WB RPS, Jensen/Jared, "One a.m., Wednesday, Vancouver"

1. I'm greatly enjoying tonight's Red Sox/Yankees game. Joe Torre looks ready to eat his bench coach's face. Nothing makes me happier than grumpy Joe Torre.

2. Mr. Lazarus and I drove to New Jersey last weekend for a wedding, and on the drive there, I started beta'ing a Wincest story for sevenfists. It's a great story, with a lot of twisty brother/lover dynamics, so I was thinking about that and contemplating the Sam/Dean relationship most of the weekend. Including at the wedding ceremony. The Catholic wedding ceremony. I'm going straight to hell.

3. Someday I might write fic with a plot. Today is not that day. Here, have some porn:

Title: One a.m., Wednesday, Vancouver
Author: annalazarus
Pairing: Jsquared
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP
Disclaimer: I don't believe this happened, and neither should you.
Summary: Jared keeps Jensen company after a long day of filming.
Warnings: Mild spoilers for Devil's Trap.
Notes: Thanks to sevenfists for beta and cheerleading.

Jared's not sure what he's doing on Jensen's couch. Heck, Jared's not sure what he’s doing conscious. It's one a.m. on a Wednesday, and by all rights, he should be dead asleep, dreaming of demons and rewrites. Instead he's watching Jensen making herbal tea in the kitchen.

Jensen didn't talk between takes today, saving his voice as he had to scream at Meg over and over. Jensen's unusual silence helped Jared sustain a feeling of creeping dread a little too well, and now he's got his knees pulled up to his chest, long arms wrapped around his legs, wondering why he feels so off-kilter. It doesn't help that Jensen still isn't talking.

Jared doesn’t know where Jensen dredged up the rage that came flying out during each take today, doesn’t know how Jensen sustained that level of anger for hours on end, but he does know that whatever Jen's thinking right now, Jared sure as hell doesn't want him to be alone with it.

The urge to take care of Jensen is more of a Sam impulse than a Jared one, Jared realizes. That's part of the reason he rarely comes over to Jen's during the shooting week. He's too mixed up between his character and himself, and the last thing he needs when shooting an emotional scene with Dean is to have the distinctly Jared urge to wrap Dean in his arms and nuzzle him until Dean giggles like Jensen.

Jared looks over at Jensen, who is making faces at his tea. Not for the first time, Jared wonders if Jensen maybe has double the number of normal facial muscles, because that boy’s got more expressions than anyone Jared’s ever met. Right now he’s doing variations on pensive, yet hot. Jared thinks that maybe a little nuzzling wouldn’t be out of place right now, but Jensen might not be up for it. "Hey," Jared says. Jensen raises his eyebrows speculatively. "Do you want me to leave?" Jared asks.

Jensen shakes his head and sips his tea, looking right through Jared. Well, that won't do. If Jared's going to lose a night of sleep for his emo costar, he's certainly not going to be ignored for his trouble. He’s got a few surefire ways to get Jensen’s attention, most (okay, all) of them involving nudity. He’s a little disturbed that Jensen’s lost look is making him hot, but he decides not to dwell on that and unfolds himself from the couch.

He strides into the kitchen, and Jensen raises his eyebrows again. Jared carefully takes the tea from Jensen's hands and places it on the counter. Then, with a force he usually reserves for street hockey and bar fights, he pins Jensen to the counter. Jen's eyebrows nearly hit his hairline, and Jared thinks Jensen's still thinking like his character too, because this is not a move that usually confuses him. Jared bends and ghosts his lips against Jensen’s, strokes his fingertips over Jensen’s cheeks, presses his hips into Jensen’s.

Jensen catches on, running his hands up under Jared’s shirt and biting at Jared’s lips. Just to make sure he’s got Jensen’s attention, Jared slides his hand into Jensen’s jeans. Jared gets even harder than he already is when he sees the anxiety melt off of Jensen's face as Jared strokes his cock. “God, your hand,” Jensen whispers, eyes fluttering closed. “Don’t stop, okay? Don’t stop.”

