Title: "Warning Label" Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: Never happened. Summary: Jeff makes smoking look pornographic. Notes: Written for Meredevachon, for this ficlet prompt. The way Jeff smokes a cigarette is just about the most obscene thing Jensen's ever seen. It's filthy hot, debauched in ways that would make a whore blush, and most definitely indecent in the Happy In Your Pants sort of way. Sure, yeah, Jensen knows smoking is bad for you. Disgusting habit, lung cancer, emphysema, all that yada yada. But he's no one's mother, and fuck knows he's not gonna have a liver by the time he's 40 at the rate he pounds the brews, so live and let live, that's what he always says. Besides, he really has no room to talk about the dangers of smoking or vice or any of that when just the simple act of watching Jeff's cheeks hollow and his lips purse when he takes a deep drag is enough to have him popping a wicked boner that the Martians could probably see without a telescope. Jeff's full lips wrapped tight around the cigarette are more phallic than Jenna Jameson sucking on a lollipop, and twice as erotic. Jensen thinks he could post a video of Jeff smoking on YouTube and get more hits than that LonelyGirl whatever did on a good day, and probably win an award or two at the AVNs in Vegas. When Jeff opens his eyes and catches Jensen unabashedly staring, he doesn't even flinch. Just holds out the cigarette. "You want a drag?" His voice is eighteen shades of rough and rumbly and sexed-out. Jensen can't stop staring at the taper of Jeff's fingers wrapping around the end. He couldn't manage a word if his life depended on it. Jeff chuckles, and steps closer. "Never mind, I'll share," he says, and gently squeezes Jensen's jaw with his free hand. "Open your mouth." Jensen obediently does as ordered, keeping his eyes on Jeff's amused ones as Jeff takes a long drag of the cigarette. Then leans in. Close. Closer. Touches his lips to Jensen's in a shiver-light caress and gently blows the smoke into Jensen's waiting mouth. The acrid taste hits his tongue, mixes with Jeff's warm breath, the scent of Jeff's cologne. Jensen thinks maybe this is what porn heaven must be like. "Ready to head home?" Jeff murmurs, the words an erotic form of Braille across Jensen's lips. He shivers, swallows, nods. Jeff leans back and flashes a dimpled smile that catches Jensen's breath all over again. Forget smoking, man, Jeff's enough of a habit. And one Jensen has no desire to give up. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!