FIC: Dealbreaker 12/?
Title: Dealbreaker 12/?
Author: trueshellz
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Summary: Jensen and Jared are both lawyers; each with their own life and routines, but a turn of events forces the two to work together.
Rating: NC- 17
Disclaimer: No one belongs to me except the original characters
Beta: write_in_red Thank you hunni!
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Jared was faintly aware of some pressure on his arms and legs, a pain shooting up his left ankle and a coppery taste in his mouth. He can hear sounds, then nothing, followed by Jensen repeating his name, and then nothing again.
“Jared? Jared, come on wake up. Please.”
There’s a tapping on the back of his hand and Jared forces his eyes open. Everything is a bit fuzzy at first; he can see Jensen… and Jensen’s twin
Jensen doesn’t have a twin.
Does he?
“I think I hurt my ankle.”
“You’re lucky you didn’t breaking your neck.”
Jared was sure he had a response on the tip of his tongue. But his eyelids feel so heavy…
***
When Jared wakes up again he’s in a bed, on further inspection he’s in Jensen’s bed. His head is heavy and sore, and when he looks down he can see his left ankle bandaged.
Turns out, he did hurt it like he thought,
Jared glances around and tries not to wince when the light coming through the window shines in his eyes. After some consideration, Jared pulls himself into a sitting position and swings his legs off the bed.
He tries putting some weight onto his left foot only to have the pain almost send him to the floor. Instead of trying to be strong for when no one is in the room, he uses the wall to help him and walks towards the door. Not quite to the door Jared can feel the energy draining out of him and he’s almost tempted to sit down on the floor for a while.
Then there’s a warm arm around his midriff keeping him from ending up on the floor.
“I gotcha, Jared.”
With a lot of help and some carrying on Jensen’s part, Jared gets himself back to the bed. Jared can feel a sheen of sweat on his brow and the pain in his ankle is amplified
He feels embarrassed. He hasn’t been carried since his college days when he was drunk off his ass.
“Why in God’s name would you even try getting up Jared?”
Jared cracks an eye open and tries to glare, but can't muster up the strength to do so. “Dunno. Didn’t wanna stay here.”
“Well, you’re not allowed to move okay?”
“Is that an order?”
Jensen glares. “No, that’s a if-you-try-getting-up- I’ll kick-your-ass. Interpret it how you will.”
“What happened?”
Jensen tries not to replay the scene in his mind. Seeing Jared tumble off the edge and then land in a heap at the bottom was enough to make bile rise in his throat. He had quickly slid down the bank to the bottom; relieved to find that Jared was breathing.
“Took a tumble down the bank.”
“Oh. How bad?”
Jensen reaches over and gingerly pokes Jared’s head, just above his eyebrow. “Sliced yourself open here.” Then places his palm on Jared arm. “Scraped along there.” And onto his ankle. “Fucked that up too.” Warm hands on his chest. “Bruised yourself here.”
Jared tried not to react to Jensen’s warm touch, but it proved difficult when he kept touching him like that. Even with the warmth in the air, Jensen’s hand was like a brand iron through his clothes.
“Oh.”
“You hurting anywhere else?”
Jared shook his head. “Could use a shower though.”
Jensen huffed. “Right. Like you can really stand up long enough to shower.”
Jared glared at him, brown hair falling into his eyes. “I could too.” Jensen stared at him expectantly and Jared was forced to admit that he couldn’t. “Still need to shower though.”
“There’s a bath you could use.”
Jared tried searching his mind for a bath in the house. “Where?”
“It’s outside.” At Jared’s expression. “Not that far. It’s around the back. The cabin has two toilets and two wash areas, one inside and one outside. So, I’ll help you grab your stuff and hoist you to the bath.”
“You are not washing me Jensen.” Jared again tried glaring, but the motion pulled on the cut too much.
“Would you rather I left you in the bathtub to drown? Huh?” Jensen voiced rose an octave. “Do you have any idea what it was like watching you tumble down the bank? I thought you were dead. Again! And all I kept thinking the whole time back was that I should have taken better care of you. That I should have booked a fancy hotel in Majorca instead of bringing you here. That I should have-“ Jensen broke off mid- sentence. “So don’t tell me what I can and cannot do Jared.”
In the end, Jared had no choice but to wobble over, with Jensen supporting him, out the cabin. The door creaked when he opened it and it was dark. Very, very dark. Jared tensed up automatically, back stiffening and feet stopping mid-step. Jensen must have sensed something because the next thing he knew, Jensen had pulled out a huge torch from behind the door and switched it on.
