FIC Never in the Bar
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shanachie_quillTitle: Never in the Bar
Characters: Jensen/Sarah
Fandom: RPF AU
Summary: Apparently he just needed to make the right play.
Rating: R
Warnings: Nothing really, real people involved
Spoilers: None but being familiar with our series might help
Disclaimer: Nope I didn't win them in the lottery so just the story idea belongs to me.
Author's Note: Third story in my challenge series. I used some of the characters from the RPF series I write with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ctrokj for this one. So if you are familiar with them you might enjoy this more...but it's not necessary to know them. Jensen is Jensen Ackles. We may or may not be adding him to the series at some point. At this point, just assume he knows the band. He's an actor, but not a very well known one. If you want to read more of that series... Master Post
Word Count: 773
Jensen grinned at the good-natured teasing going on around him. It was hard to believe that just a few short months ago; he hadn’t known any of these guys. The band had easily welcomed him into their inner circle, even though he wasn’t a professional singer and whenever he was in town, he’d stop by to enjoy the music, booze, and company. He looked across the room to the bar where the owner and bartender was rapidly serving the customers still in evidence. And the view didn’t hurt either.
Chris knocked his bottle against Jensen’s, calling his attention back to the group as Royal dropped into the other man’s lap. “So we’re gonna head outta town in a couple of days,” he explained. “But we’ll be around tomorrow and the next day. Might be interested in sittin’ in with us?”
“I don’t sing in public, boy,” he drawled in response. “But thanks for the invite.”
Royal giggled at Chris’s expression at being called ‘boy’ by someone younger and prettier than him. He sputtered for a minute, trying to come up with a response as the rest of the band laughed at his loss of words. Steve raised his beer in a salute to the young actor who had gotten the better of his best friend. “Nice one, Jens,” he toasted him. “You’re still welcome. Even if you don’t want to sit in with us.”
Jensen nodded in response, his eyes drawn towards the bar again as raucous laughter spilled forth. “I probably will stop by, but I’ve got an early call on Monday so I don’t think I’ll stay long.” Draining the last of his beer, he got to his feet. “And I’ve still got lines to learn. See y’all later.” He often found himself slipping more easily into the Texas drawl he’d all but abolished when he was around Chris, but he didn’t mind it. Picking up his empty bottle, he made his way over to the bar where Sarah and Steve’s girlfriend, Claire had a row of shot glasses lined up. “What are you ladies doing?” he asked.
“Playing I Never,” Claire giggled.
“And I still say the last one doesn’t count since you know damn well it happened and with who,” Sarah grumbled even as she set the glass down.
“What was the last one?” Jensen inquired as he swiped the full glass in front of Claire.
“’I never did body shots with an almost perfect stranger that led to sex’,” Sarah quoted and he choked on the shot he’d started to throw back. Handing him a beer, she said, “What?”
“Geez. And Claire knows it happened why?” Shaking his head, he decided, “Never mind.” He’d been trying to get Sarah to agree to a date, a drink, dinner, anything since he’d started coming into the bar. Smirking at her now, he motioned for her to pour three shots. “I never…” he started and the girls picked up their glasses, “left a lover’s bed before the other person was completely sated. So wrung out she couldn’t even move.”
Sarah played with the shot glass as she leaned closer to him, the bar preventing her from actually touching more than his arm. “And how would you do that?”
Jensen threw back the shot, knowing the burn would roughen his voice. “First I’d undress ya slowly, running my fingers and tongue over every inch of skin I reveal, learning what makes you gasp and moan. Then I’d slide my fingers inside ya, and get you right to the edge. Then I'd pull you on top of me and you'd ride me until you're screaming my name. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, I'll roll ya over and drive myself into you until we both go over the edge."
Claire threw back her own shot, before weaving slightly and almost tumbling off her stool. “Steve? We’re leaving. Now!” she called. Not even giving him a chance to respond, she made her way over to the table and grabbed his arm, hustling him away.
Sarah found herself mesmerized by Jensen’s green eyes, even Claire’s departure hadn’t made him look away. Without moving, she yelled, “Royal?”
“Yeah, Sarah?” her friend called back.
“Lock up. I have something I need to do.” Grabbing Jensen’s hand, she told him, “Let’s see if your body can back up your mouth, Texas.”
He crowded up behind her, pressing against her as she led the way out the back of the bar. “It can more than back it up, sugar,” he drawled in her ear.
“Less talk, more moving,” she demanded, shoving him through the door.
Characters: Jensen/Sarah
Fandom: RPF AU
Summary: Apparently he just needed to make the right play.
Rating: R
Warnings: Nothing really, real people involved
Spoilers: None but being familiar with our series might help
Disclaimer: Nope I didn't win them in the lottery so just the story idea belongs to me.
