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25 July 2007 @ 08:31 pm
dog day afternoon {Jensen/Alona}  
Title: dog day afternoon
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Alona Tal
Word Count: 495
Warnings: Sex. Voyeurism.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own them. If I did, do you really think Marcos would be in the picture? Um, no.
Prompt: Freefalling in 500 Words (spn_het_love)
Summary: Jensen's face grew red, making his freckles stand out. "They're watching."
Notes: A crazy idea I got while watching Bill Engvall.


The door bounced against the wall, two bodies stumbling through, a panting tangle of limbs. Shirt fell to the floor, jeans ripped open, the button bouncing and rolling away. Collapsing in a heaving mass on the bed, Alona rolled Jensen on his back, straddling his hips and pulling him up to a sitting position, crushing her lips against his. Her hand rested on his cheek, thumb running over his scruff, while the other stayed on his hip. His lips kissed down her throat, stopping at her shoulder.

"Hey, Al?"

"What's wrong?"

Jensen froze uncomfortably. "Nothing," he said awkwardly.

Alona shrugged it off and started in on his jeans, tugging them open so that a hand could slip inside. Jensen squirmed beneath her.

"What?" she asked, more than a little impatient.

Jensen's face grew red, making his freckles stand out. "They're watching."

Alona's face scrunched up and she looked over her shoulder to see what the hell he was talking about. Two dogs sat with their heads resting on the bottom of the bed, eagerly watching while tails wagged away.

"Just ignore them." She squeezed her grip on his cock.

Her reassuring grin got him back in the game. He pulled her close, kissing her softly, her hand against his groin spurring him on, aggression building. She moaned as he unhooked her bra, throwing it blindly across the room and cupping her breasts, palms rolling over her nipples. She tightened around his crotch.

Fuck, if she kept this up he'd never make it to the grand finale.

If there was one.

A wet nose poked him in the side.


Though not as awkward as seeing Alona's bra hanging from the canine's mouth.

Jensen shooed him away, trying to stay focused. He flipped Alona on her back, yanking her jeans out from under her and wriggling out of his own. Now or never; he didn't know how much longer it would go before the voyeurs killed the mood.

Alona sat up, hugging close to him, arms around him, fingers digging into his back when he slipped inside her. Knees clamped against his waist, she held on tight as he picked up momentum, pushing faster, harder, deeper with each buck of his hips. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, willing himself to hold out until she was through.

Something cold and wet prodded his butt, startling him, making him thrust deeper. She yelped and scraped her fingernails across his sides, biting into his shoulder. He must've hit the right spot afterall. The mixture of dull pain and heat clenching around his cock was too much. He tensed and shuddered as he came, the ringing of blood rushing in his ears almost enough to drown out the excited barking at the edge of the bed.

They sat there, limp in each other's arms, panting. Alona kissed his neck, cheek, lips, mumbling an exhausted, "Wow."

"Yeah," Jensen muttered. "Next time can we do it at my place?"

snoopoony on July 26th, 2007 05:02 pm (UTC)
*roflmao* that was the most hilarious/smut fic ever. I think I love you right now. So it was unsettling. I suspect the two dogs to be Alona/Jensen shippers. Can't really be mad at them for that though.
amus: tackles - cooldyinganthem on July 26th, 2007 05:11 pm (UTC)
Heehee. Can you blame them for shipping these two? :P I'm glad you liked it! And I hope the laughing helped to cheer you up some. ;)

*hugs* Love you too, hon!