broadwriting | FIC: "User Friendly" 1/1 (Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles) NC-17

Title: "User Friendly" 1/1
Author: Brenda (

azewewish)
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When you've got a big dick and charm to spare, you can get away with almost anything.
Disclaimer: Jared may have a huge cock, but I doubt this is how he uses it.
Notes: Written for the

2lineschallenge - my lyrics were - they tremble with the nervous thought
of having been, at last, forgot, and ~~an outrageously late entry~~ for the

batoutofkansas challenge - You got to do what you can/And let mother nature do the rest.
Thanks to

cupiscent for steering me on the right path, as always.

The thing was – the most fucked up thing was, in the entire fucked up mess, which made it pretty goddamn fucked up, right – but the most fucked up part was, Chad had tried, honestly tried, to warn him. Some party the network brass had thrown right after the show'd gotten picked up, and there'd been a lot of people around, a lot of talking. And a lot of drinking. But not so much that Jensen hadn't remembered everything.

"He's my best fucking friend in the entire world," Chad had said, and his eyes were bright, glassy with alcohol, but he couldn't have been more serious. "Best fucking friend, man, and I'd do anything for him. Most affectionate, enthusiastic person ever. But you have no idea what he's like. You do not want to go down this path."

"I just said I thought he was –"

"I know what you said. And that's how it always starts." Chad had slammed his mug on the sticky coffee table, and beer had sloshed all over his hand. He hadn't flinched. "Trust me, man. Jared just doesn't get the word no. In any capacity. No to him is just part of the game."

One thing Jensen always hated was someone telling him what he could or couldn't do, no matter how well-intentioned. It was like a red flag or something, just daring him. "I wasn't looking for permission, alright."

Something that might've been resignation had flicked across Chad's face, but it'd gone too fast for Jensen to really register it. Then Chad had shrugged, and held up his beer. "Your funeral, man." He dropped his other hand over Jensen's, curled around it in a friendly gesture. "But I'll be here if you need it."

"Telling lies about me already?"

Both had looked up to see Jared looming over them, haloed by the light, wide, ready smile in place. Something in it had caught Jensen's breath.

"Don't need to," Chad had smirked, but it'd lacked its usual bite. He'd slid over when Jared flopped between them. And when Jared had leaned in, lips tantalizingly close to Jensen's ear, Jensen had pretended not to notice the resigned shake of Chad's head.

"Come to mine after?" Jared had asked, and Jensen'd nodded, at both the invitation and the heavy, possessive weight of Jared's hand on his thigh.

"Yeah, alright."

Fuck Chad and his warnings.

And Jared had made good on the promise in that smile. He hadn’t even waited until they'd fully gotten in the foyer of his hotel suite before he'd dropped to his knees and pinned Jensen against the wall, unzipping Jensen's jeans with practiced ease and taking the already hard length of Jensen's cock deep down his throat in one long swallow.

Jensen hadn't even have time to protest – not that he would have. He'd just cupped the back of Jared's head, fingers carding through silky hair as Jared had sucked him off like a practiced, enthusiastic whore. It had been fast, sloppy, furious, with perfect suction and moans that had vibrated all along his cock, and the second Jensen had started to shudder, Jared had pulled off him. Jensen had come all over Jared's face and chin, thick strands rolling down Jared's cheeks, mouth, and throat.

It hadn't been until Jared had opened his eyes and smiled, lips shiny with spit and come, that Jensen had the first hint he was screwed. Then Jared had led him back to the bedroom and laid him out, spread him open, and fucked him until he hadn't been able to move.

And by then, it was too late.

He knew who the voicemail was from before he pushed the playback button on his phone. "Back out now, man," was all it said, and Jensen erased Chad's concerned voice without bothering to call back. He knew what he was getting himself into.

The thing was, they'd never said exclusive, right. Not that they ever said much of anything when they were together off-set if Jensen was honest with himself, but, yeah, they certainly never put parameters on whatever it was they had going on. There wasn't much to say.

They had no claim on each other. Jared had Sandy, Jensen was sort of seeing a girl, and who they fucked when they weren't fucking each other was none of the other's business, right, don't ask, don't tell. No promises, just a good time when they both felt like it. When they both felt like it.

Something Chad didn't seem to get. No strings, no promises.

It was just sex.

But it didn't mean that walking into their trailer and seeing Jared banging the fuck out of Abbey, their head makeup girl, still wasn't a shock.

All Jensen could see was the pale stripe of Jared's ass between his pulled up shirt and shoved down jeans as it flexed and moved, as Jared jack-hammered Abbey into the table, her legs wrapped around his hips, her eyes closed, biting her lower lip as Jared shuddered, then jerked and stilled.

Jensen couldn't move, didn't move, not even when Jared dropped and buried his face in Abbey's pussy, licking his own come out of her as her hitched moans echoed off the walls.

Didn't move, not even after Jared slid back up her body and pinned Jensen with a lazy, slow smile, licking sticky-wet lips. Jensen could practically taste them against his own. "Hey, J," Jared drawled, like he'd been expecting Jensen or something. "I'm getting ready to fuck her ass. You wanna fuck her pussy, feel my cock alongside yours?"

