The Truth Of My Scars, Jared/Jensen, NC-17
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Author: prettifuls_pout
Title: The Truth of My Scars Part 2/?
Rating: NC-17 over all
Warnings: Slash! That meeeeans (for later parts), male/male sex, mucho masturbation, and lots of kinkyness.
Genre: Romance, Angst, Comedy
Pairing(s): Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, Michael Rossenbaum/Tom Welling
Word Count: 1200ish
A/N: Okay, so inspired by Trueshellz plot bunny that demanded a J2 fic with swimmer!Jensen and PT(that's Personal Trainer if you're like me and don't have a clue)!Jared. Self edited!
Also! I've decided that since I suck at updated on time when I have a word limit, I'm gonna post daily -or at least attempt to- so they may not be lengthy but at least you'll get them *victorious grin*
Fic Summary: AU Swimmer verse. Jensen Ackles is a hot shot swimmer at the UT, but what happens when his trainer falls sick and he's stuck with a replacement, a very sexy, very stubborn Jared Padalecki? Porn ensues.
Chapter Summary: Jensen talks to Steve and Chris about Jared and sees something that brings back old memories.
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When Jensen got to Chris and Steve's, stress and uncertainty were etched firmly across his face, making him look drawn and similar to a frightened child. Chris ushered him into the living room and just like Jensen had expected, laid him down with his head rested in the older man's lap. Chris fingers brushed through his short, soft hair and Jensen sighed, tension easing from his body.
“What's going on Jenny?” Chris' deep, Texan twang drawled out lazily, hinted with concern for the younger male.
Jensen tilted his head back and looked at his best friend and just like that, like it'd always been, the words seemed to just flow out of him. Steve stopped in the doorway to the kitchen and leaned against the door frame, regarding the scene with precision like he always did. Jensen stopped after a while, shaking his head and burying his face into Chris' stomach. Chris' warm hand curled it's fingers protectively into Jensen's hair and the blond sighed.
“What am I gonna do, Chris? I mean, I can't quit the team but I can't go back now, not after what happened.” He blushed furiously at the memory, groaning as everything slapped him hard across the face.
Steve walked over and took a seat on Christian's other side, green eyes filled with silent compassion and sincerity. “Jen,” He said softly, and just that single word, said in that coaxing tone had Jensen turning his head to look at the older man. “Jensen, it's going to be alright.”
Jensen's eyes peered into Steve's, silence descending upon the room and even Chris knew better than to speak a word. After a long moment Jensen nodded slowly, pink tongue licking along his lips. “Yeah, yeah okay.”
Steve smiled at him and nodded, standing and heading back into the kitchen wordlessly. Jensen sat up, trying to smooth out his hair, which was standing up in disarray. Chris laughed loudly, earning himself a emerald glare. “Fuck off,” Jensen muttered, mouth quirking up at the side.
Christian waggled his eyebrows. “Oh now Jenny, you know I will.”
Jensen rolled his eyes heavenward at that statement and shook his head, chuckling as he did so. “You're one conceited prick, Christian.”
Christian waggled his eyebrows in answer, repeating the movement from seconds ago and when Jensen gave an annoyed curse, a howl of laughter bubbled up inside him and escaped past his lips richly. Steve's blond head appeared around the door frame, a dish towel slung over his shoulder and a forearm brought up to brace his weight against the oak frame. Christian's eyes darkened at the sight and a pain of envy throbbed in Jensen's chest at the shared connection of intimacy between the two lovers. Images of Jared, wet and gorgeous, washing himself under the warm arena shower's spray rolled around in Jensen's head. He blushed as he dipped into his memory as his eyes had dipped into the forbidden view of Jared's tantalizing body.
“Hm?” emerald eyes stared into icy blue. Eyelids linking like the shutter of a camera lens, questioningly.
Steve smiled at him and cocked his head in the direction of the kitchen. “Dinner's ready.”
Jensen smiled back at Steve and nodded. “Kay, thanks man.” He made to stand up, hands braced on his thighs for leverage. He made it up around two inches from the sofa before a warm hand was shoved in his face, pushing him backwards onto the couch with a grunt. He looked up at Chris' smug form and growled. “You better run pretty boy.”
Christian laughed and put his hands up in defense. “C'mon Jenny, you were just asking for it, getting up like some old man with bad knees. Although, you are getting a little soft looking around the edges...”
