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dragonspell) wrote2010-10-19 12:07 am
dragonspell) wrote2010-10-19 12:07 am
Fic: RPS (Jared/Jensen): A Religious Experience | NC-17 | 2445 words
Title: A Religious Experience
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dragonspell
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP. Blasphemy. >_>
Summary: Jensen's pretty much a religious experience for Jared. Which is good because Jensen's talked Jared into doing a little bit of "filming" and Jared can't take another mention of camera angles or lighting.
Word Count: 2445
A/N: Written for abig_heart_june and equally_dour who wanted "a fic where they make a sex tape and Jensen can't stop talking about frames and better lighting and he drives Jared crazy." This is decidedly less funny/cracky and a bit more porny then I was thinking but I guess. =P
Jared attended a church revival once—one of those old-fashioned affairs, the kind of likes that you see on television and in the movies—with all the singing and the “Be healed!” with standing ovations. One of those things where if it doesn’t help you find Jesus, then he just can’t be found.
Jared clearly remembers it being something that he’ll never forget—something that moved the depths of his very soul. As far experiences and depths of feeling go, though, it just can’t hold a candle to Jensen. It’s more than a little blasphemous and his momma would slap him if she knew but Jared thinks that sleeping with Jensen is more than a little like finding religion.
Jensen’s just that good. And, frankly, as corny as it sounds, Jared can’t help but think that, in Jensen, he’s found a missing part of himself.
It was probably best for all involved that he would never confess to any of this. Especially not when he was busy sinking his dick into Jensen’s tight ass and Jensen was arching up underneath him, his made-for-sin lips parted in a silent ‘O’. Actually, Jared was pretty sure that Jensen was his religion. He couldn’t help it. Jensen was just that addicting. He was like a cult. The cult of Jensen.
That really was the only way to explain how Jared currently found himself in this predicament: he was high on Jensen and lived to follow Jensen’s every whim like it was printed in his own personal Jensen Ackles-inspired Bible. Jared glanced uneasily at the camera that was sitting just to his left and swallowed hard. Jensen felt amazing around him—tight and hot—but Jared just couldn’t get over the fact that there was a camera right there.
Odd considering that he was an actor by trade but there it was. Then again, it wasn’t like he’d ever had to perform this way before. Kripke had never quite managed to work this one into a script.
…Sera was still working on it, Jared was sure. He quickly pushed the thought away, though, because that would just lead to thoughts of wondering who would direct him in such a script which would lead to the fact that Jared already knew who would be perfect for the job.
“Don’t look at the camera!” Jensen hissed and Jared flinched as Jensen hit his arm.
“Ow…” Jared said, staring down at Jensen. He couldn’t help but feel a little betrayed: here he was buried balls deep in the guy, trying to bring him a little pleasure, and yet he was being abused over here.
“I mean it, Jared. Little bit of focus.” Jared glared as Jensen flopped himself back down on the bed, his eyes still closed.
“I am focused,” Jared protested. He was very focused. He was attentive. He was on. He had both ears pointed forward and, fuck, if he got any more focused, he’d turn into a damned point, that was how focused he was.
Jensen smoothed a hand down Jared’s arm, petting him in apology, as he wrapped his legs around Jared’s waist. “You’re doing great, Jay,” Jensen said and Jared’s lips twisted because, yeah, the words were there, but Jensen’s tone said that he wasn’t.
Jared had known that this would be a bad idea. He’d just known. But Jensen was coaxing him forward, squeezing his legs around Jared to pull him closer and, well, it was Jensen. Jared had never been able to say no to Jensen. And it wasn’t like it didn’t feel good. Quite the opposite, actually.
Jared thrust into Jensen, groaning as he sank in all the way because he could swear that his vision was getting dark around the edges (how was that for focusing?). He worked his way into a familiar rhythm—hard not to—and tried to lose himself in the welcome sensations skittering up and down his spine. Jensen was so freaking amazing around him—all soft and slick from lube on the inside and hard as iron bands where his legs were holding Jared captive. Jared licked his lips and grinned. Yeah. Just how he liked it. He reached out and wrapped a hand around Jensen’s cock, drawing a small gasp out of Jensen as he began to stroke and feeling like he could keep this up for hours.
