FIC: One Way or Another (5)
One Way or Another
Author:
broken8or Alison
Rating: PG-14
Words: 1,272
Summary: Jared is curious about role playing and decides to try it out. Jensen has no say.
Attempt 1
Attempt 2
Attempt 3
Attempt 4
“You absolutely have to?” Jensen - not liking to admit it - whines. Jared laughs lightly then smiles over his shoulder at his lover.
“Yes, I absolutely have to,” Jared confirms. He’s washing the dishes from breakfast that morning as Jensen pouts at the kitchen table. Normally, dishes aren’t something that Jared would do, but he’s being punished for telling Chris anything about their sex life. Jensen’s just ruthless like that.
“Well, what am I supposed to do all day while you’re out doing God knows what with Murray?” Jensen asks. His childish little rant is interrupted by the ring of their phone. Jensen grumbles as he pulls himself up to answer it.
“You never know. Maybe whoever that is can entertain you for one, measly, afternoon,” Jared says innocently as Jensen picks up the phone.
“Smeckles!” Sometimes, just sometimes, Jensen would really like to smack Jared. Really, really hard.
“Hey Mike. What’s up?” Jensen humors him.
“Just lettin’ ya know that the pools finally up and runnin’. Feel free to invade whenever you feel like,” Mike informs him. Jensen actually ponders this for a minute.
“You know, Michael, I just might take you up on that. Invitation valid today?”
“Course man. But if you ever call me Michael again, I will castrate you.”
“I’ll see you in a bit,” Jensen says before disconnecting Mike.
“Who was it?” Jared asks from the kitchen. Jensen pads back in before answering.
“Mike. The pool’s ready. He was just calling to let us know.” Jensen falls back into his chair, looking downcast once again.
“What did I tell you?” Jared beams enthusiastically. “I’m like freakin’ psychic or something man.” Jared’s grinning wide, obviously impressed with his newly discovered psychic abilities. Jensen rolls his eyes and continues to pout. “You gonna go lounge by the pool today then? Give that perfect skin of yours a golden tint?” Jensen snorts at this.
“You’ve been reading way too many harlequin novels.”
Jared laughs, slowly walking towards where Jensen’s sitting while drying his soapy hands on a dishtowel. When he reaches Jensen, he gently pulls the older man up before taking his seat and pulling Jensen back down to straddle his lap. Jensen allows himself to be repositioned, perfectly fine with the new seating arrangements. He wraps his arms around Jared’s neck but keeps up a small pout, just for show. Jared kisses him lightly on the lips.
“Go sunbathing today,” Jared encourages him. “Get some sun, swim a bit, eat Mike out of house and home. I’ll see you later. Okay?”
“The eating him out of house and home thing is more your area of specialties.”
“You know you’re right. But I really don’t like the idea of you sleeping with Mike and, lets face it, we both know that sex is your area of specialties.”
“If you ever say the words ‘sex’ and ‘Mike’ in the same sentence again, I just might feel the need to take a vow of celibacy.”
“Then what would your specialty be?”
“You’re a dick sometimes.”
“And yet you still love me.”
“Maybe Kim was right; I do need to be committed.”
“Now who’s the dick, dick?”
“You just like saying the word dick.”
“There’s a lot more that I like about dicks than saying the word.”
“Is that so?”
“Yup, it’s a shame that I have to leave like 5 minutes ago.”
“You’re going to send me to Mike’s all hot and bothered? You’re not worried about his pool boy taking advantage of my aroused state?”
“Enrique? I think I’ll be fine.”
“Fine,” Jensen swivels his hips once into Jared’s before standing gracefully. “I’ll just go get ready to leave than.”
“You play dirty,” Jared states, faux shock on his face.
“And you love it,” Jensen fires back, grinning evilly from the door way.
Jared sighs and looks down, ashamed, “Yeah. I really do.” Jensen laughs then pads down the hall to their bedroom, grabbing his swim trunks and other necessities.
“So, your counterpart’s off fucking around with Bitchface today then? Dude, that’s harsh,” Mike shakes his head.
“He’s not fucking around with Murray. They’re… Wow I should listen to him every now and then,” Jensen tries to remember what Jared had said his plans actually were for the day.
“Whatever. I’m bored with this conversation.” Mike leads Jensen from the kitchen where they’d stopped to grab beers, out the back to the pool. “You know where everything is. Temperature dial,” He points to the pool shed, “and floaty thingies and coolers if you’re too damn lazy to get up after every beer.”
Jensen’s already throwing his shit down on one of the lounge chairs. He listens to Mike and waits patiently for him to finish. Mike always has to give his spiel no matter how many millions of times you’ve heard it.
“I have to go hold Tom’s hand while he gets a tetanus shot.” Mike rolls his eyes and starts to head back into the house muttering, “Fucking pussy,” under his breath. Jensen grabs up his suntan lotion. “Oh, nearly forgot. I hired a new pool boy--”
“What happened to Enrique?” Jensen asks. Curious about the poor ignorant kid.
