Ficlets: The Seahorse & You're The Whip In My Valise
Continuing the battle against writer's slump...
For benitle who requested "Jensen/Jared, baby & condom & pregnancy scare". Which I interpreted as what happened after I cut off the epilogue of The Seahorse
ETA: This piece is being moved elsewhere and will return around June 15th :D Check the "seahorses" tag for more info.
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For nu_breed, who wanted another piece of You're The Whip In My Valise, "Maybe Jared provoking Jensen in some way? Trying to make him jealous?" Well, it's not so much jealousy here as provocation, but I hope you like it! Belated happy birthday wishes again, honey!
Title: The Five-Minute Argument or the Full Half-Hour
Pairing: J2, YTWIMV-verse
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,785
The Five-Minute Argument or the Full Half-Hour
"Just admit it! Admit you've never liked my mother!" the woman in the supermarket is screaming, tears running down her cheeks and black mascara trailing in the same pattern. Her husband is trying to hold her steady by the shoulders.
"Beverley, don't do this here," he hushes her, "the entire neighborhood can see-"
"Good! I want them to! I want them to know how much you hate my family. You know my mother is allergic to nuts, what the hell were you thinking buying this for the dinner? Are you trying to kill her!?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," her husband murmurs into her hair.
Jared watches them, fascinated, his mouth hanging open slightly.
**
"We never fight," Jared tells Jensen over dinner.
Jensen spears another piece of food with his fork. "We fight."
"But we never, fight," Jared says, trying to convey more meaning of the word with the look in his eyes and the flicking of his fingers.
"We fight a lot."
"No, that's not fighting, Jensen. That's not real fighting. That's just you and me and what we do."
"We argue."
"On purpose."
"We had that one argument, that time."
"Well, that was before you let me fucking kiss you, you ass."
Jensen swallows his bite, "Keep using that kind of language around me, Jared. See what I do with your mouth later."
Jared huffs. "I'm not trying to get you to fuck me, I want you to fight with me."
"Why?"
Jared shakes his head, mumbles to himself, then pounds his fist on the table. "I hate it that you eat french fries with a knife and fork! I wish you'd stop making me feel like I was raised in a barn. You never liked my mother!"
Jensen raises his eyebrow and watches as Jared tries to storm off angrily, but can't help throwing a longing look over his shoulder at Jensen.
**
Jensen steps into the bedroom carefully. Jared's back is to him, arms crossed over his chest, body language clear: Stay the fuck away from me.
But then he looks at Jensen, over his shoulder again, and it's confusing because the look on his face: Come HERE damn it, come here and touch me.
"I am utterly, utterly perplexed right now. Are we really having an argument about not having arguments?"
"This is not an argument."
"Well I'd say it has the qualifications of an argument." Jensen counts off the reasons on his fingers. "One, you are rather angry with something I've done, or rather something I didn't do. Two, you have approached the situation with a loud, aggressive tone. Three, you are currently disagreeing with most everything I've said, making it rather hard not to qualify you as being argumentative. Four-"
"It's not an argument yet!" Jared snaps. "You idiot! It's not a real argument because you'll never say you're sorry. It doesn't count, because right now it's just me being mad at you because you-you just bottle it all in and if you're ever mad at me it's just a fucking game."
Jensen blinks. "What exactly do I have to apologize for?"
Jared sighs, sitting down on the chair beside the bed. "Nothing, absolutely nothing," he says, putting his chin in his hands.
**
Jensen feels Jared crawl into bed later that night, tail between his legs. Jensen doesn't say anything more, just allows Jared to curl around him.
**
"When is the last time you said you were sorry?" Dr. Kroeger asks Jensen the following Saturday during their session. "And really, truly meant it. Not just, 'I'm sorry, traffic was a mess and that's why I'm late'. A real apology."
Jensen places his hand against his face, thinks for a moment. "An absolution."
"That doesn't count either Jensen, an apology to God or a priest isn't tangible. I'm talking about going to the person you've hurt, and saying you were sorry."