Jensen waited a beat for a protest that never came, then flipped the lock on the door.

"I like you, man, but you're being fucking retarded about this," Chad stated, and Jensen sighed, then nodded, even though he knew Chad couldn't see him. He didn't know why he picked up the phone when Chad called. It's not like Chad was ever gonna get it.

The invitation – "Come by tonight" – echoed in Jensen's ears as he let himself in Jared's suite, then halted.

Jared, on his sofa, sprawled out, head thrown back, big hands clamping onto a pair of narrow shoulders as some skinny-looking guy Jensen'd never even seen before was on his knees and busy sucking Jared off. And doing a bang up job of it, judging from the way Jared's hips kept jerking up and the guttural moans of encouragement.

It took Jensen a second to find his voice.

"Am I interrupting?"

The guy on his knees didn’t even flinch. Just kept sucking Jared off, thick cock disappearing between his lips, down his throat, milking it for all he was worth.

Jared lolled his head back, smile slack with pleasure. "Nah, man, you're all good," he drawled. "Soon's Mitch...fuck yeah, man, that's it...s'done, want you t'fuck me."

Afterwards, Jensen never could remember exactly how it happened. One minute, he was telling himself to walk the fuck out the door, and the next, he had Jared's long body bent over the back of the sofa and was pounding into him while – Michael, Mickey, whatever his name was – was in the kitchen fixing himself a snack.

Jensen had no clue how the hell he got here, but when Jared bucked against Jensen and growled at him to go faster, to make him fucking feel it, Jensen leaned in, bit at Jared's neck, and slammed forward, savoring the strangled moan that spilled from Jared's lips. He realized, too late for it to matter, that he really didn't give a flying fuck about anything other than this.

"You ready to listen now?"

"It's just sex," Jensen replied, and ignored Chad's snort of disbelief.

"You wouldn't know just sex if it tied you down and spanked you."

"Thanks for that."

"Don't thank me," Chad replied quietly. "Just get the fuck out."

Jensen didn't reply.

"What's your favorite jerk-off fantasy?"

Jensen barely managed to keep from spilling his drink. His disbelieving gaze flickered from Sandy, snuggled against Jared on the sofa, to Jared himself, relaxing against the cushions. Jensen could see Jared's hand slowly circling up Sandy's bare thigh to creep under the denim of her mini-skirt. "No secrets, man, c'mon," Jared continued, voice dropping the way it did when Jared was really turned on. "Bet you've got a ton of 'em, man, bet a nice boy like you's got enough to last all night. Tell me one while my girl rides my cock." He dropped a kiss to Sandy's upturned lips, swallowed her soft, appreciative moan. "Baby, you wanna hear Jensen talk dirty to us while we're fucking?"

"Sounds like fun," Sandy smiled, not her usual open, friendly smile, but something darker, something that Jensen only associated with Jared. And heat, mixed with shame, pooled low in Jensen's gut at the sight.

"This is really fucked, you both know that, right?" The token protest sounded weak, even to his own ears.

Soft, glossy lips brushed across his chin. "It'll be fun," Sandy murmured to him, managing to make the so-called assurance something debauched. Then she turned. Delicate hands made short work of unzipping Jared's jeans and Sandy pulled the long, thick length of his cock out, made a show of licking her lips. Jared didn’t even take her panties off, just shoved them aside as she straddled his lap and he thrust up into her.

"C'mon, Jen." Jared's voice was a slow, thick slur. "Talk to me."

Jensen tried to keep his eyes on Jared's, and not on Jared's hands pushing Sandy's skirt up to her waist, baring a firm, shapely ass. Tried not to watch Jared's cock sliding wetly in and out of Sandy's cunt, the black spill of her hair over her shoulders as she leaned back, rode him with expert movements.

"C'mon, Jen. Use that beautiful, filthy mouth of yours."

"C'mon, Jen," Sandy parroted, dark eyes sinful, breath hitching. She nuzzled Jared's jaw. "Wanna fuck him with the strap-on later while he sucks you off."

"Of course, baby," Jared breathlessly replied, before Jensen could. "What's mine is yours." He winked at Jensen like it was a joke.

They both knew it wasn't.

"And?"

"And what do you think?" Jensen snapped, and stared at his phone in disbelief. No way Chad was that naïve.

"I think she fucked you blind and you let it happen," Chad said, then sighed. "You know what, man, you're better than this."

"Am I?" Jensen asked, not sure if he meant it He wasn't sure of much these days except for the ache that never quite went away.

"And then, the guy was all, dude, if that's how you want to play it, then let's have at it right now..."

Jensen tuned out Mike's voice – he'd heard the story before – and scanned the bar for Jared. No sign.

He knew what that meant.

"Taking a leak," he said, making his excuse, and left the table, winding his way towards the back of the bar.

He found Jared in the last stall, two fingers up some pretty blonde's pussy as she used the wall as leverage to move. Her head banged dully with each push of Jared's fingers as Jared mouthed her jawline, murmured nonsensical words against her skin. Jensen leaned against the partially opened door and watched, as he was sure he was meant to.

