Possession
Title: Possession
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: R
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 1263
Summary: Title taken from song of the same name by Sarah McLachlan, this story was inspired by it, in particular this line my body aches to breathe your breath and it's been something I've wanted to write for a while.
Jensen bucks up, his hips leaving the bed, and he swallows hard. His breath shallower now, shorter, hitching on every inhalation. He keeps his eyes closed. He doesn’t want to break the moment. Makes it easier to pretend. He throws his arm up over his face as he strokes faster, biting down on his hand as he nears completion as Jared’s name threatens to spill from his lips. He can’t know. God if he knew. Jensen practically sobbed as he came. Collapsing back down into the mattress he rolls onto his side, grabbing some tissues to wipe himself off.
From the moment he’d met Jared, he’d wanted him. Which was marginally awkward given that they were to play brothers. At first Jensen had just assumed the feelings would go away. But they didn’t. And by the time he’d realised they were there to stay, it was too late for him to do anything about them. Too much time had passed and his role as Jared’s best friend was pretty much sealed in fate. Only Jensen just couldn’t stop thinking about him. What he would taste like. Every lingering touch was sweet agony, leaving him in desperate need of more.
Jensen turns back over onto his back, pulling up the covers. Night was the only companion that could give him anything that vaguely resembled what he wanted, but the fantasies just weren’t enough. His heart resolving that maybe tomorrow he will tell him. His head knowing he won’t. And then he falls asleep.
*~*~*~*~*
His trailer door slams shut behind him and he slumps back against it. Heart pounding beneath his chest, he takes a deep breath. Being alone right now might not have been his greatest plan. If there’s people watching he can keep his cool. But on his own? He might start hyperventilating. Jared just tried to kiss him. Well not for real. Obviously. It’s just one of those things that Jared does. Like he does sometimes when they’re in public. Hamming it up for the camera. It’ll probably end up in the gag reel. Jensen as always had backed away, with a ‘what the hell’ sort of expression on his face before joining in the laughter.
That’s right about when his stomach gives out, dropping into to some bottomless pit. He doesn’t miss the added twinge to his heart either. It makes him physically ache. God what he’d give just to lean into it.
The only time it hurts more is when Jared is with someone else. The thought of someone else sharing his touches...
“Jen,” his name followed by a light rap on the door, “We’re needed back on set.”
“I’m coming.”
*~*~*~*~*
Jensen couldn’t move. He hadn’t been planning on moving. When they got home he had only just managed to find the strength to kick off his shoes and flick on the tv before collapsing onto the couch. But now, he couldn’t move, because when Jared had come over to join him Jensen had immediately pushed himself up into a sitting position, grumbling at the effort, and Jared being Jared said, “Dude, don’t be ridiculous” before tugging him down so that his head was in Jared’s lap.
So Jensen is very resolutely staring at the ceiling, because he’s sure that if he turns his head to look at the screen Jared will be able to feel his pulse against his leg. Being that close to Jared’s crotch? And then there was also the hand that Jared had stuck on his knee at some point that he now had to contend with. That simple touch made his hair stand on end, the sensation of it creeping up the inside of his thigh. And he can’t help it, his head snaps to the side involuntarily, the sudden movement seemingly reminding Jared of his presence, “Hey, you need to go to bed?”
“Hmm?” Jensen blinks his eyes open, he hadn’t even been aware they were closed, sitting up a little quicker than maybe he should, “Uh, yeah, sorry man, I’m beat.”
Jared just smiling that easy Jared smile, “Sleep tight, old man.”
“You too, asshole,” he says with a laugh, ruffling Jared’s hair on his way to the stairs. The smile on his lips doesn’t make it to the landing. Even though his skin is flushed, he feels cold. He really doesn’t know how much longer he can do this.
*~*~*~*~*
Jared’s talking. Jensen isn’t really listening, at least not to any of the words in particular. He doesn’t often get the chance to just let it wash over him, to get lost in it. Usually he has to give the actual words his full attention, keeping his eyes on Jared’s eyes. But right now he’s looking at his lips. Jared’s not talking to him. They have some friends over, and Jensen is far away enough to not be included in the conversation, but close enough to track Jared’s every expression, every intonation. Eyes flicking to the big guy’s hands every few seconds. Jared can’t stop moving them. Jensen doesn’t need to look in a mirror to know he’s smiling. He really can’t help it.
