We'll Wait Here, Supernatural RPS, NC-17
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phantismaFandom: Supernatural RPS
Title: We'll Wait Here
Pairing/Characters: Jeffery Dean Morgan/Samantha Ferris, Jensen, Jared, Jim Beaver, mentions of other cast members and such
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1834
Summary: It all started as part of a dream I had. Then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_ellcrys enabled me. Samantha Ferris and Jeffery Dean Morgan have been fighting for over a year. The rest of the cast and crew, headed up by Jensen, think they should just fuck and get it over with.
A/Ns & Warnings: Het people! And apparently today is Sam/Jeff day here in the world ofphantisma. This is dirty bathroom het too.
“They’re at it again.” Jared said over the length of his pool stick, pointing with his chin toward where Jeff and Samantha were arguing near the bar.
Jensen followed the chin, sighing as Jared took his shot. From the distance there was no telling what the argument was about this time. It was getting to the point where he was beginning to think they were both just being stubborn.
It was obvious to everyone else what was going on. At least everyone in this bar. It was filled with Supernatural people…actors, writers, tech crew. Even Eric had found time to join them for their semi-monthly take over of a local bar.
Slowly all of them were beginning to look at Jeff and Sam. Maybe because the argument was escalating fast, voices rising, hands pounding the wood bar.
“Come on, time for a drink.” Jensen said, grabbing Jared’s arm. They stopped near Sam and Jensen ordered up shots before turning to wait for the right opening.
It came as Jeff took a breath and Sam had her mouth full of beer.
“You two should just go fuck and get it over with.” Jensen said, his words soft, his tone light, but his meaning serious.
They both turned to look at him. Jared’s cheeks bulged beside him, trying to hold in the mouthful of whiskey.
“I mean…you’ve been going at it like this for almost a year. Just do it already. We’ll all feel better once you do.”
Apparently, that was more than Jared could handle, spitting whiskey across the bar, spraying Jim and Katie.
“Stay the fuck out of it, Jensen.” Jeff said, his voice dark.
Jensen shook his head. “Suit yourself. But at this point it’s gone beyond being funny, the betting pool gave up and donated everything to charity and we’re all tired of the display. So seriously, “ he pushed Sam closer to Jeff and gestured toward the bathroom, “go on and fuck. We’ll wait here.”
Jeff was bristling, but Sam’s hand on his arm distracted him. Jensen only grinned and headed back to the pool table. Sam turned and ordered up two shots of tequila, handing one to Jeff.
“I don’t know which is worse; the sudden urge to go to the restroom…or the need to kick Jensen in the shins.” Sam said, smirking at him before tossing back her shot.
“I am not going to go into that bathroom with you.” Jeff grumbled, his voice low.
There was fire in her eyes as she downed another shot and walked away,
He held on to his shot. He wasn’t going to give the whole bar the satisfaction. If he followed her now, they’d all know. He tossed off the shot and pulled out his cigarettes. He’d go have a smoke. Clear his head.
She knew he’d come. Because Jensen was right. The arguments were little more than excuses to get up close and personal, though they never did touch….maybe because they did they’d beat each other bloody…then again, maybe they’d just fuck.
She leaned against the wall and unzipped her jeans, sliding one hand inside to rub over her clit. No harm in getting warmed up.
She imagined he was out the back of the bar, lighting up. He’d try to play it cool, pretend like he didn’t know she was in there. The thought of those fingers moving through her slit, touching her inside was delicious. She was already wet.
Sam closed her eyes and imagined his rough voice and rough hands moving over her skin. Not like she hadn’t imagined it a half a dozen times this week alone…masturbated to the sound of his voice on the DVD.
The door opened and he slid in on a wave of sound, music and voices from the bar. She looked up and he was leaning on the door, watching her.
“Don’t let me interrupt.”
“Was beginning to think you weren’t coming.” Sam said.
“I’ll come. One way or another.” Jeff’s voice was dark and deep and it tingled against her. He smelled of smoke and beer and tequila.
“Ladies first.” Sam pulled her hand out of her pants and held up her fingers, glistening with wet.
Jeff stared for a long moment, then lurched toward her, sucking her fingers into his mouth while his hands pushed at her jeans and his whole body rode her into the wall.
He was already hard, she could feel the heat radiating out from his groin as he pressed it against her. Then he was on his knees, shoving her jeans to the floor and pushing his face between her legs, his tongue swiping through her wetness.
She groaned and opened her legs as much as she could, trying to pull at least one free of the denim. His right hand joined the struggle, pulling the leg free, then lifting it to rest on his shoulder, opening her up to his mouth.
