FIC: Snake Inside Your Garden (1/1)
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nilchanceTitle: Snake Inside Your Garden
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nilchance
Pairing: CWRPS, JDM/JA
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not real. Not character defamation. Just fiction.
A/N: Hooker fic. Betaed bypoisontaster, who tightened things up and made them sing.
The hook slid in, parting skin like butter. It was one of twins, the other hook splitting open the muscle of his back, wrapped around his spine in a cool kiss of metal. Jensen lay still, panting, as the pain lapped over him in slow drugged waves.
Jeff knelt beside him, blood lurid on his hand as he worked the hook deeper. Jensen watched it disappear into him, stunned stupid, and the red welled up around the hook to drip down his belly. The metal was clean, silver and cold, catching behind Jensen's ribs. Jeff stroked the entry wound, his expression serious and sad as he gathered up blood on his fingers.
"What're you..." Words ran together. Jensen stared. "Jeff. You can't-"
"I'm sorry," Jeff murmured. He raised his bloody fingers to his mouth, shuddering. His tongue darted out for a taste, his face twisting in pleasure-pain. Teeth pulling back from his lips, Jeff devoured the blood with long laps of his tongue. His growl hummed along Jensen's skin. Between licks, he panted, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean for this to happen."
Before Jensen could speak, the hooks began to pull. He opened his mouth to scream over the wet crack of bone, and the sound woke pain like a mouth, gnashing teeth tearing him to pieces.
"Jensen. Hey, shh, c'mon now."
Jensen twitched awake and looked down. His chest was smooth and bare. No blood, just the heaving of his breath and the frantic pounding of his heart. Jeff was in bed beside him, a long stretch of tan skin under the sheets, one hand on Jensen's arm. Worried, Jeff said, "Y'all right?"
No. Maybe.
Jensen started to roll over, off of Jeff, but his ass hit the sheets and the sore ache made him hiss out loud. He wrenched his arm away from Jeff's touch. It was too much now, with the nightmare pounding through his blood.
Jeff let him go, his hands open in front of him. He studied Jensen's face, frowning. Jensen ignored him, checking the room and the sheets. There was no blood, no metal hook through his chest, no pain except his ass. He was okay. He wasn't dying. He was, however, covered in sick sweat.
"Okay?" Jeff repeated.
Pulling the sheet up, Jensen wiped his face. He had to clear his throat before he could speak. "One of us should order coffee."
"Already did." Jeff indicated a carafe of coffee sitting on the nightstand behind him. "How about a trade?"
Irritation bit at Jensen. He lowered the sheet and said, "Your dollar. If you want me to blow you, just say it."
Jeff raised an eyebrow. "Knew you'd be a morning person. C'mere."
Jensen leaned back from Jeff's hand, but that time Jeff kept tugging at him. After a few seconds of resisting, Jensen snarled and let himself be dragged. Nudging Jensen with his hip, Jeff steered him until Jensen was laying on his belly on top of Jeff. Their legs twined. Jeff's breath smelled like coffee, strangely comforting.
"You're an asshole," Jensen said.
"Yeah, I know." Running his hand down Jensen's spine, jarring against adrenaline-raw skin, Jeff laid his head back on the pillow. In the kind light spilling through the blinds, Jensen could see sleep-flush on his face. "Nightmare, huh?"
"Something about a pushy jerk who thinks money buys his way into my head." Jensen shoved at Jeff's shoulder. "Give me coffee."
"That bad?" The quiet sympathy in Jeff's voice was worse than anything. "You were fighting like hell."
"Jesus, Jeff, take the fucking hint. Drop it." Hating the weight of Jeff's stare, Jensen laid his forehead against Jeff's shoulder. "I'm better after coffee."
"Aren't we all?" Steadying Jensen, Jeff stretched to the nightstand. There was the soft click of the carafe opening, the scent of coffee, the rhythm of morning. Jeff's shoulder creaked when he moved. Despite Jeff's calm, his muscles were iron-tight under Jensen.