…Just as long as he didn’t have distractions. Instead of gasping his normal “Oh God” and “Oh, fuck, yeah, Jay, right there!” Jensen was muttering something about…camera angles? Just how was Jared supposed to perform like this? Impossible.
“Jensen.” Jared paused, staring down at Jensen again who wasn’t writhing in pleasure or chewing on his lower lip with his eyes screwed shut like he was supposed to be right about now. No, instead, Jensen was glaring at the camera that Jared had been trying so hard to ignore. Fuck.
Jensen didn’t bother to answer Jared, either. Not verbally at any rate. He just held up a hand, motioning for Jared to keep going, just like a director on a set motioning to an actor. Then he arched upward—a definite improvement but Jared was dismayed to find out that Jensen was merely posing because he settled into a slightly awkward looking bend that cheated to the camera. “Jensen.”
“Do you think that we need some better light in here?” Jensen asked, absently. “I think that we need better light. I mean, yeah, it sets the mood but does that matter if you can’t actually see what’s going on?” Jensen frowned at the lone lamp on the nightstand. “And, maybe you could…” He pushed on Jared’s shoulder, getting him to tilt more towards the camera. “Probably like that. I don’t know, do you think that I should change the camera angle a little? Not an interesting shot, you know, going straight on… I could probably rig it to get more of a diagonal…”
The cult of Jensen Ackles. It sometimes required very high tithes. There were, however, some lines that Jared just wasn’t going to cross. “Jensen!”
Jensen snapped his attention to Jared, his head jerking away from the camera. “What?”
And of course, Jensen would not have a clue what he was doing. He was staring up at Jared with wide green eyes, looking startled that Jared was even talking right now. Of course. Jared sighed. “Can I get a little bit of focus, here?” he said, deliberately choosing Jensen’s word choice to throw back at him.
“Oh, right,” Jensen said. “Sorry, Jay.” And Jared blinked. Seriously? It was that easy?
But Jensen didn’t immediately start ignoring the camera and just throw himself into having sex like he was supposed to. No, instead, he was reaching out and adjusting the camera. “There, now you’ll be more in the frame. That better?”
Jared growled. He’d tried. He’d really honestly tried. When Jensen had shared his little directing obsession, Jared had been quite enthusiastic. It was great, he’d thought—something else for Jensen to add to his resume. Especially when Jensen was good, too, and always had helpful hints as to how Jared could do better in a shot. Having a hot boyfriend was good and having a hot boyfriend who was also an actor was better but having a hot boyfriend who was not only a pretty damn good actor but also good at directing? Amazing. And Jared had been over the moon at Jensen getting a chance to direct an episode. The fact that it had led to some amazingly long and eventful nights had just been icing on the cake, really. Really, really, really good icing, the kind that cost more than the average cake and come with all kinds of little swirls and flowers and freaking rocket ships and stuff but icing nonetheless.
As soon as Jensen had turned those big green eyes on Jared and asked for this, though, Jared should have put his foot down and said no instead of caving after one slow blink. For fuck’s sake. Working with Jensen as the director on an episode? Good. Working with Jensen as the director of their own personal porno? Well, Jared was going to go with “frustrating.” Jared felt like he was on set.
“Dude,” Jensen said. “You alright?”
Several possible answers flew through Jared’s head before he finally settled on, “No.”
“Oh. Well we can switch it up or, you know, whatever you feel like doing?” Jensen asked cluelessly, trying to be accommodating and missing the point spectacularly. “It’s the angle, isn’t it? I knew that it was no good. Hold on, let me change it…”
Jared didn’t even give Jensen a chance. As soon as Jensen sat up to try adjusting the camera again, Jared caught him and pushed him back down, pinning him to the bed. Jensen jerked on his arms but Jared held them down at the wrist one-handedly. “What the—”
Jared growled again—if Jensen was still coherent then obviously Jared wasn’t doing a good enough job—and slammed his hips forward, rocking Jensen against the bed. “Oh, fuck…” Jensen said, his breath catching in a gasp as Jared repeated the motion. That was better. “Jesus…” As Jared pounded into Jensen, hips moving hard and fast, Jensen started to pant and, though he kept talking, Jared didn’t hear a single thing about camera angles or lighting or frames.
