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While Jensen recited his lines in a back and forth with the hovering Collins, he had the urge to roll his eyes at this latest pearl of creativity the writers had come up with. 'Smiting sickness' of all things!
When Misha gave him the finger, not literally of course, but to offer to take his temperature, Jensen's reaction was more real than in character.
They'd had to repeat the fucking scene ten times because of the other man's attempts to be funny. In one take, he'd even managed to stick his finger in Jensen's mouth, and Jensen had manfully squashed down the urge to clamp his teeth over it and bite the damn thing off.
Jensen mentally substituted Jared for the leering actor in front of him.
If it had been Jared slipping his finger into Jensen's mouth, the reaction would have been very different. He'd have accepted his lover's long digit, cupping his tongue around it and sucking blissfully.
Well, maybe not, he amended. At least not in front of the cameras, but now that the image had impressed itself on his mind, he'd later reserve the right to lick each and every one of Jared's fingers and include his long slim toes in the deal too.
As soon as the director shouted cut, Jensen drew away from Collins before the other man had time to latch on to him. The older actor was always looking for ways to make himself out as being Jensen's best pal.
Jensen had nipped that in the bud years ago, but it seemed Misha still hadn't got the message and now Jensen just ignored him. Until he was forced to work with the man, there was no point in making matters worse by bitching at him when there were people around.
That had been the last take of the morning and Jensen hurried off to his trailer.
He'd left Jared back in their apartment snuggled up in bed, while he'd gotten ready for work. The younger man had the morning off, his scenes scheduled for the afternoon, but he'd mumbled sleepily that he'd come in early to have lunch with Jensen on set.
Even after all this time, Jensen still felt his heart flutter at the thought of his beautiful lover.
They'd shared everything these past years, the good and the bad, their bodies and their souls, yet he still got hard like a horny teen every time Jared was near, and even when he wasn't, Jensen added ruefully, recalling the times when work or bearding duties had kept them apart.
He yanked open the front door to be greeted by Jared's luminous smile. “Hey, Jen. The scene go okay?”
Jared was never quite sure how Jensen would walk through the door after a take, his attitude could range from ecstatic because of a triumphant recitation, to anger or frustration for one that had used up innumerable takes and still hadn't satisfied the older man's creative benchmark.
“Put your finger in my mouth,” Jensen replied flatly, leaving Jared to gawk at him.
“What..!”
He took a step forward, closing the door behind him with a backward kick of his foot and catching hold of Jared's hand.
“Put your finger in my mouth! “ he repeated, his cock encouraging the words with an approving twitch.
"Uh, okay, “ Jared replied, wondering just what the hell had been going on to find himself greeted by a Jensen who wanted to eat his finger instead of the food he'd foraged from the mobile restaurant on set.
But when Jensen's tongue curled around it, encasing his index finger in the soft enclosure of his lover's mouth, Jared stopped debating the whys or the wherefores of Jensen's behavior, his eyes fixed on the green ones staring back at him, hungry yes, but not for food.
Jared swallowed down the lump that formed in his throat.
How was it possible that the intensity of their relationship hadn't worn off yet. If anything, the love between them grew exponentially stronger with the passing of time.
Sometimes Jared wondered if a portion of character bleed had seeped through from Sam and Dean into their real lives, only with the added bond of sex to cement it even stronger.
Jared didn't have answers, and as Jensen sucked lasciviously on his finger the questions fell away, and only he and Jensen existed, eyes locked together.
Jensen gently took the finger from his mouth and replaced it with Jared's lips, pulling his head down and drinking in the essence of his lover.
His hands dropped to Jared's waist, drawing their hips impossibly close until their cocks rubbed pleasurably against each other through the cotton of their jeans.
Later when both were sprawled on the couch still fully clothed except for their exposed cocks, basking in the euphoric afterglow of a reciprocal hand-job, Jared couldn't hold back his curiosity.
“Dude, Not that I'm complaining. But what the hell was that about?”
Jensen grinned, now that his good humor had returned in full.
“I had a scene with Collins where he had to hold up a finger and offer to take my temperature, but the moron kept trying to stick it in my mouth. So I figured I did need a finger, but definitely not his!”
Jared couldn't help the toothy smile that curved his lips.
“ Enough, man!” he balked, raising a hand. “We still gotta eat, and Misha sticking a finger or anything else in you kinda makes me wanna puke, and if I really have to, I'd rather do it on a full stomach.
Jensen rolled his eyes. “Sometimes I think you love food more than me!”
Jared got up, grabbed one of the covered dishes and brought it over to the couch. He opened it, dipped his finger in the potato mash it contained and brought it to Jensen's lips.
“Suck on that, “ Jared teased. “I think I'm gonna have to add finger-feeding you to my kink list.”
Jensen's lips opened to receive a dollop of food, licking at it until Jared's finger was bare.
“If you don't I will,” Jensen grinned back.
Jared huffed and prepared another fingerful.
TBC