Part Tags: phone sex, slight crack, embarrassment, nerves, fear, tension, awkwardness, thrill of getting caught, masturbation
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Jensen’s POV
“Fuck, I wish you were here, baby girl,” Jensen huffed, holding his cell to his ear and staring up at the hotel ceiling.
“Me too,” she sighs, “I’ve been walking around in that little red outfit you like all day and no one has come to fuck me in it.”
Jensen scoffs, shaking his head. “I should hope not, not while I’m away.” Then his mind wanders to that little red outfit in question, and he bites his bottom lip for a moment. “Got any photos of that outfit?” he tries to ask casually.
“Why? Just so you can torture yourself?” she giggles.
“Something like that, I’ve got a bit of time to kill before the con, and I think I know how I wanna spend it,” he tells her with a smug grin she won’t see, but will probably hear in his voice.
“Fine, if you wanna be a masochist,” she relents. “Check your texts.”
Jensen pulls the phone away from his ear, putting Y/N on speaker as he loads their texts and finds a photo of her in that very outfit, posing in front of the full length mirror they have in their bedroom.
“Jesus, sweetheart, I’ll never grow tired of that view,” he grunts.
“And I’ll never grow tired of how hard it makes you,” she retorts playfully. “Are you getting hard right now?”
“You know I am,” he scoffs, because they both know how ludicrous the question is. “Everytime I see you in that, I just want to shove the crotch to one side and bury my cock inside you.”
“Oh really?” she giggles slightly. “Maybe you should say that again in your Dean voice.”
“Seriously?” Jensen asks, though he can’t help but smirk a little. Ever since he used his Dean voice for that scene, Y/N has taken a keen interest in it.
“Please, baby?” she begs sweetly. “You know how wet it makes me, and I need help getting that dildo you bought me recently inside me.”
“Jesus,” Jensen grunts, reaching down to palm at his ever growing erection through his jeans. “Everytime I see you in that red number, sweetheart, I just wanna bury my cock deep inside that sweet little pussy,” he rephrases, his ‘Dean voice’ dripping off of his tongue.
“Fuck, Dean,” she mewls.
“You like that, sweetheart? You like the thought of me fucking you, I’m so hard for you,” he continues, not letting his voice waver.
“Ye-yeah, De, I like that,” she gasps.
“That’s it, baby girl, touch yourself f’me,” he commands, beginning to unzip his jeans to get inside and offer himself some relief. But the sound of his hotel door closing startles him, and he soon realises that Jared is standing right there, just staring at him with raised eyebrows.
“Jesus Christ, Jar,” he grunts, quickly pulling his zip up once again. “Don’t you knock?”
“No, you know I don’t,” Jared replies with a scoff.
“Oh shit, call me later baby,” Y/N giggles on the other end of the phone, and Jensen barely thinks to reply as he hears her hang up.
Jared’s eyes glance to Jensen’s cell and he clears his throat. “Ready to go, Dean?” he asks, a smirk on his lips.
“Fucking hell,” Jensen complains, sitting up and sliding himself off of his bed. “You didn’t hear any of that,” he insists.
“Oh I heard something,” Jared continues to tease. “Dean,” he adds just to rub salt in the wound deeper. Jensen glares at him, and Jared instantly holds his hands up in defense. “You’re the one that told me to come to your room before we head to the con.”
“Whatever,” Jensen grumbles, still a little embarrassed, but more importantly still a whole lot turned on.
Jensen is trying to avoid Jared’s gaze, because all Jared wants to do is tease him for the phone call he walked in on. Y/N, of course, is finding the whole situation particularly amusing as Jensen grumbles to her over text, but he finds himself not staying mad long, because he keeps accidentally scrolling back to the photo she’d sent him earlier on, and wishing he was anywhere but a green room in a hotel for a con.
“I just overheard the weirdest conversation between a group of fans out there,” Osric announces as he steps into the room, pointing back over his shoulder. He realises he’s got most people’s attention so he elaborates. “They’re freaking out about some Dean Winchester pornstar.”