His whiskered face rubbed against her thighs as he turned his face, smearing her juices over her skin. Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him in as he opened his mouth and settled it over her mound, sucking her in, his tongue teasing her clit until she was gasping, grinding down onto him, her head smacking against the wall as she came hard and fast.
Jeff was grinning evilly as he stood, holding on to her leg with one hand while he unzipped his jeans with the other. Samantha held her breath as he eased his cock out of his jeans and rubbed it against her slowly. Then he was handing her a condom, hitching her leg up onto his hip.
She tore the wrapper with her teeth, then slowly rolled it on him, her eyes lifting to his. Her hand on his cock guided him into her, and she gasped as he filled her. He shoved in, up, lifting her off the ground and pressing her against the wall.
His breath moved over her neck as he thrust, slow and hard. It rocked them into the wall and she grabbed at the towel dispenser to keep from hitting it as he lengthened his thrust. His lips closed over her neck, nipping and licking and fuck but he was gonna leave a mark.
Sam moved to offer him more room, and to return the favor, closing her mouth over his collarbone and sucking in deep. His hands squeezed against her ass, digging in as he turned them from the wall, pushed her against the counter.
“Fuck!” She grabbed at the counter, using it as leverage to fuck herself down onto him. Her hair fell over her face, sticking on her sweaty skin.
His hands rose up to her face, pushing the at the hair before pulling her up to him, kissing her. He tasted like sex…like the heat even now leaking from her core. His scruffy chin burned on her skin
Electricity burned through her and she pulled on his hair, pulling her ass up off the counter so that her full weight was on him. He stumbled backward, until his back hit the wall of the stall.
Outside the bathroom, the party hitched up a notch, the jukebox doubling in volume and if she didn’t know better, she’d think the cheering was for her and Jeff.
They’d hit just about every surface in the bathroom as Jeff slid to the floor with Samantha still firmly impaled on his cock. Her muscles squeezed him and he was so close.
She took over the rhythm and he closed his eyes, reveling the heat and rush and the dirtiness of sex in a bar bathroom. He hadn’t done anything like it in so long…but she was so hot and they’d had a year of foreplay in the form of arguing. He couldn’t count the number of fights that had led to him jacking off in the bathroom…and now…the whole bar out there knew what they were doing and that just made it all the more dirty.
Samantha’s body shook as she came again, yelling with her head thrown back. Jeff grabbed her arms and rolled them so the she was the one on her back, shoving up into her faster and faster until he was coming too, filling the condom and oozing out the sides.
He was breathless as he pulled out, backing off to ease the condom off and toss it in the trash. Her face glistened with sweat as she slowly sat up, attempting to get her jeans back on right.
They didn’t talk as they stood and each went to a sink to clean up. Sam pulled her shirt to the side to look at the place where he’d marked her like he was some goddamn high school kid. Jeff smirked. By morning it would be a bruise.
Then again…he did the same, pulling aside his shirt collar to see the mark she’d made. It was smaller, but it too would bruise in by morning. He chuckled and shook his head. “Maybe we should have done this sooner.”
She smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Maybe.”
He looked at her for a long time, then noticed the noise had died down outside the bathroom. He closed his eyes and groaned. “Fuck. They’re all out there waiting for us.”
She grinned and played with her sweaty hair. “They’re all going to know.”
“How do you want to do this?”
She stood on her toes and kissed him, then put one hand in his jeans pocket and opened the door, dragging him through it.
The bar went quiet, then Jensen straightened up from where he’d been bent over the pool table. He grinned and started clapping. Soon, the entire bar was standing and applauding and Jeff could feel his face flushing with embarrassment. “Fuck.”
Sam leaned back into his chest, smiling up at him. “Already did that…but I’m up for more…if you are.”
Jared approached with shots, which Jeff took and downed gratefully. He pointed at Jensen. “Not one word.”
Jensen’s eyes were wide with feigned innocence. “About what?”
“Come on Sam, my turn to buy the shots.” Jeff let her drag him toward the bar with the hand she still had in his pocket.
“It’s about damn time.” Jensen mumbled as he joined them, Jared beside him.
“You’re one to talk.” Sam hinted as she lifted her shot.
Jensen looked at her with a scowl. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Jeff leaned over Sam’s shoulder. “Turn about is fair play.” He looked pointedly at Jared, then back at Jensen. “I mean, seriously? Who are either of you trying to kid?”
“You two should just go fuck and get it over with.” Sam said, her grin widening. Her hand in his pocket caressed him and Jeff nuzzled into her neck as all around them the cast and crew turned to look at Jared and Jensen.
He swallowed down his shot and relaxed as Jensen started to sputter. “Go on and fuck. We’ll wait here.”
