RPS: Resolution, Jared/Jensen, NC-17
Title: Resolution (1/1)
Author: sally_simpson76
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't know these guys, and I make no claims about their real-life activities.
Warnings: 1.) This is growly and bitey and angry. If you're looking for shiny happy J2... keep looking.
2.) POV is all kinds of inconsistent. Sorry for any annoyance that causes.
Written ages ago for zillah975, and she knows why!
Summary: Unresolved sexual tension finally got resolved, and now there's cleaning up to do.
"Fuck you."
"Whatever, man. Just go." Jared kicks his long legs up to cross at the ankles on the coffee table, his posture one of studied casualness as he leans back, opens his book. He's not paying Jensen any attention. He's not thinking about that tight body, solid and heated and strong. He's not thinking about the way those amazing green eyes flash when he gets riled about something. And he's definitely not thinking about that mouth - oh god, Jensen's mouth - pouty and perfect and wet and hot and.... No, Jared is definitely not thinking about him at all.
And god that pisses Jensen off.
"Fucking put it down and look at me, asshole!"
Jared sighs in exasperation, and barely glances over. Everything about his body language screams just how little he thinks of this moment. Everything on the surface, that is- just beneath, he's radiating panic and rage. And no fucking way is Jensen going to fall for the pretty picture on top.
"What the fuck is that, anyway?" Jensen marches over and snatches the book from Jared's hands, completely ignoring the death-glare that earns him. "King Lear? Christ, you're poetic." He snorts, and tosses the book back into Jared's lap.
"Will you just fuck off?" Jared spits out. "I'm telling you, you do not want to be here right now."
"Right, right, because if I leave now and you ignore me then things will just magically go back to the way they were." Jensen rolls his eyes and stares down at his best friend. "I don't want some heart-to-heart, dipshit. But it's out there and you have to deal with it. We have to deal with it," he says pointedly. "Somehow we still have to work together."
"You think I'm not thinking about that?" Jared demands, firing up. "It's all I'm thinking about. I'm telling you to back off for your own good, man."
"I don't want to back off." Jensen shrugs. If Jared wants to do this the hard way, fine. He'll only regret it. "And besides," Jensen says slyly, leaning down to brace his arms against the couch on either side of Jared, "I think my own good'll be even better if we fuck again."
Jared glares, and his mouth tightens until there's a tiny muscle in his jaw that's jumping from the strain. "No." With elaborate care, he opens his book again and pretends to read. And fuck if the words are making a bit of sense.
Jensen watches him, seething. "Why. Not."
Taking a deep breath, Jared focuses, centers himself. And when he speaks again, his voice is calmer. "Because I'm a possessive asshole, Jensen. If we get mixed up together, it'll be a fucking mess." Judging himself to be safer now, more controlled, he flicks a glance up at his friend. "Trust me on this. Let's just move on like it didn't happen, all right?"
The moment drags out, silence raging between them. Eventually Jensen turns away, pacing the room and looking around blindly. "I'm not moving on."
"Let it go."
"I'm not letting go!" Jensen turns back to Jared and clenches his hands into fists. "Why are you making such a huge thing out of this?"
"Because it is a huge thing," Jared answers, his teeth set. He blows a breath out, and then continues, raising his eyes to pin Jensen where he stands. "Once you're mine, that's it. I will fucking dismember you and feed you to wild dogs before I let some idiot blonde Victoria's Secret model hang on your arm and slobber on you at premieres. You understand me?"
Jensen's heart is pounding so hard that he'd swear the thunder of it can be heard for miles away. And he knows Jared knows it, for all he's pretending to ignore him now and go back to reading. Slowly, each foot set deliberately and surely before the other, he crosses the room back to the couch. There's a brief struggle over the book, Jensen trying to pull it out of Jared's stubborn iron grip. But eventually Jared realizes that holding on so hard is ruining the casual careless image he's trying to affect, and he lets go.