“Like a lookalike?” Jared asks, and Jensen sits up a little straighter, eager to know the answer to that question too.
His heart has begun beating a little harder in his chest, and he tells himself it would be ridiculous for anyone to recognise him when he’s been so careful, and Y/N’s disguises are so believable. Besides, the fans don’t even know what she looks like yet. And Osric did just say Dean Winchester and not Jensen Ackles, so that’s gonna mean something, right?
“I don’t know, just heard one of the girls say he sounds just like him,” Osric shrugs, taking a seat completely oblivious to the panic he’s risen inside his co-star.
Jensen quickly realises that people are looking at him now.
“What?” he prompts, his voice coming out a little squeakier than he’d hoped.
“Not living a secret double life, are you?” Misha teases with a shit eating grin.
“Him? Do porn?” Rich pipes up, scoffing like the very idea is ludicrous, and Jensen hopes everyone keeps that very incorrect perception of him.
“How does that make you feel, Jen? Some guy using your character like that?” Osric prompts.
“Hey, if someone can do a good Dean impression, I can’t stop them,” Jensen argues, trying his best to seem as nonchalant about it as possible.
But inside, he’s completely freaking out. It’s a little too much of a coincidence that some guy that sounds just like Dean Winchester would just crop up at exactly around the same time Jensen started leaning into his Dean voice more and more for their secret videos, right? He needs to check their profile, see if there’s any indication that he’s been found. It would be one thing for a friend to find his profile, but if it’s floating around the fandom now, that can’t be good at all.
“Y’know, I just realised I left something back at my room. I think I’ll just go back and get it,” he announces, getting up.
“Dude our panel is in ten minutes,” Jared speaks up, stopping Jensen in his tracks.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath.
“If you’re rushing off to check out the competition, dude, we can load something up right here,” Rich offers with a cheeky grin.
“What? No, I don’t wanna see that,” Jensen retorts, crinkling his nose in as much genuine disgust as he can fake.
He can barely look in Jared’s direction when his best friend’s brow pulls into a suspicious frown, and Jensen hopes he’s not that transparent, or things are about to get very ugly.
“Urm hi,” the fan giggles down the mic. “I’m really sorry about this, but I lost a bet,” she begins, clearing her throat, and Jensen and Jared share a look between them, wondering what the hell is about to happen. “Jensen, I don’t know if you’re aware but the last few days there’s been these urm… videos going around of a guy that sounds like Dean,” she explains, her voice breathy as she gets more and more flustered.
Instantly Jensen’s heart stops for a second, and he tells himself to act the hardest he’s ever acted. Act innocent, act like someone who has no idea about these videos or this guy. Act like he isn’t about to freak the fuck out.
“Like an impersonator?” Jensen asks, trying to remain ignorant, hoping they can avoid the very big and very scary elephant in the room.
“Urm, kinda,” she squeaks.
“IT’S PORN!” Someone in the audience yells out. There’s giggles and cheers that erupt around the crowd, and Jensen quickly acts surprised by the revelation.
“Really?” he asks.
“Real porn?” Jared pipes up, clearly getting the memo that they didn’t just talk about this in the green room. The audience reply yes, which makes him chuckle slightly.
“I was wondering if you knew about him and how you feel about it?” she finally asks.
“Urm… no I didn’t know about it,” he lies. He pauses for moment, trying to figure out what the fuck to say that will make this entire situation go away, but he’s coming up blank.
“Is there a Sam impersonator too?” Jared asks, everyone replying no. “Aw man, I got some work to do.”
Jensen genuinely laughs at Jared’s comment, happy to have been bought some more time, before he finally thinks up something.
“I don’t know how I feel about that,” he confesses, realising that while he is completely freaking out about getting caught, this might be the biggest thrill he ever has and ever will experience, and isn’t that what he and Y/N have always been seeking? “I guess I can’t control what other people do, and if they can do a good impression of Dean then…” he shrugs, not sure how to finish his sentence. “Does he look like Dean?” he asks next, trying to seem as ignorant as possible to the entire situation.
