It was a dark, smoky atmosphere, hazy, warm, just this side of friendly with cold brew, whiskey, and tequila. All in all, not a bad place to hang around, catch a beer and shoot the shit. Better yet, the Smallville crew was partying at Rosenbaum's house, which was a relief, cause that damn Rosenbaum kid was fucking crazy on some phenomenal level.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan had a pretty good thing going for himself, being a regular on a hit show, hanging out with the star actors of the show, and he had to admit the boys were all right. Jared Padalecki had all the charm of a fresh faced kid in a candy store, and Jensen Ackles was working sarcastic wit and worldly sophistication, but he could still knock it back and slum it with the best of 'em. Just a couple of good ol' Texas boys.

He took a pull from his bottle of Budweiser, and nearly choked at the slap on his back. He swallowed and gave a sidelong glance to the man that slid around him and fell elegantly into the stool next to his at the bar.

"Whatcha moping for, Ackles? Missin' your other half?" Jeff asked, and lifted a brow when Jensen actually sighed.

"Something like that," Jensen replied before he slapped the bar and was given a beer.

Jeff watched as those full lips closed around the mouth of the bottle and Jensen tipped his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he downed about half of the bottle. Jeff quickly returned his attention to nursing his own beer when he noticed Jensen give him a sidelong glance. Then the kid was smirking at him as he pulled that damn bottle away from that mouth, and God. That mouth, no one should ever have been blessed with a mouth like that.

"What's with you and Jay, anyway?" Jeff asked, out of curiosity, because having worked so closely with the boys he'd picked up on something there, just beneath the surface, because they clicked, worked great together, hung out on set, and spent most of their free time together, unless Jared's girlfriend Sandy was in town, like now.

Jensen shrugged. "S'what ya call, chemistry, Jeff. It just works, and he's all Texas hospitality and laid back. Ain't much to get 'cept that we got a lot in common."

"That's all?" Jeff said, and took another sip of his beer.

Jensen cocked his head at the older man. "Why? Jealous? Think you might work up some better chemistry? Take a good look. And tell me, think you got something Jay don't?"

"Never said that. What you playing at Jen?" Jeff asked, wondering where in the hell this was going.

Jensen snorted and shrugged. "You were the one askin' all the questions, dude. Just loosen up. Fuck it, we're out, might as well have a good time. Jay ain't the only life of the party," Jensen said, and Jeff swallowed at the shadows that passed over Jensen's green eyes, and suddenly nervousness began to wheedle at him as Jensen's tongue ran across those goddamned lips. Lips made for sucking and fucking.

"Guess you're right," Jeff said, giving his head a little shake before he finished his beer and signaled the bartender for another.

A couple of beers later and Jeff was far from laid back. He was edgy and could've sworn Jensen was eyeing him up and down, and there was fire in those green eyes. Fire and damn, if Jeff's pulse didn't speed up with every swipe of Jensen's tongue across that damn mouth. There should have been laws against that mouth.

"You all right?" Jensen asked, leaning in, draping his arm across Jeff's shoulders, and Jeff jumped at the heat of the contact.

This was out of his league. Hell, he didn't even know where it was headed if anywhere, and why was he thinking it was headed somewhere? Fuck, this was Jensen. He played this guy's father on a television show. They hung out, could even be called buddies, but these thoughts. He'd never had thoughts like these about another man before, but that damn mouth worked wonders on the imagination, that damn mouth and those fiery green eyes.

"I'm fine. What's got ya askin'?" Jeff asked, nervously bringing his third bottle of beer up to his mouth.

"Just seem a little jumpy, Jeff," Jen replied, and then smiled at him, Christ, but he had some white teeth too. "What say we blow this place before we get too wasted to drive and hit the liquor stash at my house. Got a nice bottle Cuervo I ain't cracked yet."

Jeff hesitated, this was entering dangerous territory. Going to Jensen's house, cracking open a bottle of tequila, and him having all these strange things just stirring in him. It was asking for trouble, but damn if Jensen Ackles didn't have a look about him that got him everything he fucking wanted, and even Jeffrey Dean Morgan was powerless apparently.

