So, uh. Last night I took a bunch of Benadryl and people on Twitter took advantage of my weakened mental state and then this happened.
I'M NOT SORRY. But yeah, I'm definitely going to hell.
Title: wish for the release
Author:
_mournthewicked
Pairing: Jensen/Zac Efron/Jared
Rating: Adult.
Word Count: ~ 4,500
Warnings: Complete lack of anything resembling realism. (Or a plot.)
Disclaimer: This is about as fictional as it gets, people.
Summary: Jensen finds out about a particular fantasy of Jared's and when the opportunity to make it come true arises, Jensen just can't help himself. (Or: The one where Jared and Jensen pick up Zac Efron at a network party.)
Notes: Okay, so. Zac Efron is really starting to look like Jensen Ackles, as evidenced here. That was my inspiration. Also, the blame for this falls entirely tokamikaze_redux, quidditchkiss, obstinatrix and the rest of the jerks on twitter. (♥!) From here on out, this pairing shall be referred to as Zefrackalecki™.
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Oddly enough, it’s Misha that points it out.
“Hey Jensen,” he says one day over lunch. “There’s new buzz about you on the ol’ internets.”
“Is there,” Jensen says blandly. He stabs a cherry tomato with his fork and the juices go everywhere. Jared is inhaling a chicken sandwich so quickly that Jensen vaguely wonders if he’s acquired an ability to unhinge his jaw like a snake. Next he’ll move on to whole chickens. He might not even wait until they’re cooked.
“There is,” Misha confirms as he picks at a cookie with his slender fingers. “Apparently Zac Efron is turning into your doppelganger. It’s sending ovaries all over the globe into quite the tizzy.”
Jared suddenly chokes on his chicken (no pun intended), body curling in as his knees connect roughly with the underside of the table. Jensen and Misha both look over at him, and Jensen pats his back with mild concern until Jared finally dislodges the poultry from his windpipe. He looks at Jensen and then Misha and then down at the table with wide eyes, and doesn’t say anything as he grabs his drink and slurps it down.
“Okaaaay,” Misha continues. “Anyway, yeah. It’s actually sort of creepy. He cut his hair and got some muscle and threw on a leather jacket. Now he’s Jensen 2.0.”
“He wishes,” Jensen mumbles, shifting his weight a bit as he takes another bite of salad. Misha grins impishly. Jensen fucking hates that grin. Good things never come of it. Jared is just staring silently, eyes darting between them. He’s acting sort of odd, but it’s been sort of an odd day.
“Perhaps the two of you could get together and talk about how hard you have it, what with your both being so tragically beautiful and all.” Misha takes a drink of coffee and Jared stuffs a whole roll into his mouth. “Share beauty tips. Compare full lips and long eyelashes.”
“Is there something you want to tell me, Misha?” Jensen says with a raised brow, and Misha lifts his middle finger in reply.
And that’s the end of it, because their lunch break is over. Sam and Dean have demons to do battle with.
--
Later, after Jensen wraps for the day, he goes to his trailer to wait for Jared to finish up.
He’s bored, so he boots up his laptop to check his email. Curiosity gets the better of him, and against his better judgment, he does an image search for Zac Efron.
“Oh god,” Jensen mumbles as his screen fills with images from High School Musical. He’s still staring in horror when Jared clomps his way into the trailer.
“Hey,” Jared says, and leans over the laptop to plant a sloppy kiss on Jensen’s forehead. His eyes cast down to look at the screen and he freezes, hair falling into Jensen’s eyes. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t see it,” Jensen says as he pushes the laptop away. “The Zac thing. Misha’s bullshitting me, right?”
“Uh.” Jensen looks up and that’s when he notices that Jared’s cheeks are red. Bright red. Jared had stopped blushing around Jensen about the same time that they put their dicks in each other’s asses, so this is an interesting development. “He isn’t.”
“Oh my god,” Jensen says with a grin. “You knew. That’s why you were acting so weird at lunch. You have the hots for Zac Efron, you filthy perv.”
“He’s twenty-three or something,” Jared mumbles, the blush on his cheeks getting more prominent. “And he is starting to look like you, okay? It’s enough to keep a guy up at night.”
“Show me this wizardry.” Jensen spins the laptop around and Jared sighs, put upon, as he sits down and takes it.
“It’s just recently,” Jared says as he jabs at the keyboard. After a few moments he spins the laptop back around and Jensen’s eyes widen. “See?”
“Uh, maybe,” Jensen says. He studies the picture hard, even licks his lips. This Efron kid got hot. Perhaps that’s narcissistic thinking, but hey, Jensen knows he’s pretty. “Fine, I concede to your point.”
He looks up to see Jared staring at him, lips slack and eyes a bit dark. Jensen raises a brow.
“I sense a dirty fantasy brewing in that giant dome of yours,” Jensen says with a wicked grin. “You’re picturing us together, aren’t you? You want me to fuck him, you freak.”
“Uh.” Jared doesn’t say anything else, but Jensen doesn’t need him to. Now he knows, and he can definitely use this to his advantage. Jensen gets up and locks the door to his trailer, the click of it oddly satisfying to his ears. Jared actually gulps as Jensen walks over to him, smirking as he straddles Jared’s lap and sits down.
“Tell me what you think about,” Jensen says softly, and Jared bites his lip. “Come on, wanna hear it.”
“Thought about him on his knees,” Jared admits breathlessly. “That mouth on you, so fucking hot.”
Jensen hums and leans in to kiss Jared briefly, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth for just a moment before letting it slide free. He reaches down to cup Jared through his jeans and then smiles, slinking down to the floor.
“Not a terrible thing to imagine,” Jensen says as he opens Jared’s jeans and pulls him out, stroking lazily as he thinks about it. “I bet he gives good head. Bet he’d even swallow it with a smile. You think?”
“Oh god,” Jared pants. “Jensen, please.”
“Call me Zac,” Jensen says with a playful wink, humming pleasantly as he sucks Jared into his mouth.
--
They don’t mention the Zac thing again after that.
But Jensen pays more attention now, clicks links with the kid’s name when he’s trolling entertainment sites. Now that it’s been pointed out to him, he sort of can’t unsee it. They have the same jaw line, similar mouths. The kid even has fucking Dean Winchester hair, for fuck’s sake.