Jensen doesn't say anything, just looks at a patch of the man's carpet.
"Did you ever apologize to Joanna?"
"Does giving her the car count?"
"No."
"Then, no I have not apologized in any sincere way since the day my parents sent me to the clinic," Jensen says plainly.
Dr. Kroeger puts his hand against his face now, puzzling over the situation.
"May I speak rather candidly with you about your private life, Jensen?"
Jensen nods.
"You tend to release a lot of emotions in your sex play, yes? A lot of aggression, a lot of anger."
Jensen nods. "Anger can be passionate."
"Yes, but Jensen, have you ever had make-up sex?"
Jensen purses his mouth tight. "I've-We've had our intimate moments, subdued ones."
Dr. Kroeger leans back in his chair. "But you've never had make-up sex?"
"We've never had enough of a fight that didn't bleed into something else."
Dr. Kroeger raises his eyebrow at Jensen. "But you've never had make-up sex," he repeats.
"Oh," Jensen says.
**
Jensen taps Jared on the shoulder while he's cooking. "You're right, I don't like your mother."
"What?"
"I don't like your mother, and you do eat like you were raised in a barn. And you need a haircut," Jensen says.
"Jensen," Jared sighs.
"I'm not trying to pick a fight, I'm just pointing out you were right before. And you are in desperate need of a haircut. You look like a girl."
Jared backs up against the counter. "You would know."
Jensen furrows his brow, he wasn't expecting that. "What does that mean?"
"I'm not the one who likes to play straight. You never say 'husband' when you introduce me. It's always partner. Partner this, partner that. Everyone thinks I work with you, it's like you don't even care that we made that commitment."
Jensen feels punched in the gut, he doesn't like it, and he needs to leave the room, needs to get away. Opens the front door and starts walking, ignoring Jared running after him, pulling him back.
Jensen stands with Jared wrapped around his body for a good ten minutes, just standing in the middle of their lawn. The neighbors sort of glance at them, whispering back and forth.
"I didn't realize I was doing that to you," Jensen finally says. "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, please don't do this," Jared says quickly, breathing nervous rhythms into the crook of Jensen's neck. "Don't do this, don't leave, don't leave, don't leave-"
"I'm apologizing to you, Jared," Jensen says, turning around in his arms. "I had no-no reason to hurt you like that."
Jared's shaking his head, "No, no Jensen this was all such a stupid thought I had and I didn't know it would go this far, I just had this idea that we needed to argue like a regular couple and it doesn't bother me, it really doesn't-" Jensen kisses him.
"I'm sorry," he breathes again. "I want to show you." Jensen's walking him backwards, into the house.
**
Make-up sex is amazing, Jensen thinks to himself. It's blown any idea of intimacy out of the water, because they're talking, really talking about what they mean to each other.
"Fuck, fuck I love you so much, Jensen," Jared moans as Jensen lays him down and starts jacking him slowly.
"You mean a lot to me," Jensen says in a small voice, and then he slips down Jared's hips, mouth starting to take in his hardening cock. Jared's fingers running against his hair, Jensen takes him in more and more, wants to make him feel good. Wants to make him come hard and wants to take it all in.
"Fuck, Jensen, fuck!" Jared starts to writhe, his body aching to move into Jensen's mouth more and more, but he holds himself back. Jensen grabs the base of Jared's cock and lets it slide out of his mouth.
"It's okay, you can do it," Jensen says, voice going raw. "I can take it, Jared. I want you to move inside me. I want to feel your control."
Jared whimpers and nods, letting Jensen's mouth cover his shaft again, feels him going into his throat, and Jared starts thrusting slowly, carefully. Jensen moans around his cock, more and more, the vibrations driving him wild. Jared comes and Jensen swallows, the image of him leaning back and drinking Jared down, driving him wild.
"I love you, I fucking love you," Jared says in a sleepy voice.
"I know," Jensen says, moving to lay himself over Jared's body. Kisses him, slowly, deep kisses that let Jared taste his mouth and his tongue. "I never meant to hurt you that way."