“Nice and bright for ya, Jared.” But the tone wasn’t condescending or mocking.
Jensen placed Jared on the edge of the bathtub and turned on the water. Jared could smell something fruity going into the water. Pomegranate maybe? Or papaya. And then Jensen was lifting him back up with orders to strip.
“You want me to what?”
“You gonna shower in your clothes, Padalecki?” At Jared’s almost glare. “I’ll even turn around.” Jensen made a grand gesture of swivelling on his heel so he had his back to Jared.
Jared, with a sigh and some curses under his breath, reluctantly began to take off his clothes. His shirt was ratty, caked with blood from his head wound he imagined; and his jeans were a pain to get off, every time the denim brushed his ankle, he bit back another curse. Twisting and turning winded him, bruises on his ribs protesting in pain.
Jensen turned around and helped him into the bath, strong arms holding him under his armpits as he got his legs in. They worked together to remove the bandage around his ankle as he lowered it in.
“Boxers Jared.” Jared was just about to- “Don’t argue with me.” And sighed again instead.
Jared reluctantly slipped them off in the bath and dropped them in a sodden pile on the side of the tub. “Happy now? Perve.”
Jensen silently picked up a bottle of shampoo and kneeling beside the tub, he began to lather it up and wash Jared’s hair. The motions were soothing; Jared could feel Jensen’s fingers lightly scratching his scalp and quickly his eyes began to droop.
“Ya know,” Jared’s voice sounded sleepy. “I’m not an invalid. I can wash my own hair?”
“Really? You tried lifting your arms above your head Jared?” At Jared’s silence, Jensen chuckled. “That’s what I thought. Just sit down and shut up, yeah?”
Jensen picked up a small jug and began lifting water out the bucket nearby, pouring it carefully over Jared’s hair. He then lifted the bar of soap, lathering it quickly he began washing Jared’s chest.
“Is this all we’re gonna do while we’re here?” Jared turned and looked at Jensen, only wincing slightly at the motion.
Jensen shook his head like a reprimanding parent and carefully turned Jared back around. “Not sure yet. I mean we could…”
Jared could hear what Jensen was saying, but wasn’t really listening. He was more aware of the way that Jensen’s hands moved across his chest. He could feel Jensen’s nails catch against his nipples randomly, rub against his stomach as he carefully washed around Jared’s sore ribs and he was embarrassed to admit that he was getting turned on. He could feel his cock taking interest, mentally willing himself to gain control he tried to focus on what Jensen was saying; but it was like every touch, every accidental brush was hot-wired to his dick.
“… you okay? Jared?”
“Hunh?”
Jensen stilled his movements on Jared’s back and shoulders, angling his head above his shoulders he looked at Jared closely. “I asked if you were okay? You seem a bit flushed.” He placed his hand on Jared’s forehead and then against his cheeks. “No sign of a fever. How you feeling?”
“I’m-“ Jared coughed quickly to cover how turned on he was. He could feel his cock thick, lying hard and full against his thigh. “I’m good. Thanks.”
Jensen frowned slightly, Jared was still flushed and Jensen could see him shift ever so slightly when he placed his hand lower on Jared’s stomach. Just to check, Jensen brushed his hand even lower, hand just grazing the juncture of his hipbones and smiled when he heard Jared’s sharp intake of breath.
“So… you seem to like me Jared.” Jensen brushed lower, fingertips brushing Jared’s dick. “And I sure as hell like you.” To state his point, he placed a kiss against Jared’s neck.
“I barely… barely like you Jensen.”
“Really?” Jensen grasped Jared’s dick in his hand, forming a fist he began stroking him up and down slowly. “’coz to me, this really seems like you don’t like me Jared?”
“Fuck.”
Jared gave up all pretence of not enjoying this. He grabbed the back of Jensen’s head and pulled him down so their mouths could meet. He could feel his ribs and bruises protest against the movement, but he couldn’t care less. He welcomed Jensen’s tongue in his mouth and groaned as his hand moved up and down his length. Jensen’s other hand was pulling open his jeans and Jared could hear the clanging of his belt against the sides of the bath. He pulled himself away and tried to pull Jensen into the bath. He could hear the splash as the water hit the floor, but with the way Jensen was above him he really couldn’t care.
“Jared… don’t wanna hurt you.” Jensen was holding himself away from Jared.
“I’m good, just…” Jared manoeuvred them so he was comfortable and he could reach Jensen as well.