Strange. Jensen hadn't dreamed since Adam's overdose. Sometimes he wondered if Adam had carved that part of Jensen away and taken it with him. And then Jensen kicked himself for being such a goddamn girl and let go of it. Life would be easier if he could let go of everything that simply.
Funny how Jeff's fingers ended up right where the other hook had been. Funny and coincidental and stupid. God, he needed coffee before he dealt with this bullshit.
Pressing his face deeper into the warm hollow of Jeff's neck, Jensen kissed him, then took a taste. Warm skin, simple and complicated as that.
"Hmm," Jeff rumbled, and Jensen heard him smiling. "Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Giving you your money's worth." Jensen nipped him. "So shut up and let me."
"Bossy thing." Shifting under Jensen, Jeff crossed his arms behind his head. His smile was a dare. "Well, come on. Show off."
Jensen raised his head to glare at him, then went back to kissing a path down Jeff's throat. He squirmed until he could kneel on either side of Jeff's narrow hips. It stung. In that position, his ass felt bright red and bruised. From Jeff's lewd grin, he knew it.
Fine. Jensen pushed himself up, sitting on Jeff's stomach, and felt Jeff give an interested jerk between his thighs. He smiled, put both hands on Jeff's shoulders, and dug his thumbs into the knotted muscles there. It made Jeff jerk under him, eyes closing as he groaned his appreciation.
"Yeah," Jensen said, rubbing hard at the tension that twined up Jeff's neck. He nudged and Jeff moved his arms readily to let Jensen have better access. "Whose bitch are you?"
Jeff purred like an overgrown cat, tipping his chin back to let Jensen rub. And yeah, okay, it was kind of cute.
Jensen kept kneading. When he worked up the back of Jeff's neck, Jeff moaned and leaned back into the pressure until it felt like he'd break Jensen's fingers. Jeff was wound tight as anything; the knots gave grudgingly and only after a few minutes of fighting with each of them. There were always others, interconnected weak spots, and Jensen followed them down Jeff's neck, his shoulders, his arms and chest. Jeff kept up an appreciative soundtrack, moans and the occasional mumbled praise. Jensen slid into a comfortable space, skin and sunlight through the blinds. It was peaceful, quiet...
After an eternity of half-words, Jeff suddenly growled. "God, baby, so fucking good." The sound jerked Jensen off of his solid ground. Heat swept all the way down to his cock. He ducked his head, forcing his mind back into that cool, solid competence. He wouldn't let Jeff rattle him.
By the time Jensen reached Jeff's left hand--having already kneaded the other side--he ached like he'd been punching something for hours. It was nice, though; he was used to wearing out his wrists in other ways and he liked having Jeff stretch and relax under his hands. He liked the lingering heat in his hands and the languor in Jeff's body.
Jeff sighed and gave Jensen a half-lidded look. "You're amazing," he drawled, words thick and honey-slow.
Jensen snorted. "Bet you say that to all the hookers."
"Nah, sweetheart." Jeff smoothed his fingertips down Jensen's stomach, down to his hip. It was ticklish and uneasy, raising goosebumps along Jensen's skin. "Just you. You've got great hands."
Ducking his head, Jensen said, "Yeah, well. Lots of practice."
"Giving backrubs?" Jeff put his hands on Jensen's waist and moved him, repositioned him from Jeff's stomach to his thighs. It rubbed Jensen's sore ass all along Jeff's skin, and Jensen couldn't hold back a quiet hiss. Jeff smirked, his eyes lazy and dark.
"Something like that." Jensen reached down and took hold of Jeff's half-hard cock. It twitched and began to fill in his hands. Stroking along the underside with fingertips--not firmly, not yet--Jensen said, "Hand me the lube?"
Stretching, Jeff grabbed the lube off the nightstand. He didn't give it over, though, cupping it in the palm of his hand as he studied Jensen. "Careful. You keep coming up with these surprises, I might steal you away somewhere."