Jared laughs quietly, echoing Jensen's earlier tone. "I know that you know all the ways you can hurt me, and the ways I like to be hurt by you."
Jensen rubs his nose against Jared's, "Not tonight, though." Jared pouts, and Jensen kisses the purse of his lips. "I want make-up sex tonight."
Jared smiles, wrapping his arms around Jensen's neck, and his legs around Jensen's waist. Jensen pulls him up, effortlessly, and Jared begins to grind his ass down on Jensen's cock.
"C'mon then," Jared says. And Jensen reaches over for the lube, gently working Jared open for him. Jensen slides into him, tight and wet pressure around his cock, Jared grinding in his lap, but he slows down when Jensen grabs his hips steady, and kisses the right spot on his neck.
"Shhh," Jensen murmurs, "let me." And Jensen moves into Jared, holding his body still, controlling his thrusts and his touch, the way he knows Jared likes it, the way he knows Jared likes to feel adored, loved, and well-fucked through and through.
"Oh god, oh fucking god," Jared starts, throwing his head back and tightening his grip on Jensen's shoulders. "Jensen, fuck!"
"You love me, this much," Jensen says, not so much asking as stating.
"Yes!" Jared shouts.
"Can you see that I do too? Could you see that on the day I married you, promised you, made you my life?"
"Jensen!" Jared shouts, coming against his chest, panting and riding Jensen's cock through the orgasm.
Jensen breathes, "Could you see, that there was nobody else for me, but you?" Jared nods.
Jensen thrusts a few more times and comes with a shout, grabbing onto Jared and pushing in as deep as he can, before collapsing in a heap on the bed.
Jared laughs when he gets his breath back. "And I just thought you were a freak with no friends. And that's why we didn't invite anyone to the wedding."
Jensen shakes his head. "I'm not good with sharing."
"I know."
"I'm not good at a lot of these things, Jared."
Jared crawls over to kiss his cheek.
"But you'll get better."
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ETA: tvm is doing a Hurt/Comfort meme!! EEEEEEE!!!! I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING AT WORK TOMORROW!! \o/
For benitle who requested "Jensen/Jared, baby & condom & pregnancy scare". Which I interpreted as what happened after I cut off the epilogue of The Seahorse
ETA: This piece is being moved elsewhere and will return around June 15th :D Check the "seahorses" tag for more info.
**
For nu_breed, who wanted another piece of You're The Whip In My Valise, "Maybe Jared provoking Jensen in some way? Trying to make him jealous?" Well, it's not so much jealousy here as provocation, but I hope you like it! Belated happy birthday wishes again, honey!
Title: The Five-Minute Argument or the Full Half-Hour
Pairing: J2, YTWIMV-verse
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,785
The Five-Minute Argument or the Full Half-Hour
"Just admit it! Admit you've never liked my mother!" the woman in the supermarket is screaming, tears running down her cheeks and black mascara trailing in the same pattern. Her husband is trying to hold her steady by the shoulders.
"Beverley, don't do this here," he hushes her, "the entire neighborhood can see-"
"Good! I want them to! I want them to know how much you hate my family. You know my mother is allergic to nuts, what the hell were you thinking buying this for the dinner? Are you trying to kill her!?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," her husband murmurs into her hair.
Jared watches them, fascinated, his mouth hanging open slightly.
**
"We never fight," Jared tells Jensen over dinner.
Jensen spears another piece of food with his fork. "We fight."
"But we never, fight," Jared says, trying to convey more meaning of the word with the look in his eyes and the flicking of his fingers.
"We fight a lot."
"No, that's not fighting, Jensen. That's not real fighting. That's just you and me and what we do."
"We argue."
"On purpose."
"We had that one argument, that time."
"Well, that was before you let me fucking kiss you, you ass."
Jensen swallows his bite, "Keep using that kind of language around me, Jared. See what I do with your mouth later."
Jared huffs. "I'm not trying to get you to fuck me, I want you to fight with me."
"Why?"