But eerie similarities aside, Jensen doesn’t think about it too much. Neither Jared nor Misha bring it up again, and it stays out of his mind, unimportant.
Until the party.
It’s some bullshit CW thing that they’ve been talked into attending. Jensen likes that they’re the social outcasts of the network. It makes him feel a little less ashamed to be on the same channel as Hellcats.
Speaking of said debacle of Wednesday night programming, the cast is mingling around the room. Jensen spins around to grab yet another champagne flute from a roaming waiter and that’s when he spots them.
Ashley Tisdale is chatting up Zac Efron across the room. She’s laughing at something he’s saying, and he’s smiling all big and pretty, and okay fine. He’s hot. Really hot. (Again, this may be his narcissism at play. He isn’t sure yet.)
“Holy shit,” Misha exclaims. He says it like it’s the most amusing thing he’s ever experienced, and Jared doesn’t even notice because he’s busy cramming mini quiches into his mouth. “Look who’s here.”
Jensen slinks up to Jared, leaning in closer than he should at a network party, but at that point he doesn’t really care.
“Ten o’clock,” Jensen whispers, a low rumble from deep in his throat. “Check it out.”
Jared furrows his brow, looks over his shoulder, and promptly chokes on his mini quiche. Jensen smirks and Misha laughs exuberantly as he slaps him on the back. A few people look their way, but that’s just fine. They’re just the Supernatural boys, slightly out there. Best just to leave them to their own devices.
“Oh my god,” Jared rasps. His eyes are all watery from choking and he swallows half a glass of champagne as he stares across the room.
“I’m going to go say hello,” Jensen says with a wink, and Jared grabs at him as he dances away.
“Jensen, do not even,” Jared says sternly, but Jensen just winks and wanders off while Jared stands there, slack-jawed and pink-cheeked with Misha guffawing into his shoulder.
Jensen works his way through the crowd purposefully, nodding and smiling perfunctorily at his colleagues but not stopping to talk until he reaches his goal. He’s unsurprised to feel Jared’s looming presence behind him, or to hear Misha’s snicker.
“Hello there,” Jensen says as he comes to a graceful stop in front of Ashley and Zac. She looks over at him with a pretty grin and Zac blinks a few times. “I just wanted to introduce myself.”
“Jensen Ackles,” Zac says in his boyish, charming voice. Jensen grins wolfishly and Jared lets out a nearly silent whimper behind him. “I know who you are. Been hearing your name a lot lately. Apparently I stole your haircut. And also your face. Perhaps I owe you an apology.”
He’s grinning, but his eyes are dark around the pupils, cornflower blue going indigo as Jensen stares at him. They shake hands and Jensen makes sure to brush his fingertips against the thin skin inside Zac’s wrist, just long enough to find his pulse and press in before letting go. Zac bites down on his fleshy bottom lip and Jensen tracks the movement with his eyes.
“Zac here’d make a good Winchester,” Ashley says with a sloppy smile, and Jensen notes her empty champagne glass. “I’m gonna go find another drink. You boys be nice to my date.”
“We’ll take real good care of him,” Jensen says lowly, and he doesn’t miss the way Zac’s eyes never leave his mouth. She walks away and Jensen turns to stand next to Zac, making sure to brush their shoulders. “I’m sure you know my co-stars, Misha Collins and Jared Padalecki.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Zac says, shaking both of their hands. He tilts his head back a bit to get a good look at Jared and oh yeah, they’re in.
“I haven’t seen a single thing that you’ve been in,” Misha says happily, and Zac lets out an amused snort.
“Likewise,” Zac retorts, and Misha just keeps smiling. It’s sort of hard to catch Misha when he’s not smiling, even if the rest of the world isn’t quite in on the joke.
“Glad we’re on the same page,” Misha tells him. He gives Jensen an amused, meaningful look, eyebrow quirking up knowingly. “Well, I’m going to leave you in the capable hands of Gigantor and your doppelganger here, because I’m out of booze. You kids have fun.”
They watch as Misha disappears back into the crowd, and Jensen places a hand low on Zac’s back as he turns in to speak to him.
“Jared here’s a big fan,” Jensen says lowly, and Jared’s eyes widen. “Look, he can’t even get a word out, he’s so nervous.”
“My co-star is an asshole,” Jared says pointedly before smiling tightly at Zac. “I’m fine.”
“So, people say we look alike,” Jensen says without preamble. He leans in close, almost so that his cheek is brushing Zac’s. “What do you say, Jared? Is the effect the same in the flesh?”
“Eyes,” Jared says absently, eyes slightly clouded. “Eyes are different. But, uh, yeah.”
“Hm, I wonder how else we’re similar,” Jensen says with an innocent smile on his lips and wickedness in his eyes. It’s a big risk, blatantly hitting on one of Hollywood’s biggest stars at a network party, but Jensen knows he didn’t make up the heat that he saw in Zac’s eyes. “Maybe we could go somewhere. Find out.”
Jared swallows hard, knuckles white around the stem of his champagne flute. Zac turns his head and raises an eyebrow at Jensen, who lets his eyes fall blatantly to Zac’s mouth. He leans in a bit closer, lips nearly brushing Zac’s ear. To anyone else, it probably looks like Jensen is just trying to be heard over the crowd.
“He’s thought about us,” Jensen says boldly, and he grins when he feels Zac shiver up against him. “Help me make his night. What do you say?”
“You make a tempting argument,” Zac replies, running his tongue over his bottom lip. Jensen’s eyes flash and Zac smirks. “Lead the way.”
Jensen keeps his hand on Zac’s back as he propels him forward, and Jared’s eyes nearly bug out of their sockets as they pass. He looks over his shoulder at Jared, waits for Zac to do the same.
“Well?” Jensen asks with a pretty grin. “You coming or not?”
Jared’s lips curl back over his teeth as he surges forward.
--
They decide to take a cab back to Jensen’s place.
It’s closer and more private, and Jensen really wants to make this last. They’re all smashed together in the backseat, Zac pressed between them. Jensen puts his hand on Zac’s thigh, lets his thumb brush the inseam and stroke back and forth just below his groin. He lets the back of his hand brush against the bulge in his pants like a promise, slow-firm push and slide before he takes his hand away.
