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stephanometraTitle: The Funny Thing About Phone Sex
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sandy kind of wishes that Jared and Jensen were fucking.
Warnings: None
Notes: So Shannon wanted porn. This is what came out, or rather, something kind of resembling this came out in IM and then she demanded that I format and post it. 750 words.
***
Sandy kind of wishes that Jared and Jensen were fucking.
It's not like she wants to be cheated on, or anything weird like that. And she knows damn well what's out there on the websites, all of the rumors that Jared manages to generate just by being his affectionate, adorable self, that Jensen tacitly encourages by not having the heart to tell Jared to stop. She knows, and she's come to terms with the fact that there are thousands of girls on the internet who speculate on her man's sex life for fun. If she has to share Jared with their fantasies, well. Sandy's got the lion's share, there. Jared is hers first, and not even Jensen can jeopardize that.
But if the rumors were true. If.
Fuck, would she love to see that.
Jared likes having his ass played with when she blows him, she figured that out pretty early, so she bets that he'd love being fucked. Bets that he'd beg for it, even, whining in that sexy-rough tone that she only ever hears when they're alone, when he's telling her how much he wants her, how good she's going to feel inside. Jesus, just the sound of that voice is enough to get her wet and wanting.
Jensen would like it too, she thinks. Sweet, reserved Jensen couldn't say no to Jared, if he asked for it in that voice, spreading his legs and offering himself up. But Jensen loves Jared just as much as she does, so he'd take good care of Jared, get him stretched and slick and moaning for it and then slide in slow.
She wants to see the look on Jared's face when Jensen takes him, wants to see the lust and wonder and painpleasurenow in his eyes while Jensen's going deep, so deep until he bottoms out, fills Jared up completely. His eyes would roll back in his head, then, choking on a moan while his fingers scrabble at his thighs to pull himself open wide, Jensen so far inside him he thinks he'll die.
Oh god, just the thought of it makes her shudder, makes her clit throb under her fingers.
Jensen would hold him through it, let him adjust, shush him with soft touches to his belly, open-mouthed kisses to his throat, tiny rolls of his hips. Of course they'd be doing it face-to-face, Jared's arms strong around Jensen's shoulders.
When Jared was ready for it, when he was canting his hips up towards Jensen's, she knows Jensen would just let go, would fuck him hard and fast. Jared would shift under him, arching until Jensen is clipping his prostate on every thrust, the air so hot between them as Jensen surges forward to eat at Jared's mouth.
And she thinks that Jared could come just from that, from being taken, held, loved. He'd shoot off hot and white between them, getting them both filthy with come, the sharp smell of it mixed with their sweat so hot she can just taste it on her tongue as she touches herself.
The clench of his body would set Jensen off, would force him to still his hips as he came, too, bruising Jared's neck with kisses, bites that they'll have a hell of a time explaining to makeup in the morning. But it wouldn't matter, because they'd be tangled up in each other so hard that she couldn't tell where one began and the other ended.
Just the thought of it -- Jesus, God, she's going to come.
***
Jared blinks, shakes his head. "You really want all that?" he asks into the phone, after her breathing quiets down a little, after she's come down.
"Oh, sweetie, it's just. Don't worry about it, okay?" she says, voice thick and sated. She yawns, high and sweet into the phone. "I'm going to sleep. Love you, Jared."
"I love you too, baby."
He ends the call and flops down on his bed, flinging his arms out to the side, smiling when he smacks sleep-warm skin.
Jensen stirs and mumbles, "What?"
"My girlfriend wants to watch you fuck me."
And, well, that gets Jensen's attention a little. "Now?" he asks, opening one eye.
Grinning, Jared says, "Maybe tomorrow."
"'Kay." He shuts his eye again, snuggles deeper into the covers. Jared knows that he won't remember a word of this conversation in the morning.
He reaches out and gently traces Jensen's cheekbone with his thumb. "Love you, Jen," he says.
"Y'say that to all the girls."