*~*~*~*~*
“What the hell has gotten into you?”
They’re fighting. They never fight. But Jensen really put his foot in it this time. He had yelled at an extra. And okay Jared had actually been more worried about his well-being, running after him after profusely apologizing to the extra on Jensen’s behalf. But now Jared looked kind of pissed, though he still couldn’t quite banish the concern from those big puppy eyes. Jensen had gone on the defensive, and he knows he shouldn’t have. It’s not Jared’s fault. But he’s pissed, he knows he shouldn’t have shouted at the girl. She was just doing her job. And he’s pissed that he’s pissed in the first place, and coupled with that flicker of hurt in Jared’s eyes?
Yeah, he feels like a douchebag, he sighs, “Can we just forget it?” Jensen makes to turn away but Jared closes in on him, effectively pinning him to the wall, though he doesn’t touch him, one hand resting either side of him.
“Don’t you passively aggressively sigh at me Jensen Ross Ackles. And don’t even think for a second that I’m just gonna let this go. I don’t know what that was back there, but something’s wrong, and I’m not leaving until you tell me what.”
“I-...” Jensen bites his lip, searching Jared’s eyes for...something. Trying to plead with him silently, he really doesn’t want to give a response to that. Not right now...
“What?” Jared asks, his voice softer, but no less commanding.
“I’m in love with you,” his voice feels thick in his throat, the full reality of what he just said crashing into him full speed, like a freight train, as Jared stays silent, leaving him paralysed.
Just when he finds it in him to actually breathe Jared knocks it back out of him, his hands closing round Jensen’s wrists. Jensen’s head smacks against the wall as Jared crushes his mouth with his own, teeth clacking, Jared sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, releasing it with a nip, rough, possessive, “’Bout time,” and he says this with the widest grin, cupping Jensen’s face with his hands, heads resting together, he swipes his thumbs over Jensen’s cheeks, brushing away the tears and he whispers, “Love you.”
And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I’ll take your breath away
And after I’d wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: R
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 1263
Summary: Title taken from song of the same name by Sarah McLachlan, this story was inspired by it, in particular this line my body aches to breathe your breath and it's been something I've wanted to write for a while.
Jensen bucks up, his hips leaving the bed, and he swallows hard. His breath shallower now, shorter, hitching on every inhalation. He keeps his eyes closed. He doesn’t want to break the moment. Makes it easier to pretend. He throws his arm up over his face as he strokes faster, biting down on his hand as he nears completion as Jared’s name threatens to spill from his lips. He can’t know. God if he knew. Jensen practically sobbed as he came. Collapsing back down into the mattress he rolls onto his side, grabbing some tissues to wipe himself off.
From the moment he’d met Jared, he’d wanted him. Which was marginally awkward given that they were to play brothers. At first Jensen had just assumed the feelings would go away. But they didn’t. And by the time he’d realised they were there to stay, it was too late for him to do anything about them. Too much time had passed and his role as Jared’s best friend was pretty much sealed in fate. Only Jensen just couldn’t stop thinking about him. What he would taste like. Every lingering touch was sweet agony, leaving him in desperate need of more.
Jensen turns back over onto his back, pulling up the covers. Night was the only companion that could give him anything that vaguely resembled what he wanted, but the fantasies just weren’t enough. His heart resolving that maybe tomorrow he will tell him. His head knowing he won’t. And then he falls asleep.
*~*~*~*~*
His trailer door slams shut behind him and he slumps back against it. Heart pounding beneath his chest, he takes a deep breath. Being alone right now might not have been his greatest plan. If there’s people watching he can keep his cool. But on his own? He might start hyperventilating. Jared just tried to kiss him. Well not for real. Obviously. It’s just one of those things that Jared does. Like he does sometimes when they’re in public. Hamming it up for the camera. It’ll probably end up in the gag reel. Jensen as always had backed away, with a ‘what the hell’ sort of expression on his face before joining in the laughter.
That’s right about when his stomach gives out, dropping into to some bottomless pit. He doesn’t miss the added twinge to his heart either. It makes him physically ache. God what he’d give just to lean into it.