Jensen can hear Zac’s breath pick up, feel his chest rise and fall, and he smirks proudly. He pays the driver when they finally come to a stop and he’s practically buzzing by the time he pushes his key in the lock and tumbles inside.
He barely gets the door shut before he grabs Zac and pushes him up against it, hips slotting together as he pins him up against the door and grins at him. Zac lets out this noise, something like a whimper, and Jensen leans in close enough to breathe in the scent of him.
He looks over his shoulder and makes sure Jared is watching, as if there was anywhere else he’d be looking, before he turns back and presses his mouth against Zac’s. Jared lets out a low curse and Jensen hums into the kiss, licking across lips almost as plush as his own before he pushes his tongue inside. Jensen keeps Zac’s hands pinned against the door and kisses him deeper, exploring the inside of his mouth until his lungs ache for the air they’re not getting.
Jensen finally pulls away and Zac gasps, eyes blown indigo and desperate with want as he flexes his wrists against Jensen’s hold.
“Mm, you’re a good kisser,” Jensen says, kissing that willing mouth again. “Do you have any idea what we’re gonna do to you?”
“An inkling,” Zac manages as he strains forward to try to catch Jensen’s mouth again. “Pretty sure I’m gonna enjoy it, too.”
“Oh, you will,” Jensen promises, and then turns his head to let Zac mouth at his throat. He catches Jared’s eye and grins at him. Jared looks so turned on that he can barely function, hands flexing at his sides as he watches them rut against each other. “Come on, baby. Why don’t we take this someplace a little more horizontal? Get these clothes off.”
Zac nods and lets himself be dragged along by Jensen, who stops to kiss Jared’s mouth, biting down on his bottom lip before pulling away. He takes Jared’s wrist in his other hand and drags them both into his bedroom, spinning them around so their backs are to the bed.
“Jared, why don’t you help Zac out of that suit,” Jensen suggests, and he smirks as they turn in towards each other. Jared looks like he’s at a loss, eyes tumbling across Zac’s body as he steps forward. “Kiss him.”
Their mouths meet like they were just waiting for permission. Jared grabs both sides of Zac’s face and tips his head back, tongue plunging between his lips. Zac moans and sags against him, fingers fumbling at the buttons on Jared’s shirt.
Jensen is so hard that he’s leaking in his slacks and he can’t look away. Damn, he has good ideas. Zac gets Jared’s shirt open and pushes it and his jacket down his arms, mouth going to Jared’s chest. Jared meets Jensen’s eye over his head and Jensen bites down on his tongue, grinning as he raises a brow. Jared blows him a kiss and Jensen chuckles roughly.
They undress each other hurriedly, neither one capable of letting their mouth leave skin for any period of time. Jensen’s dick twitches as Jared hooks his thumbs in Zac’s boxer briefs and drags them down, revealing slim hips and a stiff, pretty pink cock.
Jensen strips down to his underwear and walks up to them, pushing his way between them to wrap his arms around Zac’s shoulders. Jared presses up against his back, groaning softly as Jensen claims Zac’s mouth again.
“Such a hot fuckin’ mouth,” Jensen says roughly. “Jared wants to see it around my dick. Bet it’d look real nice.”
“Please,” Zac says, and Jensen groans as he lets his head fall back against Jared’s shoulder. Jared’s fingers slide into Jensen’s underwear and drag them down, huge hand wrapping around his dick as Zac slinks to his knees.
Jensen looks down and watches as Zac laps at the sticky-wet head of his dick, lips parting on a moan as he looks up with those baby blues. Jensen nods and Jared wraps his other arm around Jensen’s chest, pinching and flicking at a nipple as Zac opens wide and sucks him deep.
“Shit,” Jensen groans, hips rolling forward into that hot, wet mouth. Zac sucks him hard and slow, fingers curling around Jared’s on his cock. They stroke up in tandem, squeezing more fluid from the slit that Zac licks up greedily. Jensen lets out a shaky exhale as Jared groans in his ear, hips rocking up against his ass as he watches Zac go down on him.
Zac pulls Jared’s hand away so he can go deeper, bobbing up and down on Jensen’s dick like a goddamn pro. He’s moaning for it, the little slut, and Jensen reaches down to tangle his fingers in hair so much like his own.
Zac reaches up to grab his hips, fingernails digging in as he sucks Jensen down his throat. He feels the head of his dick sink down into that tight, wet heat, muscles fluttering around him. He groans and Zac pulls back, letting his teeth scrape just barely against the underside of his shaft.
He closes that sweet mouth around Jensen’s slit and sucks hard, making Jensen cry out. Jared’s hand is back around the shaft, squeezing and stroking up slow, and Zac looks up at them again.
“Enough,” Jensen says roughly, and Zac sighs as Jensen pushes him away. “Unless you don’t want me to fuck you?” Zac looks up at him and swallows, lips shiny red with spit and spunk, and Jensen strokes his thumb roughly across them. “You can suck Jared. Get that big cock in your mouth and suck him ‘til he comes down your throat. Want that?”
“Shit,” Zac breathes. “You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me.”
Jensen grins and rolls away from Jared, leaving his dick standing out from his body, so big and hard, all shiny wet from how much he’s leaking. Zac crawls forward on his knees and sucks him into his mouth without preamble, and Jared sways a bit as his eyes slam shut.
“Oh god, fuck,” he moans, and Jensen steps up behind Zac to grab Jared’s chin and kiss him. Jared whimpers into his mouth, too overcome with pleasure to kiss him with any real coordination.
“I’m gonna fuck him while you watch,” Jensen says, still holding Jared’s chin. “While you fuckin’ hold him up for me.”
Jared whimpers and Jensen reaches down to cup Zac’s cheek, thumb digging in to feel Jared’s cock sliding in and out. He plays with Zac’s hair and then gets down on his knees, hooking his chin over Zac’s shoulder.
“Mm, look at you,” Jensen breathes, and Zac shudders when Jensen wraps an arm around him. “Taking it all like that. Such a good boy.”
