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Fic Rec...with Hot Teaser
So about...I dunno a year ago...Last Summer at least...I was randomly looking for stories to read and I stumbled across this J2 AU. Now...the idea of twin!Jensens was awesome enough...even in one was an asshole...but it also contained one of the hottest, most awesome, fully clothed, kitchen sex cameos by Chris and Steve that I have ever read. Unfortunately I was then stupid and lost the link.
Cue a few months down the road and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
melodious329 's trip to Liberia and me agreeing to periodically send her fic to keep her entertained. Of course I can't write enough fic to feed her entertainment so I've been going through links that I found on a google search...and one of them is the story with the scene.
So if you want to read the story... Only This and Nothing More byjeyhawk
or
Just the Scene
“Mind getting another case of beer from the basement?” Chris asks, as his eyes land on Steve, talking to Sandy across the room.
“No problem,” Jared answers, heading for the kitchen.
He bounces down the basement stairs in the dark before groping for the light switch that’s somewhere on his right. He flips it up and freezes at the sight presented to him. Tom in an ill fitting latex dress getting fucked from behind by Mike, who’s dressed in chaps without pants underneath and a cowboy hat.
“Uhhh,” he says, unable to decide where to look. The entire scene is horrid, there’s just no safe place to rest his eyes.
“Do you mind?” Mike says, sounding out of breath and without missing a beat with his hips.
Jared realizes Tom isn’t wearing a latex dress, it’s a costume, a horse costume and he’s wearing a bridle, with fake little pony ears and Mike's got the reins in one hand and a whip in the other.
“Uhhh,” he says again, slowly backing away from the horrid sight. He’s never having sex again. Never. In fact, he can’t ever imagine getting an erection again, or looking Tom in the eyes, or Mike, or anyone until he’s gotten his hands on some really fucking powerful brain bleach.
He flips the light switch again, making the room blessedly dark, but of course that leaves the noises. A steady slap, slap, slap of Mike's hips, Tom’s harsh breathing around the strap of leather in his mouth and then the thwap of the whip as Mike brings it down.
“Faster, boy,” he pants. “We gotta get there before the sheriff.”
Jared turns on his heel and flees, blushing so dark he’s afraid he’ll combust. Chris is leaning against the kitchen counter with a smirk when he comes tumbling into the kitchen, slamming the door behind him and leaning against it.
“You knew,” Jared whines, scrubbing a hand over his eyes, trying to force his mind to forget.
Chris crosses his legs and grins. “Uh huh.”
“Jesus… That’s… that’s…”
“Disturbingly hot?” Chris suggests.
“Yes! NO, NO, NO. Hell NO.”
Chris laughs, saluting Jared with his beer.
“I’ll never make you talk about your feelings again. Never. Just please… pick the images out of my brain.”
“Steve,” Chris yells and Steve appears in the doorway, giving Jared an odd look.
“Why is… mmmfmmm.”
Chris cuts Steve off by pressing him up against the wall and kissing him, one hand sliding into one of his back pockets while the other tangles in his hair. Steve doesn’t react at first, but then one of his hands goes to Chris's neck and the other clutches at his hip. Jared watches the rare display of affection intently, ignoring the muffled yeeehaaw that reaches him through the door.
When Chris lifts his head, licking his lips, Steve looks equal parts dazed and confused.
“Why are we making out in front of Jared?” he asks and if they think Jared can’t see the subtle way they’re rubbing against each other, they got another one coming.
Chris shrugs. “He wanted to watch.”
Steve smiles a little, glancing at Jared, who tries to look innocent but it’s hard to do because he’s pretty sure that’s neighing coming from the basement.
“Did you send him to the basement?” Steve asks, resting his forehead against Chris's.
“Yeah,” Chris says, shifting so that he’s got Steve pinned up against the wall with his thigh pressed between Steve's.
Jared suddenly feels dirty for watching them, because they never let anyone see this thing between them, not like this. Steve's fingers are playing with the small hairs at the back of Chris's neck, and Chris is smiling at him like he’s the only thing in the world worth looking at. Jared swallows, looking away, because he’s pretty sure Chris doesn’t really want him to see this.
“That was pretty mean of you,” Steve says, but he just sounds amused.
“He was mean to me first,” Chris says and Jared's pretty sure he’s pouting.
