FIC: Cherry (1/1)

[nilchance]

Title: Cherry
Author: nilchance
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: CWRPS; JA/JDM
Summary: Genderfuck porn with delusions of grandeur. Just say no to cursed marijuana.



It went like this: too many beers, intense shooting schedule, one king bed, too tight quarters, a pressure valve, a convenient fuck or two. Then they spun back out, players to the starting line, until gravity got to be too much and they were tangled up in each other again. It was like some crazy music of the spheres, a silent dance going on around them while they were too distracted to listen.

Every once in a while, the universe got pissed and cranked the volume up.
*****
Work was called that day, on account of cursed weed. Sadly, one of Jensen's first thoughts was that he'd finally have a good answer to the 'has anything weird happened on set?' question.

Yes. My TV daddy lost his dick. Just say no to drugs, kids.

Jeff leaned against Jensen's counter, cold beer in hand. He stood the same way, propped up on his elbows, hips tilted in lazy invitation. Under his jacket, the black t-shirt strained against his-- Jensen's brain stuttered on the word-- breasts. They were nice breasts, ripe curves that would fit in the hand.

He didn't make a pretty woman, any more than he was a pretty guy. He was all sinew and height, lean muscle and narrow curves, strong jaw and mussed hair. Jeff looked like a woman who could kick your ass, but there was that same quiet smolder that said you'd ask for more when he was done with you.

"So," Jeff said finally. The smoky drawl lingered in his new voice, still a growl instead of a purr. His mouth twitched. "You done staring yet?"

"I'll let you know." Jensen gripped his coffee mug tighter, like he could absorb the caffeine by osmosis. He'd been expecting Jared's usual post-jog wakeup call; opening his eyes to see Jeff, girl-Jeff, had thrown him, and he was still getting over the vertigo. "Cursed weed?"

"Yeah. Last time I trust anything Zachariah brings into my damn house. And let me tell you, he's an ugly woman. I think it's the hair." Shoving his hands in his pockets, Jeff gave that killing grin. "Shonda was hoping it was permanent so she could cast me again. Hell, maybe Eric could figure out if John had a twin sister."

A knot in Jensen's chest loosened before he even realized it was there. "It'll wear off, then."

"So they tell me." Jeff's voice slid lower, intimate and teasing. "What's the matter, Jen? Would you miss my cock?"

"I was thinking still John owes Dean a free shot," Jensen murmured. He could feel the heat in his voice, though, rising along his cheekbones and the nape of his neck. The conversation was white noise while their bodies played call and answer. God, what the hell? It wasn't even Jeff's body, but Jensen felt that same visceral response in his own.

Jeff's eyes went heavy-lidded, satisfied. Message received.

"Sure you were." Shifting his feet further apart, Jeff said, "You'd miss me knowing when that's exactly what you need. You'd miss Jared working you open for my dick. You'd miss watching Jared suck me off, watching me jerk off while I suck you both."

The kitchen felt tighter. Jensen kept his hands on the counter, kept his body in its relaxed slouch even as his pulse picked up. He wet his lip, absently, and watched Jeff swallow. "I'd miss it. Maybe it'd be nice to see your hand between your legs now, though. You tried that?"

Jeff went still. He watched Jensen, breathing gone shallow, not answering.

Jensen pushed himself off his counter and into Jeff's space. He could smell Jeff, soap and aftershave and something sweeter. Holding Jensen's eyes, Jeff drew taller, almost Jen's height. Almost. Jensen purred. "Bet you were so goddamn wet. Got your fingertips so slick you could barely hold on. Did you fuck yourself, baby? God, those fingers in your pussy, little messy noises--"

With a guttural noise, Jeff grabbed Jensen by the arms and pulled him in close. Bracing one hand on the back of Jensen's neck, Jeff tried to pull him down for a kiss.

Jensen veered, crowding Jeff against the counter and murmuring in his ear, "Was it good when you came, Jeff? Did you shake? Suck your fingers?" From the harsh sound Jeff made, yes. "I'd have licked you clean, you know, licked that sweet little clit until you came for me again--"

"Fuck," Jeff groaned, nails scraping along Jensen's nape, trying to push him down. "Jensen, goddamn it."

The scent of Jeff's skin was heady. Jensen rubbed his cheek against Jeff's throat, nipping as Jeff let his head drop back. He slid his hands between their bodies, pushing Jeff's jacket to the floor, yanking off his shirt, fumbling with the button to Jeff's jeans. Jeff pushed right back, tugging roughly at Jensen's undershirt, trying to wrench down his boxers.

The button gave, zipper ripping off its track. Jensen shoved Jeff's jeans down past his hips, then grabbed him and hoisted him onto the counter. Surprise bought Jensen a second there, Jeff pausing to blink at him. Jensen let his hands coast up, cupping Jeff's breasts. "No bra?" he teased. "Slut."

Jeff spread his thighs, kicking off his shoes so that his jeans could slide the rest of the way to the floor. He was shivering, so wet Jensen could smell it and see the damp fabric of Jeff's black underwear. "You know it," Jeff rumbled. "You're wearing too many clothes."