Zac whimpers and Jensen pulls him back, making Jared’s dick slip from his lips. He turns Zac’s head and kisses him, deep and filthy, licking the taste of Jared out of his mouth. He hears Jared groan above him, and Jensen drags Zac’s mouth forward until they’re kissing around the head of Jared’s cock, tongues licking across the slit to tangle together. Jensen pulls away and Zac wastes no time in sucking Jared back down, wrapping one slender hand around his shaft and jerking in time with his thrusts.
Jensen gets up and kisses Jared again before sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking himself lazily as he watches Zac at work. “You’re close, aren’t you, baby?” Jared nods and cradles the back of Zac’s head in his hand. “Come for me. Wanna see you paint his pretty face with it.”
Jared lets out a sharp cry and bucks his hips forward. He pulls his cock out of Zac’s mouth and another spurt hits his chin, another on his cheek. Zac groans and licks his lips, panting harshly as he looks up at Jared.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jensen says as he thumbs at the head of his dick. “Come here, Zac.”
Zac crawls dazedly towards the bed and Jensen hauls him up by his armpits, laying him out in the middle of the bed and crawling over him. He looks him over and then leans in to lick Jared’s come from his cheek, humming as he savors the taste on his tongue. He cleans him thoroughly, and smiles when he feels the bed dip with Jared’s weight.
“Up near his head, baby,” Jensen instructs, and he positions Jared on his knees on either side of Zac’s head, and then drapes him between Jared’s thighs. “Hold him up for me, want you to see.”
Jared nods and pulls Zac up a little, until his head is resting against Jared’s sternum, arms around his chest as Zac hooks his elbows over his thighs. Jensen nudges Zac’s legs open and he parts them easily, looking up at Jensen with hungry eyes.
“Gonna fuck you so good,” Jensen promises, and leans down to lick across the head of Zac’s cock. His hips jolt up and Jensen chuckles roughly, letting Zac’s dick slide into his mouth. He sucks leisurely, humming softly when Jared and Zac moan in unison. He pulls off and lets his mouth trailer lower, nuzzling at Zac’s balls before letting his tongue find his puckered hole and licking across it. Zac cries out and bucks up, so Jensen does it again. He holds out his hand and soon enough he hears a drawer open. A cool tube gets pressed into his palm and he sits back, admiring the pretty, spit-slick hole in front of him. “Ready for me?”
“Oh god, Jensen, please,” Zac begs, and Jared’s huge hand runs down the center of Zac’s stomach. Jensen gets two fingers slick with lube and presses them inside. Zac stutters out a moan and arches up, legs going wider at the intrusion. Jensen fingers him slowly, searching until he finds the right spot and then he presses in just to watch Zac cry out and jerk his hips so prettily.
Soon he adds a third finger and Zac is just writhing against Jared, whose eyes are blown black with lust. Jensen pulls his fingers out and Zac whines at the loss, so greedy for it. Jared passes him a condom and he tears it open, rolls it quickly down his cock and climbs between Zac’s legs. He pushes them up and back and then pushes in, burying himself in slick, tight heat.
Zac mewls, the sound going down Jensen’s spine like a caress as he buries himself inside. Zac’s hands go to Jensen’s shoulders, nails digging in as he arches his back. Jared wraps a strong arm around his shoulders and holds him down as Jensen starts to roll his hips.
“You feel so damn good,” Jensen groans as he pushes back in to the hilt. “Mm, Jared. He’s so tight.”
“Goddamn, Jensen,” Jared breathes. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“Stroke him for me, baby,” Jensen instructs. He grabs Zac’s hips and starts fucking in earnest, deep rolling thrusts that have Zac blabbering filth and praise, blue eyes blown dark as he watches Jensen’s face. Jared wraps a hand around Zac’s cock and strokes in time with Jensen’s thrusts, and that’s when he fucking loses it.
He pushes back against Jensen’s dick and up into Jared’s hand, a writhing mess of want between them. Jensen fucks in harder, hitting just the right spot each and every time. Zac is strung tight like an archer’s bow, every nerve on edge, and that’s when Jensen leans down to lightly scrape his thumbnail over the head of his dick while Jared strokes him.
Zac cries out like he’s dying, going completely still just before shooting all over his stomach and their hands. Jared strokes him through it and Jensen rubs his come into his belly, admiring the shine of it as he thrusts in deeper. His climax explodes out of him and he groans, tossing his head back as he empties into the condom. He bows his head for a moment, breathing sharply as he grips the base of the condom and pulls out.
Zac whimpers at the loss and Jensen flops down onto the bed next to him, pulling him up against his side as they come down. Jared slides out from under Zac and Jensen tips him into his side, leaning in to nuzzle wetly at his mouth. Jared gets up on his knees over them, one knee between each of their legs, and Jensen looks up at him lazily.
“Mm, looks like he needs our help,” Jensen pants, and he reaches up to wrap his hand around Jared’s dick. Zac does the same a bit dazedly, locking his fingers with Jensen’s around Jared’s cock and stroking with him.
“Fuck me, shit,” Jared grinds out. “So goddamn hot.”
And then he’s coming again, spurting thick ropes of it all over Zac and Jensen’s bellies. Jensen hums pleasantly and pulls their joined hands away, scooting over a bit as Jared crashes down next to them.
They’re a pile of limbs, sweat, and come, and Jensen is pretty sure Zac is half-asleep against his shoulder. He kisses Jared and then turns towards their guest, nuzzling at his swollen mouth.
“Have fun?” Jensen asks, and Zac chuckles softly.
“Understatement,” Zac replies, voice fucked raw. Jensen runs his fingers fondly through his hair and palms his cheek.
“Go to sleep,” Jensen tells him. “We’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”
Zac nods and curls in towards Jensen, wrapping an arm around his waist as Jensen turns to look at Jared. He looks awed, eyes locked on Jensen like he’s the greatest show on earth.
“I love you,” Jared pants out, and Jensen grins proudly.
“Course you do,” Jensen replies. He leans in for a kiss and then settles down, fingers trailing up and down Zac’s arm. “I’m fucking awesome.”
Jared rests his head on Jensen’s other shoulder and he wraps his arm around his boys, sleepy, sated, and happy.
