Title: Knock It Off!
Warning: Mention of a blowjob - is a warning really needed for that?
Word Count: 1,479
Disclaimer: Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles own themselves - I might own my dog and two cats but I doubt it.
Summary: Jared just needs a little peace to finish up some writing for his mother but Jensen has other plans and a means to the end or the end he wants anyway.
A/N: Written for My Bloody Valentine Release Party Meme
. The request was RPS - Jensen/Jared - "Knock it off."
. It got a little too long for a comment fic so here we are.
Jared has this one spot at the back of his neck, just above the last knob of his spine that seems to be hardwired to his dick. He never even knew he had it until Jensen stumbled upon it early on in their relationship while Jared was down on his knees giving him a blowjob and now it’s like it’s his personal mission to use it against him.
“Quit it!” Jared grumbles and ducks forward to get away from Jensen’s questing fingertips against that spot, again for something close to the seventh time in the last ten minutes.
Jensen’s voice is so full of false innocence that Jared’s not sure how he’s not choking on it.
He glares down at the laptop screen, trying very hard to ignore the stirring of his dick while he forces himself to reread what he’s already written. It’s not much, only two and a half pages long but it’s Megan’s birthday in three weeks and his mother had come up with the idea of a memory book for her twenty-first birthday. She requested, which in mom speak means demanded, that both Jared and Jeff write up their three top favorite memories involving Megan and email them to her so that she can add them to the book. Jared had known about it for the last three months, has two weeks left to get them done and has only just started.
“Jen, I need to get this done.”
The couch back shifts by his right shoulder as Jensen leans over it to peer at the laptop screen. “How much have you got done?”
A soft brush against that spot that does nothing to help keep his mind on the task at hand accompanies the question.
“Jensen!” He growls as he shifts forward again and turns his head so that he can glare at his boyfriend.
“Sorry.” He tries to look contrite but it fails because his lips are twitching at the corners. “Totally an accident this time.”
Is that how I act when I’ve eaten too much candy and haven’t had enough sleep?
Jensen’s eyes are dancing, and Jared is disgusted that he’s even thinking in those terms but there is not better adjective he can come up with to describe the way his boyfriend’s eyes are glittering. It’s like he’s managed to consume all of Jared’s emergency candy stash from the kitchen and somehow, without Jared knowing, left to sneak onto set to get the one hidden in his trailer. With him resting his chest on the back of the couch, Jared can feel how he’s vibrating with energy and his fingers are tapping a haphazard rhythm on the cushion just below his chin.
He’s heard that when you live with someone that you tend to take on a certain amount of personality traits of your roommate but this is ridiculous. It’s like he’s suddenly become Jensen, all calm and collect and Jensen’s become him, hyper and full of insane energy.
It’s kind of scary actually.
“Yeah, sure.” He grumbles but, against his better judgement, settles back anyway. He’s too tall to be hunched over for any length of time while trying to type.
“So how much?”
He turns his head just enough to make eye contact before shrugging. “Not nearly enough. I’m not even done the first one yet.”
Jaaay.” Jensen whines and his chin thumps on the edge of the couch. “You’ve been at this all day.”
Jared snorts, “An hour and half tops.”
He settles his fingers back on the keys and chews on his bottom lip. He’d rather just be able to call his momma up and tell her what his three favorite memories are and let her write them down, adding her own flourishes here and there where she sees fit. But she wanted them to be directly from the boys in their own words so he’s stuck trying to be a writer and make them as interesting as possible because if he doesn’t he knows his momma will just make he do it all over again. It’s the reason why something so simple has taken him so long in the first place.
“Jared we finally get a two day weekend off and I want to do something with you.”
“You’re watching me write.” He tries desperately, not adding or actually annoying me, figuring that that should be obvious and hoping it will be enough for at least a few minutes.
Not surprisingly it’s not, “No, I’m watching you stare at your laptop, punch a few keys and then stare at your laptop then punch a few keys and then stare at your laptop then…”
“Okay, okay I’ve got it!” He grumbles and wonders, not for the first time, how Jensen manages not to murder him in his sleep if this is how he acts when he’s bored.
Jared feels him shift beside him and grits his teeth, expecting to feel fingers against that spot again and determined not to react this time. Instead he’s surprised by Jensen’s warm breath against his ear.
He ignores the shiver snaking down his spine and pretends he doesn’t hear Jensen’s answering chuckle. “Catch up on your reading.” He mutters through clenched teeth. “Weren’t you just bitching about not even having time to finish your book not three days ago?”
“Don’t wanna read.”
Jensen’s warm breath in his ear doesn’t elicit the same reaction as his fingers against that spot but it’s close. But Jared is determined not to give in, no matter how badly his body is screaming for him to. He wants to be proud of himself, it’s been a long few weeks shooting the last two episodes of season four, sixteen hour days, mental and physical abuse and only one day in every six to try to somehow shake it all off enough to, at the very least, be able to breathe without it feeling like he’s going to combust from the work load but that’s no reason to give in to his baser needs. So they’ve barely had the time or the energy for a couple of quick fucks and yes he wants more. And yes he would like to take advantage of the next thirty-two or so hours to reconnect with Jensen but he needs to get this done before his mother calls again with a not so gentle reminder.
“Take the dogs for a walk.”
This time the pressure is more intense and coupled with the breath and a, barely there, tug of his earlobe and Jared’s had enough.
He twists his upper body, grabs Jensen’s wrists and tugs until they are nose to nose, not worried that he’s going to end up with a lapful of boyfriend or a potential destroyed laptop by a flying foot. The couch back isn’t high enough to throw Jensen off balance and it would take more power to pull him over then Jared can produce in his half twist.
“Knock it off!”
He doesn’t yell, in fact his voice is lower than even he had expected but then again he shouldn’t be surprised, Jensen had been pushing all the right buttons for longer than he can usually hold out for. And if how Jensen’s eyes darken in front of him is any indication, he wasn’t exactly expecting it either and it’s not a deterrent in the least.
“No.” He whispers back.
“Jen.” He groans, half in plain old frustration, half in sex frustration. He needs to get this done for his mom but he needs Jensen to lay off to do it and he just needs Jensen, which is not helping, at all.
“Come play with me.” He breathes against his lips, “And later or tomorrow I’ll be your assistant. I’ll type while you dictate and I’m sure we’ll be able to get it all done then.”
His tongue flicks out and he licks along Jared’s bottom lip trying to sweeten the deal.
Like Jared really needs anymore convincing, Jensen pretty much had him convinced to give it up for later the first time his fingers danced along the top of his spine. He just wanted to hold out to try to prove that he wasn’t controlled by his libido. But then again, horny Jensen verses typing, which he hates, and really who he is he to think that writing would win? Especially when the promise of a full day of naked and bed and Jensen are on the table.
“You’d better make it worth my while ‘cause I told my momma that I’d try my best to have this finished up and emailed to her today.” He grumbles back but they both know it’s only for show because his lips are now brushing Jensen’s with every word.
“Oh it will be.” He swears before pressing his lips to Jared to seal the deal.