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Title: Keep on the road you're on
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waferkya Fandom: RPF
Supernatural Characters / Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan / Jensen Ackles
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1892 ( fidipu )
Prompt: Jeffrey Dean Morgan / Jensen Ackles, "The dead part of you is particularly good" "You're trying to be funny?" "... Ok, I stop." "Here." ; for p0rn fest # 4 of
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fanfic_italia . Warnings: slash, language, PWP
Notes: The title is stolen from the poor Coldplay (Lovers in Japan ~ ).
- Merry Christmas,
yuppu ! \\ O / Us poor women neglected by the fandom that this holy couple Shippo we must remain stuck * nods seriously * - There are references to Supernatural and Grey's Anatomy, if you see hints papacest cleverly thrown in the middle, you're not imagining things, is all you want. * Laughs *
- The 'Space Needle' is the tower-a symbol of Seattle, was born in Seattle and JDM
♥ Disclaimer: I do not belong anything, it's all fantasy and no one pays me a penny.
Jensen is a bit 'drunk, do you understand the way that he can not stop laughing and continues to sink more and more against the couch, as if he was tiring just sit compound. Of course, Jensen is not one of those who sit decent even when it is the best, but you recognize a posture of deliberate neglect svaccata hangover. You, on the other hand, you're pretty lost, damn whiskey advanced from the festivities of Christmas, which indecently is really good, really.
Jensen slips a bit 'more next to your arm, you press on him and you almost feel his breath - the idiot's laughter and happy - on the cheek, you turn around just enough to look at him, he meets your gaze and you do not happen often, to look such a person, from above, while you're sitting, and it escapes a smile that must seem totally stupid, really. Not that Jensen is in a position to judge the intelligence of your expressions, however, and in fact laughs again, but a little 'system is better to be able to look ahead without getting a cramp in his neck. Someone screamed terrified
hunting and you remember the television on in front of you, beyond the Jensen feet crossed on your desktop. You turn around idly at the screen, not even vaguely recognize the actress who's haunting vocal cords in an effort to express pure terror , and channel switching - no, wait, you have not changed the channel because there ' you, the remote control: it was Jensen who now stifles a yawn while zapping positive spell and you look at him, in fact, her lips slightly pouting and green eyes, and in general his face lit by the glare absurdly blue the TV. At the end you see him smile, or rather grimace stronzissima and incredibly satisfied. He stopped jump from channel to channel every four seconds, and then you turn again to the television, trying to understand what has pleased him so much: you can not repress a groan torn when you recognize yourself, dressed in white and thin and near death embraced by a blonde in tears.
"What a bore, Jensen, why are you doing this?" Grumble, and throw down a swig of whiskey straight from the bottle infinite, though not enough for you all the alcohol in the world to hold a marathon of Grey's Anatomy, really. Jensen, next to you, chuckles again, and all over the sofa trembling slightly at the way in which her shoulders.
"The part of you is dead very well," said, after a while 'that Izzie is desperate to your body, and you, again, gasps blasphemy. This time the slap as well, and he collects the shot and laughs.
"Are you trying to be funny, kid?" You ask, the voice that hardens around the corners, resembling, in severe frown slightly, to that of John Winchester. Jensen shuddered visibly, and looks at you with huge, liquid eyes and mouth slightly open. You practically a porn movie on the couch curled up next to you.
"Oh well, like you want," grins, taken down without the look back even for a moment, and that is his hand absently caressing a thigh? Yes it is, Jesus, Jensen just does not know what you're happily dipping, right? Reckless kid. "Stop, stop." And beautiful, do not forget beautiful.
"Here," and did not mean to say it so softly, almost in a growl, but that's slipped from my lips, and you could hardly hold back the smile when Jensen holds its breath, amazed and excited and can not understand how much we're playing and how much that is genuinely surprised by the desire lifts you off the couch and pushes you back on the couch and eat them in the mouth, but you really do not care. It's been a lifetime since the last time you allowed himself so quietly and open and very warm under your fingers, it's been a lifetime since the last time you've got to push them fully over his body and hear him groan because the bastard likes to be choked by your weight from your shoulders, from your breath into his mouth.
