Throwing Down
Title: Throwing Down
Author: draicana
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: I suck at this. I'm going to go with 16+ but if anybody thinks it should be higher/lower, feel free to let me know.
Summary: Jared's uncomfortable and Jensen knows why. Set during/just after the shooting of 'Skin'.
Warnings/Notes: Doesn't end with sunshine and rainbows. Slight hints of S&M. Thanks to aquandrian for looking this over before I posted it and making some important suggestions, including the title.
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. I don't know these people or what they do in their spare time.
Feedback: Yes please. This is the first thing I have written after a very long break. I would like to know what people think.
Jared leans against the door of his trailer, breathing heavily. The minute shooting had ended, he'd had to get out of there. He can still feel the tension coursing through his body, could feel himself shaking with effort. This wasn't what he’d expected. Not by a long shot.
He'd been attracted to Jensen from the start. He'd never planned on denying that. At least, not to himself. But that, today? That was new. That was terrifying and exhilarating and shocking. That was something he hadn’t known himself capable of. Something he never even would have considered possible.
Somebody’s banging on his door. Three guesses who.
"Jared! Jared, come on. Let me in."
Jared takes a composing breath and opens the door.
"Hey."
Jensen shoulders his way past Jared and flops down in the nearest seat.
"Hey. Some shoot, huh."
Jared slowly closes to the door and moves to join him.
"Uh, yeah."
"Kind of fun to beat the crap out of each other, don't you think?"
The look in Jensen's eye isn't one that Jared likes. It's far too knowing for comfort. He clears his throat and leans back in his seat, trying to ignore Jensen's expression.
"Technically, most of the actual beating was done to and by stunt actors."
Jensen rolls his eyes and swings his feet up into Jared's lap, boots and all. "Well, yeah. But we still got to do a bit. Enough."
Jared freezes and pushes Jensen's feet off his lap with an expression that he hopes resembles disgust.
"Yeah. Well, it will be interesting to see how it turns out." Jared's stalling. He knows this, and he knows that Jensen knows it too. Jensen's waiting for an explanation, but he's letting Jared do it in his own time. For now.
"So, do you want to get a drink or something?"
He's supposed to say yes. It's what they usually do after a shoot as tough as that one, but he knows that a 'yes' is not what Jensen wants to hear. It's what he expects to hear, but what he wants is to know what the hell is going on. Jared's impressed by Jensen's restraint, but he just can't do it. He can't just blurt out the truth like it's nothing to worry about. Like it's not scaring the living hell out of him.
"Yeah," he says quietly. "Let's go for a drink."
Jared can see the exact moment that Jensen snaps. His face closes over and he completely ignores what the smiling girl next to him is saying. Jared gives it another minute or two before making excuses and leading the way out to the car. Jensen joins him within seconds, but instead of unlocking the car he slams Jared against it.
"What the hell?"
"Exactly my question! What the hell made you run off set today like your pants were on fire, huh?"
Jensen moves closer, not releasing his grip on Jared for a second. "Or was that it, huh? Was that the problem?"
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Jared tries. He doesn’t know why he's trying. It's clear that Jensen has some idea of what's happening. But admitting that it happened is just not a possibility. Not until there's no other option.
"You think I couldn't tell? You think I didn't know it the moment you got hard?"
Jared closes his eyes. He doesn't want to hear what comes after this. Jensen presses himself closer to Jared, lips right next to his ear. The feel of Jensen's breath on his skin sends shivers down Jared's spine.
"You think I don’t know why?" Jensen growls.
Jared tenses. "Don’t," he pleads.
"You got harder with every punch that was thrown. You like pain. You like being hurt and you like hurting others."
Jared shakes his head. "No."
Jensen's voice is low and dangerous. "No?"
"I don't like hurting others. Just you." It's almost a whisper. A sordid confession creeping out.
The words have barely escaped before Jensen's sinking his teeth into the flesh of Jared's shoulder, just where it meets the neck. Jared cries out and arches into the pain. He feels himself harden against Jensen's thigh and feels sick with the shame of it. Then the teeth are gone, replaced by a soothing tongue.
"God...Jensen..."