Author's Note: Third story in my challenge series. I used some of the characters from the RPF series I write with
ctrokj for this one. So if you are familiar with them you might enjoy this more...but it's not necessary to know them. Jensen is Jensen Ackles. We may or may not be adding him to the series at some point. At this point, just assume he knows the band. He's an actor, but not a very well known one. If you want to read more of that series... Master PostWord Count: 773
Jensen grinned at the good-natured teasing going on around him. It was hard to believe that just a few short months ago; he hadn’t known any of these guys. The band had easily welcomed him into their inner circle, even though he wasn’t a professional singer and whenever he was in town, he’d stop by to enjoy the music, booze, and company. He looked across the room to the bar where the owner and bartender was rapidly serving the customers still in evidence. And the view didn’t hurt either.
Chris knocked his bottle against Jensen’s, calling his attention back to the group as Royal dropped into the other man’s lap. “So we’re gonna head outta town in a couple of days,” he explained. “But we’ll be around tomorrow and the next day. Might be interested in sittin’ in with us?”
“I don’t sing in public, boy,” he drawled in response. “But thanks for the invite.”
Royal giggled at Chris’s expression at being called ‘boy’ by someone younger and prettier than him. He sputtered for a minute, trying to come up with a response as the rest of the band laughed at his loss of words. Steve raised his beer in a salute to the young actor who had gotten the better of his best friend. “Nice one, Jens,” he toasted him. “You’re still welcome. Even if you don’t want to sit in with us.”
Jensen nodded in response, his eyes drawn towards the bar again as raucous laughter spilled forth. “I probably will stop by, but I’ve got an early call on Monday so I don’t think I’ll stay long.” Draining the last of his beer, he got to his feet. “And I’ve still got lines to learn. See y’all later.” He often found himself slipping more easily into the Texas drawl he’d all but abolished when he was around Chris, but he didn’t mind it. Picking up his empty bottle, he made his way over to the bar where Sarah and Steve’s girlfriend, Claire had a row of shot glasses lined up. “What are you ladies doing?” he asked.
“Playing I Never,” Claire giggled.
“And I still say the last one doesn’t count since you know damn well it happened and with who,” Sarah grumbled even as she set the glass down.
“What was the last one?” Jensen inquired as he swiped the full glass in front of Claire.
“’I never did body shots with an almost perfect stranger that led to sex’,” Sarah quoted and he choked on the shot he’d started to throw back. Handing him a beer, she said, “What?”
“Geez. And Claire knows it happened why?” Shaking his head, he decided, “Never mind.” He’d been trying to get Sarah to agree to a date, a drink, dinner, anything since he’d started coming into the bar. Smirking at her now, he motioned for her to pour three shots. “I never…” he started and the girls picked up their glasses, “left a lover’s bed before the other person was completely sated. So wrung out she couldn’t even move.”
Sarah played with the shot glass as she leaned closer to him, the bar preventing her from actually touching more than his arm. “And how would you do that?”
Jensen threw back the shot, knowing the burn would roughen his voice. “First I’d undress ya slowly, running my fingers and tongue over every inch of skin I reveal, learning what makes you gasp and moan. Then I’d slide my fingers inside ya, and get you right to the edge. Then I'd pull you on top of me and you'd ride me until you're screaming my name. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, I'll roll ya over and drive myself into you until we both go over the edge."
Claire threw back her own shot, before weaving slightly and almost tumbling off her stool. “Steve? We’re leaving. Now!” she called. Not even giving him a chance to respond, she made her way over to the table and grabbed his arm, hustling him away.
Sarah found herself mesmerized by Jensen’s green eyes, even Claire’s departure hadn’t made him look away. Without moving, she yelled, “Royal?”
“Yeah, Sarah?” her friend called back.
“Lock up. I have something I need to do.” Grabbing Jensen’s hand, she told him, “Let’s see if your body can back up your mouth, Texas.”
He crowded up behind her, pressing against her as she led the way out the back of the bar. “It can more than back it up, sugar,” he drawled in her ear.
“Less talk, more moving,” she demanded, shoving him through the door.
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11/4/10 21:48 (UTC)And lol, Claire deciding she just spontaneously needs to leave with Steve.
I very much like this Jensen. Oh yes.
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11/4/10 23:29 (UTC)Well...what I might not have made clear in this one...Jensen makes his pitch out loud...so Claire? Heard the whole thing...that would be why she needs to leave with Steve. She's rather... *coughs* turned on? Steve is gonna be a very, very happy boy.
LOL yeah I kinda like this Jensen too...now I gotta make the OTHER Jensen different...cause I also have to do Jensen/Danni.