Truth to Rumors ; Ficlet
Title : Truth to Rumors.
Rating : PG-13
Pairing : Jared/Jensen and Jared/Genevieve
Warning : Angst.
Summary : Jensen had heard the rumors but never in his wildest dreams did he think they'd be true.
Disclaimer : Def. didn't happen. At least it better not have -wags finger at Jared-
Models were supposed to love mirrors, be vain and self-centered assholes, but Jensen had never hated a single object more in his life. It was that reflection, those eyes and those tears and that fucking bloody lip. His eyes filled and by some miracle he couldn't see himself anymore, just a blur of the way he shook and sobbed.
There was a knock on the door and that calm, too comforting voice. "Jen, open the door, please baby."
Four seasons working together, years spent devoted completely to another person. Jensen wasn't sure how to breath anymore. What was built up in thousands of days, hundreds of months, had been broken just like that. There wasn't even a blink or a heart beat between when his world was okay and when it so suddenly wasn't.
There had been rumors, far off whispers. Jensen would ignore them time and time again because Jared would never do that, couldn't possibly do that to him and certainly not with her. But, he had and he did more than once. Jensen wasn't supposed to be home and it was the fun in surprising his lover that had blinded him from the fact that if he just stopped and listened he would've heard them. Instead he ignorantly twisted the handle and watched his entire life shatter in front of him.
Not even then, though, did he realize quite how fucked up it was. Sometime between throwing Genevieve's bra at her and dragging her by her arm to the door he'd ended up with a fist shoved deep into his face. He tried so hard to pretend that she had thrown the punch but he knew, and despite the shocked look on Jared's own face there was no soothing the complete and utter hatred he felt.
Jared Padalecki had ripped him to pieces, stepped on him and broke his heart and as he opened the bathroom door he didn't recall thinking of what he was doing, just the angry and desperate thrust of adrenaline. He left the room, their house, leaving a screaming Jared clutching between his legs.
Rating : PG-13
Pairing : Jared/Jensen and Jared/Genevieve
Warning : Angst.
Summary : Jensen had heard the rumors but never in his wildest dreams did he think they'd be true.
Disclaimer : Def. didn't happen. At least it better not have -wags finger at Jared-
Models were supposed to love mirrors, be vain and self-centered assholes, but Jensen had never hated a single object more in his life. It was that reflection, those eyes and those tears and that fucking bloody lip. His eyes filled and by some miracle he couldn't see himself anymore, just a blur of the way he shook and sobbed.
There was a knock on the door and that calm, too comforting voice. "Jen, open the door, please baby."
Four seasons working together, years spent devoted completely to another person. Jensen wasn't sure how to breath anymore. What was built up in thousands of days, hundreds of months, had been broken just like that. There wasn't even a blink or a heart beat between when his world was okay and when it so suddenly wasn't.
There had been rumors, far off whispers. Jensen would ignore them time and time again because Jared would never do that, couldn't possibly do that to him and certainly not with her. But, he had and he did more than once. Jensen wasn't supposed to be home and it was the fun in surprising his lover that had blinded him from the fact that if he just stopped and listened he would've heard them. Instead he ignorantly twisted the handle and watched his entire life shatter in front of him.
Not even then, though, did he realize quite how fucked up it was. Sometime between throwing Genevieve's bra at her and dragging her by her arm to the door he'd ended up with a fist shoved deep into his face. He tried so hard to pretend that she had thrown the punch but he knew, and despite the shocked look on Jared's own face there was no soothing the complete and utter hatred he felt.
Jared Padalecki had ripped him to pieces, stepped on him and broke his heart and as he opened the bathroom door he didn't recall thinking of what he was doing, just the angry and desperate thrust of adrenaline. He left the room, their house, leaving a screaming Jared clutching between his legs.