RPF (actor), jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, hidden romance - Secreted Away
It happens anywhere, any time they get a free moment. Pushed up against the wall of the make-up trailer, hidden behind the flap of the catering tent, and one time Jared took him by surprise in wardrobe, fell right to his knees and sucked him off with Annie the chick in charge of making sure they have 400 pairs of the same jeans only a few feet away.
It’s exhilarating sure, but also nerve wracking because Jensen never knows when Jared’s going to tackle-hug him from behind and drag him off to some remote location on set. Jensen is a nervous fucking wreck, is what he is.
“Jay, man -ugh, fuck - we gotta stop.”
Jensen is on his hands and knees in Jared’s trailer, the younger man having grabbed him by the elbow as soon as the director called lunch break. Jensen was kind of starving and was looking forward to a sandwich or something after having missed breakfast, and usually Jared the human vacuum cleaner would’ve beaten him to Craft Services but apparently he had other plans.
“What are you talkin’ about,” Jared punctuates his question with another deep thrust and Jensen can feel the burns on the palms of his hands. “We’ve still got, shit, fifteen minutes.”
Jared reaches around, takes Jensen in hand and squeezes. Jensen lets out a low groan before he can stop himself and curses. And the thing is, Jensen knows okay? He knows there ain‘t gonna be no happy ever after, no engagements. He knows that this is all he‘s ever gonna have with Jared. But this sneaking around on set needs to stop before he has a heart attack.
“I’m not talking about that, Jared! I mean doin’ this stuff at work, what if someone catches us?”
Jared’s only answer is a grunt and a few more tugs on Jensen’s cock. He drapes himself along Jensen’s back and bites at the sweaty skin stretched taught over his shoulder blades. His callous-rough fingers drive Jensen to the edge and he can tell by the way Jared’s thrusts are a stutter-start that he isn’t too far behind.
“Man if you’re this coherent I’m doin’ somethin’ wrong.”
Another moan slips past Jensen’s lips and then he feels Jared stiffen and pulse hot and slick, burning him up on the inside. Jared’s grip on Jensen loosens so Jensen just pushes his useless hand away takes over.
Heat unwinds itself in his belly and a few more tugs and he’s there there when there’s a knock at the door. Some P.A. screaming at them to be on set now, slams his fist against the flimsy door one last time and Jensen is coming over his own fingers with a bitten off cry.
Jared slips out and Jensen falls forward to land on his belly, head cradled in his hands. He doesn’t have to see Jared to know the smirk is there.