Jared brought the girl down slowly after she came, kissed slack, swollen lips. He didn't seem surprised to see Jensen standing there. He never seemed surprised to see Jensen standing there. "Want a taste?" he asked, and held his still-wet fingers to Jensen's lips.

Later, Jensen drove them home while keeping an eye in the rearview mirror as Jared sucked off a half-drunk Mike in the back seat. He wasn't sure which one of them he was more jealous of – Jared, choking on a mouthful of cock and slurping to his heart's content, or Mike, head thrown back, hands buried in shaggy hair and moaning to Jared how fucking hot his mouth was and how he couldn't wait to fuck his ass while Jensen watched.

Just watch, my ass, Jensen thought, and the savageness of it ate in his gut like acid.

"Getting to be just as bad, you know," Chad commented, and Jensen hung up on him, unable to bear the pity and disappointment in his voice.

It'd been awhile since Jared and Jensen'd had a full night off, since they'd worked only eight hours instead of fourteen, and Jared wanted to celebrate. Jensen couldn't complain, not when Jared's idea of one included both of them naked on Jared's oversized bed.

The sheets were all sweaty and matted, stuck to Jensen's skin as Jared moved in slow circles inside him, just enough friction to make Jensen beg, but not enough to make him come. They'd been at it for hours, never more than a few minutes rest between rounds, and Jensen was sure he was going to die by the end of the night from sensory overload, and that would be fine. As long as Jared never stopped.

When the door to the bedroom opened and Jeff strolled in like he owned the place, Jensen couldn't even say he was shocked. Or that somehow the idea of it – of whatever Jared had planned with Jeff – wasn't making him even harder.

By now, anything Jared wanted was enough to get him off.

"Perfect timing," Jared called brightly in greeting, like he wasn't naked, covered in sweat, and buried balls deep inside Jensen.

"Was hoping you'd say that," Jeff replied, and yanked his shirt over his head, revealing a furred, muscular chest. He strolled towards the bed, smile low, wicked, and Jensen watched, helpless, breathless, trapped, as Jeff popped the buttons of his jeans, drew out his cock, and kneeled on the bed.

"You ready?" Jeff asked Jensen, not really a question, then brushing the head against Jensen's lips and pushing forward without waiting for an answer.

Jensen sputtered, choked, then something inside him seemed to break. Reflex kicked in and he tightened his lips around Jeff, head bobbing as he started to move. Jeff pumped his hips and Jensen moaned, sucked Jeff's cock deep down his throat like he was starving, like he was a junkie and Jeff's cock was a fix. Sucking Jeff off with Jared watching and approving was a fix.

"That's it," he heard Jared murmur. Then Jared started moving faster, countering each one of Jeff's thrusts with his own. And Jensen whimpered at the possession in Jared's voice. Whimpered and moaned and bucked between them, trying to get more, because this was all there was. This was the entire extent of Jensen's world – Jared's cock, thick inside his ass, Jeff's cock bruising his throat.

"Get him all slicked up so we can both fuck you." Jared leaned forward, chest pressed tight to Jensen's back, breath puffing in his ear. "Wanna feel Jeff's cock alongside mine inside this tight ass. And I bet you want that, too, don't you?"

Chad was silent so long that Jensen thought he'd hung up. "Then what?" he finally asked, in the quietest voice Jensen had ever heard.

"Chad..."

"Tell me."

Jensen cleared his throat, took a deep breath. Then another. Curled his fingers into fists, nails digging into flesh, and tried to stop shaking long enough to get everything out. "Then Jared arranged us so I was lying on top of him and Jeff knelt between our legs and...uh, you know, pushed in alongside Jared...it really fucking hurt at first, but then...I dunno, it got better or I started to adjust or something..."

"And?" So soft Jensen could barely hear it.

"And..." Jensen swallowed, and licked too-dry lips. "And, um, afterwards, I sucked Jared off while, uh, while Jeff...fucked him."

"And?"

"And..." Jensen's voice finally broke. "Please, man, don't make me beg."

"I'll be on the next flight out."

When the knock finally came, after too many hours, too much time reliving every moment, high-definition bright, behind his eyelids, it took some time for Jensen to stand on wobbly legs and cross the room. He didn't bother to turn on any lights to guide his way. Just opened the door, and stood there, arms crossed over his chest, and tried to meet Chad's compassionate, too-knowing gaze.

Chad dropped his bag, didn't say a word, just pried Jensen's arms apart and framed Jensen's face with his hands. The first touch of Chad's lips on his was soft, slow, and Jensen moved with it, melted into it, let out a small noise that might have been a sob, might have been a sigh. Might've been both.

"It's alright," Chad murmured, thumbs brushing Jensen's cheeks. The fragility in the gesture shattered him.

It really, really wasn't alright, not at all, but Jensen appreciated the lie. And that Chad had thought to tell it.

He led Chad into his apartment, led him down the hall, and into the guestroom, the guest bed with its clean-smelling sheets. And spent the rest of the night shivering in the protective circle of Chad's arms, listening to the soothing sound of Chad's voice still lying to him.

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