Alarm slipped up Jensen's spine, mingling oddly with unexpected warmth. This was making him stupid and careless. He rubbed his thumb hard against the ridge of Jeff's dick just to watch Jeff shiver. "Who says I'd go?"
"Point." Spilling the lube into his palm, Jeff rubbed his fingers in it with a quick, wet noise. He took hold of his own dick and Jensen's, engulfing them in his big hand. Jensen bit down on a yelp; Jeff's grip wasn't gentle, not at all, and hot, slick heat and... When Jensen bit his lip hard, Jeff said, "Hey. No. Let me hear you."
Jensen glared at him, but let go of his lip. The slick precome from Jeff's cock slipped down and mingled with Jensen's, blending into the wet smack of lube. He panted out a breath and steadied himself on Jeff's shoulder. "Thought I was- fuck- earning my keep, here."
"Relaxed now," Jeff said, his voice low and filthy, and dragged his thumb across the heads of both their dicks. Jensen stayed still, his thighs trembling with the need to thrust forward. Jeff was hot to the touch, his fingers callused; obscene noises rose from his hand as he rubbed them together. "Love watching you try so hard not to fuck my hand."
His skin was burning. Jensen glanced at Jeff's face, then at Jeff's hand, trying to find a safe place to look. Neither were particularly comforting, but if he watched Jeff stroke himself off against his dick, he was going to have trouble not moving. It was all about making the client happy, he could do this, he'd trained for this. He could last hours and come on command-- okay, theoretically, but still. He was practiced.
Jeff was watching him, deceptively sleepy. His hand moved in a rhythm that could have Jensen coming in minutes or could drag him out for hours, depending on whether Jensen felt like hanging on. He looked good, all stretched out and lazy, mouth in an indolent curve. If Jensen didn't already want to punch him, he might want to kiss him. While Jensen looked, Jeff shivered and more slickness spilled over his fingers; Jensen felt his stomach wrench tighter, a prickling heat all over his skin. He didn't look down to see if precome dripped off him onto Jeff's hand. He didn't need to.
Jeff's thumb skirted over the head of Jensen's cock again, a kiss of nail against the slit, and Jensen couldn't help it, he pushed into Jeff's fist. Jeff murmured, "That's right, boy. Just like that."
Jensen choked and fixed his eyes on Jeff's chin. He still felt Jeff watching him, stripping him down with the steady stroke of his hand, the little firm and weirdly fond squeeze at the base. He shouldn't, but Jeff had asked, and-- aw, hell. His first real thrust into Jeff's hand came with an answering hurt, his abused ass protesting. But God, it rubbed his cock just right, a slick tight fist made even better by Jeff hardening against him. Jensen thrust forward again with a hungry noise.
"Still sore," Jeff said, "pretty ass all red for me. Could fuck you open right now, slide my dick up inside you..."
Breath hitching, Jensen shifted forward and braced his hands on Jeff's shoulders. It didn't help the ache, put more pressure on his ass. He made another noise, hurt-quiet, and Jeff smiled like it was music. When he started to sit up, Jeff grabbed him by the back of the neck. "No. Like this."
"Jeff," Jensen said.
"Like this, or I just jerk off on your face." Whatever Jeff read on his face made him huff a laugh. "You like that? All over your face, your lips, fuck, those freckles..." Voice roughening, Jeff stroked harder. "Dirty little thing, I know you'd like it. Open your mouth for it and purr like you did while I fucked your throat. Come on. Take what you want."
Jensen pushed against him, his heart beating frantically, small noises coming from his throat. It hurt, Jesus, his muscles were burning, but he felt Jeff pulsing, slicking up their cocks. Jensen smelled him, tasted him: sweat and salt and need.
Rubbing his thumb along the back of Jensen's neck, Jeff breathed against him. The ragged, feral sound was more filthy than his voice. Jeff ground out a moan and thrust up, a clumsy rhythm. "Jen," Jeff growled, "fucking come for me. Do it, boy, my--"
It was too much. Jensen felt release tear through him, jerking his head back and curling his toes. Jeff pushed him down, his heels digging into his sore ass and ramping up the burn until Jensen had to whimper, fucked out and hurting. Gripping Jensen's neck hard, Jeff made a tearing sound and came too, spilling hot over his own fingers and Jensen's hips.