Title: We'll Wait Here
Pairing/Characters: Jeffery Dean Morgan/Samantha Ferris, Jensen, Jared, Jim Beaver, mentions of other cast members and such
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1834
Summary: It all started as part of a dream I had. Then
the_ellcrys enabled me. Samantha Ferris and Jeffery Dean Morgan have been fighting for over a year. The rest of the cast and crew, headed up by Jensen, think they should just fuck and get it over with.A/Ns & Warnings: Het people! And apparently today is Sam/Jeff day here in the world of
phantisma. This is dirty bathroom het too. “They’re at it again.” Jared said over the length of his pool stick, pointing with his chin toward where Jeff and Samantha were arguing near the bar.
Jensen followed the chin, sighing as Jared took his shot. From the distance there was no telling what the argument was about this time. It was getting to the point where he was beginning to think they were both just being stubborn.
It was obvious to everyone else what was going on. At least everyone in this bar. It was filled with Supernatural people…actors, writers, tech crew. Even Eric had found time to join them for their semi-monthly take over of a local bar.
Slowly all of them were beginning to look at Jeff and Sam. Maybe because the argument was escalating fast, voices rising, hands pounding the wood bar.
“Come on, time for a drink.” Jensen said, grabbing Jared’s arm. They stopped near Sam and Jensen ordered up shots before turning to wait for the right opening.
It came as Jeff took a breath and Sam had her mouth full of beer.
“You two should just go fuck and get it over with.” Jensen said, his words soft, his tone light, but his meaning serious.
They both turned to look at him. Jared’s cheeks bulged beside him, trying to hold in the mouthful of whiskey.
“I mean…you’ve been going at it like this for almost a year. Just do it already. We’ll all feel better once you do.”
Apparently, that was more than Jared could handle, spitting whiskey across the bar, spraying Jim and Katie.
“Stay the fuck out of it, Jensen.” Jeff said, his voice dark.
Jensen shook his head. “Suit yourself. But at this point it’s gone beyond being funny, the betting pool gave up and donated everything to charity and we’re all tired of the display. So seriously, “ he pushed Sam closer to Jeff and gestured toward the bathroom, “go on and fuck. We’ll wait here.”
Jeff was bristling, but Sam’s hand on his arm distracted him. Jensen only grinned and headed back to the pool table. Sam turned and ordered up two shots of tequila, handing one to Jeff.
“I don’t know which is worse; the sudden urge to go to the restroom…or the need to kick Jensen in the shins.” Sam said, smirking at him before tossing back her shot.
“I am not going to go into that bathroom with you.” Jeff grumbled, his voice low.
There was fire in her eyes as she downed another shot and walked away,
He held on to his shot. He wasn’t going to give the whole bar the satisfaction. If he followed her now, they’d all know. He tossed off the shot and pulled out his cigarettes. He’d go have a smoke. Clear his head.
She knew he’d come. Because Jensen was right. The arguments were little more than excuses to get up close and personal, though they never did touch….maybe because they did they’d beat each other bloody…then again, maybe they’d just fuck.
She leaned against the wall and unzipped her jeans, sliding one hand inside to rub over her clit. No harm in getting warmed up.
She imagined he was out the back of the bar, lighting up. He’d try to play it cool, pretend like he didn’t know she was in there. The thought of those fingers moving through her slit, touching her inside was delicious. She was already wet.
Sam closed her eyes and imagined his rough voice and rough hands moving over her skin. Not like she hadn’t imagined it a half a dozen times this week alone…masturbated to the sound of his voice on the DVD.
The door opened and he slid in on a wave of sound, music and voices from the bar. She looked up and he was leaning on the door, watching her.
“Don’t let me interrupt.”
“Was beginning to think you weren’t coming.” Sam said.
“I’ll come. One way or another.” Jeff’s voice was dark and deep and it tingled against her. He smelled of smoke and beer and tequila.
“Ladies first.” Sam pulled her hand out of her pants and held up her fingers, glistening with wet.
Jeff stared for a long moment, then lurched toward her, sucking her fingers into his mouth while his hands pushed at her jeans and his whole body rode her into the wall.
He was already hard, she could feel the heat radiating out from his groin as he pressed it against her. Then he was on his knees, shoving her jeans to the floor and pushing his face between her legs, his tongue swiping through her wetness.
She groaned and opened her legs as much as she could, trying to pull at least one free of the denim. His right hand joined the struggle, pulling the leg free, then lifting it to rest on his shoulder, opening her up to his mouth.