"Jeff," meow, offering the package to your teeth and has a wife, you think, you should not leave obvious signs and unjustifiable, but as do you hold back when his skin is soft and begs to be tortured? You can not, here, and Jensen, in turn, even encourages you to hold back, because it opens your legs and you sink a hand through his hair and you pushing him nervously and is an invitation to a wedding, it's written permission in red blood along the white pillars of the Space Needle, Cristoddio, and you're already there to take advantage of it because you're drunk, because you've never been a guy you you would be polite and Jensen took however, allowed or not allowed.
bites his neck and goes up to your ear, you hear it groan and smile on her skin while unbuttoning his shirt off his sweatshirt and I almost trembling, looking for your eyes and pleading and now you're absolutely sure that he is playing the part of inexperienced boy, he bent his lips in that way which is always and only Dean Winchester and you're good, all things considered, because when he does that you can use a little 'strengths and Jensen does not object, take everything you have to give him both and you will possibly need more than what you would like to admit, because has been a lifetime since the last time.
Grumpy gibberish lean against his collarbone, he lost weight, again, when you realize it touches your chest with your palms and feel the outline of the bones. Follow the straight line with the mouth of his sternum, his smile when the skin reddens to the roughness of your beard and you stop playing with her navel, making him the crazy side, but all you need to lock the arm against the couch.
"Every time you eat, boy?" Ask him, nibbling the delicate skin around the navel, and Jensen moans and writhes beneath you before you whine a response inconsistent. "I did not understand," you say, rising suddenly and kissed him deeply and slowly, ripping the breath. Jensen does not waste time and presses his fingers to your belt, unbuttons and then you also loose pants, leaving in their underwear: you see, he bites his lip and a God, you may simply be so seriously. Stifle a laugh almost hysterically against the corner of his mouth, you feel smile at hand, satisfied.
you fasten your arms around his neck and left to undress, lifting your hips off the couch to allow you to slide the pants. With slow deliberate caresses the curve of her firm buttocks, enjoying the thrill of his long and how completely arches to meet you, and then Push it down, still kissing, tickling, with the tips, the tip of her sex . Jensen groans plan in your mouth, spreads her legs as he can to leave as much space as possible and would like to say that there is no need, you're so fine, but there is something incredibly charming watch offered in this way and a bit 'more, so you decide not to be polite and let them do, indeed, hit a soft hand against the inside of his thigh and push yet against the back of the sofa, opening up to snatch a hiss of pain. However, Jensen is meeting at your touch and your mouth and closes his eyes.
"Touch me" asks in a hoarse whisper and nearly so immensely and you like the way he decided to be your last night - do you like that and not give up but should be ashamed, but not surprisingly, that much that's enough to escape every now and then your eyes without the need to stop, however, make you, from time to time, that smile coglioncello that is indecent and should be put in a performance subkey and behold, here, now that rubbed a thumb against his erection and he moves sides so as to press against you are really okay.
You do not need much, if not against your skin Jensen: how rubs her swollen sex with you and makes you cringe, her soft moans against your throat shaggy beard and his fingers close to your shoulders. Take a slow pace and clocked in a way that would be very bad, because you burn your loins for the desire you have to rub on him with all the ardor of this world, but it is so, with that calm that you do things , again - for no particular reason, except the fact that you can afford it, and it would be foolish to ignore the only time where the weather is constantly on him.
Jensen, however, at some point gives way, and with a click of the kidneys almost folds in on itself and you find yourself pushing against his opening narrow and congested and it would be evil petty, time, press into him, but how can you not move, if he is to meet you? How do you think that you will make a bad indecent, it would be better to take it lashes back at this point - how do you think of the condom that you have not, to pillows that stain and how do you explain the cleaning lady, the that, Jeff, you really, really, really prepare at least a little '?
Leveraging on the couch not to rush toward us, the more you can pick it up, frantically hoping that the little seed that you wet between the legs is sufficient for Jensen not crack, does not break, but non- judging from its making, you're worrying too much, and then ventures a more powerful and determined he cries openly for pleasure, and you can bury him in free, and watch it bite her lips and stare, blush, and cling to you because he likes, he likes too.