Jensen let out a growl and launched himself at Chris, chasing the older man into the kitchen, both bursting out into laughter as they struggled against each other before being broken up with a chastising scolding from Steve. They settled sheepishly and bantered good naturedly through dinner, Jensen's nerves easing and mind losing its frustrations for the moment.
^____~
Jensen stared up at the white bricked arena, sighing heavily. He didn't want to face Jared, not so soon, not when he felt he had absolutely no defense against what had happened. He thought back on the memories, heat trailing lazily through the rivers of his veins, taking it's time to settle and pool in the pit of his stomach. It wasn't like it'd been the first time he'd noticed how gorgeous Jared was, wasn't the first time he'd noticed a guy, period. But it was still -different. IT was his personal trainer, the man who was supposed to beat his ass with drills and routine -and not quite in the way that he was praying to god for.
A glimpse of a child caught sight in the corner of his eye, breaking his trail of thought and he turned his head to look at the little boy, blond hair messy and cheeks smudged with dirt. A bright, happy smile was plastered on his face as he held up a pile of mud to his mother. The women was pretty, still young and glowing, her stomach protruded in a huge bulge that looked like it'd knock her forward off her balance. A smile spread softly across Jensen's lips as he turned on his heels to face the mother and child completely, taking in the feeling of love that radiated off them. A man walked over from a near by icecream vendor, three cones juggled in his hands and Jensen tilted his head slightly, curious of the situation. Was he the father? The husband? Brother? Best friend?
The little boy eagerly dropped his mud and wiped his hands on his pants, reaching out greedily for the icecream cone. The man laughed, brown hair shaggy and for a split moment Jensen saw Jared there, all goofy grin and dimples that he never showed to the world, yet Jensen knew were there. The little boy fumbled the cone and it fell to the ground. He blinked for a long moment, time seemingly frozen before his lower lip wibbled and a heart wrenching wail burst from him. Jensen cringed, wanting nothing more than to comfort the small boy who had everything that Jensen had wished for when he'd been a boy.
Yet just as quickly as the sobs had started, they stopped. The little boy blinked at the ice cream cone that was offered to him by the shaggy haired man before smiling a smile that lit up the morning sky and accepted the ice cream like it were a pot of gold. The man laughed and wrapped his one arm around the woman's waist, his other hand gripping the little boys free hand loosely as they walked off down a park trail.
Jensen swallowed and looked away, eyes catching once more on the arena. Thoughts of his own childhood flickered through his mind and he closed his eyes, watching the scenes play out as if he were the audience and his memory the motion feature. He saw himself, young and happy, playing with the other foster children that he'd lived with, not caring about the comments that were made on his heavy size, just happy that someone was actually playing with him. He saw himself a few years later, yelling heatedly at his foster mother, eyes flashing with red fury and hand lashing out to knock his pop can from the counter, the brown liquid sloshing onto the cream coloured carpet, blending in with the stains that already littered it. Riding through his memory, he stopped on another, pictures of his foster brothers and sisters sitting with him in a office at the Children's Services building, all but him and another boy, Timmy, crying for their 'Mama'. Crying to return to a home they'd never know again. He'd been strong, he remembered being called, 'resilient,' and not understanding what it had meant. He wanted to dig deeper, wanted to remember things that buried themselves deep under his skin...
His eyes snapped open wide, looking up in shock at Jared, the older man's expression that of concern. “Jensen, you alright?”
Jensen swallowed and released a shaky breath. “Ye-yeah, why wouldn't I be?”
Jared's brow furrowed and he shook his head, hand moving from where it'd been resting heavily on his shoulder to cup his cheek, the other cupping the other side of his face. “You were crying, I came out of the gym to wait for you and saw you, -just standing here.”
Jensen laughed and pushed at Jared's hands, moving them from his face and taking a step back. He swiped at his wet cheeks with his forearm and shrugged, swinging his duffel bag loosely in his right hand. “S'all good man, just allergies is all. It's nothing, really.”
Jared's eyes narrowed and brows furrowed, head tilting to the side slightly, his gaze hot and so damn perceptive Jensen felt that he might see right through him to his very core. It shook him, scared the hell out of him and yet intrigued the young swimmer. “You sure you're fine? We can call it a day if you're not feeling up to it, man, I'll understand.”
Jensen shrugged a shoulder and began to walk towards the Arena, stopping at the door and pulling it open to toss a crooked smile at Jared. “I'm always fine.”
