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Jared is cuddled up on the couch, laying on Jensen’s shoulder as they watch the new episode of the third season of The Boys. The one where they properly introduce the new character known as Soldier Boy, and while Jensen is kind of dreading it, Jared is excited and hyped to watch his husband’s performance in his new role.
They watch the whole episode between comments and remarks. They both start making jokes and talking about the characters covered in blood and the gruesome scenes. Jared tries to guess what's going to happen next and suggests theory after theory about how the story is going to unfold, meanwhile Jensen keeps a poker-face, and nods to every totally-not-plausible hypothesis.
The ending credits roll on the screen. “Oh man, I love Soldier Boy. You're fantastic,” Jared teases him. “You did an amazing job, as always.” He smacks a loud kiss on Jensen's beard-coated cheek.
“You love Soldier Boy? He's a dick,” the older man retorts.
“Well, first thing first, I love dicks. I thought you knew that by now, given hiw manh times I've sucked yours,” Jared says, wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. “And then I don't "love" love him, I just think he's hot. You look so good in that suit. Green looks amazing on you. And the words you speak, oh my god. I mean, Soldier Boy talks like a sailor, but, oh my, it's hot as fuck.” Jared fans himself dramatically with his hand, enjoying the blushing creeping up on his husband's cheeks.
Jensen raises his eyebrows in surprise. He knows his husband likes naughty words thrown here and there when they are having sex, but Soldier Boy's lines are on another level of filthiness. And Jared likes that ? Wow, his husband never stop surprising him, even after all these years.
Since then Jensen lets some more dirty-talk slip out of his mouth when the mood is right and he notices a positive reaction in Jared's behaviour. Like moaning louder and rocking back against Jensen's hips. But Jensen keeps the new-found information tucked away for a better, hotter idea that starts to brew in his brain.
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Now they're here, filming together. It feels surreal to be on the same set together again after all these years. And it was even weirder to be playing characters so different from the ones they were used to.
From Sam and Dean to Mr. Marathon and Soldier Boy.
They’re shooting the scene when their characters snort cocaine together from the countertop. The two of them standing close, barely touching. They deliver their lines, and get through the whole scene for the second time today.
The director calls cut, and announces that it was all for the day.
Mr. Marathon reverts back to being Jared, and the same goes for Soldier Boy and Jensen. They both hang around a bit with the rest of the cast and crew, and then go back to the trailer to disrobe themselves of the superhero suits and slip into their normal clothes. Jared is already thinking about having a nice hot shower, eating a snack and then going to sleep.
Jared is only wearing boxer briefs and is about to pull up his jeans when-
“Don't bother, baby boy, I'd just get you naked again.”
The younger man stops mid-motion. This is not Jensen. This is one hundred percent Soldier Boy. After a moment of initial surprise, he realises he's into it. Maybe a bit too much. He turns around and sees his husband, still in costume, sitting on the couch, legs spread and already palming his crotch through the pants.
“Like what you see?” The deep voice is doing things to Jared, who gets chills and goosebumps in anticipation for what's about to come.
“Yes,... sir?” Jared says tentatively. He's not sure how he's supposed to address him: not Jensen for sure; "baby" definitely doesn't fit the mood; "daddy" would make it too weird; that's why he opted for a timid "sir", hoping it would suffice the occasion.
“"Ben" will do, babydoll. Unless you have a military kink or some shit and get off to the idea of fucking America's greatest hero, then you can call me Soldier,” Ben answers, he's still looking at Jared with stern eyes. “ Now, why don't you come here and get my dick hard and wet?”
Jared walks the three steps that divide them, still clad only in his underwear. He's about to straddle the other man's legs, but he gets stopped before he can take a seat. “On your knees, sweetheart. Thats how I like you best,” Ben commands, spreading his legs as much as the costume allows him.
The younger man kneels down, puts both hands on the other man's thighs and moves them inching closer and closer to his crotch. He then brings his face forward, nuzzling at his crotch, breathing in deeply. This is normally what he would have done to please his husband, but apparently Ben was not enjoying it.
“You want a fucking written invitation? Cut the teasing and get your mouth on my cock and choke on it, yeah?” Ben encourages.