"Jensen," he murmured, licking her neck and then closing your eyes when you feel it sway your hips and tighten your still around sex. "Jensen," and soon becomes a prayer, because prayer is the way you move in and out of it, leaving you free up and swallow and God, God is so fucking tight that you're glad it's almost been a lifetime since the last time. Since the last time. Looking for sex Jensen between your bodies, even if the clutch against your abdomen is sufficient, and you just touch it for a moment because he is losing control and almost violently, as taut as a violin string against you, and You have the distinct feeling of being unconscious, following orgasm, if only for a moment, because when I open my eyes, tired and satisfied and happy, you find yourself on him without being able to remember the moment when the arms have ceased to carry you. Jensen you absentmindedly combing the hair on the neck, felt his cat grin on his temple and you know what is going to say before they need to take your breath away.
"I much prefer, when you're dead," he mutters, and you throw a punch against the shoulder, because we have things to say?, And then close your eyes and think that you will not take a nap evil.
the telly, Izzie is still whimper at your bedside, and you is not breathing for a while.
Jensen slips a bit 'more next to your arm, you press on him and you almost feel his breath - the idiot's laughter and happy - on the cheek, you turn around just enough to look at him, he meets your gaze and you do not happen often, to look such a person, from above, while you're sitting, and it escapes a smile that must seem totally stupid, really. Not that Jensen is in a position to judge the intelligence of your expressions, however, and in fact laughs again, but a little 'system is better to be able to look ahead without getting a cramp in his neck. Someone screamed terrified
hunting and you remember the television on in front of you, beyond the Jensen feet crossed on your desktop. You turn around idly at the screen, not even vaguely recognize the actress who's haunting vocal cords in an effort to express pure terror , and channel switching - no, wait, you have not changed the channel because there ' you, the remote control: it was Jensen who now stifles a yawn while zapping positive spell and you look at him, in fact, her lips slightly pouting and green eyes, and in general his face lit by the glare absurdly blue the TV. At the end you see him smile, or rather grimace stronzissima and incredibly satisfied. He stopped jump from channel to channel every four seconds, and then you turn again to the television, trying to understand what has pleased him so much: you can not repress a groan torn when you recognize yourself, dressed in white and thin and near death embraced by a blonde in tears.
"What a bore, Jensen, why are you doing this?" Grumble, and throw down a swig of whiskey straight from the bottle infinite, though not enough for you all the alcohol in the world to hold a marathon of Grey's Anatomy, really. Jensen, next to you, chuckles again, and all over the sofa trembling slightly at the way in which her shoulders.
"The part of you is dead very well," said, after a while 'that Izzie is desperate to your body, and you, again, gasps blasphemy. This time the slap as well, and he collects the shot and laughs.
"Are you trying to be funny, kid?" You ask, the voice that hardens around the corners, resembling, in severe frown slightly, to that of John Winchester. Jensen shuddered visibly, and looks at you with huge, liquid eyes and mouth slightly open. You practically a porn movie on the couch curled up next to you.
"Oh well, like you want," grins, taken down without the look back even for a moment, and that is his hand absently caressing a thigh? Yes it is, Jesus, Jensen just does not know what you're happily dipping, right? Reckless kid. "Stop, stop." And beautiful, do not forget beautiful.
"Here," and did not mean to say it so softly, almost in a growl, but that's slipped from my lips, and you could hardly hold back the smile when Jensen holds its breath, amazed and excited and can not understand how much we're playing and how much that is genuinely surprised by the desire lifts you off the couch and pushes you back on the couch and eat them in the mouth, but you really do not care. It's been a lifetime since the last time you allowed himself so quietly and open and very warm under your fingers, it's been a lifetime since the last time you've got to push them fully over his body and hear him groan because the bastard likes to be choked by your weight from your shoulders, from your breath into his mouth.
"Jeff," meow, offering the package to your teeth and has a wife, you think, you should not leave obvious signs and unjustifiable, but as do you hold back when his skin is soft and begs to be tortured? You can not, here, and Jensen, in turn, even encourages you to hold back, because it opens your legs and you sink a hand through his hair and you pushing him nervously and is an invitation to a wedding, it's written permission in red blood along the white pillars of the Space Needle, Cristoddio, and you're already there to take advantage of it because you're drunk, because you've never been a guy you you would be polite and Jensen took however, allowed or not allowed.
bites his neck and goes up to your ear, you hear it groan and smile on her skin while unbuttoning his shirt off his sweatshirt and I almost trembling, looking for your eyes and pleading and now you're absolutely sure that he is playing the part of inexperienced boy, he bent his lips in that way which is always and only Dean Winchester and you're good, all things considered, because when he does that you can use a little 'strengths and Jensen does not object, take everything you have to give him both and you will possibly need more than what you would like to admit, because has been a lifetime since the last time.