Jared smirks. He’s got way better plans than just jerking Jensen off in the kitchen. He leans forward to whisper, "Jensen," and Jen turns those laser beam eyes on him. Jared slowly, deliberately licks his lips and says, "Do you want to fuck me?"

Jensen makes a noise like he's been punched and shudders all over. Jared takes that as a yes and tugs on the bottom of Jensen's shirt until they're moving toward the bedroom, Jensen mouthing at Jared’s neck and rubbing him through his jeans. Jared's so turned on by the time they get to the bed that it takes serious effort to remember how to take his clothes off.

He climbs onto the bed and wraps himself around Jensen, who’s so tense that it feels like hugging a statue. Jared digs his fingers into Jen's shoulders and rolls Jensen on top of him. Jen gives another shuddering sigh and Jared slows down, rubbing his hands up and down Jensen’s back. "Dude, you've gotta be exhausted,” Jared says. “You sure you wanna do this?"

Jensen's only response is to snort and grab Jared's cock. "Yeah, okay," Jared laughs, arching into Jensen's touch, rough and perfect. "I got it. Tired is for pussies. So," he says, dropping his voice and rolling his hips. "How we gonna do this?"

Jensen grins wickedly and grabs Jared’s shoulders, yanking Jared up for a brutal kiss and then whispering, “Roll over,” in Jared’s ear. Jared stretches extravagantly in Jensen’s arms and complies. He feels like he’s burning from his toes to his lips as Jensen worries the nape of Jared’s neck with teeth and tongue, takes his time kissing and sucking his way down Jared’s back.

Jensen somehow manages to keep licking at Jared’s lower back and grab Jared’s arms and push them up at the same time. Jared takes the hint and begins to rise to his knees at the exact moment Jensen slips a slick finger inside him. Jared gasps and drops his head to the pillow, saying, “Jesus, Jensen! Give a guy some warning, would you?” He tries to sound annoyed, he really does, but Jensen’s stroking slowly out and in again, and Jared barely makes it to the end of the sentence before he’s moaning.

Jensen’s other hand is rubbing low over Jared’s belly, his fingertips teasing Jared’s cock, and Jared would tell Jen to hurry the fuck up if he could just stop the seriously embarrassing sounds coming out of his mouth. The stretch and burn as Jensen enters him brings his voice back in a rush, and he slurs, “Oh God, Jen, fucking touch me, man. Please, Jensen.”

Jensen goes still for a moment then leans forward and pulls Jared’s hips up until he can scrape his teeth over the juncture of Jared’s neck and shoulder. “Keep talking,” Jensen gasps.

Jared lets himself go, moaning things he’d never admit to saying if Jensen ever brought them up, but he knows that Jensen gets off on the sound of his voice, not what says, so he lets the pleasure overwhelming his body as Jensen fucks him carry out onto his ragged voice as he begs touch me, fuck me, harder, faster, deeper, more. Jensen’s breath is hitching when he grabs Jared’s cock, jacking hard and fast as he loses control. Jensen cries out, a series of high-pitched “oh”s in his own voice, not Dean’s low growl, and Jared comes at the sound.

They collapse onto their sides, Jensen wrapping his arms around Jared’s chest so tightly that Jared grunts and says, “Quit it. You know Eric’ll kill you if you break my ribs.”

“Nah,” Jensen says, his voice tinged with content and Texas. “It’ll make you look more honestly pained when you’re getting the shit kicked out of you tomorrow.”

“Aw, shit. That’s tomorrow?” Jared pulls away and rolls so that he’s facing Jensen. “That’s it. You owe me beers all weekend.”

“Bitch, you knew it was tomorrow when you followed me home. And what, it’s sex for beer now?” Jensen laughs, the best sound Jared’s heard in at least twenty-four hours.

Jared pulls a confused face and says, “I thought it was always sex for beer. You mean I don’t have to buy you beers anymore? Score.”

“Shut up, dude. I gotta be up early,” Jensen says, yawning and closing his eyes.

“Fine, fine,” Jared says, smiling and tracing Jensen’s jaw with his fingertips. He waits until Jensen’s deep asleep before falling into a dreamless slumber.