NC-17 | Code Monkey | J2
Title: Code Monkey
Rating: NC-17
Words: 810
Summary: “Hey,” he laughs. “You said … alternate universe, what would I be? And I chose.”
Notes:: So
queenklu issued comment orders for fic based on the Code Monkey vid/song and then this happened. OH! I nearly forgot: beta-ed by
ephemerall
“I would be a lion.”
Jensen snorted, trying to keep the beer in his mouth and en route to his stomach, instead of making a detour through his nose.
“Maybe a tiger,” Jared amended, a bit too thoughtful for the moment.
“So not what I meant.”
His head lolled over, watching Jensen take a long drag from the beer bottle and sink further into the couch. “How’s about a bear?”
“Oh my,” Jensen nearly grunted as he tried to hold his belch long enough to speak. Then he let it loose.
“You are a fucking mess.”
He smirked to Jared’s laugh and then nodded. “That I am.”
“What would you be?”
“Something that isn’t found in a zoo, that’s for sure.”
Jared smacked at Jensen’s chest. “Seriously.”
“Seriously?” Jared nodded and Jensen fixed him a curious look. “Seriously coming from the guy who wants to be a wildebeest.”
“Hey,” he laughs. “You said … alternate universe, what would I be? And I chose.”
“You chose poorly.”
“Fuck you, King Arthur.”
Jensen snorted, “That doesn’t even make sense.”
“The knight … in Indy and the Crusades?” Jared argued lamely, and quite drunkenly. And a bit high, too. He wiped a hand down his face because the whole conversation was ridiculous.
There were moments of silence as Jensen stared at him, just watching and judging. “You are wrecked, man.”
Jared shifted down, pushing one leg along the length of the couch and behind Jensen before grabbing his shirt and tugging. “C’mere.”
He argued but he moved, a bit begrudgingly. “What? C’mon. I was comfy.”
Their legs slotted together and Jensen settled down against Jared, forehead to chest. “Now I’m comfy.”
“Hey, c’mon,” Jensen whined the instant Jared grabbed his bottle and then put it onto the table. “You’re totally ruining my night.”
Jared spread his legs and grinded up into Jensen. “Think I’d be a porn star.”
“This is an improvement,” Jensen smirked, pushing down on him.
“Show name would be Jay Padawack.”
His forehead dropped down to the chest again. He couldn’t stifle a laugh and so he ended up giggling into Jared’s shirt. “You’re a lost cause.” But then he groaned as Jared gripped his hips and started sliding them together, moving Jensen up and down his body. “Maybe some computer thing,” he said lamely, barely paying attention to anything but the rub of denim on denim that prohibited skin on skin.
“Your interviews say physical therapy. It’s like I don’t even know you.”
Jensen chuckled as he finally got a clue to what they were doing and ground down on Jared’s dick. “And yours say engineering. Far cry from staring in The Cockfather.”
“You wanna sit behind a computer screen all day?” Jared asked, surprisingly serious compared to how drunk and horny they both were.
His grin was wide and a bit lazy as heat pooled down through his belly and then into his pants. “At least I could have sex in peace.”
Jared winced and then moaned with the way they kept rubbing against each other. “Yeah, but I’ll be having sex every day.”
“We already do, jackass.”
He chuckled and leaned up to nip at Jensen’s chin. “Right. I forgot.”
“Dumbfuck,” Jensen groaned as he pushed a few more times and then felt the spread of wet, hot come in his boxers, melting into the fabric.
“Oh, my God. You’re hot.”
“I know,” he murmured with a tinge of smugness.
Jared’s hands held tight as he rutted up and around Jensen’s hips, getting a little faster and more excited. “No, I mean, literally. It’s really warm. The wetness, it’s really, really warm.” Then he half-sighed, half-grunted as he came, soaking his pants.
Jensen chuckled as he shifted to the side, sliding between Jared and the couch. “Dude, you’d be the worst porn start. That dirty talk was awful.”
He moved his arm up to pull Jensen against him and settled in easily. “We were having a serious conversation.”
“Serious conversation about your potential porn stardom?”
“Exactly.”
Jared turned his head and rested his mouth at Jensen’s hairline. He took a deep breath then asked gently, “What would you do?”
“I dunno,” he replied thoughtfully. “Think I’m pretty okay with what I’m doing right now.”
A quick turn of his knee and Jared tangled their legs together. “Yeah, me too.”
“You’re such a sap.”
“I could do sappy porn.”
“Like there’s a market for that …”
They pretty much bickered for the next ten minutes over the possibility of Jared’s alternate career in porn. And then he described what he would consider his breakout role in The Code Monkey, which pretty much just called for Jensen to sit in front of a computer monitor while Jared crouched under the desk and blew him at 10, 2, and 4. Jensen didn’t think it was such a bad idea …
Rating: NC-17
Words: 810
Summary: “Hey,” he laughs. “You said … alternate universe, what would I be? And I chose.”