They panted at each other, sweat and come between them.
After a few long moments, Jeff stroked the back of Jensen's neck and sighed. Jensen wasn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't to be rolled unceremoniously off Jeff and onto his side. Jeff touched his cheek, some tension in his expression. "You're beautiful."
Jensen blinked. He was still seeing fucking spots, and Jeff was talking at him. It didn't seem quite fair. "Thanks?"
Turning his attention to the mess on their stomachs, Jeff smiled. It didn't touch his eyes. "The things you do to me, Jen. Christ, you don't even know."
Pasting on a smile, Jensen said, "If I didn't know, I wouldn't do it right."
"Mm." Jeff glanced up at him, searching his face before reaching out to touch Jensen's mouth. His thumb pressed against Jensen's lower lip, coaxed his mouth open a little. Jensen licked the pad of Jeff's thumb, and Jeff hissed like he'd been burned. Bringing his hand back, Jeff touched his thumb to his own mouth and murmured, "Until you reconsider that kissing thing."
"I won't."
"We'll see."
And then Jeff got out of bed, a shock like cold water. Jensen watched him bend down and come up with his pants and shirt. With some minor rummaging, Jeff produced a fat wad of bills and put it down on the nightstand.
A cold spot welled up in Jensen's stomach. He managed a tight smile and grabbed the sheet, tugging it up over his hips and wiping the come off. "Yeah. Okay. Thanks."
Jeff paused at the end of the bed. "You've got the room for the day. Get some rest. You can put breakfast and lunch on the room bill. I've got work, or I wouldn't-"
"I get it," Jensen said, almost like it didn't piss him off. "I've got work, too. Go."
Jeff frowned at him. "You don't get it."
"Then I don't need to." Jensen reached out and picked up the money, flipping through the bills and counting. After a moment, he asked, "You still here?"
"Cute." Shaking his head, Jeff said, "At least get some breakfast, okay?"
Jensen grunted and kept counting until Jeff left the room, until he heard the elevator come and the door close. He kept counting over and over again until his fingers felt grimy from the money.
Fuck breakfast. He needed another run.
Author:
nilchancePairing: CWRPS, JDM/JA
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not real. Not character defamation. Just fiction.
A/N: Hooker fic. Betaed by
poisontaster, who tightened things up and made them sing. The hook slid in, parting skin like butter. It was one of twins, the other hook splitting open the muscle of his back, wrapped around his spine in a cool kiss of metal. Jensen lay still, panting, as the pain lapped over him in slow drugged waves.
Jeff knelt beside him, blood lurid on his hand as he worked the hook deeper. Jensen watched it disappear into him, stunned stupid, and the red welled up around the hook to drip down his belly. The metal was clean, silver and cold, catching behind Jensen's ribs. Jeff stroked the entry wound, his expression serious and sad as he gathered up blood on his fingers.
"What're you..." Words ran together. Jensen stared. "Jeff. You can't-"
"I'm sorry," Jeff murmured. He raised his bloody fingers to his mouth, shuddering. His tongue darted out for a taste, his face twisting in pleasure-pain. Teeth pulling back from his lips, Jeff devoured the blood with long laps of his tongue. His growl hummed along Jensen's skin. Between licks, he panted, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean for this to happen."
Before Jensen could speak, the hooks began to pull. He opened his mouth to scream over the wet crack of bone, and the sound woke pain like a mouth, gnashing teeth tearing him to pieces.
"Jensen. Hey, shh, c'mon now."
Jensen twitched awake and looked down. His chest was smooth and bare. No blood, just the heaving of his breath and the frantic pounding of his heart. Jeff was in bed beside him, a long stretch of tan skin under the sheets, one hand on Jensen's arm. Worried, Jeff said, "Y'all right?"
No. Maybe.
