storiesimadeup | RPF: Never Miss a Play

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Title: Never Miss a Play
Pairing: Jensen/JDM
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1870
Summary: Jensen hates these parties. Luckily, Jeff shows up to entertain him.

Notes: Written for

salt_burn_porn, from

earthquakedream's prompt: everybody here wants you. Title taken from the song Everybody Wants You (the one they play on the CW promos, because I had it stuck in my head the entire time I was writing this). Thanks to

missyjack and

dr_ducktator for their on-the-spot betas.

Never Miss a Play

The party is an odd sort of Hollywood hybrid, less formal than a meet-and-greet but not quite as debauched as a full-out bacchanalia. No matter how many of these things Jensen attends, he never quite fits in, despite his designer jeans and artfully worn t-shirt. He lost Jared to Chad and "body shots, dude" about an hour ago and has been keeping to the outskirts of the crowd since then, nursing the same drink.

"Everybody here wants you, you know."

Jensen smiles around his beer bottle and manages to take a drink before turning his head to smirk at Jeff. He hadn't seen him come in. "That so?"

Jeff nods and takes a step closer, still a little behind Jensen so that Jensen has to move away to turn and face him – which Jensen guesses is his intention.

"That's so." Jeff's close enough to be a solid wall of heat at Jensen's side, and Jensen's entire body prickles with awareness. "The women are wondering what's behind that 'aw, shucks' Texas boy smile," Jeff says, his voice low and teasing. "She wants to know if you'd take your time. Strip her slowly and press her back on the bed, spread her open and eat her out until she's wet down to her ankles for you. Or would you bend her over the nearest available surface and shove up her skirt, fuck her from behind while she begs you for more?"

"Christ, Jeff." Jensen wipes his hand over his face, feeling more than a little flushed. He knows Jeff is only talking loud enough for him to hear, but it feels more blatant. Like anyone who bothers to look will be able to tell Jeff is talking him into a hard-on.

"The men, on the other hand, are wondering if your mouth lives up to its potential. Every man here has pictured you on your knees, pretty lips stretched around his cock. Wondered how you'd take it—moaning and needy like you can't get enough? Or would you choke on it? Make hurt noises, eyes watering as he holds you there, fucking into your mouth until he comes down your throat. He doesn't wonder if you swallow." Jeff sounds smug, like he knows exactly what he's done, knows how hard Jensen is in his jeans right now. "In these fantasies, you always swallow."

"You're such a dick," Jensen tells him, his eyes still focused on the party. He smiles at a familiar looking woman as she passes them on the way to the bar, but can't for the life of him think of her name.

"As for me," Jeff says, his voice dropping a little lower. "I just want to find the nearest laundry room, closet, bathroom— somewhere semi-private, though you never know who might walk in on us. I want to fuck you until you forget everyone else, everything I just said, because no matter how hard they wish, none of them will get to find out what gets you all hot and bothered."

"I hate you," Jensen says.

They end up in the upstairs bathroom, door locked because Jensen's horny, not stupid. Jeff is on him as soon as he turns around, kissing him hard, his knee between Jensen's thighs. Jensen rocks against him, desperate for some sort of friction as Jeff cups his ass.

"You gonna let me fuck you, Jensen?" Jeff asks against his lips.

Jensen laughs at the question, as if he isn't a sure thing. "If you can find some lube." As soon as he says it, Jensen hopes to god Jeff can find something. They're in a bathroom, and Jensen's willing to improvise if necessary.

Luckily, the top right-hand drawer is filled with individual lube packets, so they actually have a variety to choose from.

"Do you suppose they stock this for parties?" Jensen asks, and Jeff laughs as he pulls a couple packets out and tosses them on the counter.

"We'll have to be quiet." Jeff grabs Jensen's hips and pulls him back, both of them still facing the mirror that runs the length of the counter. He says, "You're so fucking hot," as he undoes the fly of Jensen's jeans and pushes them down over his hips.

Before Jensen has a chance to comment, or even kick his jeans all the way off, Jeff bends him over, manhandles him so that his hands are braced against the edge of the counter, his legs spread as far as his pants will allow. Jensen doesn't bother to protest or move from where Jeff has placed him, too caught up in watching Jeff in the mirror as he grabs a packet and squirts some lube onto his fingers.

Jeff's intense focus is more arousing than anything else that's happened so far. His expression is greedy, hungry as he fingers Jensen, watches Jensen open around him. Jensen pushes back into it, way past the point of Jeff's teasing prep. In their reflection the size difference seems more noticeable, Jeff huge and in control, still fully clothed while Jensen's half-naked and splayed in front of him, looking nearly as desperate as he feels.

"Come on," Jensen says through clenched teeth.

Jeff doesn't have to be told twice. He undoes his pants one-handed, and pushes them down just enough. His gaze meets Jensen's in the mirror and Jeff gives him a dirty smile as he slicks lube over his dick, somehow looking more obscene for the small amount of skin showing between his still-buttoned shirt and the vee of his open fly.