Jensen is just full of good ideas. People should listen to him more often.
[end.]
♥
I'M NOT SORRY. But yeah, I'm definitely going to hell.
Title: wish for the release
Author:
_mournthewickedPairing: Jensen/Zac Efron/Jared
Rating: Adult.
Word Count: ~ 4,500
Warnings: Complete lack of anything resembling realism. (Or a plot.)
Disclaimer: This is about as fictional as it gets, people.
Summary: Jensen finds out about a particular fantasy of Jared's and when the opportunity to make it come true arises, Jensen just can't help himself. (Or: The one where Jared and Jensen pick up Zac Efron at a network party.)
Notes: Okay, so. Zac Efron is really starting to look like Jensen Ackles, as evidenced here. That was my inspiration. Also, the blame for this falls entirely to
kamikaze_redux, quidditchkiss, obstinatrix and the rest of the jerks on twitter. (♥!) From here on out, this pairing shall be referred to as Zefrackalecki™.[pdf version]
Oddly enough, it’s Misha that points it out.
“Hey Jensen,” he says one day over lunch. “There’s new buzz about you on the ol’ internets.”
“Is there,” Jensen says blandly. He stabs a cherry tomato with his fork and the juices go everywhere. Jared is inhaling a chicken sandwich so quickly that Jensen vaguely wonders if he’s acquired an ability to unhinge his jaw like a snake. Next he’ll move on to whole chickens. He might not even wait until they’re cooked.
“There is,” Misha confirms as he picks at a cookie with his slender fingers. “Apparently Zac Efron is turning into your doppelganger. It’s sending ovaries all over the globe into quite the tizzy.”
Jared suddenly chokes on his chicken (no pun intended), body curling in as his knees connect roughly with the underside of the table. Jensen and Misha both look over at him, and Jensen pats his back with mild concern until Jared finally dislodges the poultry from his windpipe. He looks at Jensen and then Misha and then down at the table with wide eyes, and doesn’t say anything as he grabs his drink and slurps it down.
“Okaaaay,” Misha continues. “Anyway, yeah. It’s actually sort of creepy. He cut his hair and got some muscle and threw on a leather jacket. Now he’s Jensen 2.0.”
“He wishes,” Jensen mumbles, shifting his weight a bit as he takes another bite of salad. Misha grins impishly. Jensen fucking hates that grin. Good things never come of it. Jared is just staring silently, eyes darting between them. He’s acting sort of odd, but it’s been sort of an odd day.
“Perhaps the two of you could get together and talk about how hard you have it, what with your both being so tragically beautiful and all.” Misha takes a drink of coffee and Jared stuffs a whole roll into his mouth. “Share beauty tips. Compare full lips and long eyelashes.”
“Is there something you want to tell me, Misha?” Jensen says with a raised brow, and Misha lifts his middle finger in reply.
And that’s the end of it, because their lunch break is over. Sam and Dean have demons to do battle with.
--
Later, after Jensen wraps for the day, he goes to his trailer to wait for Jared to finish up.
He’s bored, so he boots up his laptop to check his email. Curiosity gets the better of him, and against his better judgment, he does an image search for Zac Efron.
“Oh god,” Jensen mumbles as his screen fills with images from High School Musical. He’s still staring in horror when Jared clomps his way into the trailer.
“Hey,” Jared says, and leans over the laptop to plant a sloppy kiss on Jensen’s forehead. His eyes cast down to look at the screen and he freezes, hair falling into Jensen’s eyes. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t see it,” Jensen says as he pushes the laptop away. “The Zac thing. Misha’s bullshitting me, right?”
“Uh.” Jensen looks up and that’s when he notices that Jared’s cheeks are red. Bright red. Jared had stopped blushing around Jensen about the same time that they put their dicks in each other’s asses, so this is an interesting development. “He isn’t.”
“Oh my god,” Jensen says with a grin. “You knew. That’s why you were acting so weird at lunch. You have the hots for Zac Efron, you filthy perv.”
“He’s twenty-three or something,” Jared mumbles, the blush on his cheeks getting more prominent. “And he is starting to look like you, okay? It’s enough to keep a guy up at night.”
“Show me this wizardry.” Jensen spins the laptop around and Jared sighs, put upon, as he sits down and takes it.
“It’s just recently,” Jared says as he jabs at the keyboard. After a few moments he spins the laptop back around and Jensen’s eyes widen. “See?”
“Uh, maybe,” Jensen says. He studies the picture hard, even licks his lips. This Efron kid got hot. Perhaps that’s narcissistic thinking, but hey, Jensen knows he’s pretty. “Fine, I concede to your point.”
He looks up to see Jared staring at him, lips slack and eyes a bit dark. Jensen raises a brow.
“I sense a dirty fantasy brewing in that giant dome of yours,” Jensen says with a wicked grin. “You’re picturing us together, aren’t you? You want me to fuck him, you freak.”
“Uh.” Jared doesn’t say anything else, but Jensen doesn’t need him to. Now he knows, and he can definitely use this to his advantage. Jensen gets up and locks the door to his trailer, the click of it oddly satisfying to his ears. Jared actually gulps as Jensen walks over to him, smirking as he straddles Jared’s lap and sits down.
“Tell me what you think about,” Jensen says softly, and Jared bites his lip. “Come on, wanna hear it.”
“Thought about him on his knees,” Jared admits breathlessly. “That mouth on you, so fucking hot.”
Jensen hums and leans in to kiss Jared briefly, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth for just a moment before letting it slide free. He reaches down to cup Jared through his jeans and then smiles, slinking down to the floor.
“Not a terrible thing to imagine,” Jensen says as he opens Jared’s jeans and pulls him out, stroking lazily as he thinks about it. “I bet he gives good head. Bet he’d even swallow it with a smile. You think?”
“Oh god,” Jared pants. “Jensen, please.”
“Call me Zac,” Jensen says with a playful wink, humming pleasantly as he sucks Jared into his mouth.
--
They don’t mention the Zac thing again after that.
But Jensen pays more attention now, clicks links with the kid’s name when he’s trolling entertainment sites. Now that it’s been pointed out to him, he sort of can’t unsee it. They have the same jaw line, similar mouths. The kid even has fucking Dean Winchester hair, for fuck’s sake.