Tossing the book aside, Jensen straddles Jared's thighs and sits down on his lap. He leans in just close enough that their eyes meet, feeling Jared's body go rigid beneath him. Like hell you want me to forget it. Jensen speaks quietly, his voice even. "Do you know how hot it makes me when you talk like that?"
There's a flash of something in Jared's hazel eyes- panic racing through him in an instant. "You're fucking stupid to even think that way, man."
One frozen, silent heartbeat. Two. And then the back of Jensen's hand connects with Jared's jaw, the crack of flesh against flesh loud in the stillness. "Do not fucking call me stupid," he says, quiet steel ringing in his voice. "Do you understand me?"
Fury blooms in Jared's eyes. Shock right there with it. And the next moment is a blur of motion, Jared shoving Jensen off his lap to the floor and vaulting to cover him. They roll on the carpet, someone's leg kicking out and crashing against the coffee table, low-voiced curses spat out between growls. Jared scrabbles at Jensen's t-shirt, pulling it away and clamping his teeth down hard on his shoulder. Jensen howls, arching beneath him and clawing down Jared's back, pulling at his flannel shirt until buttons go flying and fabric rends.
There's no style, no finesse. There's no time for it. "Suck," Jensen orders gruffly, shoving two fingers into Jared's mouth. He shouts curses as Jared's teeth grind down around his fingers, then hauls off and smacks him again. "You'll fucking regret that, bitch," he snarls, closing a hand around Jared's throat. He braces his body, pinning Jared with his knees and that one hand, working Jared's jeans down with his other hand. Jensen's fingers are nearly dry but he shoves them in hard anyway, his nostrils flaring with excitement when Jared yells and tries to buck him off.
Stars explode in Jensen's eyes as Jared throws him, his head crashing into the wall. They scrabble for dominance, clawing at each other and snarling, clothing ripping and tripping them up. Jensen lands a good blow to Jared's stomach, snatching his breath away, and in the next gasping moment he follows up with a chokehold, pushing Jared down to his front and pinning him there.
There's a dodgy moment when Jensen tries to get his own jeans shoved far enough down, when Jared kicks back with those long legs and nearly throws him again. But Jensen's fingers close tighter around Jared's neck, and one good slam of his face against the floor buys time enough. Jensen spits into his free hand, slicks his erection as pitifully best as he can. Then he lines up, teeth cutting through the flesh of his lower lip as he forces his way in. It's tight, too tight, and Jensen cusses at Jared's bucking. "Knock it off, asshole!" he grates, yanking Jared's hips back till he's on his knees.
"Fuck you," Jared spits out, grimacing. He bears down, fighting to make it easier, but fuck he's just too dry. "When you leave," he gasps, then moans as Jensen finally presses deeper, "you better run, bitch."
Jensen laughs. Laughs. And he digs his fingertips into Jared's thighs, holding him steady against the slow drag of his cock, the aching push back in. "How many times do I have to fucking tell you?" he sing-songs, his gut clenching against the climax rearing up. His words start to break, gasped out in hissing bursts in time with his thrusts. "You are not- getting rid- of me- so easy!"
Jared just groans, shuddering as Jensen's cock rakes across his prostate. "Jesus jesus fuck," he whispers, his knuckles clenched white against the carpet. "Jesus- Jensen-!" He shoves back on his elbows and grabs his erection. A few quick pulls and he's shaking, howling as his cock pulses, creamy white jets covering his fingers.
A growl works its way up from Jensen's chest into his throat, and he slams harder, forcing through impossible resistance. One more thrust, two, and he freezes, pleasure raging through him as he comes hard.
Getting out is easier than getting in, Jensen's cock eased this time by his own hot seed, spilling from Jared's body. His smile is pure smug triumph as he lies back on the carpet next to Jared, and licks a fleck of blood from one of his fingernails.
"Asshole," Jared gasps.
"Yeah."