Notes:: So
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“I would be a lion.”
Jensen snorted, trying to keep the beer in his mouth and en route to his stomach, instead of making a detour through his nose.
“Maybe a tiger,” Jared amended, a bit too thoughtful for the moment.
“So not what I meant.”
His head lolled over, watching Jensen take a long drag from the beer bottle and sink further into the couch. “How’s about a bear?”
“Oh my,” Jensen nearly grunted as he tried to hold his belch long enough to speak. Then he let it loose.
“You are a fucking mess.”
He smirked to Jared’s laugh and then nodded. “That I am.”
“What would you be?”
“Something that isn’t found in a zoo, that’s for sure.”
Jared smacked at Jensen’s chest. “Seriously.”
“Seriously?” Jared nodded and Jensen fixed him a curious look. “Seriously coming from the guy who wants to be a wildebeest.”
“Hey,” he laughs. “You said … alternate universe, what would I be? And I chose.”
“You chose poorly.”
“Fuck you, King Arthur.”
Jensen snorted, “That doesn’t even make sense.”
“The knight … in Indy and the Crusades?” Jared argued lamely, and quite drunkenly. And a bit high, too. He wiped a hand down his face because the whole conversation was ridiculous.
There were moments of silence as Jensen stared at him, just watching and judging. “You are wrecked, man.”
Jared shifted down, pushing one leg along the length of the couch and behind Jensen before grabbing his shirt and tugging. “C’mere.”
He argued but he moved, a bit begrudgingly. “What? C’mon. I was comfy.”
Their legs slotted together and Jensen settled down against Jared, forehead to chest. “Now I’m comfy.”
“Hey, c’mon,” Jensen whined the instant Jared grabbed his bottle and then put it onto the table. “You’re totally ruining my night.”
Jared spread his legs and grinded up into Jensen. “Think I’d be a porn star.”
“This is an improvement,” Jensen smirked, pushing down on him.
“Show name would be Jay Padawack.”
His forehead dropped down to the chest again. He couldn’t stifle a laugh and so he ended up giggling into Jared’s shirt. “You’re a lost cause.” But then he groaned as Jared gripped his hips and started sliding them together, moving Jensen up and down his body. “Maybe some computer thing,” he said lamely, barely paying attention to anything but the rub of denim on denim that prohibited skin on skin.
“Your interviews say physical therapy. It’s like I don’t even know you.”
Jensen chuckled as he finally got a clue to what they were doing and ground down on Jared’s dick. “And yours say engineering. Far cry from staring in The Cockfather.”
“You wanna sit behind a computer screen all day?” Jared asked, surprisingly serious compared to how drunk and horny they both were.
His grin was wide and a bit lazy as heat pooled down through his belly and then into his pants. “At least I could have sex in peace.”
Jared winced and then moaned with the way they kept rubbing against each other. “Yeah, but I’ll be having sex every day.”
“We already do, jackass.”
He chuckled and leaned up to nip at Jensen’s chin. “Right. I forgot.”
“Dumbfuck,” Jensen groaned as he pushed a few more times and then felt the spread of wet, hot come in his boxers, melting into the fabric.
“Oh, my God. You’re hot.”
“I know,” he murmured with a tinge of smugness.
Jared’s hands held tight as he rutted up and around Jensen’s hips, getting a little faster and more excited. “No, I mean, literally. It’s really warm. The wetness, it’s really, really warm.” Then he half-sighed, half-grunted as he came, soaking his pants.
Jensen chuckled as he shifted to the side, sliding between Jared and the couch. “Dude, you’d be the worst porn start. That dirty talk was awful.”
He moved his arm up to pull Jensen against him and settled in easily. “We were having a serious conversation.”
“Serious conversation about your potential porn stardom?”
“Exactly.”
Jared turned his head and rested his mouth at Jensen’s hairline. He took a deep breath then asked gently, “What would you do?”
“I dunno,” he replied thoughtfully. “Think I’m pretty okay with what I’m doing right now.”
A quick turn of his knee and Jared tangled their legs together. “Yeah, me too.”
“You’re such a sap.”
“I could do sappy porn.”
“Like there’s a market for that …”
They pretty much bickered for the next ten minutes over the possibility of Jared’s alternate career in porn. And then he described what he would consider his breakout role in The Code Monkey, which pretty much just called for Jensen to sit in front of a computer monitor while Jared crouched under the desk and blew him at 10, 2, and 4. Jensen didn’t think it was such a bad idea …