RPS: Possession is Nine-Tenths of the Law, by isabeau
Title: Possession is Nine-Tenths of the Law
Pairing: J2
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: None
Summary: Is there such a thing as too much sex? Maaaybe.
Note: I don't write RPS, which means I didn't write this either. >_> Honest.
It wasn't that Jensen minded the sex, really, even though it was kind of blurring the lines between things he'd dreamt about and things he actually /did/. And it wasn't that he minded who he was having sex with, because, well, Jared was /hot/. (And he'd tried talking, a bit awkwardly, about how Jared and Sandy had this great thing going that he didn't want to get between, trying to gauge how Jared felt; but Jared had said that she knew and was cool with it, "and besides," and he wriggled just so, and licked a stripe up Jensen's neck before breathing in his ear, "getting between us would be /awesome/." Which had given Jensen visuals that, really, he didn't mind much either.)
The problem--
Well, really, the problem was that there was just /too much/ sex. Which wasn't something Jensen would have thought he'd ever think, except, well, there it was.
Not that it should have been much of a surprise; Jared could eat enough food for three people and still be hungry, so it made sense that he could do the same with sex. But Jensen was starting to get a bit exhausted by it all.
"No such thing as too much sex," Jared opined, even though it was almost time for them to be back from their lunch break and Jared was trying to climb on top of Jensen /again/.
"Of course you'd say that, freak," Jensen said. "Obviously, you're possessed." And, jesting, he started the words of one of the exorcism rituals they used on the show. When Jared jerked back and started to shake, Jensen laughed, figuring Jared had recognized what he was doing and was playing along.
And then the white smoke started pouring out of his mouth and pooling heavily around them, and Jensen freaked out, because /that wasn't supposed to happen/.
Except that, obviously, it had.
#
The doctors on set couldn't find anything obviously wrong with Jared ("we were talking," Jensen said, leaving out what else they'd been doing, "and he just collapsed"), but they sent him to the hopsital anyway, just to make sure, and then home. Jensen followed.
"What happened?" Jared asked, when they were alone, and the question meant: /I know what you told people, but what really happened?/
"I, uh." Jensen couldn't quite look at him. "I think you may have been possessed."
Jared lifted one eyebrow, eloquence enough.
"By a succubus, or something," Jensen muttered.
"Dude, that isn't funny," Jared said finally.
"No, it isn't." Jensen looked at him then, and Jared frowned and chewed on his bottom lip.
"This is real life, not-- not--"
"I know," Jensen said. "And there's more."
#
Turns out that exorcisms in real life didn't quite work the way they did on the show. The succubus-or-something hadn't been sent back to hell, but had hung around, a semiformless shape that only appeared to be visible to Jensen and Jared (or at any rate, no one else had commented on it.) Outside of a human host, it looked small and almost pitiful, and while it didn't speak, it certainly was able to produce a general vibe of pleading.
"Can't you find someone else?" was Jared's first question, and the reaction was a regretful no.
Jared's second question was directed in whispers to Jensen, and they talked about it for a long time before making the proposal to the succubus-or-something: "If we let you have sex in us some of the time, can you keep it to only /some/ of the time?"
Because, really, the sex was damn good.
Pairing: J2
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: None
Summary: Is there such a thing as too much sex? Maaaybe.
Note: I don't write RPS, which means I didn't write this either. >_> Honest.
It wasn't that Jensen minded the sex, really, even though it was kind of blurring the lines between things he'd dreamt about and things he actually /did/. And it wasn't that he minded who he was having sex with, because, well, Jared was /hot/. (And he'd tried talking, a bit awkwardly, about how Jared and Sandy had this great thing going that he didn't want to get between, trying to gauge how Jared felt; but Jared had said that she knew and was cool with it, "and besides," and he wriggled just so, and licked a stripe up Jensen's neck before breathing in his ear, "getting between us would be /awesome/." Which had given Jensen visuals that, really, he didn't mind much either.)
The problem--
Well, really, the problem was that there was just /too much/ sex. Which wasn't something Jensen would have thought he'd ever think, except, well, there it was.
Not that it should have been much of a surprise; Jared could eat enough food for three people and still be hungry, so it made sense that he could do the same with sex. But Jensen was starting to get a bit exhausted by it all.
"No such thing as too much sex," Jared opined, even though it was almost time for them to be back from their lunch break and Jared was trying to climb on top of Jensen /again/.
"Of course you'd say that, freak," Jensen said. "Obviously, you're possessed." And, jesting, he started the words of one of the exorcism rituals they used on the show. When Jared jerked back and started to shake, Jensen laughed, figuring Jared had recognized what he was doing and was playing along.
And then the white smoke started pouring out of his mouth and pooling heavily around them, and Jensen freaked out, because /that wasn't supposed to happen/.
Except that, obviously, it had.
#
The doctors on set couldn't find anything obviously wrong with Jared ("we were talking," Jensen said, leaving out what else they'd been doing, "and he just collapsed"), but they sent him to the hopsital anyway, just to make sure, and then home. Jensen followed.
"What happened?" Jared asked, when they were alone, and the question meant: /I know what you told people, but what really happened?/
"I, uh." Jensen couldn't quite look at him. "I think you may have been possessed."
Jared lifted one eyebrow, eloquence enough.
"By a succubus, or something," Jensen muttered.
"Dude, that isn't funny," Jared said finally.
"No, it isn't." Jensen looked at him then, and Jared frowned and chewed on his bottom lip.
"This is real life, not-- not--"
"I know," Jensen said. "And there's more."
#
Turns out that exorcisms in real life didn't quite work the way they did on the show. The succubus-or-something hadn't been sent back to hell, but had hung around, a semiformless shape that only appeared to be visible to Jensen and Jared (or at any rate, no one else had commented on it.) Outside of a human host, it looked small and almost pitiful, and while it didn't speak, it certainly was able to produce a general vibe of pleading.
"Can't you find someone else?" was Jared's first question, and the reaction was a regretful no.
Jared's second question was directed in whispers to Jensen, and they talked about it for a long time before making the proposal to the succubus-or-something: "If we let you have sex in us some of the time, can you keep it to only /some/ of the time?"
Because, really, the sex was damn good.