“Yes, Soldier,” Jared replies, automatically. He's been turned on since he understood his husband's intentions, but now he is completely, painfully hard and leaking in his underwear.
Jared reaches into the costume's pants, wrapping his hand around a semi-erect penis and pulling it out. He doesn't lose any more time and wraps his lips around the head, savoring the bitter taste of the pre-cum oozing out of the slit. He licks all the way up, from the base to the tip, and then wraps his lips around the head again and slides half-way down. His hand jerking what he can't quite reach yet.
He bobs his head a few times, proceeding to swallow the older man's cock wholly, down to the base, thick pubic hairs tickling his nose.
“Fuck yeah, that's good. Knew you were a fucking cock-sucking slut.” He hears Jensen- no, not Jensen. Ben- he hears Ben moaning in appreciation, which only turns him on even more.
Ben is so different from Jensen this almost makes him feels like he's cheating, if it weren't for the fact that they looked so alike. They did some role-playing in all their years together- some turned out to be really fucking hot , while others turned into giggles and laughs- but in those occurrences they were both pretending to be someone else, but now he's just Jared and he's sucking Soldier Boy's dick with enthusiasm.
“You taste so fucking good, Ben. Can't get enough of it,” Jared mumbles when he stops a second to take a breath.
“Yeah, well, I've heard pineapples help with that,” Ben mutters between a broken moan and a groan.
The younger man tries to sneak his hand down to his needy hard-on, but right as he's squeezing his dick through the briefs, he gets scolded. “Hands behind your back, and don't make me repeat myself, or I'm gonna get pissed. And believe me, you wouldn't wanna see me pissed, baby. If you want to get off, you can rut against my boot, like the little bitch that you are, as long as you don't cum. You're only allowed to cum after I have.”
Jared feels Ben's right hand slides between his long-ish hair and grip tight. He feels the pull, the stinging at his scalp. He pulls back a few inches to take a breath, and soon Ben is pounding up into his mouth, fucking his lips with abandon.
“Fucking perfect mouth, feels like it was made for me to stuff my dick into,” Ben compliments as he keeps his hips pistoning and moving roughly. There's spit running down Jared's chin and, if he weren't so used to deep-throating, he'd be gagging and gasping for air.
Ben keeps at it for a couple more minutes, then he pulls harder on Jared's hair, and shoves his face away.
Jared's lips are red and puffy, and there are tears pooling in his big beautiful eyes. For a moment Jensen worries he took it too far, and breaks character for the necessary check in, “You good, Jay? You wanna stop?” He asks, caressing his cheek, and wiping away a stray tear that escaped his eye.
Jared notices the changes in his husband's tone and body posture, and is beyond grateful to have married a man careful enough to check-in to make sure everything is alright. Yeah, sure, the face-fucking was a bit rough, but oh my god , Jared fucking loved it. So he keeps playing his part and answers honestly, “I'm okay, Ben. That's all you got?” He cocks an eyebrow and he can see the exact moment Jensen shifts back into Ben, and a shiver runs down Jared spine, reaching his groin.
Ben reclines down on the couch, “Wanna take a seat, baby boy? My face is more comfortable than any chair you have laid your ass on, and my tongue can probe at that tight, little hole of yours better than any cock ever could. I bet I could make you jizz from that alone, but that's for another time to find out.”
“Yes, fuck. I want your tongue everywhere, can't wait for you to fuck me.” Jared is so horny he feels lightheaded. There's a huge wet patch on his underwear, and he could probably bust his load with the dirty talk alone, but he's a good boy, and orders are orders. So he gets up from the floor and moves around to take the position he was asked to take, after shimming out of his drenched boxers.
“Good boy,” Ben growls, as Jared lowers himself to sit on his face. “Haven't seen an ass this fuckable since the forties. I'd say I risk getting smothered, but we both know it takes so much more to take me out,” he continues, landing a powerful spank on Jared's right buttcheek, that makes it jiggle and redden in the shape of the handprint.
Ben starts to lick around the tight ring of muscle, swirling his tongue in circles, then up and down the crack, smooth beard scratching pleasantly against the soft, tender, sensitive skin. Above him Jared moans loudly and moves his hips rhythmically, fucking himself on the older man's tongue, while searching for something to hold onto and roaming his hands on the costume.
