldn’t have been that bad of a dream,” J begins to say and then he stops. “What is going on?”
He takes the three steps needed to get close enough to J and then he says, “shut your cakehole.”
But then he was. And it was just as good as he dreamed.