But eerie similarities aside, Jensen doesn’t think about it too much. Neither Jared nor Misha bring it up again, and it stays out of his mind, unimportant.
Until the party.
It’s some bullshit CW thing that they’ve been talked into attending. Jensen likes that they’re the social outcasts of the network. It makes him feel a little less ashamed to be on the same channel as Hellcats.
Speaking of said debacle of Wednesday night programming, the cast is mingling around the room. Jensen spins around to grab yet another champagne flute from a roaming waiter and that’s when he spots them.
Ashley Tisdale is chatting up Zac Efron across the room. She’s laughing at something he’s saying, and he’s smiling all big and pretty, and okay fine. He’s hot. Really hot. (Again, this may be his narcissism at play. He isn’t sure yet.)
“Holy shit,” Misha exclaims. He says it like it’s the most amusing thing he’s ever experienced, and Jared doesn’t even notice because he’s busy cramming mini quiches into his mouth. “Look who’s here.”
Jensen slinks up to Jared, leaning in closer than he should at a network party, but at that point he doesn’t really care.
“Ten o’clock,” Jensen whispers, a low rumble from deep in his throat. “Check it out.”
Jared furrows his brow, looks over his shoulder, and promptly chokes on his mini quiche. Jensen smirks and Misha laughs exuberantly as he slaps him on the back. A few people look their way, but that’s just fine. They’re just the Supernatural boys, slightly out there. Best just to leave them to their own devices.
“Oh my god,” Jared rasps. His eyes are all watery from choking and he swallows half a glass of champagne as he stares across the room.
“I’m going to go say hello,” Jensen says with a wink, and Jared grabs at him as he dances away.
“Jensen, do not even,” Jared says sternly, but Jensen just winks and wanders off while Jared stands there, slack-jawed and pink-cheeked with Misha guffawing into his shoulder.
Jensen works his way through the crowd purposefully, nodding and smiling perfunctorily at his colleagues but not stopping to talk until he reaches his goal. He’s unsurprised to feel Jared’s looming presence behind him, or to hear Misha’s snicker.
“Hello there,” Jensen says as he comes to a graceful stop in front of Ashley and Zac. She looks over at him with a pretty grin and Zac blinks a few times. “I just wanted to introduce myself.”
“Jensen Ackles,” Zac says in his boyish, charming voice. Jensen grins wolfishly and Jared lets out a nearly silent whimper behind him. “I know who you are. Been hearing your name a lot lately. Apparently I stole your haircut. And also your face. Perhaps I owe you an apology.”
He’s grinning, but his eyes are dark around the pupils, cornflower blue going indigo as Jensen stares at him. They shake hands and Jensen makes sure to brush his fingertips against the thin skin inside Zac’s wrist, just long enough to find his pulse and press in before letting go. Zac bites down on his fleshy bottom lip and Jensen tracks the movement with his eyes.
“Zac here’d make a good Winchester,” Ashley says with a sloppy smile, and Jensen notes her empty champagne glass. “I’m gonna go find another drink. You boys be nice to my date.”
“We’ll take real good care of him,” Jensen says lowly, and he doesn’t miss the way Zac’s eyes never leave his mouth. She walks away and Jensen turns to stand next to Zac, making sure to brush their shoulders. “I’m sure you know my co-stars, Misha Collins and Jared Padalecki.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Zac says, shaking both of their hands. He tilts his head back a bit to get a good look at Jared and oh yeah, they’re in.
“I haven’t seen a single thing that you’ve been in,” Misha says happily, and Zac lets out an amused snort.
“Likewise,” Zac retorts, and Misha just keeps smiling. It’s sort of hard to catch Misha when he’s not smiling, even if the rest of the world isn’t quite in on the joke.
“Glad we’re on the same page,” Misha tells him. He gives Jensen an amused, meaningful look, eyebrow quirking up knowingly. “Well, I’m going to leave you in the capable hands of Gigantor and your doppelganger here, because I’m out of booze. You kids have fun.”
They watch as Misha disappears back into the crowd, and Jensen places a hand low on Zac’s back as he turns in to speak to him.
“Jared here’s a big fan,” Jensen says lowly, and Jared’s eyes widen. “Look, he can’t even get a word out, he’s so nervous.”
“My co-star is an asshole,” Jared says pointedly before smiling tightly at Zac. “I’m fine.”
“So, people say we look alike,” Jensen says without preamble. He leans in close, almost so that his cheek is brushing Zac’s. “What do you say, Jared? Is the effect the same in the flesh?”
“Eyes,” Jared says absently, eyes slightly clouded. “Eyes are different. But, uh, yeah.”
“Hm, I wonder how else we’re similar,” Jensen says with an innocent smile on his lips and wickedness in his eyes. It’s a big risk, blatantly hitting on one of Hollywood’s biggest stars at a network party, but Jensen knows he didn’t make up the heat that he saw in Zac’s eyes. “Maybe we could go somewhere. Find out.”
Jared swallows hard, knuckles white around the stem of his champagne flute. Zac turns his head and raises an eyebrow at Jensen, who lets his eyes fall blatantly to Zac’s mouth. He leans in a bit closer, lips nearly brushing Zac’s ear. To anyone else, it probably looks like Jensen is just trying to be heard over the crowd.
“He’s thought about us,” Jensen says boldly, and he grins when he feels Zac shiver up against him. “Help me make his night. What do you say?”
“You make a tempting argument,” Zac replies, running his tongue over his bottom lip. Jensen’s eyes flash and Zac smirks. “Lead the way.”
Jensen keeps his hand on Zac’s back as he propels him forward, and Jared’s eyes nearly bug out of their sockets as they pass. He looks over his shoulder at Jared, waits for Zac to do the same.
“Well?” Jensen asks with a pretty grin. “You coming or not?”
Jared’s lips curl back over his teeth as he surges forward.
--
They decide to take a cab back to Jensen’s place.
It’s closer and more private, and Jensen really wants to make this last. They’re all smashed together in the backseat, Zac pressed between them. Jensen puts his hand on Zac’s thigh, lets his thumb brush the inseam and stroke back and forth just below his groin. He lets the back of his hand brush against the bulge in his pants like a promise, slow-firm push and slide before he takes his hand away.