He reached down and pulled Jensen’s zipper down, reaching inside he smeared the pre-come gathered at the tip of Jensen’s dick and used it to slick the rest of the length. Jensen pulled his face up towards him and held onto the sides of his face as they kissed, tongues duelling, teeth biting; Jared groaned as Jensen began jerking him off again. He could feel the water against them and only imagined the mess it was making.
“One of these days,” Jensen breathed against his lips. “I’m actually gonna get you on a bed and fuck you stupid.”
Jared couldn’t help but groan, he could feel Jensen chuckle against his mouth. “You like that huh?” Jared nodded. “I’m gonna lay you down, get my fingers inside that pretty ass, lick you open, get you nice and wet. Then, when you’re all strung out, I’m gonna get my cock inside you. Fuck you nice and slow. Maybe hard and fast.”
Jared could barely think, let alone form a coherent sentence. He let Jensen tongue-fuck his mouth, licking his way inside and moaned as Jensen’s hand sped up on his dick.
“Come on Jared. Come for me.”
Jared couldn’t help but comply, the orgasm singed through his veins as he spilled over Jensen’s hand. His own hand faltering in rhythm, he felt Jensen’s hand join his. He could feel the change in his breathing; Jensen’s breath becoming shorter and more shallow as he neared orgasm. He felt Jensen’s come, warm and sticky painting his hand. Jared was kissed almost brutally, head angled for a deeper entry. Then it became lighter, softer as Jensen’s hands began stroking the back of his neck, down his chest and pinching a nipple as he ran his hands down.
Jensen pulled away and glanced at him carefully. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
Jared shifted a little, only wincing a little as his ankle protested against the lack of movement.
“Shit, Jared I’m so sorry.”
Jensen carefully moved down and checked his ankle, all the time muttering apologies and asking if anywhere else hurt.
“Jensen. Jensen.” Jared lightly kicked him using his good foot. “I’m fine.” Jensen didn’t look convinced. Jared rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’m sore and my foot is painful. But, what we just did was awesome.”
“Jared-“
“And I’m really looking forward to you fucking me.”
Jensen smirked. “Well, when you put it that way.” And he grabbed Jared playfully.
By the end of the evening, there was more water on the floor than in the bath.
Chapter 13
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Author: trueshellz
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Summary: Jensen and Jared are both lawyers; each with their own life and routines, but a turn of events forces the two to work together.
Rating: NC- 17
Disclaimer: No one belongs to me except the original characters
Beta: write_in_red Thank you hunni!
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11
Jared was faintly aware of some pressure on his arms and legs, a pain shooting up his left ankle and a coppery taste in his mouth. He can hear sounds, then nothing, followed by Jensen repeating his name, and then nothing again.
“Jared? Jared, come on wake up. Please.”
There’s a tapping on the back of his hand and Jared forces his eyes open. Everything is a bit fuzzy at first; he can see Jensen… and Jensen’s twin
Jensen doesn’t have a twin.
Does he?
“I think I hurt my ankle.”
“You’re lucky you didn’t breaking your neck.”
Jared was sure he had a response on the tip of his tongue. But his eyelids feel so heavy…
***
When Jared wakes up again he’s in a bed, on further inspection he’s in Jensen’s bed. His head is heavy and sore, and when he looks down he can see his left ankle bandaged.
Turns out, he did hurt it like he thought,
Jared glances around and tries not to wince when the light coming through the window shines in his eyes. After some consideration, Jared pulls himself into a sitting position and swings his legs off the bed.
He tries putting some weight onto his left foot only to have the pain almost send him to the floor. Instead of trying to be strong for when no one is in the room, he uses the wall to help him and walks towards the door. Not quite to the door Jared can feel the energy draining out of him and he’s almost tempted to sit down on the floor for a while.
Then there’s a warm arm around his midriff keeping him from ending up on the floor.
“I gotcha, Jared.”
With a lot of help and some carrying on Jensen’s part, Jared gets himself back to the bed. Jared can feel a sheen of sweat on his brow and the pain in his ankle is amplified
He feels embarrassed. He hasn’t been carried since his college days when he was drunk off his ass.
“Why in God’s name would you even try getting up Jared?”
Jared cracks an eye open and tries to glare, but can't muster up the strength to do so. “Dunno. Didn’t wanna stay here.”
“Well, you’re not allowed to move okay?”
“Is that an order?”
Jensen glares. “No, that’s a if-you-try-getting-up- I’ll kick-your-ass. Interpret it how you will.”