So much better.
Jensen was spreading his legs wider, trying to accommodate Jared and Jared took up every inch of offered space, melding himself right up against Jensen as he stared down at Jensen’s face. Fuck but the man was gorgeous when he was getting fucked. Jensen had closed his pretty eyes but his mouth was open—gasping and panting and moaning pretty little things like “Oh God, Jay, yes…fuck…please. Jesus Christ…” Music to Jared’s ears and, every once in a while, it was broken by Jensen stopping to lick his lips, pink tongue flicking out to moisten before Jensen sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down only to release it again with his next moan. When Jared grabbed Jensen’s dick, thick and hard in his hand, Jensen stopped even forming words, just going down to hums and whines and incoherent babbling. It was damn near a religious experience just to watch and even more so with Jensen wrapped so nicely around him, all long legs and tight heat.
And, when Jensen finally came and his green eyes opened sightless and staring, Jared was pretty sure that he’d just found God. Happened every single damn time. Jared lost it, too, because it was impossible for him to watch Jensen writhe in the throes of orgasm and not come himself. Impossible.
Jensen moved underneath him, arching and squirming, his hips bucking up as he thrust into Jared’s hand and he was choking back a scream, muffling it by sinking his teeth into his bottom lip and holding it. Jared might have been concerned that he was going to draw blood if he hadn’t been too focused on burying his own face against Jensen’s shoulder.
There might as well have been angels singing for how far from Earth Jared felt. He was soaring just that high.
When he came back down again, Jensen was hot and sweaty underneath him and looking just as wrecked as he should but it was the big, sated grin that Jared loved the most. “That was awesome,” Jensen told the world at large and Jared laughed quietly into Jensen’s shoulder, feeling more than a little bit “awesome” himself. Jensen pulled on his hands and Jared finally let him go, releasing Jensen’s wrists.
“Mmm, yeah,” Jared agreed. He was pretty sure that his toes were tingling and he was still floating on Cloud Nine somewhere up in the stratosphere.
“I can’t wait to watch it,” Jensen said and Jared suddenly remembered the camera again.
“Yeah,” he said weakly. He’d forgotten about that.
Jensen leaned up to grab the camera of its tripod, tilting it in his hands. “Mmm. Next time, maybe we’ll try it with the camera closer to the headboard…” Jensen gave Jared a quick kiss. “So we’ll get a better shot of you.” He fiddled with the camera a few seconds more before setting it aside and winding his arms around Jared’s neck, bringing Jared in as close as he could get him and Jared was caught by Jensen’s green eyes. There was a fucking eternity contained in them, he swore. “Or maybe we’ll just have you ride me…” Jensen said huskily.
Jared nodded quickly and fielded the kiss that Jensen aimed his way, tongue licking out to push into Jensen’s mouth, moving against Jensen’s own. He wasn’t about to say no to a proposal like that, even if it meant another session with Jensen ordering him around and rambling on about camera angles. He kind of liked Jensen ordering him around and, well, Jared had yet to refuse a chance to worship at the chosen altar of his preferred religion.
…Even if it was heading in a decidedly porny televangelical direction. Jared figured that he could deal with it. After all, unlike on set, this kind of filming had orgasms at the end. Jared thought that he might be able to get used to that kind of bonus.
Actually, judging from the way that Jensen was currently eyeing the camera with no small amount of lust, Jared was hoping that he’d be able to talk Jensen into watching the show on all fours with Jared settled in behind him. Maybe he could even term it research in the name of method acting. An actor could always use some more research, right?
Jared smirked, already looking forward to it, thinking of Jensen on his hands and knees, face pointed at the screen but not really seeing it because Jared would be thrusting in hard and fast and the only thing keeping Jensen’s head up would be Jared’s hand in his hair, keeping him steady. Jensen would be moaning and cursing with his legs spread wide and his dick dripping on the floor and he’d let Jared come inside for sure because, even if Jensen bitched about it later on, he never let Jared pull out. Ever. Jared knew that it was because Jensen liked it so damn much, though he’d never confess to it. Not that Jared minded—it was just another small taste of heaven. One of the perks that he got for his faithful devoutness to his own personal religious icon.