The only time it hurts more is when Jared is with someone else. The thought of someone else sharing his touches...
“Jen,” his name followed by a light rap on the door, “We’re needed back on set.”
“I’m coming.”
*~*~*~*~*
Jensen couldn’t move. He hadn’t been planning on moving. When they got home he had only just managed to find the strength to kick off his shoes and flick on the tv before collapsing onto the couch. But now, he couldn’t move, because when Jared had come over to join him Jensen had immediately pushed himself up into a sitting position, grumbling at the effort, and Jared being Jared said, “Dude, don’t be ridiculous” before tugging him down so that his head was in Jared’s lap.
So Jensen is very resolutely staring at the ceiling, because he’s sure that if he turns his head to look at the screen Jared will be able to feel his pulse against his leg. Being that close to Jared’s crotch? And then there was also the hand that Jared had stuck on his knee at some point that he now had to contend with. That simple touch made his hair stand on end, the sensation of it creeping up the inside of his thigh. And he can’t help it, his head snaps to the side involuntarily, the sudden movement seemingly reminding Jared of his presence, “Hey, you need to go to bed?”
“Hmm?” Jensen blinks his eyes open, he hadn’t even been aware they were closed, sitting up a little quicker than maybe he should, “Uh, yeah, sorry man, I’m beat.”
Jared just smiling that easy Jared smile, “Sleep tight, old man.”
“You too, asshole,” he says with a laugh, ruffling Jared’s hair on his way to the stairs. The smile on his lips doesn’t make it to the landing. Even though his skin is flushed, he feels cold. He really doesn’t know how much longer he can do this.
*~*~*~*~*
Jared’s talking. Jensen isn’t really listening, at least not to any of the words in particular. He doesn’t often get the chance to just let it wash over him, to get lost in it. Usually he has to give the actual words his full attention, keeping his eyes on Jared’s eyes. But right now he’s looking at his lips. Jared’s not talking to him. They have some friends over, and Jensen is far away enough to not be included in the conversation, but close enough to track Jared’s every expression, every intonation. Eyes flicking to the big guy’s hands every few seconds. Jared can’t stop moving them. Jensen doesn’t need to look in a mirror to know he’s smiling. He really can’t help it.
*~*~*~*~*
“What the hell has gotten into you?”
They’re fighting. They never fight. But Jensen really put his foot in it this time. He had yelled at an extra. And okay Jared had actually been more worried about his well-being, running after him after profusely apologizing to the extra on Jensen’s behalf. But now Jared looked kind of pissed, though he still couldn’t quite banish the concern from those big puppy eyes. Jensen had gone on the defensive, and he knows he shouldn’t have. It’s not Jared’s fault. But he’s pissed, he knows he shouldn’t have shouted at the girl. She was just doing her job. And he’s pissed that he’s pissed in the first place, and coupled with that flicker of hurt in Jared’s eyes?
Yeah, he feels like a douchebag, he sighs, “Can we just forget it?” Jensen makes to turn away but Jared closes in on him, effectively pinning him to the wall, though he doesn’t touch him, one hand resting either side of him.
“Don’t you passively aggressively sigh at me Jensen Ross Ackles. And don’t even think for a second that I’m just gonna let this go. I don’t know what that was back there, but something’s wrong, and I’m not leaving until you tell me what.”
“I-...” Jensen bites his lip, searching Jared’s eyes for...something. Trying to plead with him silently, he really doesn’t want to give a response to that. Not right now...
“What?” Jared asks, his voice softer, but no less commanding.
“I’m in love with you,” his voice feels thick in his throat, the full reality of what he just said crashing into him full speed, like a freight train, as Jared stays silent, leaving him paralysed.
Just when he finds it in him to actually breathe Jared knocks it back out of him, his hands closing round Jensen’s wrists. Jensen’s head smacks against the wall as Jared crushes his mouth with his own, teeth clacking, Jared sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, releasing it with a nip, rough, possessive, “’Bout time,” and he says this with the widest grin, cupping Jensen’s face with his hands, heads resting together, he swipes his thumbs over Jensen’s cheeks, brushing away the tears and he whispers, “Love you.”
And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I’ll take your breath away
And after I’d wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear