FIC: To Leave His Mark (Jared/Jensen) RPS
TITLE: To Leave His Mark
SUMMARY: It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wished it had never gotten to this point.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Jared/Jensen, mentions of Jared/Sandy, Jared/Genevieve, Jensen/Danneel
NOTES: Set during the filming Supernatural Season Six
WORD COUNT: ~800, sorry for the shortness, but given the content, I didn’t want to make it much longer
BETA: Thanks to kaylashay81 for the speedy beta. All remaining mistakes are my own.
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, I don’t down Jared or Jensen, or anyone else for that matter.
WARNING: Cheating boys! Married, cheating boys! Let me repeat: Married, cheating boys! I know this is not everyone’s cup of tea, but given the prompt, I just went with a darker storyline, and the boys behind the cut are cheating.
WRITTEN FOR: salt_burn_porn, from reapertownusa’s prompt of until it all goes wrong again
WARNING: Cheating boys! Married, cheating boys! Let me repeat: Married, cheating boys! I know this is not everyone’s cup of tea, but given the prompt, I just went with a darker storyline, and the boys behind the cut are cheating.
~*~
A bead of sweat worked its way out of his hair, dipping into the corner of his eye, stinging and blurring his vision for a second before he was able to blink it out. His fingers flexed, momentarily releasing the soft cotton of his sheets, before he grabbed them again to brace against the next thrust. Teeth sunk into the soft junction where his shoulder met his neck and Jared winced, sucking in a quick breath of air as the teeth sunk deeper. It would leave a mark. A mark that he couldn’t afford.
His hips snapped back, meeting Jensen’s with a slap of slick skin, and he couldn’t contain the low moan that escaped his throat as Jensen bottomed out, did that swivel with his hips that made Jared’s toes curl before his hips drew back, a slow slide out of Jared.
“Are you trying to get us caught?” Jared hissed and Jensen released his hold on his neck, running his tongue over the mark, causing Jared’s skin to break out in goosebumps. Jared could feel Jensen’s laugh vibrate against his back and low in his ear and anger flared through him.
“Relax,” Jensen breathed, breath hot with the stale scent of cigarettes.
“Relax?” Jared bit back, pushing himself up off his elbows, snapping his upper body upwards, forcing Jensen back and away.
The position only forced Jensen’s hips forward, driving him into Jared again, and Jared clenched tight around him. His anger bled away as pleasure spiked through him.
“She’s not going to figure it out,” Jensen’s voice was calm, confident, borderline cocky, and held that edge of possessiveness that had started this whole mess in the first place.
Jensen reached around Jared’s hip, his fingers sliding across the damp flesh, before they reached his erection, wrapping around it, stroking down and giving it a tight, almost painful squeeze. Jared’s hips snapped forward into the grip and then back as the pressure turned almost painful.
“You aren’t going to tell her. Are you Jared?”
Jared shuddered and quickly shook his head, sweat dripping from his hair to his shoulders with the movement. No, telling her was the absolute last thing that would ever happen, at least if he could help it. But Jensen wasn’t helping. Marking one another wasn’t allowed, not after the first time. “No.”
Jensen’s hips started rocking again, short, hard thrusts that Jared worked to match, and Jensen loosened the grip on Jared’s erection just enough to let it slide through his fingers with every thrust of his hips. Jared’s head tilted back, baring his throat to Jensen. And Jensen leaned down, his teeth nipping at the column of Jared’s throat, pulling back before Jared could object; could remind him again what had happened the last time Jensen’s possessiveness had gotten the best of him. And Jared’s eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to remember the look on Sandy’s face when she had put it all together. When this thing, this thing that wasn’t supposed to matter, that was just supposed to be sex, came crashing down around him.
A quick twist of Jensen’s wrist on a down stroke brought Jared back to the present, and his eyes flew open, meeting Jensen’s over his shoulder in the mirror. “She’s not allowed here,” Jensen hissed, his green eyes were bright, vibrant, and just this side of angry. “None of them are,” he added, holding Jared’s gaze for a second, before Jared clenched around him on the next forward thrust, and Jensen’s eyes slid closed in ecstasy.
Jensen used his weight to push Jared back down to his elbows on the bed, changing the angle on his next thrust in, and Jared’s eyes rolled back in his head as Jensen slid across his prostate. Jared forced his eyes open though, meeting Jensen’s gaze again, and holding it as Jensen began fucking him in earnest.
Jared’s orgasm crashed over him, Jensen stroking him through it, as he fought to keep his eyes open, fought to hold Jensen’s gaze even as his eyes wanted to slide shut in the moment. This might have started out as sex, as nothing but two people getting off, but it has spun out of control for both of them, so very far out of control.
Jensen’s thrusts shortened, and then he was coming, flooding Jared as he pushed in deep. He collapsed forward, his chest sticking to Jared’s back, and Jared was glad he was resting on his elbows. Jensen reached forward with his left hand, settling it down on top of Jared’s, their fingers sliding together, rings, not matching as they rested against one another. Jared tilted his head to the side to stare at their rings, wishing, not for the first time, that they’d exchanged them with each other rather than the wives they’d left behind in L.A.
