FIC: One Way or Another (2)
One Way or Another
Author: broken8 or Alison
Rating: PG-13 (for suggestive dialog and sexual inneundos)
Words: 667
Summary: Jared is curious about role playing and decides to try it out. Jensen has no say.
Attempt 1
Jensen was reclined on the couch with a book in his hands when the door bell rang. He didn’t move from his spot, expecting his live in boyfriend to answer. It rang again. He put the book down, frowning.
“Jared?” he called. The answer he receives is another impatient ring from the door bell. Growling he gets up. He’s a few steps away from the door when he tells whoever it is to hold on.
“This is the police. Please answer the door or we’ll be forced to knock the door down.”
Jensen freezes. What the hell? He murmurs in his head. Slowing down, he takes the last couple steps to the door and undoes the lock just as slowly. When he opens the door he glares and growls.
“Jared, what the fuck are you doing?” he asks, trying to level out his curious frustration. Jared, dressed from head to toe in a policeman’s uniform grins at him.
“Sir, I’m afraid you’re under arrest,” he drawls. Jensen crosses his arms over his chest and shifts his weight to the other foot.
“May I ask what the charges are?” Jensen questions, expecting some comment like for being too damn sexy or something else equally lame.
“Possession of narcotics, solicitation and indecent exposure,” Jared offers up, grinning slyly like a fool. Jensen raises an eyebrow and tries not to laugh.
“Oh really?” he chuckles. Jared takes a step into the apartment, closing the door behind him. Jensen takes a couple steps backwards, not letting Jared invade his personal space at the moment.
“I’m going to have to do a strip search,” Jared admits, obviously enjoying this.
“What? Like, you strip, I search?” Jensen jokes.
“Not quiet,” Jared purrs, taking a small step closer to Jensen. “Sir, I’m going to need you to take off all your clothes,” Jared orders forcefully, motioning up and down Jensen’s body.
“I think you’ve got this reversed Jare,” Jensen teases. “You’re the one who’s supposed to strip, dressed like that.” Jensen smiles condescendingly. Jared walks towards Jensen to tower over him.
“Sir, don’t make me use restraints.” His hand slides around to the back of his belt, where his handcuffs are. Jensen raises his eyebrows.
“You getting off on this Jared?” he asks, not cowering away from Jared’s looming form in the least. Jared pulls out the metal bracelets.
“Actually, I am,” he rumbles in sex stressed syllables. Jared grabs both of Jensen’s wrists in one quick movement of his arms, while pushing him into the wall. It’s a flash of metal and a strong grip of fingers then Jensen is handcuffed with his hands behind his back and his chest pressed flat into the wall.
“Show me a warrant or I’m going to press charges,” Jensen threatens. Jared nips at his neck.
“I’ll forge one tomorrow. But until then,” he spins Jensen in his arms. “I’m afraid you’re the property of the government.”
“Are you going to take me downtown?” he laughs mockingly.
“No, but I’m going to go down on you,” Jared answers simply, no humor in his voice.
“Is that so? You know, I have the right to an attorney. And I get a phone call. Plus, I’m seriously thinking about pressing charges for police brutality.”
“Jensen!” Jared whines. Jensen grins. He won. “Play along!”
“You know, if you want sex, all you have to do is ask.”
“I know, but I wanted to try roll playing. I hear that it makes the sex better.”
“I think I should take offence from that.”
“No! Nonono.” Jared rushes out. “You are the fucking best lay I’ve ever had and ever will have, well you’re the only lay I’m ever going to have again, but I just wanted to try something different!” He employs his puppy dog eyes. Jensen sighs.
“Fine, whatever. Show me the ‘long arm of the law’.” Jared grins then starts manhandling Jensen down the hallway, still handcuffed, which is how he’ll remain for the next few hours at least.
Attempt 3
Author: broken8 or Alison
Rating: PG-13 (for suggestive dialog and sexual inneundos)
Words: 667
Summary: Jared is curious about role playing and decides to try it out. Jensen has no say.
Attempt 1
Jensen was reclined on the couch with a book in his hands when the door bell rang. He didn’t move from his spot, expecting his live in boyfriend to answer. It rang again. He put the book down, frowning.
“Jared?” he called. The answer he receives is another impatient ring from the door bell. Growling he gets up. He’s a few steps away from the door when he tells whoever it is to hold on.
“This is the police. Please answer the door or we’ll be forced to knock the door down.”
Jensen freezes. What the hell? He murmurs in his head. Slowing down, he takes the last couple steps to the door and undoes the lock just as slowly. When he opens the door he glares and growls.
“Jared, what the fuck are you doing?” he asks, trying to level out his curious frustration. Jared, dressed from head to toe in a policeman’s uniform grins at him.
“Sir, I’m afraid you’re under arrest,” he drawls. Jensen crosses his arms over his chest and shifts his weight to the other foot.
“May I ask what the charges are?” Jensen questions, expecting some comment like for being too damn sexy or something else equally lame.
“Possession of narcotics, solicitation and indecent exposure,” Jared offers up, grinning slyly like a fool. Jensen raises an eyebrow and tries not to laugh.
“Oh really?” he chuckles. Jared takes a step into the apartment, closing the door behind him. Jensen takes a couple steps backwards, not letting Jared invade his personal space at the moment.
“I’m going to have to do a strip search,” Jared admits, obviously enjoying this.
“What? Like, you strip, I search?” Jensen jokes.
“Not quiet,” Jared purrs, taking a small step closer to Jensen. “Sir, I’m going to need you to take off all your clothes,” Jared orders forcefully, motioning up and down Jensen’s body.
“I think you’ve got this reversed Jare,” Jensen teases. “You’re the one who’s supposed to strip, dressed like that.” Jensen smiles condescendingly. Jared walks towards Jensen to tower over him.
“Sir, don’t make me use restraints.” His hand slides around to the back of his belt, where his handcuffs are. Jensen raises his eyebrows.
“You getting off on this Jared?” he asks, not cowering away from Jared’s looming form in the least. Jared pulls out the metal bracelets.
“Actually, I am,” he rumbles in sex stressed syllables. Jared grabs both of Jensen’s wrists in one quick movement of his arms, while pushing him into the wall. It’s a flash of metal and a strong grip of fingers then Jensen is handcuffed with his hands behind his back and his chest pressed flat into the wall.
“Show me a warrant or I’m going to press charges,” Jensen threatens. Jared nips at his neck.
“I’ll forge one tomorrow. But until then,” he spins Jensen in his arms. “I’m afraid you’re the property of the government.”
“Are you going to take me downtown?” he laughs mockingly.
“No, but I’m going to go down on you,” Jared answers simply, no humor in his voice.
“Is that so? You know, I have the right to an attorney. And I get a phone call. Plus, I’m seriously thinking about pressing charges for police brutality.”
“Jensen!” Jared whines. Jensen grins. He won. “Play along!”
“You know, if you want sex, all you have to do is ask.”
“I know, but I wanted to try roll playing. I hear that it makes the sex better.”
“I think I should take offence from that.”
“No! Nonono.” Jared rushes out. “You are the fucking best lay I’ve ever had and ever will have, well you’re the only lay I’m ever going to have again, but I just wanted to try something different!” He employs his puppy dog eyes. Jensen sighs.
“Fine, whatever. Show me the ‘long arm of the law’.” Jared grins then starts manhandling Jensen down the hallway, still handcuffed, which is how he’ll remain for the next few hours at least.
Attempt 3