“What happened?”
Jensen tries not to replay the scene in his mind. Seeing Jared tumble off the edge and then land in a heap at the bottom was enough to make bile rise in his throat. He had quickly slid down the bank to the bottom; relieved to find that Jared was breathing.
“Took a tumble down the bank.”
“Oh. How bad?”
Jensen reaches over and gingerly pokes Jared’s head, just above his eyebrow. “Sliced yourself open here.” Then places his palm on Jared arm. “Scraped along there.” And onto his ankle. “Fucked that up too.” Warm hands on his chest. “Bruised yourself here.”
Jared tried not to react to Jensen’s warm touch, but it proved difficult when he kept touching him like that. Even with the warmth in the air, Jensen’s hand was like a brand iron through his clothes.
“Oh.”
“You hurting anywhere else?”
Jared shook his head. “Could use a shower though.”
Jensen huffed. “Right. Like you can really stand up long enough to shower.”
Jared glared at him, brown hair falling into his eyes. “I could too.” Jensen stared at him expectantly and Jared was forced to admit that he couldn’t. “Still need to shower though.”
“There’s a bath you could use.”
Jared tried searching his mind for a bath in the house. “Where?”
“It’s outside.” At Jared’s expression. “Not that far. It’s around the back. The cabin has two toilets and two wash areas, one inside and one outside. So, I’ll help you grab your stuff and hoist you to the bath.”
“You are not washing me Jensen.” Jared again tried glaring, but the motion pulled on the cut too much.
“Would you rather I left you in the bathtub to drown? Huh?” Jensen voiced rose an octave. “Do you have any idea what it was like watching you tumble down the bank? I thought you were dead. Again! And all I kept thinking the whole time back was that I should have taken better care of you. That I should have booked a fancy hotel in Majorca instead of bringing you here. That I should have-“ Jensen broke off mid- sentence. “So don’t tell me what I can and cannot do Jared.”
In the end, Jared had no choice but to wobble over, with Jensen supporting him, out the cabin. The door creaked when he opened it and it was dark. Very, very dark. Jared tensed up automatically, back stiffening and feet stopping mid-step. Jensen must have sensed something because the next thing he knew, Jensen had pulled out a huge torch from behind the door and switched it on.
“Nice and bright for ya, Jared.” But the tone wasn’t condescending or mocking.
Jensen placed Jared on the edge of the bathtub and turned on the water. Jared could smell something fruity going into the water. Pomegranate maybe? Or papaya. And then Jensen was lifting him back up with orders to strip.
“You want me to what?”
“You gonna shower in your clothes, Padalecki?” At Jared’s almost glare. “I’ll even turn around.” Jensen made a grand gesture of swivelling on his heel so he had his back to Jared.
Jared, with a sigh and some curses under his breath, reluctantly began to take off his clothes. His shirt was ratty, caked with blood from his head wound he imagined; and his jeans were a pain to get off, every time the denim brushed his ankle, he bit back another curse. Twisting and turning winded him, bruises on his ribs protesting in pain.
Jensen turned around and helped him into the bath, strong arms holding him under his armpits as he got his legs in. They worked together to remove the bandage around his ankle as he lowered it in.
“Boxers Jared.” Jared was just about to- “Don’t argue with me.” And sighed again instead.
Jared reluctantly slipped them off in the bath and dropped them in a sodden pile on the side of the tub. “Happy now? Perve.”
Jensen silently picked up a bottle of shampoo and kneeling beside the tub, he began to lather it up and wash Jared’s hair. The motions were soothing; Jared could feel Jensen’s fingers lightly scratching his scalp and quickly his eyes began to droop.
“Ya know,” Jared’s voice sounded sleepy. “I’m not an invalid. I can wash my own hair?”
“Really? You tried lifting your arms above your head Jared?” At Jared’s silence, Jensen chuckled. “That’s what I thought. Just sit down and shut up, yeah?”
Jensen picked up a small jug and began lifting water out the bucket nearby, pouring it carefully over Jared’s hair. He then lifted the bar of soap, lathering it quickly he began washing Jared’s chest.
“Is this all we’re gonna do while we’re here?” Jared turned and looked at Jensen, only wincing slightly at the motion.
