Just call me Spamalot

[nilchance]

So there are these rumors going around that Jeff is tomcatting his way through Vancouver. And it's making me want things. More JDM/OFC smut, sure, but... I want a story. I want Jeff trying to get Jensen laid, in that big rough buddy way. Coming to see them still smelling like pussy, his fingers still damp from it, his hair rumpled from their hands. Grinning that filthy grin, like he knows Jensen is picturing it. I want him and Jensen sharing a girl from some bar, Jeff ordering them both around, holding her on his lap while she devours Jensen. Jeff dragging Jensen into a string of completely debauched nights full of pot and tequila and girls and, Jensen thinks, maybe a few guys. Before Jeff, y'know, bends Jensen over on somebody else's couch and fucks him blind.

*beam*

Service me?

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[nilchance.livejournal.com]

Jeff leading Jensen down the path to debauchery = WIN. And Jeff just meant to get him to relax a little, unbend while Jared's doing his strike hiatus thing, but it turns out that he likes to see Jensen come undone.

[realpestilence.livejournal.com]

Because Jensen's so damn responsive, so wanton, underneath that shyness...and Jeff's tapping into depths of possessiveness he never knew he had. *beams back, hopefully*