Grumpy gibberish lean against his collarbone, he lost weight, again, when you realize it touches your chest with your palms and feel the outline of the bones. Follow the straight line with the mouth of his sternum, his smile when the skin reddens to the roughness of your beard and you stop playing with her navel, making him the crazy side, but all you need to lock the arm against the couch.
"Every time you eat, boy?" Ask him, nibbling the delicate skin around the navel, and Jensen moans and writhes beneath you before you whine a response inconsistent. "I did not understand," you say, rising suddenly and kissed him deeply and slowly, ripping the breath. Jensen does not waste time and presses his fingers to your belt, unbuttons and then you also loose pants, leaving in their underwear: you see, he bites his lip and a God, you may simply be so seriously. Stifle a laugh almost hysterically against the corner of his mouth, you feel smile at hand, satisfied.
you fasten your arms around his neck and left to undress, lifting your hips off the couch to allow you to slide the pants. With slow deliberate caresses the curve of her firm buttocks, enjoying the thrill of his long and how completely arches to meet you, and then Push it down, still kissing, tickling, with the tips, the tip of her sex . Jensen groans plan in your mouth, spreads her legs as he can to leave as much space as possible and would like to say that there is no need, you're so fine, but there is something incredibly charming watch offered in this way and a bit 'more, so you decide not to be polite and let them do, indeed, hit a soft hand against the inside of his thigh and push yet against the back of the sofa, opening up to snatch a hiss of pain. However, Jensen is meeting at your touch and your mouth and closes his eyes.
"Touch me" asks in a hoarse whisper and nearly so immensely and you like the way he decided to be your last night - do you like that and not give up but should be ashamed, but not surprisingly, that much that's enough to escape every now and then your eyes without the need to stop, however, make you, from time to time, that smile coglioncello that is indecent and should be put in a performance subkey and behold, here, now that rubbed a thumb against his erection and he moves sides so as to press against you are really okay.
You do not need much, if not against your skin Jensen: how rubs her swollen sex with you and makes you cringe, her soft moans against your throat shaggy beard and his fingers close to your shoulders. Take a slow pace and clocked in a way that would be very bad, because you burn your loins for the desire you have to rub on him with all the ardor of this world, but it is so, with that calm that you do things , again - for no particular reason, except the fact that you can afford it, and it would be foolish to ignore the only time where the weather is constantly on him.
Jensen, however, at some point gives way, and with a click of the kidneys almost folds in on itself and you find yourself pushing against his opening narrow and congested and it would be evil petty, time, press into him, but how can you not move, if he is to meet you? How do you think that you will make a bad indecent, it would be better to take it lashes back at this point - how do you think of the condom that you have not, to pillows that stain and how do you explain the cleaning lady, the that, Jeff, you really, really, really prepare at least a little '?
Leveraging on the couch not to rush toward us, the more you can pick it up, frantically hoping that the little seed that you wet between the legs is sufficient for Jensen not crack, does not break, but non- judging from its making, you're worrying too much, and then ventures a more powerful and determined he cries openly for pleasure, and you can bury him in free, and watch it bite her lips and stare, blush, and cling to you because he likes, he likes too.
"Jensen," he murmured, licking her neck and then closing your eyes when you feel it sway your hips and tighten your still around sex. "Jensen," and soon becomes a prayer, because prayer is the way you move in and out of it, leaving you free up and swallow and God, God is so fucking tight that you're glad it's almost been a lifetime since the last time. Since the last time. Looking for sex Jensen between your bodies, even if the clutch against your abdomen is sufficient, and you just touch it for a moment because he is losing control and almost violently, as taut as a violin string against you, and You have the distinct feeling of being unconscious, following orgasm, if only for a moment, because when I open my eyes, tired and satisfied and happy, you find yourself on him without being able to remember the moment when the arms have ceased to carry you. Jensen you absentmindedly combing the hair on the neck, felt his cat grin on his temple and you know what is going to say before they need to take your breath away.
"I much prefer, when you're dead," he mutters, and you throw a punch against the shoulder, because we have things to say?, And then close your eyes and think that you will not take a nap evil.
the telly, Izzie is still whimper at your bedside, and you is not breathing for a while.
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