He knew it was a mistake as he slipped into the passenger's seat of Jensen's pick-up. Felt it in his bones as Jensen fumbled with the keys to his front door fifteen minutes later, and then it was too late as he followed Jensen into his apartment and was slammed against the door so hard that the door and his teeth rattled. Jensen threw the locks on the door, and had his right arm braced to the left of Jeff's head, and his eyes were blazing, and Jeff was swallowing thickly as Jensen pressed his body closer until it was flush against him, and Jensen's interest was evident.

"Let's see what kind of chemistry we can work up, Jeff," Jensen said, his voice husky and whiskey laden, and Jeff felt a spark slip up his spine, and he took in a breath, his eyes locking with Jensen's.

"Where you goin' with this man?" he asked seriously.

"Wherever you want, and taking it as far as I can until there's no coming back," Jen answered, and then his mouth was against Jeff's, tongue swiping across Jeff's slightly parted lips and then slipping into his mouth, tasting beer, and something piney and sour-sweet like those damn gummy worms Jared was so fond off.

His tongue slid and curled around Jeff's urging the older man to respond, and when he felt Jeff begin to push him away he fought that much harder to get closer. When he pulled back from the kiss he struck quick, his teeth locking at the base of Jeff's throat, nipping sharply enough to make his point, before he pulled back, swiping the bite with his tongue as he whispered, "Not going anywhere till I fuck you through my mattress man, so forget it. Been waitin' a long time, weeks, watchin' you, wanting you. Hell, almost threw you up against my trailer wall when you came outta the bathroom without a shirt, man. You don't know what you been doing to me, making me crazy."

Jeff stiffened in between Jensen and the door, and then he began to struggle, anything to get away, because there was no way in hell that this was gonna happen. Jensen was holding his own however, and Jeff shivered when Jensen's lips brushed against his ear as he said, "Come on, Jeff. You want it. I know you do. Been staring at my mouth all night, probably wondering right now how it looks wrapped around your cock. Tell me I'm wrong, but you keep this up and I might start to think you like it rough, cause I can take it easy on you or fuck you raw. Better make up your mind, or I might do it for you," and then Jeff groaned as Jensen's pearly white teeth nipped his ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth.

"Christ," Jeff bit out.

"Don't think he's got much to do with this," Jensen growled and then Jeff jerked back against the door again and Jensen's left hand slid down between them to palm at Jeff's hardening cock through his jeans.

Jeff bucked up a little in Jensen's hand before he could stop himself. What in the hell was Jensen doing to him? He'd never even considered another man before and then here comes Jensen with that sway in his bowlegged walk and those damn lips, and he was like a teenager copping a boner during sex ed cause the teacher was bending forward and had one hell of a wrack on her.

Jeff came back to the present at the sound of his zipper being lowered and when he looked down he nearly choked. Jensen was kneeling before him, those green eyes locked on his face, and he was level with the hard on that Jeff was sporting and then Jeff's jeans were down by his ankles and Jensen was tugging at Jeff's boxer briefs with his teeth.

He let out a shaky breath, his fingers slipping into Jensen's short, cropped hair. He tugged firm and Jensen blinked, his dark, lust blown eyes focusing for a moment, and then a smirk played with the edges of that damn mouth of his, as he arched a brow knowingly.

"So, you never done this before?" Jensen asked, his tone cocky.

Jeff snorted. "I've had my cock sucked plenty of times!" he snapped, and then heat flooded up his neck and across his cheeks and Jensen actually laughed.

"Just not by a man, right?" Jensen asked, his tone sweet, sinful, and just this side of playful. "It's all right. I'll ease you into it, but it's not gonna stay nice and easy, cause I'm gonna get rough."

Before Jeff could utter a word his boxer briefs joined his jeans around his ankles, Jensen's firm hand was wrapped around the base of his cock, and Jensen's tongue was flickering against and teasing the head of his cock. Jeff let his head fall back against the door, and a groan escaped his mouth and his hips jolted forward at the sensation of Jensen humming, as his tongue slithered down his shaft, as those lips sank further down his cock.

Jeff's hazel eyes flew open as he felt that mouth draw back and then teeth sank deep into his inner thigh and his head snapped forward, and he snapped, "What the fuck?"

"You're gonna watch, Jeffrey," Jensen said, his tone broaching no argument and Jeff's eyes widened and he watched as Jensen's mouth wrapped around his cock again.

