RPF (actor), Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, nipple ring
Hm.
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The shop is set between a chic boutique and an empty lot, right off Main and down a narrow alley with benches for the tourists and antiquers to stop and sit and relax when the shopping just gets to be too much to handle. He’s passed the place a few times, stumbled by after a night of drunken debauchery with his boys, gazed through the windows and watched the skinny kid with the nose ring and ear gauges tatting up some biker, some chick getting her boyfriends initials permanently etched into her skin for all the world to see when they break up. He’s never actually thought about going inside, though.
The faux-leather sticks to the skin of his naked back, gives easy under his clenched fingers and it’s cold in the room, colder than any one place has any right to be in a Texas Summer no matter how high the A/C is on. Paintings line the walls because the guy who does the piercing shares the shop with an artist and Jared finds himself staring at something dark and emo and painted red. Something Sam Winchester would probably have hanging on his walls if he ever got to settle down long enough to have some.
He isn’t there because one of his stupid buddies dared him to or because he’s going through some mid-life crisis, though those reasons are understandable and probably a little easier for he himself to swallow and not stutter through if someone were to ask him what the hell he was thinking. He’s there because he saw the way Jensen’s eyes went dark at the very idea of it. The way his own traitorous cock twitched at seeing Jensen so worked up over it. He sure as hell better be getting some after this.
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When he finally makes it back to Vancouver, hiatus over and one or five phone calls from Kripke telling him to get his giant ass on a plane and back to work later he’s standing in front of Jensen’s apartment, itching idly at the skin of his chest, trying to be careful not to irritate it, trying not to come in his pants at the idea of Jensen wrapping his lips around --
“Jared! S’good to see you, man.”
Jensen takes him into a hug and Jared winces ‘cause he’s still a little tender, thinks the guy might’ve done somethin’ to him when he’d blacked out for a minute or two. Jensen notices how he stiffens up and throws him a quizzical look. Jared just gives him a smile before pushing his friend back inside his apartment, hand never leaving the small of his back as he kicks Jensen’s door shut behind him.
He doesn’t say anything, just looks Jensen dead in the eye and lifts his shirt and Jensen’s still staring at him like he’s gone crazy until his gaze lowers and lands on the piercing. It’s just a small bar through his right nipple, almost can’t see it, but he knows how it shines when it catches the light, knows the shiver it sends through him when it’s tugged.
Again Jensen’s eyes go dark and he licks his lips, Jared’s name barely a whisper passing between them and he never stops looking at the silver stud as Jared steps closer. “I thought,” Jared’s throat has suddenly gone dry and he swallows. “I thought you and me, could --”
He doesn’t get a chance to finish before Jensen is pushing him back against the wall, mouth pressed securely over Jared’s, tongue licking moisture back into his lips.
“Yeah, Jay. Yeah.”
A last kiss to Jared’s lips and Jensen’s making his way down the rest of his body, a hot press and careful swipe over his nipple, getting it nice and wet before Jensen drops to his knees.