“You don’t see his face at all… apparently, I’ve never watched one, obviously,” the girl adds, making everyone laugh.
“Mhm,” he replies, nodding his head and pretending to believe her. “Well, I know Dean wouldn’t care if someone was impersonating him, so there’s that,” he finally offers. “We should move onto the next question because that’s… yeah let’s move on,” he insists, and he looks over at Jared who seems completely amused by the entire encounter.
Jensen’s heart barely returns to normal after that, even if he did just narrowly dodge a bullet.
“I’m not gonna lie, I’m impressed that girl had the balls to bring that up,” Jared tells Jensen on their walk back to the green room.
“Right? Who asks that?” Jensen wonders. Jared stops, prompting Jensen to also stop as he turns to face his best friend and frowns slightly.
“It’s not… it’s not you, right Jen?” he asks.
“What?” Jensen can only think to reply.
“I just… wanted to be sure after what I overheard this morning,” Jared defended. “You know I won’t judge you.”
“Dude, c’mon,” Jensen tries to blow him off, shaking his head, but completely aware he absolutely cannot lie to his best friend.
“Okay, well… if it was theoretically you,” Jared begins. “Then I’d tell you to be careful, and think about everything you’d be putting on the line.”
“People don’t think it’s me, they think it’s Dean… a fictional character,” Jensen tries to argue, not really lying. “In case you haven’t noticed, Jar, I’m not Dean…” – less of a truth.
“Okay,” Jared nods, “just something to think about.”
Jared continues to walk, but Jensen stays rooted to the spot, wondering if Jared has figured it out. Jared knowing wouldn’t be the end of the world, given he trusts that man with every other secret he’s ever had, but still, Jensen kind of likes it being something only he and Y/N knows, and he wants to keep it that way if he can.
The second Jensen’s finally alone in his hotel room he locks the door to ensure Jared can’t just walk in like he did that morning. He’s quick to bolt over to his laptop, loading it up and finding their profile online. There’s been an influx of subscribers since he last looked, nearly at 100K now, and some of their videos are nearing 1 million views, especially the ones he’s used his Dean voice in.
The very slim chance Jensen thought there might’ve been that they were in fact talking about someone else is ripped away from him, especially when he clicks on the most viewed video of theirs and scrolls to the comments.
Dean Winchester is that you?
This is the Dean CW won’t show us
Jesus I wish supernatural was this hot
Even his hands look like Dean’s 🥵
She’s the luckiest girl ever, bet she doesn’t even know who Dean Winchester is
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Jensen groans.
But he tries to steady his thoughts, reminding himself of the very thing that he’d told Jared earlier on. No one is actually accusing Jensen of doing this. In fact, as far as he can see so far, his name doesn’t even come up, it’s only mentions of Dean. People must truly think that this guy is some nobody that either sounds like Dean, or is intentionally doing an impression of him. No one even suspects Jensen. At least, it doesn’t seem like they do.
He’s getting away with this. People know, and yet he’s still getting away with this.
The only thing he can think that would be more thrilling is fucking Y/N behind some thin veil where everyone they know can see their shadows, but no one can tell it’s them.
Patiently waiting for a full on Dean Winchester roleplay, please 😏🙏🏽
Or that. That would be thrilling too.
Jensen can’t ignore it anymore; he’s painfully hard behind his jeans. He grabs his cell and dials Y/N’s number before he can change his mind, the toxic mix of fear and arousal sparking the adrenaline pumping through his veins is probably fucking with his common sense, but he doesn’t even care right now.
“Hey baby girl, I’ve had an idea for our next scene,” he tells her immediately, the very thought is finding him reaching into his jeans to relieve the pressure on his throbbing cock. “How would you like to roleplay one of Dean’s sex scenes?”
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