Jensen started to roll over, off of Jeff, but his ass hit the sheets and the sore ache made him hiss out loud. He wrenched his arm away from Jeff's touch. It was too much now, with the nightmare pounding through his blood.
Jeff let him go, his hands open in front of him. He studied Jensen's face, frowning. Jensen ignored him, checking the room and the sheets. There was no blood, no metal hook through his chest, no pain except his ass. He was okay. He wasn't dying. He was, however, covered in sick sweat.
"Okay?" Jeff repeated.
Pulling the sheet up, Jensen wiped his face. He had to clear his throat before he could speak. "One of us should order coffee."
"Already did." Jeff indicated a carafe of coffee sitting on the nightstand behind him. "How about a trade?"
Irritation bit at Jensen. He lowered the sheet and said, "Your dollar. If you want me to blow you, just say it."
Jeff raised an eyebrow. "Knew you'd be a morning person. C'mere."
Jensen leaned back from Jeff's hand, but that time Jeff kept tugging at him. After a few seconds of resisting, Jensen snarled and let himself be dragged. Nudging Jensen with his hip, Jeff steered him until Jensen was laying on his belly on top of Jeff. Their legs twined. Jeff's breath smelled like coffee, strangely comforting.
"You're an asshole," Jensen said.
"Yeah, I know." Running his hand down Jensen's spine, jarring against adrenaline-raw skin, Jeff laid his head back on the pillow. In the kind light spilling through the blinds, Jensen could see sleep-flush on his face. "Nightmare, huh?"
"Something about a pushy jerk who thinks money buys his way into my head." Jensen shoved at Jeff's shoulder. "Give me coffee."
"That bad?" The quiet sympathy in Jeff's voice was worse than anything. "You were fighting like hell."
"Jesus, Jeff, take the fucking hint. Drop it." Hating the weight of Jeff's stare, Jensen laid his forehead against Jeff's shoulder. "I'm better after coffee."
"Aren't we all?" Steadying Jensen, Jeff stretched to the nightstand. There was the soft click of the carafe opening, the scent of coffee, the rhythm of morning. Jeff's shoulder creaked when he moved. Despite Jeff's calm, his muscles were iron-tight under Jensen.
Strange. Jensen hadn't dreamed since Adam's overdose. Sometimes he wondered if Adam had carved that part of Jensen away and taken it with him. And then Jensen kicked himself for being such a goddamn girl and let go of it. Life would be easier if he could let go of everything that simply.
Funny how Jeff's fingers ended up right where the other hook had been. Funny and coincidental and stupid. God, he needed coffee before he dealt with this bullshit.
Pressing his face deeper into the warm hollow of Jeff's neck, Jensen kissed him, then took a taste. Warm skin, simple and complicated as that.
"Hmm," Jeff rumbled, and Jensen heard him smiling. "Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Giving you your money's worth." Jensen nipped him. "So shut up and let me."
"Bossy thing." Shifting under Jensen, Jeff crossed his arms behind his head. His smile was a dare. "Well, come on. Show off."
Jensen raised his head to glare at him, then went back to kissing a path down Jeff's throat. He squirmed until he could kneel on either side of Jeff's narrow hips. It stung. In that position, his ass felt bright red and bruised. From Jeff's lewd grin, he knew it.
Fine. Jensen pushed himself up, sitting on Jeff's stomach, and felt Jeff give an interested jerk between his thighs. He smiled, put both hands on Jeff's shoulders, and dug his thumbs into the knotted muscles there. It made Jeff jerk under him, eyes closing as he groaned his appreciation.
"Yeah," Jensen said, rubbing hard at the tension that twined up Jeff's neck. He nudged and Jeff moved his arms readily to let Jensen have better access. "Whose bitch are you?"
Jeff purred like an overgrown cat, tipping his chin back to let Jensen rub. And yeah, okay, it was kind of cute.