Jared rolls his eyes. "Wild dogs, man. Don't fucking say I didn't warn you."
Author: sally_simpson76
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't know these guys, and I make no claims about their real-life activities.
Warnings: 1.) This is growly and bitey and angry. If you're looking for shiny happy J2... keep looking.
2.) POV is all kinds of inconsistent. Sorry for any annoyance that causes.
Written ages ago for zillah975, and she knows why!
Summary: Unresolved sexual tension finally got resolved, and now there's cleaning up to do.
"Fuck you."
"Whatever, man. Just go." Jared kicks his long legs up to cross at the ankles on the coffee table, his posture one of studied casualness as he leans back, opens his book. He's not paying Jensen any attention. He's not thinking about that tight body, solid and heated and strong. He's not thinking about the way those amazing green eyes flash when he gets riled about something. And he's definitely not thinking about that mouth - oh god, Jensen's mouth - pouty and perfect and wet and hot and.... No, Jared is definitely not thinking about him at all.
And god that pisses Jensen off.
"Fucking put it down and look at me, asshole!"
Jared sighs in exasperation, and barely glances over. Everything about his body language screams just how little he thinks of this moment. Everything on the surface, that is- just beneath, he's radiating panic and rage. And no fucking way is Jensen going to fall for the pretty picture on top.
"What the fuck is that, anyway?" Jensen marches over and snatches the book from Jared's hands, completely ignoring the death-glare that earns him. "King Lear? Christ, you're poetic." He snorts, and tosses the book back into Jared's lap.
"Will you just fuck off?" Jared spits out. "I'm telling you, you do not want to be here right now."
"Right, right, because if I leave now and you ignore me then things will just magically go back to the way they were." Jensen rolls his eyes and stares down at his best friend. "I don't want some heart-to-heart, dipshit. But it's out there and you have to deal with it. We have to deal with it," he says pointedly. "Somehow we still have to work together."
"You think I'm not thinking about that?" Jared demands, firing up. "It's all I'm thinking about. I'm telling you to back off for your own good, man."
"I don't want to back off." Jensen shrugs. If Jared wants to do this the hard way, fine. He'll only regret it. "And besides," Jensen says slyly, leaning down to brace his arms against the couch on either side of Jared, "I think my own good'll be even better if we fuck again."
Jared glares, and his mouth tightens until there's a tiny muscle in his jaw that's jumping from the strain. "No." With elaborate care, he opens his book again and pretends to read. And fuck if the words are making a bit of sense.
Jensen watches him, seething. "Why. Not."
Taking a deep breath, Jared focuses, centers himself. And when he speaks again, his voice is calmer. "Because I'm a possessive asshole, Jensen. If we get mixed up together, it'll be a fucking mess." Judging himself to be safer now, more controlled, he flicks a glance up at his friend. "Trust me on this. Let's just move on like it didn't happen, all right?"
The moment drags out, silence raging between them. Eventually Jensen turns away, pacing the room and looking around blindly. "I'm not moving on."
"Let it go."
"I'm not letting go!" Jensen turns back to Jared and clenches his hands into fists. "Why are you making such a huge thing out of this?"
"Because it is a huge thing," Jared answers, his teeth set. He blows a breath out, and then continues, raising his eyes to pin Jensen where he stands. "Once you're mine, that's it. I will fucking dismember you and feed you to wild dogs before I let some idiot blonde Victoria's Secret model hang on your arm and slobber on you at premieres. You understand me?"
Jensen's heart is pounding so hard that he'd swear the thunder of it can be heard for miles away. And he knows Jared knows it, for all he's pretending to ignore him now and go back to reading. Slowly, each foot set deliberately and surely before the other, he crosses the room back to the couch. There's a brief struggle over the book, Jensen trying to pull it out of Jared's stubborn iron grip. But eventually Jared realizes that holding on so hard is ruining the casual careless image he's trying to affect, and he lets go.