Jensen was right too. There was no way Jeff could bring himself to close his eyes again. No, the image of Jensen crouched before him, with his cock in between those fuckable lips was forever seared in his brain as that slick, sweat and cum covered mouth bobbed along his cock, that tongue, teasing along the throbbing vein running beneath the shaft, and Jeff fought against the urge to let his head fall back as he felt the curling tingle at the base of his spine and his balls drew up.

"Gonna…" he said, and Jensen grinned and Jeff nearly choked as Jensen practically swallowed him and then he was coming hard down Jensen's throat. Holy Christ, and his knees threatened to spill him, but Jensen's hands locked firmly against his hips and braced him against the door.

His pulse was ringing in his ears, and he was overwhelmed as he watched Jensen pull back with a smirk, his cock slipping out of that mouth with a wet pop, as Jensen licked his lips, his green eyes so lust blown that all Jeff could see was black. Jensen shifted until he stood, and then pressed his body against Jeff's. A moment later and Jeff tasted himself in Jensen's mouth as the younger man kissed him, and slipped his hands beneath Jeff's shirt.

Jensen's lips flickered across Jeff's ear, his voice husky as he said, "I'm gonna fuck you through my mattress and make you beg for more."

Jeff swallowed thickly, and there wasn't a doubt in his mind that Jensen Ackles was stating a fact. Jensen backed off, grabbed his hand and began to drag him down the hall. Jeff stepped out of his jeans and underwear to avoid tripping up as he followed. Jensen pulled him into a kiss as they reached the master bedroom, and he herded Jeff inside. He kicked the door shut, guiding Jeff to the bed, and then he shoved the older man back.

Jeff landed on the bed with a grunt and watched as Jensen shucked his clothes. He slipped out of the long sleeved flannel shirt, jerked the t-shirt up over his head, undid his belt, jerked it free of the belt loops of his tight fitting blue jeans. He snapped open the button of his fly, jerked the zipper down, shoved the pants down his legs, and then he pushed his boxers off and stepped out of the black silk pooled at his feet, his brow lifted in challenge at the man staring at him from his bed.

"You're a little over dressed, Jeff," Jensen chided playfully as he neared the bed and then slipped onto it and straddled the older man, his hard cock colliding with Jeff's cock, which was beginning to spring to life again.

Jensen reached down and began to tug the sweatshirt up. He shook his head, a Seattle man to the end, wearing a damn Seahawks shirt. Jeff lifted his arms and Jensen pulled the shirt roughly off the man and tossed it behind him, and then he was all over Jeff.

He caught Jeff's bottom lip between his teeth and gave it a good tug, and then he pulled back, nosed himself beneath Jeff's chin, Jeff's stubble scratching him, and then he bit Jeff's throat, his teeth scraping over the older man's pulse, digging in firm enough to make his point, and then he trailed teeth and tongue along Jeff's collarbone. He reached his chest, took a hardened nipple into his mouth, sharply bit it, pulled back, and blew cool air over it and Jeff lifted up, his back arching as he groaned.

Jensen looked up at Jeff, a smirk playing with his mouth as his hand slipped down Jeff's body, his hand curving around Jeff's ass, giving it a squeeze. Jensen lifted his other hand to Jeff's face, pressing his middle and index fingers against Jeff's mouth. It took a moment for Jeff to get it, but then Jensen's fingers were in his mouth, and Jeff's tongue was curling around them, stroking them, as he bucked up against Jensen, their hard cocks colliding.

Jensen jerked his head up with a hiss, his eyes sparkling green and black with fire. He pulled his fingers from Jeff's mouth, as he rolled them over, so Jeff was on top. Jeff was puzzled by the position, and then he jolted forward as he felt Jensen's spit slickened index finger at his entrance, nudging, and then slipping in to the first knuckle. He gritted his teeth and fought to breathe against the slight burn.

Jensen pushed his finger in, and suppressed a chuckle as Jeff bucked and squirmed to get away, and then he hit that sweet spot and Jeff was bucking for a whole other reason. Jensen pulled his finger back and added a second, scissoring and stretching Jeff, and he was careful to hit that spot again.