Jensen shook his head like a reprimanding parent and carefully turned Jared back around. “Not sure yet. I mean we could…”
Jared could hear what Jensen was saying, but wasn’t really listening. He was more aware of the way that Jensen’s hands moved across his chest. He could feel Jensen’s nails catch against his nipples randomly, rub against his stomach as he carefully washed around Jared’s sore ribs and he was embarrassed to admit that he was getting turned on. He could feel his cock taking interest, mentally willing himself to gain control he tried to focus on what Jensen was saying; but it was like every touch, every accidental brush was hot-wired to his dick.
“… you okay? Jared?”
“Hunh?”
Jensen stilled his movements on Jared’s back and shoulders, angling his head above his shoulders he looked at Jared closely. “I asked if you were okay? You seem a bit flushed.” He placed his hand on Jared’s forehead and then against his cheeks. “No sign of a fever. How you feeling?”
“I’m-“ Jared coughed quickly to cover how turned on he was. He could feel his cock thick, lying hard and full against his thigh. “I’m good. Thanks.”
Jensen frowned slightly, Jared was still flushed and Jensen could see him shift ever so slightly when he placed his hand lower on Jared’s stomach. Just to check, Jensen brushed his hand even lower, hand just grazing the juncture of his hipbones and smiled when he heard Jared’s sharp intake of breath.
“So… you seem to like me Jared.” Jensen brushed lower, fingertips brushing Jared’s dick. “And I sure as hell like you.” To state his point, he placed a kiss against Jared’s neck.
“I barely… barely like you Jensen.”
“Really?” Jensen grasped Jared’s dick in his hand, forming a fist he began stroking him up and down slowly. “’coz to me, this really seems like you don’t like me Jared?”
“Fuck.”
Jared gave up all pretence of not enjoying this. He grabbed the back of Jensen’s head and pulled him down so their mouths could meet. He could feel his ribs and bruises protest against the movement, but he couldn’t care less. He welcomed Jensen’s tongue in his mouth and groaned as his hand moved up and down his length. Jensen’s other hand was pulling open his jeans and Jared could hear the clanging of his belt against the sides of the bath. He pulled himself away and tried to pull Jensen into the bath. He could hear the splash as the water hit the floor, but with the way Jensen was above him he really couldn’t care.
“Jared… don’t wanna hurt you.” Jensen was holding himself away from Jared.
“I’m good, just…” Jared manoeuvred them so he was comfortable and he could reach Jensen as well.
He reached down and pulled Jensen’s zipper down, reaching inside he smeared the pre-come gathered at the tip of Jensen’s dick and used it to slick the rest of the length. Jensen pulled his face up towards him and held onto the sides of his face as they kissed, tongues duelling, teeth biting; Jared groaned as Jensen began jerking him off again. He could feel the water against them and only imagined the mess it was making.
“One of these days,” Jensen breathed against his lips. “I’m actually gonna get you on a bed and fuck you stupid.”
Jared couldn’t help but groan, he could feel Jensen chuckle against his mouth. “You like that huh?” Jared nodded. “I’m gonna lay you down, get my fingers inside that pretty ass, lick you open, get you nice and wet. Then, when you’re all strung out, I’m gonna get my cock inside you. Fuck you nice and slow. Maybe hard and fast.”
Jared could barely think, let alone form a coherent sentence. He let Jensen tongue-fuck his mouth, licking his way inside and moaned as Jensen’s hand sped up on his dick.
“Come on Jared. Come for me.”
Jared couldn’t help but comply, the orgasm singed through his veins as he spilled over Jensen’s hand. His own hand faltering in rhythm, he felt Jensen’s hand join his. He could feel the change in his breathing; Jensen’s breath becoming shorter and more shallow as he neared orgasm. He felt Jensen’s come, warm and sticky painting his hand. Jared was kissed almost brutally, head angled for a deeper entry. Then it became lighter, softer as Jensen’s hands began stroking the back of his neck, down his chest and pinching a nipple as he ran his hands down.
Jensen pulled away and glanced at him carefully. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
Jared shifted a little, only wincing a little as his ankle protested against the lack of movement.
“Shit, Jared I’m so sorry.”
Jensen carefully moved down and checked his ankle, all the time muttering apologies and asking if anywhere else hurt.
“Jensen. Jensen.” Jared lightly kicked him using his good foot. “I’m fine.” Jensen didn’t look convinced. Jared rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’m sore and my foot is painful. But, what we just did was awesome.”
“Jared-“
“And I’m really looking forward to you fucking me.”
Jensen smirked. “Well, when you put it that way.” And he grabbed Jared playfully.
By the end of the evening, there was more water on the floor than in the bath.
Chapter 13
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