Author: prettifuls_pout
Title: The Truth of My Scars Part 2/?
Rating: NC-17 over all
Warnings: Slash! That meeeeans (for later parts), male/male sex, mucho masturbation, and lots of kinkyness.
Genre: Romance, Angst, Comedy
Pairing(s): Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, Michael Rossenbaum/Tom Welling
Word Count: 1200ish
A/N: Okay, so inspired by Trueshellz plot bunny that demanded a J2 fic with swimmer!Jensen and PT(that's Personal Trainer if you're like me and don't have a clue)!Jared. Self edited!
Also! I've decided that since I suck at updated on time when I have a word limit, I'm gonna post daily -or at least attempt to- so they may not be lengthy but at least you'll get them *victorious grin*
Fic Summary: AU Swimmer verse. Jensen Ackles is a hot shot swimmer at the UT, but what happens when his trainer falls sick and he's stuck with a replacement, a very sexy, very stubborn Jared Padalecki? Porn ensues.
Chapter Summary: Jensen talks to Steve and Chris about Jared and sees something that brings back old memories.
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trueshellz
When Jensen got to Chris and Steve's, stress and uncertainty were etched firmly across his face, making him look drawn and similar to a frightened child. Chris ushered him into the living room and just like Jensen had expected, laid him down with his head rested in the older man's lap. Chris fingers brushed through his short, soft hair and Jensen sighed, tension easing from his body.
“What's going on Jenny?” Chris' deep, Texan twang drawled out lazily, hinted with concern for the younger male.
Jensen tilted his head back and looked at his best friend and just like that, like it'd always been, the words seemed to just flow out of him. Steve stopped in the doorway to the kitchen and leaned against the door frame, regarding the scene with precision like he always did. Jensen stopped after a while, shaking his head and burying his face into Chris' stomach. Chris' warm hand curled it's fingers protectively into Jensen's hair and the blond sighed.
“What am I gonna do, Chris? I mean, I can't quit the team but I can't go back now, not after what happened.” He blushed furiously at the memory, groaning as everything slapped him hard across the face.
Steve walked over and took a seat on Christian's other side, green eyes filled with silent compassion and sincerity. “Jen,” He said softly, and just that single word, said in that coaxing tone had Jensen turning his head to look at the older man. “Jensen, it's going to be alright.”
Jensen's eyes peered into Steve's, silence descending upon the room and even Chris knew better than to speak a word. After a long moment Jensen nodded slowly, pink tongue licking along his lips. “Yeah, yeah okay.”
Steve smiled at him and nodded, standing and heading back into the kitchen wordlessly. Jensen sat up, trying to smooth out his hair, which was standing up in disarray. Chris laughed loudly, earning himself a emerald glare. “Fuck off,” Jensen muttered, mouth quirking up at the side.
Christian waggled his eyebrows. “Oh now Jenny, you know I will.”
Jensen rolled his eyes heavenward at that statement and shook his head, chuckling as he did so. “You're one conceited prick, Christian.”
Christian waggled his eyebrows in answer, repeating the movement from seconds ago and when Jensen gave an annoyed curse, a howl of laughter bubbled up inside him and escaped past his lips richly. Steve's blond head appeared around the door frame, a dish towel slung over his shoulder and a forearm brought up to brace his weight against the oak frame. Christian's eyes darkened at the sight and a pain of envy throbbed in Jensen's chest at the shared connection of intimacy between the two lovers. Images of Jared, wet and gorgeous, washing himself under the warm arena shower's spray rolled around in Jensen's head. He blushed as he dipped into his memory as his eyes had dipped into the forbidden view of Jared's tantalizing body.
“Hm?” emerald eyes stared into icy blue. Eyelids linking like the shutter of a camera lens, questioningly.
Steve smiled at him and cocked his head in the direction of the kitchen. “Dinner's ready.”
Jensen smiled back at Steve and nodded. “Kay, thanks man.” He made to stand up, hands braced on his thighs for leverage. He made it up around two inches from the sofa before a warm hand was shoved in his face, pushing him backwards onto the couch with a grunt. He looked up at Chris' smug form and growled. “You better run pretty boy.”
Christian laughed and put his hands up in defense. “C'mon Jenny, you were just asking for it, getting up like some old man with bad knees. Although, you are getting a little soft looking around the edges...”