His whiskered face rubbed against her thighs as he turned his face, smearing her juices over her skin. Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him in as he opened his mouth and settled it over her mound, sucking her in, his tongue teasing her clit until she was gasping, grinding down onto him, her head smacking against the wall as she came hard and fast.
Jeff was grinning evilly as he stood, holding on to her leg with one hand while he unzipped his jeans with the other. Samantha held her breath as he eased his cock out of his jeans and rubbed it against her slowly. Then he was handing her a condom, hitching her leg up onto his hip.
She tore the wrapper with her teeth, then slowly rolled it on him, her eyes lifting to his. Her hand on his cock guided him into her, and she gasped as he filled her. He shoved in, up, lifting her off the ground and pressing her against the wall.
His breath moved over her neck as he thrust, slow and hard. It rocked them into the wall and she grabbed at the towel dispenser to keep from hitting it as he lengthened his thrust. His lips closed over her neck, nipping and licking and fuck but he was gonna leave a mark.
Sam moved to offer him more room, and to return the favor, closing her mouth over his collarbone and sucking in deep. His hands squeezed against her ass, digging in as he turned them from the wall, pushed her against the counter.
“Fuck!” She grabbed at the counter, using it as leverage to fuck herself down onto him. Her hair fell over her face, sticking on her sweaty skin.
His hands rose up to her face, pushing the at the hair before pulling her up to him, kissing her. He tasted like sex…like the heat even now leaking from her core. His scruffy chin burned on her skin
Electricity burned through her and she pulled on his hair, pulling her ass up off the counter so that her full weight was on him. He stumbled backward, until his back hit the wall of the stall.
Outside the bathroom, the party hitched up a notch, the jukebox doubling in volume and if she didn’t know better, she’d think the cheering was for her and Jeff.
They’d hit just about every surface in the bathroom as Jeff slid to the floor with Samantha still firmly impaled on his cock. Her muscles squeezed him and he was so close.
She took over the rhythm and he closed his eyes, reveling the heat and rush and the dirtiness of sex in a bar bathroom. He hadn’t done anything like it in so long…but she was so hot and they’d had a year of foreplay in the form of arguing. He couldn’t count the number of fights that had led to him jacking off in the bathroom…and now…the whole bar out there knew what they were doing and that just made it all the more dirty.
Samantha’s body shook as she came again, yelling with her head thrown back. Jeff grabbed her arms and rolled them so the she was the one on her back, shoving up into her faster and faster until he was coming too, filling the condom and oozing out the sides.
He was breathless as he pulled out, backing off to ease the condom off and toss it in the trash. Her face glistened with sweat as she slowly sat up, attempting to get her jeans back on right.
They didn’t talk as they stood and each went to a sink to clean up. Sam pulled her shirt to the side to look at the place where he’d marked her like he was some goddamn high school kid. Jeff smirked. By morning it would be a bruise.
Then again…he did the same, pulling aside his shirt collar to see the mark she’d made. It was smaller, but it too would bruise in by morning. He chuckled and shook his head. “Maybe we should have done this sooner.”
She smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Maybe.”
He looked at her for a long time, then noticed the noise had died down outside the bathroom. He closed his eyes and groaned. “Fuck. They’re all out there waiting for us.”
She grinned and played with her sweaty hair. “They’re all going to know.”
“How do you want to do this?”
She stood on her toes and kissed him, then put one hand in his jeans pocket and opened the door, dragging him through it.
The bar went quiet, then Jensen straightened up from where he’d been bent over the pool table. He grinned and started clapping. Soon, the entire bar was standing and applauding and Jeff could feel his face flushing with embarrassment. “Fuck.”
Sam leaned back into his chest, smiling up at him. “Already did that…but I’m up for more…if you are.”
Jared approached with shots, which Jeff took and downed gratefully. He pointed at Jensen. “Not one word.”
Jensen’s eyes were wide with feigned innocence. “About what?”
“Come on Sam, my turn to buy the shots.” Jeff let her drag him toward the bar with the hand she still had in his pocket.
“It’s about damn time.” Jensen mumbled as he joined them, Jared beside him.
“You’re one to talk.” Sam hinted as she lifted her shot.
Jensen looked at her with a scowl. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Jeff leaned over Sam’s shoulder. “Turn about is fair play.” He looked pointedly at Jared, then back at Jensen. “I mean, seriously? Who are either of you trying to kid?”
“You two should just go fuck and get it over with.” Sam said, her grin widening. Her hand in his pocket caressed him and Jeff nuzzled into her neck as all around them the cast and crew turned to look at Jared and Jensen.
He swallowed down his shot and relaxed as Jensen started to sputter. “Go on and fuck. We’ll wait here.”