"In a minute." Jensen leaned back to look Jeff over. He found the chicken pox scar on Jeff's ribs, the long scratch from an ex-girlfriend's cat, the burn from a fried space heater. Jeff's nipples were the same, dark against his skin, pebbled hard in the cool open air. Carefully, Jensen skimmed his thumb over one nipple. Jeff drew in a startled breath, and Jensen smiled. "Mm. It's like that."

Leaning his head back against the cabinet, Jeff said roughly, "Harder."

Jensen brushed over the nipple again, pinched lightly, and bent his head to take it in his mouth. Jeff made a harsher sound, one hand latching on the back of Jensen's neck. When Jensen sucked, Jeff's thighs trembled against him. When he nipped, Jeff arched, pressing harder into his mouth.

"Jen," Jeff bit off. "C'mon."

Smiling against him, Jensen slid his hand down Jeff's belly and cupped him in his fingers. The panties were drenched and hot. Jeff jerked when Jensen stroked him through the cloth, pushing into his hand with a snarl.

"Fuck," Jensen gritted, "you're so..." His fingers edged under the cotton, pushing it aside, parting slick curls until his fingers were soaked, just skimming the hot stretch of skin between clit and cunt. Jensen was so hard he could feel his pulse, choking on it, but he'd never felt Jeff shake like this, like he'd come apart in Jensen's hands. Swallowing, Jensen tugged at the top of the underwear.

Jeff shuddered and lifted his hips, yanking the underwear off, his fingers tangling with Jensen's. It was clumsy and messy and sweet as hell. Jensen cupped Jeff's hips, and the words spilled up his throat. "I'm glad you're here."

For a second, Jeff just looked at him, caught off guard. His pupils were shot, wild and dark enough to drown in. Then he smiled back. "Yeah. Me too. Now get on your knees for me, boy."

Deliberately, Jensen knelt and grabbed Jeff's legs to ease them over his shoulders. That brought him close enough to breathe Jeff in. Dark curls framed slick pink skin, darker at the clit. It was Jeff's scent, salt and sweat, heady and crazy. Holding Jeff's eyes, Jensen leaned in and dragged his tongue over the hard line of his clit.

The back of Jeff's head hit the cabinet. He hissed, grabbing at Jensen's head, forcing him close. "God," he growled, "that- you- fuck, your mouth-"

Smirking, Jensen leaned in and drank him down. He devoured Jeff, swollen clit throbbing on his tongue, Jeff's thighs trembling on his shoulders. Every lick drew Jeff's body taut, pulling noises from his throat. God, so wet, soaking Jensen's fingers, his mouth, messy and wonderful. Jeff cursed and shook and moaned, heels digging in to Jensen's back, tensing into hot silence when Jensen slid back far enough to ease a finger into Jeff's pussy. When Jensen hummed against him, Jeff made a helpless sound, and Jensen had to grind his palm into his cock to keep from coming. He pressed his finger up instead, rubbing Jeff from the inside, feeling the ripple of slick muscle, hearing Jeff rasp, "Jen, God, more. More."

A second finger. Jeff groaned under his mouth, a tearing sound like he'd come already and Jensen had slid down to suck his cock hard again. His hand cupped Jensen's head, desperate, pulling hair now as his hips thrust into Jensen's grip, trying to fuck Jensen's mouth.

Nobody had touched Jeff like this. It was a drug, pulling those low, surprised sounds from Jeff, making him quiver all over like a tightly coiled wire.

Jensen closed his eyes and let himself drown in the taste of him, the sweat under his palms, the struggling tension of Jeff's muscles and the sharply rising, hitching sound Jeff made. Fuck, he could feel Jeff coming inside, the way he spasmed around Jensen's fingers, the sob of his ragged breathing, the hard pulse of his clit as Jeff pushed up into his mouth and shuddered apart. Jeff came silently, like he couldn't even breathe to scream.

Fuck, yes. Jensen rubbed Jeff's thigh with his free hand, easing him through it with long, lazy strokes of his tongue and his fingertips. His jaw hurt, his scalp ached, he was hard enough to cut glass, but when Jeff finally sank back, exhausted, Jensen had to smile. Jeff looked fucked out, flushed and sweaty, hair mussed, eyes glassy, thighs spread. Jensen wanted to tip him into bed and start all over until Jeff howled.

"Okay?" Jensen asked, too softly.

Jeff wet his lips, swallowed and nodded. He reached out, touched Jensen's mouth with his thumb, and shuddered. "Thanks," he rasped, in a voice like ten miles of bad road. Then his attention flicked somewhere above Jensen's head, and he smiled. "Enjoy the show?"

Jensen blinked, then looked over his shoulder at Jared, who was propping up the door. The look in Jared's eyes could've scorched Jeff's panties, if they weren't hanging off the faucet.

"Aw, Jeff," Jared drawled, easing his belt from its loops. He glanced at Jensen and grinned. "You'd better get comfortable. We aren't done yet."

Jensen crooked his fingers, and Jared was there to drink Jeff's moan.
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End.