And they said that religion was boring. Anyone that thought that was obviously in the wrong cult. Not that Jared was sharing.
Author:
dragonspellFandom: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP. Blasphemy. >_>
Summary: Jensen's pretty much a religious experience for Jared. Which is good because Jensen's talked Jared into doing a little bit of "filming" and Jared can't take another mention of camera angles or lighting.
Word Count: 2445
A/N: Written for a
big_heart_june and equally_dour who wanted "a fic where they make a sex tape and Jensen can't stop talking about frames and better lighting and he drives Jared crazy." This is decidedly less funny/cracky and a bit more porny then I was thinking but I guess. =PJared attended a church revival once—one of those old-fashioned affairs, the kind of likes that you see on television and in the movies—with all the singing and the “Be healed!” with standing ovations. One of those things where if it doesn’t help you find Jesus, then he just can’t be found.
Jared clearly remembers it being something that he’ll never forget—something that moved the depths of his very soul. As far experiences and depths of feeling go, though, it just can’t hold a candle to Jensen. It’s more than a little blasphemous and his momma would slap him if she knew but Jared thinks that sleeping with Jensen is more than a little like finding religion.
Jensen’s just that good. And, frankly, as corny as it sounds, Jared can’t help but think that, in Jensen, he’s found a missing part of himself.
It was probably best for all involved that he would never confess to any of this. Especially not when he was busy sinking his dick into Jensen’s tight ass and Jensen was arching up underneath him, his made-for-sin lips parted in a silent ‘O’. Actually, Jared was pretty sure that Jensen was his religion. He couldn’t help it. Jensen was just that addicting. He was like a cult. The cult of Jensen.
That really was the only way to explain how Jared currently found himself in this predicament: he was high on Jensen and lived to follow Jensen’s every whim like it was printed in his own personal Jensen Ackles-inspired Bible. Jared glanced uneasily at the camera that was sitting just to his left and swallowed hard. Jensen felt amazing around him—tight and hot—but Jared just couldn’t get over the fact that there was a camera right there.
Odd considering that he was an actor by trade but there it was. Then again, it wasn’t like he’d ever had to perform this way before. Kripke had never quite managed to work this one into a script.
…Sera was still working on it, Jared was sure. He quickly pushed the thought away, though, because that would just lead to thoughts of wondering who would direct him in such a script which would lead to the fact that Jared already knew who would be perfect for the job.
“Don’t look at the camera!” Jensen hissed and Jared flinched as Jensen hit his arm.
“Ow…” Jared said, staring down at Jensen. He couldn’t help but feel a little betrayed: here he was buried balls deep in the guy, trying to bring him a little pleasure, and yet he was being abused over here.
“I mean it, Jared. Little bit of focus.” Jared glared as Jensen flopped himself back down on the bed, his eyes still closed.
“I am focused,” Jared protested. He was very focused. He was attentive. He was on. He had both ears pointed forward and, fuck, if he got any more focused, he’d turn into a damned point, that was how focused he was.
Jensen smoothed a hand down Jared’s arm, petting him in apology, as he wrapped his legs around Jared’s waist. “You’re doing great, Jay,” Jensen said and Jared’s lips twisted because, yeah, the words were there, but Jensen’s tone said that he wasn’t.
Jared had known that this would be a bad idea. He’d just known. But Jensen was coaxing him forward, squeezing his legs around Jared to pull him closer and, well, it was Jensen. Jared had never been able to say no to Jensen. And it wasn’t like it didn’t feel good. Quite the opposite, actually.
Jared thrust into Jensen, groaning as he sank in all the way because he could swear that his vision was getting dark around the edges (how was that for focusing?). He worked his way into a familiar rhythm—hard not to—and tried to lose himself in the welcome sensations skittering up and down his spine. Jensen was so freaking amazing around him—all soft and slick from lube on the inside and hard as iron bands where his legs were holding Jared captive. Jared licked his lips and grinned. Yeah. Just how he liked it. He reached out and wrapped a hand around Jensen’s cock, drawing a small gasp out of Jensen as he began to stroke and feeling like he could keep this up for hours.