Jared shakes his head, mumbles to himself, then pounds his fist on the table. "I hate it that you eat french fries with a knife and fork! I wish you'd stop making me feel like I was raised in a barn. You never liked my mother!"
Jensen raises his eyebrow and watches as Jared tries to storm off angrily, but can't help throwing a longing look over his shoulder at Jensen.
**
Jensen steps into the bedroom carefully. Jared's back is to him, arms crossed over his chest, body language clear: Stay the fuck away from me.
But then he looks at Jensen, over his shoulder again, and it's confusing because the look on his face: Come HERE damn it, come here and touch me.
"I am utterly, utterly perplexed right now. Are we really having an argument about not having arguments?"
"This is not an argument."
"Well I'd say it has the qualifications of an argument." Jensen counts off the reasons on his fingers. "One, you are rather angry with something I've done, or rather something I didn't do. Two, you have approached the situation with a loud, aggressive tone. Three, you are currently disagreeing with most everything I've said, making it rather hard not to qualify you as being argumentative. Four-"
"It's not an argument yet!" Jared snaps. "You idiot! It's not a real argument because you'll never say you're sorry. It doesn't count, because right now it's just me being mad at you because you-you just bottle it all in and if you're ever mad at me it's just a fucking game."
Jensen blinks. "What exactly do I have to apologize for?"
Jared sighs, sitting down on the chair beside the bed. "Nothing, absolutely nothing," he says, putting his chin in his hands.
**
Jensen feels Jared crawl into bed later that night, tail between his legs. Jensen doesn't say anything more, just allows Jared to curl around him.
**
"When is the last time you said you were sorry?" Dr. Kroeger asks Jensen the following Saturday during their session. "And really, truly meant it. Not just, 'I'm sorry, traffic was a mess and that's why I'm late'. A real apology."
Jensen places his hand against his face, thinks for a moment. "An absolution."
"That doesn't count either Jensen, an apology to God or a priest isn't tangible. I'm talking about going to the person you've hurt, and saying you were sorry."
Jensen doesn't say anything, just looks at a patch of the man's carpet.
"Did you ever apologize to Joanna?"
"Does giving her the car count?"
"No."
"Then, no I have not apologized in any sincere way since the day my parents sent me to the clinic," Jensen says plainly.
Dr. Kroeger puts his hand against his face now, puzzling over the situation.
"May I speak rather candidly with you about your private life, Jensen?"
Jensen nods.
"You tend to release a lot of emotions in your sex play, yes? A lot of aggression, a lot of anger."
Jensen nods. "Anger can be passionate."
"Yes, but Jensen, have you ever had make-up sex?"
Jensen purses his mouth tight. "I've-We've had our intimate moments, subdued ones."
Dr. Kroeger leans back in his chair. "But you've never had make-up sex?"
"We've never had enough of a fight that didn't bleed into something else."
Dr. Kroeger raises his eyebrow at Jensen. "But you've never had make-up sex," he repeats.
"Oh," Jensen says.
**
Jensen taps Jared on the shoulder while he's cooking. "You're right, I don't like your mother."
"What?"
"I don't like your mother, and you do eat like you were raised in a barn. And you need a haircut," Jensen says.
"Jensen," Jared sighs.
"I'm not trying to pick a fight, I'm just pointing out you were right before. And you are in desperate need of a haircut. You look like a girl."
Jared backs up against the counter. "You would know."
Jensen furrows his brow, he wasn't expecting that. "What does that mean?"
"I'm not the one who likes to play straight. You never say 'husband' when you introduce me. It's always partner. Partner this, partner that. Everyone thinks I work with you, it's like you don't even care that we made that commitment."
Jensen feels punched in the gut, he doesn't like it, and he needs to leave the room, needs to get away. Opens the front door and starts walking, ignoring Jared running after him, pulling him back.
Jensen stands with Jared wrapped around his body for a good ten minutes, just standing in the middle of their lawn. The neighbors sort of glance at them, whispering back and forth.