Jensen kept kneading. When he worked up the back of Jeff's neck, Jeff moaned and leaned back into the pressure until it felt like he'd break Jensen's fingers. Jeff was wound tight as anything; the knots gave grudgingly and only after a few minutes of fighting with each of them. There were always others, interconnected weak spots, and Jensen followed them down Jeff's neck, his shoulders, his arms and chest. Jeff kept up an appreciative soundtrack, moans and the occasional mumbled praise. Jensen slid into a comfortable space, skin and sunlight through the blinds. It was peaceful, quiet...
After an eternity of half-words, Jeff suddenly growled. "God, baby, so fucking good." The sound jerked Jensen off of his solid ground. Heat swept all the way down to his cock. He ducked his head, forcing his mind back into that cool, solid competence. He wouldn't let Jeff rattle him.
By the time Jensen reached Jeff's left hand--having already kneaded the other side--he ached like he'd been punching something for hours. It was nice, though; he was used to wearing out his wrists in other ways and he liked having Jeff stretch and relax under his hands. He liked the lingering heat in his hands and the languor in Jeff's body.
Jeff sighed and gave Jensen a half-lidded look. "You're amazing," he drawled, words thick and honey-slow.
Jensen snorted. "Bet you say that to all the hookers."
"Nah, sweetheart." Jeff smoothed his fingertips down Jensen's stomach, down to his hip. It was ticklish and uneasy, raising goosebumps along Jensen's skin. "Just you. You've got great hands."
Ducking his head, Jensen said, "Yeah, well. Lots of practice."
"Giving backrubs?" Jeff put his hands on Jensen's waist and moved him, repositioned him from Jeff's stomach to his thighs. It rubbed Jensen's sore ass all along Jeff's skin, and Jensen couldn't hold back a quiet hiss. Jeff smirked, his eyes lazy and dark.
"Something like that." Jensen reached down and took hold of Jeff's half-hard cock. It twitched and began to fill in his hands. Stroking along the underside with fingertips--not firmly, not yet--Jensen said, "Hand me the lube?"
Stretching, Jeff grabbed the lube off the nightstand. He didn't give it over, though, cupping it in the palm of his hand as he studied Jensen. "Careful. You keep coming up with these surprises, I might steal you away somewhere."
Alarm slipped up Jensen's spine, mingling oddly with unexpected warmth. This was making him stupid and careless. He rubbed his thumb hard against the ridge of Jeff's dick just to watch Jeff shiver. "Who says I'd go?"
"Point." Spilling the lube into his palm, Jeff rubbed his fingers in it with a quick, wet noise. He took hold of his own dick and Jensen's, engulfing them in his big hand. Jensen bit down on a yelp; Jeff's grip wasn't gentle, not at all, and hot, slick heat and... When Jensen bit his lip hard, Jeff said, "Hey. No. Let me hear you."
Jensen glared at him, but let go of his lip. The slick precome from Jeff's cock slipped down and mingled with Jensen's, blending into the wet smack of lube. He panted out a breath and steadied himself on Jeff's shoulder. "Thought I was- fuck- earning my keep, here."
"Relaxed now," Jeff said, his voice low and filthy, and dragged his thumb across the heads of both their dicks. Jensen stayed still, his thighs trembling with the need to thrust forward. Jeff was hot to the touch, his fingers callused; obscene noises rose from his hand as he rubbed them together. "Love watching you try so hard not to fuck my hand."
His skin was burning. Jensen glanced at Jeff's face, then at Jeff's hand, trying to find a safe place to look. Neither were particularly comforting, but if he watched Jeff stroke himself off against his dick, he was going to have trouble not moving. It was all about making the client happy, he could do this, he'd trained for this. He could last hours and come on command-- okay, theoretically, but still. He was practiced.
Jeff was watching him, deceptively sleepy. His hand moved in a rhythm that could have Jensen coming in minutes or could drag him out for hours, depending on whether Jensen felt like hanging on. He looked good, all stretched out and lazy, mouth in an indolent curve. If Jensen didn't already want to punch him, he might want to kiss him. While Jensen looked, Jeff shivered and more slickness spilled over his fingers; Jensen felt his stomach wrench tighter, a prickling heat all over his skin. He didn't look down to see if precome dripped off him onto Jeff's hand. He didn't need to.