…Just as long as he didn’t have distractions. Instead of gasping his normal “Oh God” and “Oh, fuck, yeah, Jay, right there!” Jensen was muttering something about…camera angles? Just how was Jared supposed to perform like this? Impossible.
“Jensen.” Jared paused, staring down at Jensen again who wasn’t writhing in pleasure or chewing on his lower lip with his eyes screwed shut like he was supposed to be right about now. No, instead, Jensen was glaring at the camera that Jared had been trying so hard to ignore. Fuck.
Jensen didn’t bother to answer Jared, either. Not verbally at any rate. He just held up a hand, motioning for Jared to keep going, just like a director on a set motioning to an actor. Then he arched upward—a definite improvement but Jared was dismayed to find out that Jensen was merely posing because he settled into a slightly awkward looking bend that cheated to the camera. “Jensen.”
“Do you think that we need some better light in here?” Jensen asked, absently. “I think that we need better light. I mean, yeah, it sets the mood but does that matter if you can’t actually see what’s going on?” Jensen frowned at the lone lamp on the nightstand. “And, maybe you could…” He pushed on Jared’s shoulder, getting him to tilt more towards the camera. “Probably like that. I don’t know, do you think that I should change the camera angle a little? Not an interesting shot, you know, going straight on… I could probably rig it to get more of a diagonal…”
The cult of Jensen Ackles. It sometimes required very high tithes. There were, however, some lines that Jared just wasn’t going to cross. “Jensen!”
Jensen snapped his attention to Jared, his head jerking away from the camera. “What?”
And of course, Jensen would not have a clue what he was doing. He was staring up at Jared with wide green eyes, looking startled that Jared was even talking right now. Of course. Jared sighed. “Can I get a little bit of focus, here?” he said, deliberately choosing Jensen’s word choice to throw back at him.
“Oh, right,” Jensen said. “Sorry, Jay.” And Jared blinked. Seriously? It was that easy?
But Jensen didn’t immediately start ignoring the camera and just throw himself into having sex like he was supposed to. No, instead, he was reaching out and adjusting the camera. “There, now you’ll be more in the frame. That better?”
Jared growled. He’d tried. He’d really honestly tried. When Jensen had shared his little directing obsession, Jared had been quite enthusiastic. It was great, he’d thought—something else for Jensen to add to his resume. Especially when Jensen was good, too, and always had helpful hints as to how Jared could do better in a shot. Having a hot boyfriend was good and having a hot boyfriend who was also an actor was better but having a hot boyfriend who was not only a pretty damn good actor but also good at directing? Amazing. And Jared had been over the moon at Jensen getting a chance to direct an episode. The fact that it had led to some amazingly long and eventful nights had just been icing on the cake, really. Really, really, really good icing, the kind that cost more than the average cake and come with all kinds of little swirls and flowers and freaking rocket ships and stuff but icing nonetheless.
As soon as Jensen had turned those big green eyes on Jared and asked for this, though, Jared should have put his foot down and said no instead of caving after one slow blink. For fuck’s sake. Working with Jensen as the director on an episode? Good. Working with Jensen as the director of their own personal porno? Well, Jared was going to go with “frustrating.” Jared felt like he was on set.
“Dude,” Jensen said. “You alright?”
Several possible answers flew through Jared’s head before he finally settled on, “No.”
“Oh. Well we can switch it up or, you know, whatever you feel like doing?” Jensen asked cluelessly, trying to be accommodating and missing the point spectacularly. “It’s the angle, isn’t it? I knew that it was no good. Hold on, let me change it…”
Jared didn’t even give Jensen a chance. As soon as Jensen sat up to try adjusting the camera again, Jared caught him and pushed him back down, pinning him to the bed. Jensen jerked on his arms but Jared held them down at the wrist one-handedly. “What the—”
Jared growled again—if Jensen was still coherent then obviously Jared wasn’t doing a good enough job—and slammed his hips forward, rocking Jensen against the bed. “Oh, fuck…” Jensen said, his breath catching in a gasp as Jared repeated the motion. That was better. “Jesus…” As Jared pounded into Jensen, hips moving hard and fast, Jensen started to pant and, though he kept talking, Jared didn’t hear a single thing about camera angles or lighting or frames.
So much better.