Tossing the book aside, Jensen straddles Jared's thighs and sits down on his lap. He leans in just close enough that their eyes meet, feeling Jared's body go rigid beneath him. Like hell you want me to forget it. Jensen speaks quietly, his voice even. "Do you know how hot it makes me when you talk like that?"
There's a flash of something in Jared's hazel eyes- panic racing through him in an instant. "You're fucking stupid to even think that way, man."
One frozen, silent heartbeat. Two. And then the back of Jensen's hand connects with Jared's jaw, the crack of flesh against flesh loud in the stillness. "Do not fucking call me stupid," he says, quiet steel ringing in his voice. "Do you understand me?"
Fury blooms in Jared's eyes. Shock right there with it. And the next moment is a blur of motion, Jared shoving Jensen off his lap to the floor and vaulting to cover him. They roll on the carpet, someone's leg kicking out and crashing against the coffee table, low-voiced curses spat out between growls. Jared scrabbles at Jensen's t-shirt, pulling it away and clamping his teeth down hard on his shoulder. Jensen howls, arching beneath him and clawing down Jared's back, pulling at his flannel shirt until buttons go flying and fabric rends.
There's no style, no finesse. There's no time for it. "Suck," Jensen orders gruffly, shoving two fingers into Jared's mouth. He shouts curses as Jared's teeth grind down around his fingers, then hauls off and smacks him again. "You'll fucking regret that, bitch," he snarls, closing a hand around Jared's throat. He braces his body, pinning Jared with his knees and that one hand, working Jared's jeans down with his other hand. Jensen's fingers are nearly dry but he shoves them in hard anyway, his nostrils flaring with excitement when Jared yells and tries to buck him off.
Stars explode in Jensen's eyes as Jared throws him, his head crashing into the wall. They scrabble for dominance, clawing at each other and snarling, clothing ripping and tripping them up. Jensen lands a good blow to Jared's stomach, snatching his breath away, and in the next gasping moment he follows up with a chokehold, pushing Jared down to his front and pinning him there.
There's a dodgy moment when Jensen tries to get his own jeans shoved far enough down, when Jared kicks back with those long legs and nearly throws him again. But Jensen's fingers close tighter around Jared's neck, and one good slam of his face against the floor buys time enough. Jensen spits into his free hand, slicks his erection as pitifully best as he can. Then he lines up, teeth cutting through the flesh of his lower lip as he forces his way in. It's tight, too tight, and Jensen cusses at Jared's bucking. "Knock it off, asshole!" he grates, yanking Jared's hips back till he's on his knees.
"Fuck you," Jared spits out, grimacing. He bears down, fighting to make it easier, but fuck he's just too dry. "When you leave," he gasps, then moans as Jensen finally presses deeper, "you better run, bitch."
Jensen laughs. Laughs. And he digs his fingertips into Jared's thighs, holding him steady against the slow drag of his cock, the aching push back in. "How many times do I have to fucking tell you?" he sing-songs, his gut clenching against the climax rearing up. His words start to break, gasped out in hissing bursts in time with his thrusts. "You are not- getting rid- of me- so easy!"
Jared just groans, shuddering as Jensen's cock rakes across his prostate. "Jesus jesus fuck," he whispers, his knuckles clenched white against the carpet. "Jesus- Jensen-!" He shoves back on his elbows and grabs his erection. A few quick pulls and he's shaking, howling as his cock pulses, creamy white jets covering his fingers.
A growl works its way up from Jensen's chest into his throat, and he slams harder, forcing through impossible resistance. One more thrust, two, and he freezes, pleasure raging through him as he comes hard.
Getting out is easier than getting in, Jensen's cock eased this time by his own hot seed, spilling from Jared's body. His smile is pure smug triumph as he lies back on the carpet next to Jared, and licks a fleck of blood from one of his fingernails.
"Asshole," Jared gasps.
"Yeah."
Jared rolls his eyes. "Wild dogs, man. Don't fucking say I didn't warn you."