Jensen can hear Zac’s breath pick up, feel his chest rise and fall, and he smirks proudly. He pays the driver when they finally come to a stop and he’s practically buzzing by the time he pushes his key in the lock and tumbles inside.
He barely gets the door shut before he grabs Zac and pushes him up against it, hips slotting together as he pins him up against the door and grins at him. Zac lets out this noise, something like a whimper, and Jensen leans in close enough to breathe in the scent of him.
He looks over his shoulder and makes sure Jared is watching, as if there was anywhere else he’d be looking, before he turns back and presses his mouth against Zac’s. Jared lets out a low curse and Jensen hums into the kiss, licking across lips almost as plush as his own before he pushes his tongue inside. Jensen keeps Zac’s hands pinned against the door and kisses him deeper, exploring the inside of his mouth until his lungs ache for the air they’re not getting.
Jensen finally pulls away and Zac gasps, eyes blown indigo and desperate with want as he flexes his wrists against Jensen’s hold.
“Mm, you’re a good kisser,” Jensen says, kissing that willing mouth again. “Do you have any idea what we’re gonna do to you?”
“An inkling,” Zac manages as he strains forward to try to catch Jensen’s mouth again. “Pretty sure I’m gonna enjoy it, too.”
“Oh, you will,” Jensen promises, and then turns his head to let Zac mouth at his throat. He catches Jared’s eye and grins at him. Jared looks so turned on that he can barely function, hands flexing at his sides as he watches them rut against each other. “Come on, baby. Why don’t we take this someplace a little more horizontal? Get these clothes off.”
Zac nods and lets himself be dragged along by Jensen, who stops to kiss Jared’s mouth, biting down on his bottom lip before pulling away. He takes Jared’s wrist in his other hand and drags them both into his bedroom, spinning them around so their backs are to the bed.
“Jared, why don’t you help Zac out of that suit,” Jensen suggests, and he smirks as they turn in towards each other. Jared looks like he’s at a loss, eyes tumbling across Zac’s body as he steps forward. “Kiss him.”
Their mouths meet like they were just waiting for permission. Jared grabs both sides of Zac’s face and tips his head back, tongue plunging between his lips. Zac moans and sags against him, fingers fumbling at the buttons on Jared’s shirt.
Jensen is so hard that he’s leaking in his slacks and he can’t look away. Damn, he has good ideas. Zac gets Jared’s shirt open and pushes it and his jacket down his arms, mouth going to Jared’s chest. Jared meets Jensen’s eye over his head and Jensen bites down on his tongue, grinning as he raises a brow. Jared blows him a kiss and Jensen chuckles roughly.
They undress each other hurriedly, neither one capable of letting their mouth leave skin for any period of time. Jensen’s dick twitches as Jared hooks his thumbs in Zac’s boxer briefs and drags them down, revealing slim hips and a stiff, pretty pink cock.
Jensen strips down to his underwear and walks up to them, pushing his way between them to wrap his arms around Zac’s shoulders. Jared presses up against his back, groaning softly as Jensen claims Zac’s mouth again.
“Such a hot fuckin’ mouth,” Jensen says roughly. “Jared wants to see it around my dick. Bet it’d look real nice.”
“Please,” Zac says, and Jensen groans as he lets his head fall back against Jared’s shoulder. Jared’s fingers slide into Jensen’s underwear and drag them down, huge hand wrapping around his dick as Zac slinks to his knees.
Jensen looks down and watches as Zac laps at the sticky-wet head of his dick, lips parting on a moan as he looks up with those baby blues. Jensen nods and Jared wraps his other arm around Jensen’s chest, pinching and flicking at a nipple as Zac opens wide and sucks him deep.
“Shit,” Jensen groans, hips rolling forward into that hot, wet mouth. Zac sucks him hard and slow, fingers curling around Jared’s on his cock. They stroke up in tandem, squeezing more fluid from the slit that Zac licks up greedily. Jensen lets out a shaky exhale as Jared groans in his ear, hips rocking up against his ass as he watches Zac go down on him.
Zac pulls Jared’s hand away so he can go deeper, bobbing up and down on Jensen’s dick like a goddamn pro. He’s moaning for it, the little slut, and Jensen reaches down to tangle his fingers in hair so much like his own.
Zac reaches up to grab his hips, fingernails digging in as he sucks Jensen down his throat. He feels the head of his dick sink down into that tight, wet heat, muscles fluttering around him. He groans and Zac pulls back, letting his teeth scrape just barely against the underside of his shaft.
He closes that sweet mouth around Jensen’s slit and sucks hard, making Jensen cry out. Jared’s hand is back around the shaft, squeezing and stroking up slow, and Zac looks up at them again.
“Enough,” Jensen says roughly, and Zac sighs as Jensen pushes him away. “Unless you don’t want me to fuck you?” Zac looks up at him and swallows, lips shiny red with spit and spunk, and Jensen strokes his thumb roughly across them. “You can suck Jared. Get that big cock in your mouth and suck him ‘til he comes down your throat. Want that?”
“Shit,” Zac breathes. “You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me.”
Jensen grins and rolls away from Jared, leaving his dick standing out from his body, so big and hard, all shiny wet from how much he’s leaking. Zac crawls forward on his knees and sucks him into his mouth without preamble, and Jared sways a bit as his eyes slam shut.
“Oh god, fuck,” he moans, and Jensen steps up behind Zac to grab Jared’s chin and kiss him. Jared whimpers into his mouth, too overcome with pleasure to kiss him with any real coordination.
“I’m gonna fuck him while you watch,” Jensen says, still holding Jared’s chin. “While you fuckin’ hold him up for me.”
Jared whimpers and Jensen reaches down to cup Zac’s cheek, thumb digging in to feel Jared’s cock sliding in and out. He plays with Zac’s hair and then gets down on his knees, hooking his chin over Zac’s shoulder.
“Mm, look at you,” Jensen breathes, and Zac shudders when Jensen wraps an arm around him. “Taking it all like that. Such a good boy.”