“Do tell what kind of horror he put you through,” Steve murmurs and Jared can hear his breath hitching, and seriously, can’t the floor just open up and eat him.
“He made me talk,” Chris mumbles. “About you.”
Steve chuckles. “How horrible.”
Jared dares a glance and wishes that he hadn’t, the rhythmic shifts of Chris's hips are mesmerizing and Steve's got his lips pressed to Chris's ear. They’re actually having fully clothed sex, right in front of him and hasn’t he been through enough for one day.
“It totally… was,” Chris murmurs, his voice a low, husky drawl and, Jesus, Jared does so remember how to get an erection, because, hello, totally hot.
Steve turns his head and they are kissing again and it’s way hotter than any porno Jared ever watched. He squeezes his eyes shut, but he can still hear them, the slick sound of kissing, the rustle of clothes as they press against each other, breathing far quicker and harsher than normal.
Going back to the basement to watch Mike and Tom re-enact the Pony Express suddenly sounds like a good idea. Chris and Steve are way open and forthcoming towards him, letting him in to play in their playground, but not like this. If he’d taken them up on the threesome offer, this is not what he would have gotten. There would have been sex, probably spectacular sex even, but not this intimacy.
“Yeah,” Steve sighs and the quiver in his voice nearly undoes Jared.
He keeps his eyes shut for the rest of it, the sounds reaching his ears more than enough to fill in the blanks. His pulse is beating way too fast and he feels flushed and sweaty all over. He sneaks a glance when he hears Steve laugh, so husky and sated that he’s sure it’s over.
They’re leaning their foreheads together again and the lazy smile on Steve's face tells him everything he needs to know about the current state of their underwear. As he watches, Chris gives Steve another kiss before pulling away, letting his hands drop from Steve's body. They both turn to look at him and he really, really wants to die.
Steve just grins, though, winking at him before he pushes past Chris and disappears; a moment later they hear him walking up the stairs. Chris looks after him, before looking back at Jared.
Jared shakes his head and gestures. “Go after him,” he says too loudly in the silent kitchen. “And what we talked about earlier… Forget everything I said. I’m an idiot and I don’t understand shit about you.”
Chris purses his lips for a moment. “I don’t think you were wrong about everything,” he says and then he’s gone, leaving Jared with a boner the size of Texas and nowhere to go.
Cue a few months down the road and
melodious329 's trip to Liberia and me agreeing to periodically send her fic to keep her entertained. Of course I can't write enough fic to feed her entertainment so I've been going through links that I found on a google search...and one of them is the story with the scene.So if you want to read the story... Only This and Nothing More by
jeyhawk or
Just the Scene
“Mind getting another case of beer from the basement?” Chris asks, as his eyes land on Steve, talking to Sandy across the room.
“No problem,” Jared answers, heading for the kitchen.
He bounces down the basement stairs in the dark before groping for the light switch that’s somewhere on his right. He flips it up and freezes at the sight presented to him. Tom in an ill fitting latex dress getting fucked from behind by Mike, who’s dressed in chaps without pants underneath and a cowboy hat.
“Uhhh,” he says, unable to decide where to look. The entire scene is horrid, there’s just no safe place to rest his eyes.
“Do you mind?” Mike says, sounding out of breath and without missing a beat with his hips.
Jared realizes Tom isn’t wearing a latex dress, it’s a costume, a horse costume and he’s wearing a bridle, with fake little pony ears and Mike's got the reins in one hand and a whip in the other.
“Uhhh,” he says again, slowly backing away from the horrid sight. He’s never having sex again. Never. In fact, he can’t ever imagine getting an erection again, or looking Tom in the eyes, or Mike, or anyone until he’s gotten his hands on some really fucking powerful brain bleach.
He flips the light switch again, making the room blessedly dark, but of course that leaves the noises. A steady slap, slap, slap of Mike's hips, Tom’s harsh breathing around the strap of leather in his mouth and then the thwap of the whip as Mike brings it down.
“Faster, boy,” he pants. “We gotta get there before the sheriff.”
Jared turns on his heel and flees, blushing so dark he’s afraid he’ll combust. Chris is leaning against the kitchen counter with a smirk when he comes tumbling into the kitchen, slamming the door behind him and leaning against it.