SUMMARY: It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wished it had never gotten to this point.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Jared/Jensen, mentions of Jared/Sandy, Jared/Genevieve, Jensen/Danneel
NOTES: Set during the filming Supernatural Season Six
WORD COUNT: ~800, sorry for the shortness, but given the content, I didn’t want to make it much longer
BETA: Thanks to kaylashay81 for the speedy beta. All remaining mistakes are my own.
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, I don’t down Jared or Jensen, or anyone else for that matter.
WARNING: Cheating boys! Married, cheating boys! Let me repeat: Married, cheating boys! I know this is not everyone’s cup of tea, but given the prompt, I just went with a darker storyline, and the boys behind the cut are cheating.
WRITTEN FOR: salt_burn_porn, from reapertownusa’s prompt of until it all goes wrong again
WARNING: Cheating boys! Married, cheating boys! Let me repeat: Married, cheating boys! I know this is not everyone’s cup of tea, but given the prompt, I just went with a darker storyline, and the boys behind the cut are cheating.
~*~
A bead of sweat worked its way out of his hair, dipping into the corner of his eye, stinging and blurring his vision for a second before he was able to blink it out. His fingers flexed, momentarily releasing the soft cotton of his sheets, before he grabbed them again to brace against the next thrust. Teeth sunk into the soft junction where his shoulder met his neck and Jared winced, sucking in a quick breath of air as the teeth sunk deeper. It would leave a mark. A mark that he couldn’t afford.
His hips snapped back, meeting Jensen’s with a slap of slick skin, and he couldn’t contain the low moan that escaped his throat as Jensen bottomed out, did that swivel with his hips that made Jared’s toes curl before his hips drew back, a slow slide out of Jared.
“Are you trying to get us caught?” Jared hissed and Jensen released his hold on his neck, running his tongue over the mark, causing Jared’s skin to break out in goosebumps. Jared could feel Jensen’s laugh vibrate against his back and low in his ear and anger flared through him.
“Relax,” Jensen breathed, breath hot with the stale scent of cigarettes.
“Relax?” Jared bit back, pushing himself up off his elbows, snapping his upper body upwards, forcing Jensen back and away.
The position only forced Jensen’s hips forward, driving him into Jared again, and Jared clenched tight around him. His anger bled away as pleasure spiked through him.
“She’s not going to figure it out,” Jensen’s voice was calm, confident, borderline cocky, and held that edge of possessiveness that had started this whole mess in the first place.
Jensen reached around Jared’s hip, his fingers sliding across the damp flesh, before they reached his erection, wrapping around it, stroking down and giving it a tight, almost painful squeeze. Jared’s hips snapped forward into the grip and then back as the pressure turned almost painful.
“You aren’t going to tell her. Are you Jared?”
Jared shuddered and quickly shook his head, sweat dripping from his hair to his shoulders with the movement. No, telling her was the absolute last thing that would ever happen, at least if he could help it. But Jensen wasn’t helping. Marking one another wasn’t allowed, not after the first time. “No.”
Jensen’s hips started rocking again, short, hard thrusts that Jared worked to match, and Jensen loosened the grip on Jared’s erection just enough to let it slide through his fingers with every thrust of his hips. Jared’s head tilted back, baring his throat to Jensen. And Jensen leaned down, his teeth nipping at the column of Jared’s throat, pulling back before Jared could object; could remind him again what had happened the last time Jensen’s possessiveness had gotten the best of him. And Jared’s eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to remember the look on Sandy’s face when she had put it all together. When this thing, this thing that wasn’t supposed to matter, that was just supposed to be sex, came crashing down around him.
A quick twist of Jensen’s wrist on a down stroke brought Jared back to the present, and his eyes flew open, meeting Jensen’s over his shoulder in the mirror. “She’s not allowed here,” Jensen hissed, his green eyes were bright, vibrant, and just this side of angry. “None of them are,” he added, holding Jared’s gaze for a second, before Jared clenched around him on the next forward thrust, and Jensen’s eyes slid closed in ecstasy.
Jensen used his weight to push Jared back down to his elbows on the bed, changing the angle on his next thrust in, and Jared’s eyes rolled back in his head as Jensen slid across his prostate. Jared forced his eyes open though, meeting Jensen’s gaze again, and holding it as Jensen began fucking him in earnest.
Jared’s orgasm crashed over him, Jensen stroking him through it, as he fought to keep his eyes open, fought to hold Jensen’s gaze even as his eyes wanted to slide shut in the moment. This might have started out as sex, as nothing but two people getting off, but it has spun out of control for both of them, so very far out of control.
Jensen’s thrusts shortened, and then he was coming, flooding Jared as he pushed in deep. He collapsed forward, his chest sticking to Jared’s back, and Jared was glad he was resting on his elbows. Jensen reached forward with his left hand, settling it down on top of Jared’s, their fingers sliding together, rings, not matching as they rested against one another. Jared tilted his head to the side to stare at their rings, wishing, not for the first time, that they’d exchanged them with each other rather than the wives they’d left behind in L.A.