Jeff's thumb skirted over the head of Jensen's cock again, a kiss of nail against the slit, and Jensen couldn't help it, he pushed into Jeff's fist. Jeff murmured, "That's right, boy. Just like that."
Jensen choked and fixed his eyes on Jeff's chin. He still felt Jeff watching him, stripping him down with the steady stroke of his hand, the little firm and weirdly fond squeeze at the base. He shouldn't, but Jeff had asked, and-- aw, hell. His first real thrust into Jeff's hand came with an answering hurt, his abused ass protesting. But God, it rubbed his cock just right, a slick tight fist made even better by Jeff hardening against him. Jensen thrust forward again with a hungry noise.
"Still sore," Jeff said, "pretty ass all red for me. Could fuck you open right now, slide my dick up inside you..."
Breath hitching, Jensen shifted forward and braced his hands on Jeff's shoulders. It didn't help the ache, put more pressure on his ass. He made another noise, hurt-quiet, and Jeff smiled like it was music. When he started to sit up, Jeff grabbed him by the back of the neck. "No. Like this."
"Jeff," Jensen said.
"Like this, or I just jerk off on your face." Whatever Jeff read on his face made him huff a laugh. "You like that? All over your face, your lips, fuck, those freckles..." Voice roughening, Jeff stroked harder. "Dirty little thing, I know you'd like it. Open your mouth for it and purr like you did while I fucked your throat. Come on. Take what you want."
Jensen pushed against him, his heart beating frantically, small noises coming from his throat. It hurt, Jesus, his muscles were burning, but he felt Jeff pulsing, slicking up their cocks. Jensen smelled him, tasted him: sweat and salt and need.
Rubbing his thumb along the back of Jensen's neck, Jeff breathed against him. The ragged, feral sound was more filthy than his voice. Jeff ground out a moan and thrust up, a clumsy rhythm. "Jen," Jeff growled, "fucking come for me. Do it, boy, my--"
It was too much. Jensen felt release tear through him, jerking his head back and curling his toes. Jeff pushed him down, his heels digging into his sore ass and ramping up the burn until Jensen had to whimper, fucked out and hurting. Gripping Jensen's neck hard, Jeff made a tearing sound and came too, spilling hot over his own fingers and Jensen's hips.
They panted at each other, sweat and come between them.
After a few long moments, Jeff stroked the back of Jensen's neck and sighed. Jensen wasn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't to be rolled unceremoniously off Jeff and onto his side. Jeff touched his cheek, some tension in his expression. "You're beautiful."
Jensen blinked. He was still seeing fucking spots, and Jeff was talking at him. It didn't seem quite fair. "Thanks?"
Turning his attention to the mess on their stomachs, Jeff smiled. It didn't touch his eyes. "The things you do to me, Jen. Christ, you don't even know."
Pasting on a smile, Jensen said, "If I didn't know, I wouldn't do it right."
"Mm." Jeff glanced up at him, searching his face before reaching out to touch Jensen's mouth. His thumb pressed against Jensen's lower lip, coaxed his mouth open a little. Jensen licked the pad of Jeff's thumb, and Jeff hissed like he'd been burned. Bringing his hand back, Jeff touched his thumb to his own mouth and murmured, "Until you reconsider that kissing thing."
"I won't."
"We'll see."
And then Jeff got out of bed, a shock like cold water. Jensen watched him bend down and come up with his pants and shirt. With some minor rummaging, Jeff produced a fat wad of bills and put it down on the nightstand.
A cold spot welled up in Jensen's stomach. He managed a tight smile and grabbed the sheet, tugging it up over his hips and wiping the come off. "Yeah. Okay. Thanks."
Jeff paused at the end of the bed. "You've got the room for the day. Get some rest. You can put breakfast and lunch on the room bill. I've got work, or I wouldn't-"
"I get it," Jensen said, almost like it didn't piss him off. "I've got work, too. Go."
