Jensen didn't bother to deny the statement. He just scooted over far enough from his perch on the hood of the Impala so Jared could join him. The sun was out (for once), the sky a perfect, azure blue with white wispy clouds, and a body'd have thought that clear skies were a mark of Satan with the way that Serge was carrying on, making gestures and yelling about the shadows 'ruining' his shot. Jeff and Warren were standing off to the side, talking about something, and Jensen watched the shadowed line of Jeff's throat with greedy eyes when Jeff threw his head back and laughed. Even as far away as Jensen and Jared were, Jensen could still hear the low, throaty sound of it carrying towards them. Sexiest fucking sound he'd heard all day. Jared nudged him in the ribs with an elbow. "Obvious much?" "You blame me?" Jensen grinned, and cast a sidelong glance at Jared, still dressed in his suit jacket, shirt, tie and slacks. "Dinner scene?" "Yeah, me 'n' Taylor just finished up." "Couldn't wait to get by my side, huh?" Jensen laughed, nudging Jared again with his knee. When Jared grinned, Jensen's cock jumped to full attention. "Maybe I couldn't wait to get over here to watch Jeff." "Heard that." He trailed a hand up Jared's thigh, felt muscle tighten and bunch. "What'd you think he'll be like?" he asked, voice a low purr of longing and lust. "Nasty as fuck," Jared replied, sighing the words. "Yeah. God, yeah." Jensen's hand slid up, cupped Jared's crotch and squeezed. Already, Jared was hard, cock thick and heavy, even through the material of Jared's slacks. Jensen thought about going to his knees for Jared while Jeff watched with approving dark eyes, and bit back his moan. "Bet he's the type to make you beg just to see if he can." "Fuck..." Jared licked his lips, the motion pure porn. "Think we got enough time to...?" "Who cares?" Jensen was so horny he didn't care if the entire set wanted to watch and form a circle jerk around them, just as long as Jared's cock was pounding into him. He wondered how hard Jeff would fuck him, wondered what Jared and Jeff would both be like inside him, fucking him at the same time, splitting him open, taking him, abusing him until he passed out, only to do it again... "C'mon." Jensen hopped from the hood and dragged a willing Jared to a nearby copse of trees, just out of sight of the set. The second they were alone – or, as alone as they were going to be – Jensen turned, fisted Jared's tie and yanked. Their lips clashed together, slick with spit, and Jared wasted no time yanking on Jensen's zipper, wrapping a big hand around Jensen's cock and fisting it, hard and fast and tight. "Jesus, J," Jensen whimpered, bucking into the next slide, hands scrambling to get Jared's zipper down. Jared bit at Jensen's lower lip, lapped at the tiny droplets of blood, and makeup was going to kill them, but Jensen really didn't give a fuck. "Wanna suck you off," he murmured, tongue sliding along Jared's in a slick dance. "Wanna get you nice and wet so you can fuck me." "Such a dirty little slut," Jared replied, voice thick with lust. His hand jerked over Jensen, and it was all he could do not to scream. "Your dirty little slut," Jensen said, playing the game, dropping his eyes to peek up at Jared from under long lashes. "Let me. Please?" Jared licked full, bruised lips, and normally laughing eyes were dark, piercing, seared Jensen like a brand. "You wanna suck my cock right here, baby?" and, on anyone else, the endearment would sound ridiculous, unbelievable, but Jared? Made it sound like the filthiest porn imaginable. Jensen shivered. The sex was going to be brutal. He couldn't wait. "Please...promise I'll make it good for you." "Oh, I know you will," Jared warned, and shoved Jensen to his knees. "I promise." Jensen shuffled forward, rubbing the head of Jared's cock over his cheeks and lips, wetly smearing precome on as much of his face as he could. He wanted to drown in Jared, wanted to gorge himself until neither of them could move. "Fuck, you have got the most beautiful cock." He licked a long stripe along the underside, inhaling deep. A second later, he took Jared's cock deep down his throat, choking himself on the first thrust. Your whore, he thought, and the resultant shiver that coursed through him doubled when Jared grabbed the back of his head and slammed forward with a harsh growl. That's it. Use me, take me... The weight of Jared's cock was glorious, decadent, smoky and thick, stretching his lips with every sloppy glide of his lips over the length. Jensen opened his mouth, laved his tongue all along the length, getting Jared nice and wet and slick, working the head with practiced skill. Jared muttered another curse, part plea, part warning, and yanked Jensen to his feet, long fingers digging into his shoulders. "Right now," Jared panted, and whirled Jensen around, shoving him face first into a nearby tree. Jensen braced his hands against rough bark just in time, already pushing his hips back so Jared could shove his jeans over his hips. He felt cool air caress his ass for just a second, then Jared was there, hands spreading him wide and open as he shoved in with one hard thrust. It burned like a motherfucker. Jensen pushed back, already begging for more. Jared wasted no time – just grabbed Jensen's hips and started moving, cock pistoning in and out of Jensen's ass with sloppy, pounding thrusts. When he leaned in, his teeth closed over Jensen's neck. Jensen was sure that they could hear him over on the 'Smallville' set – not that he cared. Jared's cock was all he really cared about. Then Jared spoke. "He's watching," Jared murmured, a low drawl in his ear, hips rocking, matching Jensen's. Jensen's hands spasmed, bark piercing the skin under his nails. Ah, fuck… "Tell me," he managed, dropping his head between his arms on the next hard thrust, trying to imagine what they both looked like right now, what Jeff was seeing as he watched Jared fuck him. "Just...standing there, staring at you...at me..." Another hard thrust, deep and perfect, as perfect as Jared's voice in his ear, keeping a running commentary, "...God, he looks like he could eat us alive...bet he wishes he was me right now, pounding into your tight hole..." Jensen moaned and slammed back, eyes squeezing shut as Jared reached around, took Jensen's cock in hand. Jensen shuddered, thought about what Jeff's hand would feel like on him, what those rough, callused fingers could make him feel, what Jeff's beard would feel like scraping along his cock while Jared fucked him, and that was all it took. Jared slammed into him hard enough that he saw stars, and he opened his eyes in time to see his come coat Jared's fingers as Jared shuddered, hips pumping in weak aftershocks. Jensen hoped like hell that Jeff was getting a good view, because there wasn't a prettier sight in the world than Jared coming. For a few minutes, Jensen could hear nothing except the sound of his own harsh breathing, could feel nothing except the knocking of his heart against his ribs. Every. Fucking. Time. He didn't know how Jared did it, but he was thankful. "He still here?" he asked, when he thought he could speak again in actual words instead of grunts. Jared lifted his head from Jensen's shoulder. "No," he finally answered, sounding disappointed. "Maybe he's not into afterglow." "Maybe he was too embarrassed to be caught jacking off to you fucking me." "Nice thought," Jared laughed, and straightened, pulling out with slow reluctance. Jensen turned, still leaning heavily against the tree, knees like water, and watched with amusement as Jared used his tie to clean himself up before offering it to Jensen. "Wardrobe's gonna kill you," he commented, but it didn't stop him from using it himself. Better than nothing. "I'll just tell them I lost it or something," Jared replied, and lifted his brows in a wide, open grin. "Maybe I could give it to Jeff as a souvenir." Jensen threw his head back and laughed, shoulders shaking. "Not even you're that bad, man." "Bet me." Jensen dropped the tie into Jared's hand, and finished zipping his jeans up before stepping in, teeth scraping Jared's jaw. "Terms?" "The usual." "You're on," Jensen smirked, and jerked Jared's head to him for a hard, messy kiss to seal the deal.
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