SASQUATCH COCKFEST '07 - Week 4/5 (original) (raw)

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I know, I KNOW. But Jub-Jub fest and Chubby!fic kind of ate my brain. More on that story as it develops...

So this is the last Cocktoberfest post! I'll write a nifty round-up of EVERYTHING you guys did, so if you've been procrastinating as bad as I have, NOW IS THE TIME. Cut off date is 1 week from now, so get your Cockzilla porn on! By November 7th!

Prompts:

• Thanksgiving with a Sasquatch (What? I like getting a jump on the holidays!)
• The old standard: Bodyswap wherein Jensen/Dean realizes just what Jared/Sam is PACKING.
• AU: Jared's an underwear model. Jensen is the tailor who has to take his briefs out. HEE.
• From an AIM convo with fourfreedoms:
  Sam has sex with a girl, but she's really stressed out and he's really big
  so he gets stuck in there
  like that episode of ER
• Where do YOU think Cockzilla will be ten years from now?

Sasquatch! In 3-D:

Jensen leaning in close, face nuzzling his own as his stubble scrapes his cheek. He probably smells like morning, sex and sleep and that cute little spot of drool he sometimes leaves on the pillow, but he always tastes like coffee. Warm, bitter and pungent against his tongue, his teeth–

Next it's Jensen licking his finger to turn the page, curled up against his chest with the magazine chuckling softly at The Ethicist and pressed up against his chest. Mouth set in a soft smile as his eyes dart back and forth over the words, the arm wrapped around him tightening and rubbing his shoulder, so he cocks his head over to look–

Jensen kissing him, mouths pressed close to his own, and moving against one another in some strange dance for control. His hands holding Jensen's face, fingers stretching all the way to his hairline, alternately keeping him close and locking him in place so he can't get away. Not that he'd want to, the way Jensen devours his mouth like a starving man. The way Jensen lets him bite and suck and lick back, gives as good as he gets if not more–

They're fucking, nothing is seen below the waist but he knows what's happening. He holds Jensen, arms wrapped around his belly and chest and his mouth clamped firmly down on the juncture of his neck. The way Jensen bucks against him as he's taken from behind, lust-drunk eyes and red-wet mouth, and everything on him covered in sweat looking like perfection and sex and–

Jared suddenly stands up and leaves the room, the rough cut of the movie still playing on the screen. He's vaguely aware of Sandy and Jensen calling after him, but he ignores them and makes a beeline for the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Jared flops down on the bed and throws an arm over his forehead.

He had to steal away, couldn't watch another moment of him and Jensen without completely losing it. Just, the way he was looking at him, with such care, such devotion in his eyes. The way he could recall the sense-memory of every moment she put up there; every smell and feel and taste of him.

Jared's hand slides downward, unbuckling his fly and dipping into his pants. Large hand wrapping around an equally large cock, steadily growing with arousal. The blood rushing to his groin and his hand starting to squeeze and stroke as he thinks of Jensen's smell in the morning. The rough scratch of stubble on his face. The way he looks when he eats a buttered roll and gets a shiny little swipe of it in the corner of his mouth. How he likes to play with his tongue and fold it in three, and lick his cock like a damn popsicle, from bottom to top and top to bottom. The way Jensen buries his nose in Jared's shoulder when it's cold.

"Not that I'm gonna stop you, because Christ you're hot... But wouldn't you rather let me take care of it?" Jensen's voice says from the corner of the room. Jared opens his eyes to see Jensen smirking, staring at him. Jared's got his pants and boxers rucked down about his hips, bucking into his own hand, moaning and crying out his name. Jared nods dumbly.

Jensen crosses over to the bed and crawls up next to him, taking his cock in hand and starting to flick his tongue against the head.

"Nnngh, Jensen!" Jared moans.

Jensen doesn't answer as his mouth descends onto his dick, slowly sucking at it, taking in as much as he can. Jared fists the sheets but it isn't enough so he fists Jensen's hair and yanks him off, pulls him up to kiss and gets a mouthful of spit and precome. Jared won't relent so Jensen finishes him off on top of him, fisting and rubbing against him frantically while Jared locks onto his mouth and doesn't let go.

When he's spent, and Jensen has also come (Jared eagerly obliges him a blowjob of his very own), they lie together. Jared murmurs and calls him "Jub-Jub," but Jensen doesn't really mind it so much anymore.

"Nothing beats the real thing, huh Jay?" Jensen asks, kissing his cheek.

"I never knew you looked at me like that." Jared blurts out, and immediately wants to take back, but Jensen laughs and turns his head to face him, their eyes meeting.

"I've always looked at you like that."

And Jared sees it.

***

Sandy packs up her reels and declares the screening a success, mainly because they've both unwittingly signed off on the NC-17 cut, and a form to let her present it at Cannes.

HI! Hi pretty giant boy! Yes, you!

Oh, and Jub-Jub too. He's got his very own month coming up, aren't you proud of him?

"Well yeah, November is National November Jub-Jub month, hadn't you heard?"

"Hey, just so long as I still have the biggest gun here." :D

Awww, he's so proud of his little Jub-Jub. And huge.

Trick or Treat! I choose CANDY!

Coyote Shivers - Sugar High

Marcy Playground - Sex And Candy

Nina Simone - I Want A Little Sugar In My Bowl

Veruca Salt - The Speed of Candy

Bow Wow Wow - I Want Candy (Kevin Shields Remix)

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!