Jensen let out a growl and launched himself at Chris, chasing the older man into the kitchen, both bursting out into laughter as they struggled against each other before being broken up with a chastising scolding from Steve. They settled sheepishly and bantered good naturedly through dinner, Jensen's nerves easing and mind losing its frustrations for the moment.
^____~
Jensen stared up at the white bricked arena, sighing heavily. He didn't want to face Jared, not so soon, not when he felt he had absolutely no defense against what had happened. He thought back on the memories, heat trailing lazily through the rivers of his veins, taking it's time to settle and pool in the pit of his stomach. It wasn't like it'd been the first time he'd noticed how gorgeous Jared was, wasn't the first time he'd noticed a guy, period. But it was still -different. IT was his personal trainer, the man who was supposed to beat his ass with drills and routine -and not quite in the way that he was praying to god for.
A glimpse of a child caught sight in the corner of his eye, breaking his trail of thought and he turned his head to look at the little boy, blond hair messy and cheeks smudged with dirt. A bright, happy smile was plastered on his face as he held up a pile of mud to his mother. The women was pretty, still young and glowing, her stomach protruded in a huge bulge that looked like it'd knock her forward off her balance. A smile spread softly across Jensen's lips as he turned on his heels to face the mother and child completely, taking in the feeling of love that radiated off them. A man walked over from a near by icecream vendor, three cones juggled in his hands and Jensen tilted his head slightly, curious of the situation. Was he the father? The husband? Brother? Best friend?
The little boy eagerly dropped his mud and wiped his hands on his pants, reaching out greedily for the icecream cone. The man laughed, brown hair shaggy and for a split moment Jensen saw Jared there, all goofy grin and dimples that he never showed to the world, yet Jensen knew were there. The little boy fumbled the cone and it fell to the ground. He blinked for a long moment, time seemingly frozen before his lower lip wibbled and a heart wrenching wail burst from him. Jensen cringed, wanting nothing more than to comfort the small boy who had everything that Jensen had wished for when he'd been a boy.
Yet just as quickly as the sobs had started, they stopped. The little boy blinked at the ice cream cone that was offered to him by the shaggy haired man before smiling a smile that lit up the morning sky and accepted the ice cream like it were a pot of gold. The man laughed and wrapped his one arm around the woman's waist, his other hand gripping the little boys free hand loosely as they walked off down a park trail.
Jensen swallowed and looked away, eyes catching once more on the arena. Thoughts of his own childhood flickered through his mind and he closed his eyes, watching the scenes play out as if he were the audience and his memory the motion feature. He saw himself, young and happy, playing with the other foster children that he'd lived with, not caring about the comments that were made on his heavy size, just happy that someone was actually playing with him. He saw himself a few years later, yelling heatedly at his foster mother, eyes flashing with red fury and hand lashing out to knock his pop can from the counter, the brown liquid sloshing onto the cream coloured carpet, blending in with the stains that already littered it. Riding through his memory, he stopped on another, pictures of his foster brothers and sisters sitting with him in a office at the Children's Services building, all but him and another boy, Timmy, crying for their 'Mama'. Crying to return to a home they'd never know again. He'd been strong, he remembered being called, 'resilient,' and not understanding what it had meant. He wanted to dig deeper, wanted to remember things that buried themselves deep under his skin...
His eyes snapped open wide, looking up in shock at Jared, the older man's expression that of concern. “Jensen, you alright?”
Jensen swallowed and released a shaky breath. “Ye-yeah, why wouldn't I be?”
Jared's brow furrowed and he shook his head, hand moving from where it'd been resting heavily on his shoulder to cup his cheek, the other cupping the other side of his face. “You were crying, I came out of the gym to wait for you and saw you, -just standing here.”
Jensen laughed and pushed at Jared's hands, moving them from his face and taking a step back. He swiped at his wet cheeks with his forearm and shrugged, swinging his duffel bag loosely in his right hand. “S'all good man, just allergies is all. It's nothing, really.”
Jared's eyes narrowed and brows furrowed, head tilting to the side slightly, his gaze hot and so damn perceptive Jensen felt that he might see right through him to his very core. It shook him, scared the hell out of him and yet intrigued the young swimmer. “You sure you're fine? We can call it a day if you're not feeling up to it, man, I'll understand.”
Jensen shrugged a shoulder and began to walk towards the Arena, stopping at the door and pulling it open to toss a crooked smile at Jared. “I'm always fine.”