It's movie night. There is a hiatus, and Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles finally have some time off and to themselves and how do they spend it? They rent action movies, and sports movies, and even scary movies, hang out, drink beer, eat take out, and shoot the shit. Just like a couple of good ol' boys from Texas.

It's during the third movie night that things change.

Jared's leaning back into Jensen's couch, a beer in his hand, and Jensen sprawled out beside him, close enough to feel the warmth of his skin, but not close enough to touch. Jared brings the bottle to his lips and glances over at the television, not really caring that the end credits of the movie are rolling. He sighs, takes a pull from his beer and puts the bottle down on the end table next to the couch.

He then looks up and smiles as a soft snore escapes Jensen and Jensen's head shifts and drops so that his chin is pressed against his chest. Jared leans forward and looks down at Jensen's feet again. He wonders if Jensen has caught him staring, because God knows he can hardly take his eyes off such amazingly perfect feet.

He slips down from the couch, sits Indian style on the floor and carefully lifts Jensen's left foot and sets it in his lap. He groans at the silky feel of Jensen's skin over the delicate bones of his foot. He moves his hands, glides his right hand up the inside of Jensen's left foot, his thumb dipping in firmly against Jensen's instep, and he hears a whimper escape Jensen from above him.

He spares Jensen a glance, just to make sure that he's still asleep, and then he slides his thumb along the rough pad of Jensen's feet, and he's glad to note that Jensen isn't particular ticklish on his feet, which is a good thing, all things currently considered.

He kneads the pad of Jensen's foot with his thumbs, rubbing along the instep and applying just the right amount of pressure, his fingers rubbing circles along the delicate skin dotted with fair hair and freckles over the top of Jensen's foot, and then he begins working the toes.

He begins with the big toe, rubbing it and bending it, his fingers slipping into the space between the toes, rubbing and squeezing. He winces when the middle toe pops and shifts his gaze warily to Jensen's face to see if he's still sleeping. Jensen gives a snort and a low moan, and shifts a little, but he's still dozing fairly well.

Jared grows hard against the heel of Jensen's foot, and let's his head roll back as his hands continue to work over Jensen's left foot. He brings a hand to the back of Jensen's heel, kneading the delicate muscle between the connecting bone and cartilage.

Jensen makes a strange sort of noise that is caught somewhere between a whine and a growl, and Jared swallows thickly as he looks up at Jensen's face, watching it contort, his breathing speeding up to match Jared's own erratic breaths.

Jared thrusts up a little, his erection gliding along the heel of Jensen's left foot, creating just enough friction to make him swallow and want so much more.

Jared's gaze drifts down to Jensen's foot being massaged in his big hands, and it is amazing how dainty Jensen's foot looks between his big paws. His pupils widen with his growing lust, and then he lifts Jensen's foot from his lap, carefully, slowly, so he doesn't wake Jensen.

He continues to massage Jensen's foot as his tongue flickers out, warm and wet against the instep of Jensen's left foot, gliding up and over the rough pad of the ball of his foot, and slipping into the space between the big toe and the second toe before curling around the big toe, and then he lowers his mouth over Jensen's big toe, his tongue gliding against the toe as he begins to suck it.

It is then that he feels Jensen's body jolt and go rigid, and notices that Jensen's breathing is ragged.

"Ja…Jared?" Jensen asks, his voice laced with confusion and shaded with lust.

Jared lifts his eyes, all the while continuing to curl his tongue around Jensen's big toe and suck it into his mouth as their eyes lock; Jared realizes he has two options here. Option A: He can pull back, let go of Jensen's amazing foot and it's salty sweet taste and silky texture and try to explain.

Or option B: He can continue to work Jensen's foot over until Smeckles goes into overdrive and comes in his pants like some twelve-year-old kid who's just discovered jerking off.

Option B sounds like a winner.

Jared pulls back a little, before he ducks his head against, running his tongue along the crease in Jensen's foot that leads once again to the instep, and then he sucks on the sensitive instep of the foot, all the while kneading the top and heel of Jensen's foot, his tongue flickering out every now and then until he's back to sucking on Jensen's toes, and Jensen is writhing under the treatment, his head thrown back, a groan being pulled achingly from his throat, and Jared lifts his eyes long enough to notice the tell-tale bulge in the crotch of Jensen's jeans. Jensen is very turned on.

Jared sucks on Jensen's toes, taking in the big toe and the second toe, as he brings his thumbs roughly up the padding of Jensen's heel and digs into Jensen's instep and he grins around the toes he is sucking on and circling with his tongue as Jensen bucks up, his head thrown back as a harsh cry escapes his throat and his back arches.

Jared chuckles against those toes as Jensen quiets and settles back down into the couch. Jensen shifts and fixes Jared with a narrow eyed glare, and then lifts his brow as Jared pulls back and digs the heel of his large hand into his bulging crotch.

Jensen leans forward, grimaces at the feel of the sticky wetness that is his boxers and jeans and grabs Jared's wrist. He shakes his head, and firmly says, "No. It's my turn now."

He then leans forward, pressing his sinful lips to Jared's unexpecting and devious mouth, tasting the salty sweetness of his own skin on Jared's tongue. He sucks that tongue into his mouth and pulls back as a soft moan and a whine escape Jared.

"That was a nice performance, Jay, but no one makes me come in my pants like some inexperienced little kid and gets away with it. No one."

Jared's eyes widen, and he absently ponders over the thought the devil has amazingly delicious and sinfully decadent feet as Jensen slips from the couch, his hand cradling Jared's face as he kisses him and guides Jared onto his back as his hands glide beneath Jared's shirt and up his chest.

Sometimes catching the devil by his toe has its perks.

End.

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