Jensen was spreading his legs wider, trying to accommodate Jared and Jared took up every inch of offered space, melding himself right up against Jensen as he stared down at Jensen’s face. Fuck but the man was gorgeous when he was getting fucked. Jensen had closed his pretty eyes but his mouth was open—gasping and panting and moaning pretty little things like “Oh God, Jay, yes…fuck…please. Jesus Christ…” Music to Jared’s ears and, every once in a while, it was broken by Jensen stopping to lick his lips, pink tongue flicking out to moisten before Jensen sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down only to release it again with his next moan. When Jared grabbed Jensen’s dick, thick and hard in his hand, Jensen stopped even forming words, just going down to hums and whines and incoherent babbling. It was damn near a religious experience just to watch and even more so with Jensen wrapped so nicely around him, all long legs and tight heat.
And, when Jensen finally came and his green eyes opened sightless and staring, Jared was pretty sure that he’d just found God. Happened every single damn time. Jared lost it, too, because it was impossible for him to watch Jensen writhe in the throes of orgasm and not come himself. Impossible.
Jensen moved underneath him, arching and squirming, his hips bucking up as he thrust into Jared’s hand and he was choking back a scream, muffling it by sinking his teeth into his bottom lip and holding it. Jared might have been concerned that he was going to draw blood if he hadn’t been too focused on burying his own face against Jensen’s shoulder.
There might as well have been angels singing for how far from Earth Jared felt. He was soaring just that high.
When he came back down again, Jensen was hot and sweaty underneath him and looking just as wrecked as he should but it was the big, sated grin that Jared loved the most. “That was awesome,” Jensen told the world at large and Jared laughed quietly into Jensen’s shoulder, feeling more than a little bit “awesome” himself. Jensen pulled on his hands and Jared finally let him go, releasing Jensen’s wrists.
“Mmm, yeah,” Jared agreed. He was pretty sure that his toes were tingling and he was still floating on Cloud Nine somewhere up in the stratosphere.
“I can’t wait to watch it,” Jensen said and Jared suddenly remembered the camera again.
“Yeah,” he said weakly. He’d forgotten about that.
Jensen leaned up to grab the camera of its tripod, tilting it in his hands. “Mmm. Next time, maybe we’ll try it with the camera closer to the headboard…” Jensen gave Jared a quick kiss. “So we’ll get a better shot of you.” He fiddled with the camera a few seconds more before setting it aside and winding his arms around Jared’s neck, bringing Jared in as close as he could get him and Jared was caught by Jensen’s green eyes. There was a fucking eternity contained in them, he swore. “Or maybe we’ll just have you ride me…” Jensen said huskily.
Jared nodded quickly and fielded the kiss that Jensen aimed his way, tongue licking out to push into Jensen’s mouth, moving against Jensen’s own. He wasn’t about to say no to a proposal like that, even if it meant another session with Jensen ordering him around and rambling on about camera angles. He kind of liked Jensen ordering him around and, well, Jared had yet to refuse a chance to worship at the chosen altar of his preferred religion.
…Even if it was heading in a decidedly porny televangelical direction. Jared figured that he could deal with it. After all, unlike on set, this kind of filming had orgasms at the end. Jared thought that he might be able to get used to that kind of bonus.
Actually, judging from the way that Jensen was currently eyeing the camera with no small amount of lust, Jared was hoping that he’d be able to talk Jensen into watching the show on all fours with Jared settled in behind him. Maybe he could even term it research in the name of method acting. An actor could always use some more research, right?
Jared smirked, already looking forward to it, thinking of Jensen on his hands and knees, face pointed at the screen but not really seeing it because Jared would be thrusting in hard and fast and the only thing keeping Jensen’s head up would be Jared’s hand in his hair, keeping him steady. Jensen would be moaning and cursing with his legs spread wide and his dick dripping on the floor and he’d let Jared come inside for sure because, even if Jensen bitched about it later on, he never let Jared pull out. Ever. Jared knew that it was because Jensen liked it so damn much, though he’d never confess to it. Not that Jared minded—it was just another small taste of heaven. One of the perks that he got for his faithful devoutness to his own personal religious icon.
And they said that religion was boring. Anyone that thought that was obviously in the wrong cult. Not that Jared was sharing.
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