Ben pushes inside with the tip of his tongue, sucks lightly when he pulls out and repeats for a dozen times and then leaves a wet kiss right on the entrance.
Soldier Boy might be tireless, especially when it comes to sex, but even with the suit on, Jensen is only a man, and his tongue is going numb quickly. So he pushes Jared away, giving him the signal to get up. He sits up, resuming his original position.
“Why don't you take a ride, sweetheart?" Ben nods in the direction of his hard cock spurting out, almost comically, of the costume pants. "Let's see if you got what it takes to make a Supe feel good. I might sneak you into the next Herogasm, if you fuck me right, and I'll let you have some fun even though deep down you know you're mine.”
“I am yours, only yours. I'm your slut, you can fuck me whenever you want,” Jared is impossibly hard and turned on, this might be the best idea his husband has ever had regarding their bedroom activities. He notices Ben shuddering at his words and searching for something between the folds of the couch and then producing a small bottle of lube. Son of a bitch, he had all this planned out!
Ben pours a generous quantity of lube directly onto his cock and pumps himself a couple of times to get himself fully hard and ready to go. “Go on, I wanna see how well you ride me.”
Jared takes that as his cue to position himself and slowly sink down onto the long shaft. He bottoms out, gives himself a few seconds to get adjusted and then starts bouncing up and down and moving his hips back and forth, chasing his orgasm and trying to please Ben as best as he could. He feels stretched out and full, and he likes this so fucking much.
He keeps at it for some minutes, soon his legs start to shake and burn. He lays, worn out, on Ben's clothed chest. “Sorry, Soldier, I can't anymore. Please, fuck me, please. I need you so much,” he whines and begs.
“You feel too good not to fill you up with my spunk. Hold on, babydoll, I'm gonna fuck your brains out,” Ben whispers to his ear before holding him tight and fucking up into him. He sets a fast, relentless pace, bucking his hips upwards.
The loud sound of skin slapping on skin, the general wet noises of sex along with the breathy, deep moans slipping out of Ben's lips were the only things Jared could hear, aside from the thrumming of his blood in his ears; the smell of sweat was filling his nostrils; he can also taste it, when he licks a drop of it running down Ben's neck; the cold touch of the suit material under his hands; the sight of Ben's beautiful features, face contorted in pleasure; Jared felt in paradise. He's a moaning mess and he needs to come so badly, “Ben please, I need-”
“Not yet.” Ben keeps fucking him vigorously for a few more minutes, hips working tirelessly, pounding without losing rhythm. He stops altogether, cock buried deep into Jared's hole, muscles taut, a deep grunt escapes his mouth and then he's coming, filling Jared, spurt after spurt.
Once Ben recovers from his mind-blowing orgasm, he wraps a hand around Jared's aching and neglected cock, which leaked so much pre-cum on the suit Jensen is internally praying it won't stain, or it'll be difficult to explain to the costume department. He pumps and tugs at the younger man's dick a few times, his own cock, slowly going soft, still deep in him. He rotated his hips a couple of times, brushing over and over again on Jared's overstimulated prostate.
Jared soon comes, with a barely concealed scream, all over Ben's hand and some of it ends up dotting the suit in pearly white spots- shit , that definitely is going to be difficult to explain, Jensen thinks.
“Oh my god, that was one of the best orgasms of my whole life,” Jaren mumbles, giddy after coming down from the high. He slumps against his husband's chest, tired and fucked out.
“Better than that time when I handcuffed you to the bed and used a vibeator on your cock as I fucked you?” Jensen asks. And yes, the shift was visible and tangible, Jared could feel the older man relaxing under him.
“Uhm…” Jared gives it a thought, “It's a tie. Thank you, for real. It was amazing and you didn't have to do it, so…” Jared peels himself from his husband's chest and kisses him sweetly on the lips.
“I had fun, too, you know,” Jensen replies, looking down at the mess they made on the suit, “but I'll thank you only once you've helped me get out of this clothes and remove all the traces you've left on it,” he returns the kisses.