Zac whimpers and Jensen pulls him back, making Jared’s dick slip from his lips. He turns Zac’s head and kisses him, deep and filthy, licking the taste of Jared out of his mouth. He hears Jared groan above him, and Jensen drags Zac’s mouth forward until they’re kissing around the head of Jared’s cock, tongues licking across the slit to tangle together. Jensen pulls away and Zac wastes no time in sucking Jared back down, wrapping one slender hand around his shaft and jerking in time with his thrusts.
Jensen gets up and kisses Jared again before sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking himself lazily as he watches Zac at work. “You’re close, aren’t you, baby?” Jared nods and cradles the back of Zac’s head in his hand. “Come for me. Wanna see you paint his pretty face with it.”
Jared lets out a sharp cry and bucks his hips forward. He pulls his cock out of Zac’s mouth and another spurt hits his chin, another on his cheek. Zac groans and licks his lips, panting harshly as he looks up at Jared.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jensen says as he thumbs at the head of his dick. “Come here, Zac.”
Zac crawls dazedly towards the bed and Jensen hauls him up by his armpits, laying him out in the middle of the bed and crawling over him. He looks him over and then leans in to lick Jared’s come from his cheek, humming as he savors the taste on his tongue. He cleans him thoroughly, and smiles when he feels the bed dip with Jared’s weight.
“Up near his head, baby,” Jensen instructs, and he positions Jared on his knees on either side of Zac’s head, and then drapes him between Jared’s thighs. “Hold him up for me, want you to see.”
Jared nods and pulls Zac up a little, until his head is resting against Jared’s sternum, arms around his chest as Zac hooks his elbows over his thighs. Jensen nudges Zac’s legs open and he parts them easily, looking up at Jensen with hungry eyes.
“Gonna fuck you so good,” Jensen promises, and leans down to lick across the head of Zac’s cock. His hips jolt up and Jensen chuckles roughly, letting Zac’s dick slide into his mouth. He sucks leisurely, humming softly when Jared and Zac moan in unison. He pulls off and lets his mouth trailer lower, nuzzling at Zac’s balls before letting his tongue find his puckered hole and licking across it. Zac cries out and bucks up, so Jensen does it again. He holds out his hand and soon enough he hears a drawer open. A cool tube gets pressed into his palm and he sits back, admiring the pretty, spit-slick hole in front of him. “Ready for me?”
“Oh god, Jensen, please,” Zac begs, and Jared’s huge hand runs down the center of Zac’s stomach. Jensen gets two fingers slick with lube and presses them inside. Zac stutters out a moan and arches up, legs going wider at the intrusion. Jensen fingers him slowly, searching until he finds the right spot and then he presses in just to watch Zac cry out and jerk his hips so prettily.
Soon he adds a third finger and Zac is just writhing against Jared, whose eyes are blown black with lust. Jensen pulls his fingers out and Zac whines at the loss, so greedy for it. Jared passes him a condom and he tears it open, rolls it quickly down his cock and climbs between Zac’s legs. He pushes them up and back and then pushes in, burying himself in slick, tight heat.
Zac mewls, the sound going down Jensen’s spine like a caress as he buries himself inside. Zac’s hands go to Jensen’s shoulders, nails digging in as he arches his back. Jared wraps a strong arm around his shoulders and holds him down as Jensen starts to roll his hips.
“You feel so damn good,” Jensen groans as he pushes back in to the hilt. “Mm, Jared. He’s so tight.”
“Goddamn, Jensen,” Jared breathes. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“Stroke him for me, baby,” Jensen instructs. He grabs Zac’s hips and starts fucking in earnest, deep rolling thrusts that have Zac blabbering filth and praise, blue eyes blown dark as he watches Jensen’s face. Jared wraps a hand around Zac’s cock and strokes in time with Jensen’s thrusts, and that’s when he fucking loses it.
He pushes back against Jensen’s dick and up into Jared’s hand, a writhing mess of want between them. Jensen fucks in harder, hitting just the right spot each and every time. Zac is strung tight like an archer’s bow, every nerve on edge, and that’s when Jensen leans down to lightly scrape his thumbnail over the head of his dick while Jared strokes him.
Zac cries out like he’s dying, going completely still just before shooting all over his stomach and their hands. Jared strokes him through it and Jensen rubs his come into his belly, admiring the shine of it as he thrusts in deeper. His climax explodes out of him and he groans, tossing his head back as he empties into the condom. He bows his head for a moment, breathing sharply as he grips the base of the condom and pulls out.
Zac whimpers at the loss and Jensen flops down onto the bed next to him, pulling him up against his side as they come down. Jared slides out from under Zac and Jensen tips him into his side, leaning in to nuzzle wetly at his mouth. Jared gets up on his knees over them, one knee between each of their legs, and Jensen looks up at him lazily.
“Mm, looks like he needs our help,” Jensen pants, and he reaches up to wrap his hand around Jared’s dick. Zac does the same a bit dazedly, locking his fingers with Jensen’s around Jared’s cock and stroking with him.
“Fuck me, shit,” Jared grinds out. “So goddamn hot.”
And then he’s coming again, spurting thick ropes of it all over Zac and Jensen’s bellies. Jensen hums pleasantly and pulls their joined hands away, scooting over a bit as Jared crashes down next to them.
They’re a pile of limbs, sweat, and come, and Jensen is pretty sure Zac is half-asleep against his shoulder. He kisses Jared and then turns towards their guest, nuzzling at his swollen mouth.
“Have fun?” Jensen asks, and Zac chuckles softly.
“Understatement,” Zac replies, voice fucked raw. Jensen runs his fingers fondly through his hair and palms his cheek.
“Go to sleep,” Jensen tells him. “We’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”
Zac nods and curls in towards Jensen, wrapping an arm around his waist as Jensen turns to look at Jared. He looks awed, eyes locked on Jensen like he’s the greatest show on earth.
“I love you,” Jared pants out, and Jensen grins proudly.
“Course you do,” Jensen replies. He leans in for a kiss and then settles down, fingers trailing up and down Zac’s arm. “I’m fucking awesome.”
Jared rests his head on Jensen’s other shoulder and he wraps his arm around his boys, sleepy, sated, and happy.
Jensen is just full of good ideas. People should listen to him more often.
[end.]
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