“Fuck if I know. He probably got deported or something.” Jensen snorts. “The new guy’s inside changing into his uniform.”
“Uniform? Seriously Mike?” Mike shrugs. Jensen thinks back to his and Jared’s conversation about fucking Enrique. “Is he hot?”
Mike laughs. “Fuck yes, dude. But I’d never even tried to hit that.”
“Oh? Why not?” Jensen asks, genuinely curious. Mike doesn’t get a chance to answer as the patio door opens.
“Fuck,” Jensen mutters. “How didn’t I see this coming?” He asks himself harshly.
Jared strolls out onto the pool deck. Jensen takes in the ‘uniform’ Mike said he’d been changing into. “A shiny turquoise thong?” Jensen asks Mike.
“I like watching him clean the filters,” Mike offers up with a smirk and a shrug. Jensen glares at him. Mike takes this opportunity to leave. Jensen sighs and sinks deeper into this chair.
“Rough day?” Jared asks silkily. Jensen closes his eyes and sighs.
“You have no idea,” he mumbles.
“Give me an idea,” Jared pries gently. Jensen slits one eye to see Jared leaning against some sort of pool skimmer net and Damn is that boy ever built.
“Well, my boyfriend is a psychotic nymphomaniac,” Jensen throws at him. He keeps that one eye slightly open to catch Jared’s reaction. Jared’s lips twitch slightly upward from their seductive smirk to what could’ve turned into a wide grin.
“That sounds rough,” Jared tries to sound sympathetic. “My name’s Jared, by the way.”
“Jensen.”
“Well, Jensen, maybe I can help you work out some of those kinks. You know? Help you… relax?” Jared purrs as he slowly saunters over.
“So we really have moved into the service industry then, have we?”
“You could say that,” Jared drawls, leaning in close to Jensen’s face before softly asking, “Are there any services I can perform for you?”
“Yeah, can you get me another beer?” Jensen holds up his empty bottle in front of Jared’s face and grins his cheekiest grin. Jensen takes great pleasure in the flash of annoyed disappointment in Jared’s eyes before his huge hand takes the bottle from Jensen’s. Jared’s grin turns into an ‘oh the game is on bitch’ smirk.
“No problem,” Jared grates out with as much sugar as he can muster. “I’ll be right back with another one for you.”
As Jared walks away and into the house Jensen relaxes into his lounge chair. Turns out today’s gonna be a lot better then he’d been expecting.
Attempt 6
Author:
broken8or Alison
Rating: PG-14
Words: 1,272
Summary: Jared is curious about role playing and decides to try it out. Jensen has no say.
Attempt 1
Attempt 2
Attempt 3
Attempt 4
“You absolutely have to?” Jensen - not liking to admit it - whines. Jared laughs lightly then smiles over his shoulder at his lover.
“Yes, I absolutely have to,” Jared confirms. He’s washing the dishes from breakfast that morning as Jensen pouts at the kitchen table. Normally, dishes aren’t something that Jared would do, but he’s being punished for telling Chris anything about their sex life. Jensen’s just ruthless like that.
“Well, what am I supposed to do all day while you’re out doing God knows what with Murray?” Jensen asks. His childish little rant is interrupted by the ring of their phone. Jensen grumbles as he pulls himself up to answer it.
“You never know. Maybe whoever that is can entertain you for one, measly, afternoon,” Jared says innocently as Jensen picks up the phone.
“Smeckles!” Sometimes, just sometimes, Jensen would really like to smack Jared. Really, really hard.
“Hey Mike. What’s up?” Jensen humors him.
“Just lettin’ ya know that the pools finally up and runnin’. Feel free to invade whenever you feel like,” Mike informs him. Jensen actually ponders this for a minute.
“You know, Michael, I just might take you up on that. Invitation valid today?”
“Course man. But if you ever call me Michael again, I will castrate you.”
“I’ll see you in a bit,” Jensen says before disconnecting Mike.
“Who was it?” Jared asks from the kitchen. Jensen pads back in before answering.
“Mike. The pool’s ready. He was just calling to let us know.” Jensen falls back into his chair, looking downcast once again.
“What did I tell you?” Jared beams enthusiastically. “I’m like freakin’ psychic or something man.” Jared’s grinning wide, obviously impressed with his newly discovered psychic abilities. Jensen rolls his eyes and continues to pout. “You gonna go lounge by the pool today then? Give that perfect skin of yours a golden tint?” Jensen snorts at this.
“You’ve been reading way too many harlequin novels.”
Jared laughs, slowly walking towards where Jensen’s sitting while drying his soapy hands on a dishtowel. When he reaches Jensen, he gently pulls the older man up before taking his seat and pulling Jensen back down to straddle his lap. Jensen allows himself to be repositioned, perfectly fine with the new seating arrangements. He wraps his arms around Jared’s neck but keeps up a small pout, just for show. Jared kisses him lightly on the lips.
