Accents

[blualbino]

So, I kind of made charlie write me Jensen/Tom Welling (THEY'RE BOTH HOT, OKAY?) and then she was sad, so I wrote her (unexpectedly schmoopy) J2 porn.

Accents
NC-17 | J2 | ~600 words
Jensen's so wasted that Jared just knows they're going to have the 'stop giving me alcohol entirely' hangover conversation in the morning.

Jared has no idea how Jensen ended up drunk. Honest (no, he is not crossing his fingers behind his back). But as long as Jensen is, Jared might as well enjoy it, right? Right.

Not like that.

Okay, maybe like that.

"Have I ever told you how cool y'are?" Jensen says, his accent twanging like a freaking Texan banjo. " 'Cause you're awesome, Jare. Love you, Gigantor."

Jensen's so wasted that Jared just knows they're going to have the 'stop giving me alcohol entirely' hangover conversation in the morning.

"Love you too, Shortstack," Jared replies, settling down next to Jensen on the couch. Jensen rests his head on Jared's manly shoulder, because he's a touchy drunk. That's one of Jared's favorite things about Drunk Jensen.

The other is the accent.

"What're we watchin'?" Jensen drawls, his voice drifting over Jared like smoke. He wants to say he likes it because it reminds him of home -- which it does, a lot -- but really it's just sexy. Fucking drop to the floor and assume the position sexy. And Jensen seems to think it's unsophisticated to make his boyfriend horny, so the only time Jared really gets to hear his accent is when he's drunk.

"I dunno," Jared says, staring at the screen. He had an idea, before Jensen opened his mouth, but not so much now. Jensen stares at the TV, his mouth going wide with confusion. He takes the remote off the coffee table and switches off the TV.

"You should blow me," Jensen says.

"Okay," Jared laughs, startled. Jensen smiles, sloppy and drunk and eye-crinkly. Jared puts his hands on Jensen's shoulders, lightly pushing him back. Jen's already half hard, his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans as Jared tugs it down.

"Mmm, thanks Jare," Jensen sighs, the sound of his voice making the pit of Jared's stomach feel hot and tight. Jensen's cock is right in front of him, hard and hot and Jared seals his lips around the head like it's a fucking lollipop. "Oh fuck Jare, fuck," Jensen twangs. Jared hums in approval, swirling his tongue along the underside of Jensen's cock, hoping to drag more southern words from him.

He's not disappointed.

"Christ Jared so close, so good at this Jare, God," Jensen says, arching into Jared's mouth, every word all the more filthy for that fucking accent. Jared slips a finger into his mouth, pressed up against his cheek and strokes it along the side of Jensen, melting all of his words into little half-coherent sounds. He pulls his finger out with a wet pop and slides it into Jensen's ass, forcing a string of profanity out of his pretty mouth.

Jared curls his finger inwards and smiles, making Jensen buck up into his mouth.

"Jarejarejare," Jensen slurs, Jared's name smearing into a long string of accented syllables. Jensen's ass pushes back into Jared's finger and he adds another, fucking them in and out of Jensen, twisting and curling them. A quick press to the bump of Jensen's prostate and he's gone, coming into Jared's mouth with a whimper. Jared pulls off him and waits out his aftershocks, his fingers still inside Jensen.

"You're good at that," Jensen sighs.

"Thanks," Jared chuckles.

"M'tired," Jensen says, pulling at Jared's collar. Jared pulls his fingers out and leans over Jensen, grinning and sighing like it's a chore. "Shuddup."

"Is that any way to talk to someone who just blew your mind?"

"Yes," Jensen answers, shutting his eyes. Jared throws an arm over him and tries to lay next to Jensen without squishing him, which doesn't work out very well but Jensen doesn't seem to mind being squished.

"G'night, Gigantor," he says into Jared's neck.

"Night, Shortstack."