He liked the hitch in Jeff's voice and the way Jeff thrust against him every time he hit that spot. When he added a third finger Jeff's mouth fell open and Jensen shushed his moans with a kiss that was less about tongue and teeth and more about possession.

He rolled them over so that he was on top again, reached for his nightstand, rummaged in the small drawer for a moment and grabbed a small foil packet and a bottle of lubricant. When he pulled back he noticed Jeff's wide hazel eyes slide to the lubricant and the condom.

"If you thought my fingers in your ass was amazing, you'll think my dick is phenomenal," he said huskily and watched as Jeff's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly in response.

He tore open the foil back, rolled the condom on, liberally squeezed some of the lubricant into his palm, and slicked his condom sheathed length. He shifted down the bed, grasped Jeff's hips, lifted the older man, positioned himself and then pressed the head of his cock to Jeff's opening.

"Shit, Jen," Jeff ground out as Jensen began to push his way inside.

Jensen was careful, slow, taking his time to get Jeff used to this, because Jeff was tight, and it was obviously his first time with a man, and his first time bottoming. If Jensen had any say though, it wouldn't be his last. Once he was buried balls deep in Jeff he leaned down, his eyes dark and burning as he pressed his mouth to the corner of Jeff's lips, liking the scratchy feel of the whiskers against his own slight stubble as he said, "Who's the daddy now, Jeff?"

Jeff arched up as Jensen rocked his hips into him and his cock hit his prostate. He threw his head back, his chin pointed to the ceiling and then Jensen began to pound into him relentlessly, taking command, and Jeff moved with him, rocking and grinding down on Jensen, and he lifted up when Jensen's hand curled around him and began to jerk him in time with his thrusts.

Jeff felt his eyes roll into the back of his head at the duel sensation of Jensen inside of him and jerking him off. Their pounding rhythm began to rock the bed, the headboard knocking forcefully into the wall, as Jensen staked his claim on the older man beneath him. Jeff felt that tingling in the base of his spine, and Jensen's pace increased, and before he knew it he was coming in hot spurts across Jensen's hand and his stomach, and then Jensen bent down, his teeth latching onto the place where neck met shoulder, as he gave a few good, hard thrusts. He growled as he bit down harder and came, letting go of Jeff's skin as he arched up and gave a couple of shallow thrusts to ride out his orgasm, and then they both heard a loud sort of crack-snap, like metal giving way and then the left part of the bed near the headboard collapsed.

Jensen threw back his head and laughed as he bent down, nipped at Jeff's earlobe, before licking the shell of it and whispered huskily, "Told you I'd fuck you through the mattress. I was so good I broke my fucking bed, Morgan. Tell me you didn't like it. I dare you, cause I'll call you on your bullshit. I call you on it and fuck you till the whole damn bed collapses beneath us."

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He shifted and groaned as he felt the heat of the morning sun against his eyes. He then noticed three very odd things. The first was that his ass was sore; the second was this wasn't his bed, and the third was that someone was curled up against him, their head resting in the crook of his arm, and they were drooling a little on his chest.

He grunted and lifted his head, cracking his left eye open and his breath caught in his throat at what he saw. Jensen Ackles was curled up around him, their legs were tangled beneath the rumpled bed sheets, and the bed was kind of tilting down at the upper left corner.

He took in a deep breath and recalled the night before. Holy hell. So it had really happened. Christ. How was he going to get himself out of this, and he'd never thought… But damn if it hadn't been good. Damn good. He winced and groaned as his cock began to stir with the memories of last night drifting in his mind.

He hissed when he felt a hand curl around it and when he lifted his head again his hazel eyes locked with Jensen's fiery gaze and he swallowed thickly before that damn mouth locked with his, and morning breath be damned, he gave in.

When Jensen pulled back he had a lazy smile on his face and then he leaned down, nosing Jeff's whiskers before he began to trail kisses down Jeff's throat. When he reached Jeff's chest he flickered his tongue across Jeff's right nipple, and said a sleep laden, "Good morning."

At a loss for what to say as Jensen continued to kiss his way further down Jeff's body, Jeff replied with, "How bout those Seahawks?"

Jensen lifted his head with a grin and a snort of laughter before he flickered his tongue in Jeff's navel and continued with this morning's explorations.

End.