"I didn't realize I was doing that to you," Jensen finally says. "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, please don't do this," Jared says quickly, breathing nervous rhythms into the crook of Jensen's neck. "Don't do this, don't leave, don't leave, don't leave-"
"I'm apologizing to you, Jared," Jensen says, turning around in his arms. "I had no-no reason to hurt you like that."
Jared's shaking his head, "No, no Jensen this was all such a stupid thought I had and I didn't know it would go this far, I just had this idea that we needed to argue like a regular couple and it doesn't bother me, it really doesn't-" Jensen kisses him.
"I'm sorry," he breathes again. "I want to show you." Jensen's walking him backwards, into the house.
**
Make-up sex is amazing, Jensen thinks to himself. It's blown any idea of intimacy out of the water, because they're talking, really talking about what they mean to each other.
"Fuck, fuck I love you so much, Jensen," Jared moans as Jensen lays him down and starts jacking him slowly.
"You mean a lot to me," Jensen says in a small voice, and then he slips down Jared's hips, mouth starting to take in his hardening cock. Jared's fingers running against his hair, Jensen takes him in more and more, wants to make him feel good. Wants to make him come hard and wants to take it all in.
"Fuck, Jensen, fuck!" Jared starts to writhe, his body aching to move into Jensen's mouth more and more, but he holds himself back. Jensen grabs the base of Jared's cock and lets it slide out of his mouth.
"It's okay, you can do it," Jensen says, voice going raw. "I can take it, Jared. I want you to move inside me. I want to feel your control."
Jared whimpers and nods, letting Jensen's mouth cover his shaft again, feels him going into his throat, and Jared starts thrusting slowly, carefully. Jensen moans around his cock, more and more, the vibrations driving him wild. Jared comes and Jensen swallows, the image of him leaning back and drinking Jared down, driving him wild.
"I love you, I fucking love you," Jared says in a sleepy voice.
"I know," Jensen says, moving to lay himself over Jared's body. Kisses him, slowly, deep kisses that let Jared taste his mouth and his tongue. "I never meant to hurt you that way."
Jared laughs quietly, echoing Jensen's earlier tone. "I know that you know all the ways you can hurt me, and the ways I like to be hurt by you."
Jensen rubs his nose against Jared's, "Not tonight, though." Jared pouts, and Jensen kisses the purse of his lips. "I want make-up sex tonight."
Jared smiles, wrapping his arms around Jensen's neck, and his legs around Jensen's waist. Jensen pulls him up, effortlessly, and Jared begins to grind his ass down on Jensen's cock.
"C'mon then," Jared says. And Jensen reaches over for the lube, gently working Jared open for him. Jensen slides into him, tight and wet pressure around his cock, Jared grinding in his lap, but he slows down when Jensen grabs his hips steady, and kisses the right spot on his neck.
"Shhh," Jensen murmurs, "let me." And Jensen moves into Jared, holding his body still, controlling his thrusts and his touch, the way he knows Jared likes it, the way he knows Jared likes to feel adored, loved, and well-fucked through and through.
"Oh god, oh fucking god," Jared starts, throwing his head back and tightening his grip on Jensen's shoulders. "Jensen, fuck!"
"You love me, this much," Jensen says, not so much asking as stating.
"Yes!" Jared shouts.
"Can you see that I do too? Could you see that on the day I married you, promised you, made you my life?"
"Jensen!" Jared shouts, coming against his chest, panting and riding Jensen's cock through the orgasm.
Jensen breathes, "Could you see, that there was nobody else for me, but you?" Jared nods.
Jensen thrusts a few more times and comes with a shout, grabbing onto Jared and pushing in as deep as he can, before collapsing in a heap on the bed.
Jared laughs when he gets his breath back. "And I just thought you were a freak with no friends. And that's why we didn't invite anyone to the wedding."
Jensen shakes his head. "I'm not good with sharing."
"I know."
"I'm not good at a lot of these things, Jared."
Jared crawls over to kiss his cheek.
"But you'll get better."
**
ETA: tvm is doing a Hurt/Comfort meme!! EEEEEEE!!!! I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING AT WORK TOMORROW!! \o/