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gilascaveTitle: If Wishes Were Horsepower
Author: James
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG15
Disclaimer: not mine, not profit made
Spoilers: er, none?
Word Count: ~700
Summary: Jensen likes cars, about as much as Jared does.
Notes: for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
keepaofthecheez who was traumatised, poor thing, by a lack of J2 porn. Um. Which this lacks, pornwise, but at least it's the right pairing?
Sometimes Jensen wishes the cars were standards. He knows it makes sense for them not to be; and it's a helluva lot easier at times to act and drive at the same time if he doesn't have both hands busy.
Not that they don't usually act in front of the green screen when they're in a car. But still, there are times, and he has to admit it's easier to act when he's driving an automatic.
But he still wishes that the Impalas were standards. Leaning back, shifting gears, making the motor growl -- whenever he says the slightest word about it, Jared will start going mile a minute about carburetors and crank shafts and things that, honestly, Jensen doesn't so much know or care about. He likes the rumble of the motor, the way the frame of the car shakes, and the sound the engine makes when he accelerates.
Mostly he loves the way Jared leans his head back, when he can get away with it, and sinks into the seat as they drive. Usually the camera's always on them close enough that they'll get yelled at for keeping their heads up where they belong. But not always, and it's enough that Jensen feels like he should be doing more. Like he should be participating more in the driving -- doing something, shifting gears and making the engine growl all the harder...and see if Jared will dip his head back and give that little sigh.
It's the same one Jensen hears when they're in bed and Jared has just come -- once, twice, ten times, doesn't matter. Always afterwards, when Jared's going boneless and his eyes are closing, he gives this soft little sigh like even the air inside him is relaxing.
Hearing it in the car always makes Jensen hard and think about pulling over for a quick blowjob. He's pretty sure the crew would just love that, better at least than the pranks which usually delay the shooting. He knows the network wouldn't, not once the inevitable pictures found their way around the world.
But it's difficult to tell his cock that, when Jared leans his head back and sighs, so instead Jensen thinks about how nice it would be if he were the one making Jared make that sound. Even if it's the car, if Jensen could make the car make Jared.... Sometimes at this point Jensen loses his train of thought, then he's just glancing over at Jared and getting lost in that trail of skin, long line of neck from shirt collar to jaw. Jensen has that taste memorised, whether it's early morning or late night, shower-fresh or work-dirty. His favorite is just after the gym, when Jared has toweled off but not showered, and it's Jared and sweat and musk and skin on Jensen's tongue.
When Jensen's thoughts get that far afield, he has to yank himself back before they get into sight of the cameras, or the press really will have a field day. They think the photos of him laughing are popular.
He's toyed with the idea of buying a car that's a standard, but he isn't sure how to explain it to Jared. He knows Jared will ask -- Jensen's had his current car for long enough and spent enough time telling Jared how much he loves his fucking car, that ditching it for an old classic will raise suspicions.
Then again, saying 'so I can fuck you in it' might be all the answer Jared would need.
Jensen tightens his hands on the steering wheel of the Impala, waits for their cue. No driving for this scene, just a few lines then climbing out and Jensen has to think about football and grannies and swampland so that he doesn't get told -- again -- that they need to re-shoot and would someone please get Jensen a bag of ice.
He glances over and catches Jared's eyes; Jared grins and starts to tilt his head back, lips parting slightly, teasing. Jensen narrows his eyes and is about to tell him he'd better not or there will be hell to pay -- but instead Jensen smiles back, reaches over and traces his fingertip down the length of Jared's jugular. He feels Jared shiver, then Jensen grins, and laughs, because when they yell 'cut' it isn't going to be him that needs the ice.
He turns his attention back to the cameras, and thinks maybe having one hand free while he's driving isn't all bad, not really.
the end
Author: James
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG15
Disclaimer: not mine, not profit made
Spoilers: er, none?
Word Count: ~700
Summary: Jensen likes cars, about as much as Jared does.
Notes: for
keepaofthecheez who was traumatised, poor thing, by a lack of J2 porn. Um. Which this lacks, pornwise, but at least it's the right pairing?Sometimes Jensen wishes the cars were standards. He knows it makes sense for them not to be; and it's a helluva lot easier at times to act and drive at the same time if he doesn't have both hands busy.
Not that they don't usually act in front of the green screen when they're in a car. But still, there are times, and he has to admit it's easier to act when he's driving an automatic.
But he still wishes that the Impalas were standards. Leaning back, shifting gears, making the motor growl -- whenever he says the slightest word about it, Jared will start going mile a minute about carburetors and crank shafts and things that, honestly, Jensen doesn't so much know or care about. He likes the rumble of the motor, the way the frame of the car shakes, and the sound the engine makes when he accelerates.
Mostly he loves the way Jared leans his head back, when he can get away with it, and sinks into the seat as they drive. Usually the camera's always on them close enough that they'll get yelled at for keeping their heads up where they belong. But not always, and it's enough that Jensen feels like he should be doing more. Like he should be participating more in the driving -- doing something, shifting gears and making the engine growl all the harder...and see if Jared will dip his head back and give that little sigh.
It's the same one Jensen hears when they're in bed and Jared has just come -- once, twice, ten times, doesn't matter. Always afterwards, when Jared's going boneless and his eyes are closing, he gives this soft little sigh like even the air inside him is relaxing.
Hearing it in the car always makes Jensen hard and think about pulling over for a quick blowjob. He's pretty sure the crew would just love that, better at least than the pranks which usually delay the shooting. He knows the network wouldn't, not once the inevitable pictures found their way around the world.
But it's difficult to tell his cock that, when Jared leans his head back and sighs, so instead Jensen thinks about how nice it would be if he were the one making Jared make that sound. Even if it's the car, if Jensen could make the car make Jared.... Sometimes at this point Jensen loses his train of thought, then he's just glancing over at Jared and getting lost in that trail of skin, long line of neck from shirt collar to jaw. Jensen has that taste memorised, whether it's early morning or late night, shower-fresh or work-dirty. His favorite is just after the gym, when Jared has toweled off but not showered, and it's Jared and sweat and musk and skin on Jensen's tongue.
When Jensen's thoughts get that far afield, he has to yank himself back before they get into sight of the cameras, or the press really will have a field day. They think the photos of him laughing are popular.
He's toyed with the idea of buying a car that's a standard, but he isn't sure how to explain it to Jared. He knows Jared will ask -- Jensen's had his current car for long enough and spent enough time telling Jared how much he loves his fucking car, that ditching it for an old classic will raise suspicions.
Then again, saying 'so I can fuck you in it' might be all the answer Jared would need.
Jensen tightens his hands on the steering wheel of the Impala, waits for their cue. No driving for this scene, just a few lines then climbing out and Jensen has to think about football and grannies and swampland so that he doesn't get told -- again -- that they need to re-shoot and would someone please get Jensen a bag of ice.
He glances over and catches Jared's eyes; Jared grins and starts to tilt his head back, lips parting slightly, teasing. Jensen narrows his eyes and is about to tell him he'd better not or there will be hell to pay -- but instead Jensen smiles back, reaches over and traces his fingertip down the length of Jared's jugular. He feels Jared shiver, then Jensen grins, and laughs, because when they yell 'cut' it isn't going to be him that needs the ice.
He turns his attention back to the cameras, and thinks maybe having one hand free while he's driving isn't all bad, not really.
the end