"Ready?" Jeff asks, but he doesn't wait for a reply before pressing in.

Jensen breathes in big gulps of air against the stretch, his hips moving forward until Jeff grabs them with both hands, holding him in place.

"Fuck. Look at you."

It's more of an observation than a command, so Jensen doesn't bother to look away from Jeff's face, watching Jeff watch him as he rolls his hips, fucking Jensen slow and easy, like they have all the time in the world. Jensen bites his lip in an attempt to muffle the noises Jeff forces out of him every time he slides home, reaching around at the same time to pull Jeff harder against him.

Jeff makes an impatient noise and grabs Jensen's shoulder, pulling him up until his back is pressed against Jeff's chest. "Look at yourself," Jeff whispers as he wraps his arm around Jensen's waist. "This is what they all want to see."

Jensen finally manages to focus on his own face once he realizes Jeff isn't going to move again until he does. He looks small against Jeff, eyes half-closed, drugged and needy. His lips are pink from where he's bitten them and his neck and chest are flushed. He watches Jeff's hand move down over his belly, sees himself arch up into Jeff's grip when he wraps his fingers around Jensen's dick.

"Me getting fucked, or you doing the fucking?" Jensen asks, but Jeff only laughs and digs his fingers into Jensen's hip, pulling him back on his dick as he starts to stroke Jensen off.

It's so good, so fucking perfect Jensen wants to whimper. He brings his arm up instead, grabbing the back of Jeff's neck and turning his head enough to pull Jeff into a hungry, sloppy kiss. Jeff growls against his mouth, his hips snapping forward as his tongue slides hot as possessive against Jensen's. It tips over into too much, pinned like he is between Jeff's hand and dick, and Jensen grabs Jeff's arm with his other hand, squeezing in an effort to find some sort of relief.

"You want to come?" Jeff asks. "Watch yourself, baby. See how pretty you are for me like this." He kisses and bites at Jensen's neck, leaving marks in places that aren't covered by Jensen's shirt.

"Jeff." Jensen can't keep the want out of his voice. He looks at their reflection, but can't focus. His gaze darts from one thing to another – Jeff's hand on his dick, working him over, the spread of Jeff's fingers against his hip, the way he squirms against Jeff's hold, too needy to be coordinated. His skin feels tight, tension coiling though him as he waits, helpless to do anything but stand there and let Jeff bring him off.

"So fucking good, Jensen. Fuck. Bend over, baby." Jeff presses him down and Jensen braces his hands against the counter again. He wants to sob with relief as Jeff slams back into him.

"Harder, yeah," Jensen whispers. He reaches down to take over jacking himself when Jeff grabs his waist with both hands. He's so close, so very close. His entire body jolts forward with every thrust of Jeff's hips, pleasure pulsing through him until it becomes unbearable. Jensen bites his lip hard as he finally tips over the brink and shudders through his release.

Behind him, Jeff is less subtle, moaning loud enough for it to echo against the tiles when he comes. He finishes with short, frantic thrusts as he empties his load, making Jensen feel slick and messy when Jeff slips out of him. Jensen snorts with amusement when Jeff moves to trace his fingers over Jensen's hole, slipping first one, then a second inside to feel it.

"You're like a perverted caveman, Morgan. You know that, right?" Jensen asks, finally smacking his hand away. He's too sensitive and they've been in there long enough already.

"You love that about me," Jeff says easily.

Jensen rolls his eyes and grabs some toilet paper, trying to clean himself up as best he can. He watches Jeff wash his hands and do his pants back up. Except for a little bit of color in his cheeks and the damp curl of his hair against his forehead, Jeff looks completely normal. Jensen, on the other hand, looks exactly like he's just been thoroughly fucked in the bathroom at a party.

"So what now?" Jensen asks as he pulls his jeans back up. He was ready to leave before, and now he's wondering what the likelihood of him sneaking out without being seen is. Seems unlikely, given the number of people there.

"I'll go out first. Wait a few minutes and then leave."

"Yeah, thanks for that crackerjack plan, MacGyver."

Jeff grins and leans in to kiss him, not at all repentant for his hand in Jensen's impending walk of shame. Jensen supposes he should know better by now. Jeff has a claim-staking kink a mile wide. Coupled with Jensen's growing exhibition streak, they really are going to get themselves into a situation at some point.

"I'll stay another half-hour and catch a cab." Jeff gives Jensen one more quick kiss before he turns to leave. "See you at home."

Jensen waves him away and locks the door after he leaves. Luckily, there's not a line of people waiting for the john. He glances at his reflection and turns the water on cold, splashing his face and neck in an attempt to look a little less debauched. Once he's as put together as he can manage, he heads downstairs and outside, ready to go home and prepare for round two.

THE END