“You knew,” Jared whines, scrubbing a hand over his eyes, trying to force his mind to forget.
Chris crosses his legs and grins. “Uh huh.”
“Jesus… That’s… that’s…”
“Disturbingly hot?” Chris suggests.
“Yes! NO, NO, NO. Hell NO.”
Chris laughs, saluting Jared with his beer.
“I’ll never make you talk about your feelings again. Never. Just please… pick the images out of my brain.”
“Steve,” Chris yells and Steve appears in the doorway, giving Jared an odd look.
“Why is… mmmfmmm.”
Chris cuts Steve off by pressing him up against the wall and kissing him, one hand sliding into one of his back pockets while the other tangles in his hair. Steve doesn’t react at first, but then one of his hands goes to Chris's neck and the other clutches at his hip. Jared watches the rare display of affection intently, ignoring the muffled yeeehaaw that reaches him through the door.
When Chris lifts his head, licking his lips, Steve looks equal parts dazed and confused.
“Why are we making out in front of Jared?” he asks and if they think Jared can’t see the subtle way they’re rubbing against each other, they got another one coming.
Chris shrugs. “He wanted to watch.”
Steve smiles a little, glancing at Jared, who tries to look innocent but it’s hard to do because he’s pretty sure that’s neighing coming from the basement.
“Did you send him to the basement?” Steve asks, resting his forehead against Chris's.
“Yeah,” Chris says, shifting so that he’s got Steve pinned up against the wall with his thigh pressed between Steve's.
Jared suddenly feels dirty for watching them, because they never let anyone see this thing between them, not like this. Steve's fingers are playing with the small hairs at the back of Chris's neck, and Chris is smiling at him like he’s the only thing in the world worth looking at. Jared swallows, looking away, because he’s pretty sure Chris doesn’t really want him to see this.
“That was pretty mean of you,” Steve says, but he just sounds amused.
“He was mean to me first,” Chris says and Jared's pretty sure he’s pouting.
“Do tell what kind of horror he put you through,” Steve murmurs and Jared can hear his breath hitching, and seriously, can’t the floor just open up and eat him.
“He made me talk,” Chris mumbles. “About you.”
Steve chuckles. “How horrible.”
Jared dares a glance and wishes that he hadn’t, the rhythmic shifts of Chris's hips are mesmerizing and Steve's got his lips pressed to Chris's ear. They’re actually having fully clothed sex, right in front of him and hasn’t he been through enough for one day.
“It totally… was,” Chris murmurs, his voice a low, husky drawl and, Jesus, Jared does so remember how to get an erection, because, hello, totally hot.
Steve turns his head and they are kissing again and it’s way hotter than any porno Jared ever watched. He squeezes his eyes shut, but he can still hear them, the slick sound of kissing, the rustle of clothes as they press against each other, breathing far quicker and harsher than normal.
Going back to the basement to watch Mike and Tom re-enact the Pony Express suddenly sounds like a good idea. Chris and Steve are way open and forthcoming towards him, letting him in to play in their playground, but not like this. If he’d taken them up on the threesome offer, this is not what he would have gotten. There would have been sex, probably spectacular sex even, but not this intimacy.
“Yeah,” Steve sighs and the quiver in his voice nearly undoes Jared.
He keeps his eyes shut for the rest of it, the sounds reaching his ears more than enough to fill in the blanks. His pulse is beating way too fast and he feels flushed and sweaty all over. He sneaks a glance when he hears Steve laugh, so husky and sated that he’s sure it’s over.
They’re leaning their foreheads together again and the lazy smile on Steve's face tells him everything he needs to know about the current state of their underwear. As he watches, Chris gives Steve another kiss before pulling away, letting his hands drop from Steve's body. They both turn to look at him and he really, really wants to die.
Steve just grins, though, winking at him before he pushes past Chris and disappears; a moment later they hear him walking up the stairs. Chris looks after him, before looking back at Jared.
Jared shakes his head and gestures. “Go after him,” he says too loudly in the silent kitchen. “And what we talked about earlier… Forget everything I said. I’m an idiot and I don’t understand shit about you.”
Chris purses his lips for a moment. “I don’t think you were wrong about everything,” he says and then he’s gone, leaving Jared with a boner the size of Texas and nowhere to go.
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