“Go sunbathing today,” Jared encourages him. “Get some sun, swim a bit, eat Mike out of house and home. I’ll see you later. Okay?”
“The eating him out of house and home thing is more your area of specialties.”
“You know you’re right. But I really don’t like the idea of you sleeping with Mike and, lets face it, we both know that sex is your area of specialties.”
“If you ever say the words ‘sex’ and ‘Mike’ in the same sentence again, I just might feel the need to take a vow of celibacy.”
“Then what would your specialty be?”
“You’re a dick sometimes.”
“And yet you still love me.”
“Maybe Kim was right; I do need to be committed.”
“Now who’s the dick, dick?”
“You just like saying the word dick.”
“There’s a lot more that I like about dicks than saying the word.”
“Is that so?”
“Yup, it’s a shame that I have to leave like 5 minutes ago.”
“You’re going to send me to Mike’s all hot and bothered? You’re not worried about his pool boy taking advantage of my aroused state?”
“Enrique? I think I’ll be fine.”
“Fine,” Jensen swivels his hips once into Jared’s before standing gracefully. “I’ll just go get ready to leave than.”
“You play dirty,” Jared states, faux shock on his face.
“And you love it,” Jensen fires back, grinning evilly from the door way.
Jared sighs and looks down, ashamed, “Yeah. I really do.” Jensen laughs then pads down the hall to their bedroom, grabbing his swim trunks and other necessities.
“So, your counterpart’s off fucking around with Bitchface today then? Dude, that’s harsh,” Mike shakes his head.
“He’s not fucking around with Murray. They’re… Wow I should listen to him every now and then,” Jensen tries to remember what Jared had said his plans actually were for the day.
“Whatever. I’m bored with this conversation.” Mike leads Jensen from the kitchen where they’d stopped to grab beers, out the back to the pool. “You know where everything is. Temperature dial,” He points to the pool shed, “and floaty thingies and coolers if you’re too damn lazy to get up after every beer.”
Jensen’s already throwing his shit down on one of the lounge chairs. He listens to Mike and waits patiently for him to finish. Mike always has to give his spiel no matter how many millions of times you’ve heard it.
“I have to go hold Tom’s hand while he gets a tetanus shot.” Mike rolls his eyes and starts to head back into the house muttering, “Fucking pussy,” under his breath. Jensen grabs up his suntan lotion. “Oh, nearly forgot. I hired a new pool boy--”
“What happened to Enrique?” Jensen asks. Curious about the poor ignorant kid.
“Fuck if I know. He probably got deported or something.” Jensen snorts. “The new guy’s inside changing into his uniform.”
“Uniform? Seriously Mike?” Mike shrugs. Jensen thinks back to his and Jared’s conversation about fucking Enrique. “Is he hot?”
Mike laughs. “Fuck yes, dude. But I’d never even tried to hit that.”
“Oh? Why not?” Jensen asks, genuinely curious. Mike doesn’t get a chance to answer as the patio door opens.
“Fuck,” Jensen mutters. “How didn’t I see this coming?” He asks himself harshly.
Jared strolls out onto the pool deck. Jensen takes in the ‘uniform’ Mike said he’d been changing into. “A shiny turquoise thong?” Jensen asks Mike.
“I like watching him clean the filters,” Mike offers up with a smirk and a shrug. Jensen glares at him. Mike takes this opportunity to leave. Jensen sighs and sinks deeper into this chair.
“Rough day?” Jared asks silkily. Jensen closes his eyes and sighs.
“You have no idea,” he mumbles.
“Give me an idea,” Jared pries gently. Jensen slits one eye to see Jared leaning against some sort of pool skimmer net and Damn is that boy ever built.
“Well, my boyfriend is a psychotic nymphomaniac,” Jensen throws at him. He keeps that one eye slightly open to catch Jared’s reaction. Jared’s lips twitch slightly upward from their seductive smirk to what could’ve turned into a wide grin.
“That sounds rough,” Jared tries to sound sympathetic. “My name’s Jared, by the way.”
“Jensen.”
“Well, Jensen, maybe I can help you work out some of those kinks. You know? Help you… relax?” Jared purrs as he slowly saunters over.
“So we really have moved into the service industry then, have we?”
“You could say that,” Jared drawls, leaning in close to Jensen’s face before softly asking, “Are there any services I can perform for you?”
“Yeah, can you get me another beer?” Jensen holds up his empty bottle in front of Jared’s face and grins his cheekiest grin. Jensen takes great pleasure in the flash of annoyed disappointment in Jared’s eyes before his huge hand takes the bottle from Jensen’s. Jared’s grin turns into an ‘oh the game is on bitch’ smirk.
“No problem,” Jared grates out with as much sugar as he can muster. “I’ll be right back with another one for you.”
As Jared walks away and into the house Jensen relaxes into his lounge chair. Turns out today’s gonna be a lot better then he’d been expecting.
Attempt 6