***
I wrote J2, guys. *dead*
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sandy kind of wishes that Jared and Jensen were fucking.
Warnings: None
Notes: So Shannon wanted porn. This is what came out, or rather, something kind of resembling this came out in IM and then she demanded that I format and post it. 750 words.
Sandy kind of wishes that Jared and Jensen were fucking.
It's not like she wants to be cheated on, or anything weird like that. And she knows damn well what's out there on the websites, all of the rumors that Jared manages to generate just by being his affectionate, adorable self, that Jensen tacitly encourages by not having the heart to tell Jared to stop. She knows, and she's come to terms with the fact that there are thousands of girls on the internet who speculate on her man's sex life for fun. If she has to share Jared with their fantasies, well. Sandy's got the lion's share, there. Jared is hers first, and not even Jensen can jeopardize that.
But if the rumors were true. If.
Fuck, would she love to see that.
Jared likes having his ass played with when she blows him, she figured that out pretty early, so she bets that he'd love being fucked. Bets that he'd beg for it, even, whining in that sexy-rough tone that she only ever hears when they're alone, when he's telling her how much he wants her, how good she's going to feel inside. Jesus, just the sound of that voice is enough to get her wet and wanting.
Jensen would like it too, she thinks. Sweet, reserved Jensen couldn't say no to Jared, if he asked for it in that voice, spreading his legs and offering himself up. But Jensen loves Jared just as much as she does, so he'd take good care of Jared, get him stretched and slick and moaning for it and then slide in slow.
She wants to see the look on Jared's face when Jensen takes him, wants to see the lust and wonder and painpleasurenow in his eyes while Jensen's going deep, so deep until he bottoms out, fills Jared up completely. His eyes would roll back in his head, then, choking on a moan while his fingers scrabble at his thighs to pull himself open wide, Jensen so far inside him he thinks he'll die.
Oh god, just the thought of it makes her shudder, makes her clit throb under her fingers.
Jensen would hold him through it, let him adjust, shush him with soft touches to his belly, open-mouthed kisses to his throat, tiny rolls of his hips. Of course they'd be doing it face-to-face, Jared's arms strong around Jensen's shoulders.
When Jared was ready for it, when he was canting his hips up towards Jensen's, she knows Jensen would just let go, would fuck him hard and fast. Jared would shift under him, arching until Jensen is clipping his prostate on every thrust, the air so hot between them as Jensen surges forward to eat at Jared's mouth.
And she thinks that Jared could come just from that, from being taken, held, loved. He'd shoot off hot and white between them, getting them both filthy with come, the sharp smell of it mixed with their sweat so hot she can just taste it on her tongue as she touches herself.
The clench of his body would set Jensen off, would force him to still his hips as he came, too, bruising Jared's neck with kisses, bites that they'll have a hell of a time explaining to makeup in the morning. But it wouldn't matter, because they'd be tangled up in each other so hard that she couldn't tell where one began and the other ended.
Just the thought of it -- Jesus, God, she's going to come.
Jared blinks, shakes his head. "You really want all that?" he asks into the phone, after her breathing quiets down a little, after she's come down.
"Oh, sweetie, it's just. Don't worry about it, okay?" she says, voice thick and sated. She yawns, high and sweet into the phone. "I'm going to sleep. Love you, Jared."
"I love you too, baby."
He ends the call and flops down on his bed, flinging his arms out to the side, smiling when he smacks sleep-warm skin.
Jensen stirs and mumbles, "What?"
"My girlfriend wants to watch you fuck me."
And, well, that gets Jensen's attention a little. "Now?" he asks, opening one eye.
Grinning, Jared says, "Maybe tomorrow."
"'Kay." He shuts his eye again, snuggles deeper into the covers. Jared knows that he won't remember a word of this conversation in the morning.
He reaches out and gently traces Jensen's cheekbone with his thumb. "Love you, Jen," he says.
"Y'say that to all the girls."