Jeff frowned at him. "You don't get it."
"Then I don't need to." Jensen reached out and picked up the money, flipping through the bills and counting. After a moment, he asked, "You still here?"
"Cute." Shaking his head, Jeff said, "At least get some breakfast, okay?"
Jensen grunted and kept counting until Jeff left the room, until he heard the elevator come and the door close. He kept counting over and over again until his fingers felt grimy from the money.
Fuck breakfast. He needed another run.
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Date: 2007-09-28 07:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-30 12:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 07:08 pm (UTC)I truly love this.
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Date: 2007-09-28 07:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 07:18 pm (UTC)"I won't."
"We'll see."
You win at everything! And I really wanna see :D
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Date: 2007-09-28 07:56 pm (UTC)Just. I can't. With. Hngh.
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Date: 2007-09-28 08:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 08:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 08:47 pm (UTC)Lovely, scorching addition to your series.
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Date: 2007-09-28 09:10 pm (UTC)Loved this one, off to work out and devour what I missed.
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Date: 2007-09-28 09:11 pm (UTC)I love the slow, oiled slide of Jeff's will, imposing things. Nice things. Heh.
*shiver*
:)
snake inside your garden
Date: 2007-09-28 09:17 pm (UTC)Thank you
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Date: 2007-09-28 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 09:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 11:03 pm (UTC)can't wait for more as always!
have a great weekend!
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Date: 2007-09-28 11:48 pm (UTC)That nightmare was truly horrifying and way too detailed to be purely Jensen's imagination. Are we going to learn about some disturbing scars in a forthcoming chapter?
The sex is definitely hot but there is a disturbingly ruthless edge to Jeff. Nothing compared to Mr. Creepy, but he's just a tad too gleeful whenever Jensen hisses in pain or whimpers. I don't completely trust him. I hope we eventually learn more backstory. Was their first appointment really the luck of the draw or Jeff selecting Jensen based on his photo? I just can't seem to believe that...
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Date: 2007-09-29 12:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-29 01:23 am (UTC)Jensen leaned back from Jeff's hand, but that time Jeff kept tugging at him. After a few seconds of resisting, Jensen snarled and let himself be dragged. Nudging Jensen with his hip, Jeff steered him until Jensen was laying on his belly on top of Jeff. Their legs twined. Jeff's breath smelled like coffee, strangely comforting.
Loved this.
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Date: 2007-09-29 03:23 am (UTC)*fangirls you shamelessly*
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Date: 2007-09-29 03:28 am (UTC)Jensen's so damaged and resisting of every good thing and Jeff's so patient and so kind of authoritative. And the relationship's so damn fucked-up from the start because no matter how they get closer by increments, Jeff's still paying, and Jen's still getting paid.
So intriguing and just... deadly hot.
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Date: 2007-09-29 03:56 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-09-29 08:23 am (UTC)I love this series, it's so incredibly hot yet angsty, and I adore the chemistry you have between Jeff and Jensen.
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Date: 2007-10-01 02:22 pm (UTC)reread this and i am so excited for the next chapter!
you have no idea how much i love this verse and you!
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Date: 2007-10-13 02:39 pm (UTC)I can't wait to read the next parts - at least I hope there will be more after this.
Thanks.
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Date: 2007-10-15 01:22 pm (UTC)somehow this isn't helping the plight of the chartists in the 1840's stay in my head! :)
have a good week!
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Date: 2007-10-20 05:09 am (UTC)I'm thinking Jeff knows a lot more about Jensen's business than Jensen realizes, looks like he's trying to coax him into confessing and trusting him with it. Maybe? I love how touchy-proud-resistant-yet cuddly Jensen is.
Pesti
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Date: 2007-11-02 09:29 pm (UTC)I think I'm a hooker-verse junkie.
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Date: 2008-03-04 11:25 am (UTC)This series is just what I want. What I need. I love it like chocolate, licked, melted, from fingers.