Jared hates himself for this, for wanting this, but the pain is exquisite and sharp and fills him with the urge to reciprocate. He clamps down on the feeling, refusing to give in.
"Jared." Jensen speaks with lips still pressed against Jared’s neck. "Why are you fighting this?"
"Why aren’t you? It’s wrong!"
Jensen shakes his head and pulls back. "Forget it. Get in, I’ll drive you home."
Jared knows then, that this won't happen again. He should be relieved. So why does he feel like he’s lost something?
Author: draicana
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: I suck at this. I'm going to go with 16+ but if anybody thinks it should be higher/lower, feel free to let me know.
Summary: Jared's uncomfortable and Jensen knows why. Set during/just after the shooting of 'Skin'.
Warnings/Notes: Doesn't end with sunshine and rainbows. Slight hints of S&M. Thanks to aquandrian for looking this over before I posted it and making some important suggestions, including the title.
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. I don't know these people or what they do in their spare time.
Feedback: Yes please. This is the first thing I have written after a very long break. I would like to know what people think.
Jared leans against the door of his trailer, breathing heavily. The minute shooting had ended, he'd had to get out of there. He can still feel the tension coursing through his body, could feel himself shaking with effort. This wasn't what he’d expected. Not by a long shot.
He'd been attracted to Jensen from the start. He'd never planned on denying that. At least, not to himself. But that, today? That was new. That was terrifying and exhilarating and shocking. That was something he hadn’t known himself capable of. Something he never even would have considered possible.
Somebody’s banging on his door. Three guesses who.
"Jared! Jared, come on. Let me in."
Jared takes a composing breath and opens the door.
"Hey."
Jensen shoulders his way past Jared and flops down in the nearest seat.
"Hey. Some shoot, huh."
Jared slowly closes to the door and moves to join him.
"Uh, yeah."
"Kind of fun to beat the crap out of each other, don't you think?"
The look in Jensen's eye isn't one that Jared likes. It's far too knowing for comfort. He clears his throat and leans back in his seat, trying to ignore Jensen's expression.
"Technically, most of the actual beating was done to and by stunt actors."
Jensen rolls his eyes and swings his feet up into Jared's lap, boots and all. "Well, yeah. But we still got to do a bit. Enough."
Jared freezes and pushes Jensen's feet off his lap with an expression that he hopes resembles disgust.
"Yeah. Well, it will be interesting to see how it turns out." Jared's stalling. He knows this, and he knows that Jensen knows it too. Jensen's waiting for an explanation, but he's letting Jared do it in his own time. For now.
"So, do you want to get a drink or something?"
He's supposed to say yes. It's what they usually do after a shoot as tough as that one, but he knows that a 'yes' is not what Jensen wants to hear. It's what he expects to hear, but what he wants is to know what the hell is going on. Jared's impressed by Jensen's restraint, but he just can't do it. He can't just blurt out the truth like it's nothing to worry about. Like it's not scaring the living hell out of him.
"Yeah," he says quietly. "Let's go for a drink."
Jared can see the exact moment that Jensen snaps. His face closes over and he completely ignores what the smiling girl next to him is saying. Jared gives it another minute or two before making excuses and leading the way out to the car. Jensen joins him within seconds, but instead of unlocking the car he slams Jared against it.
"What the hell?"
"Exactly my question! What the hell made you run off set today like your pants were on fire, huh?"
Jensen moves closer, not releasing his grip on Jared for a second. "Or was that it, huh? Was that the problem?"
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Jared tries. He doesn’t know why he's trying. It's clear that Jensen has some idea of what's happening. But admitting that it happened is just not a possibility. Not until there's no other option.
"You think I couldn't tell? You think I didn't know it the moment you got hard?"
Jared closes his eyes. He doesn't want to hear what comes after this. Jensen presses himself closer to Jared, lips right next to his ear. The feel of Jensen's breath on his skin sends shivers down Jared's spine.
"You think I don’t know why?" Jensen growls.
Jared tenses. "Don’t," he pleads.
"You got harder with every punch that was thrown. You like pain. You like being hurt and you like hurting others."
Jared shakes his head. "No."
Jensen's voice is low and dangerous. "No?"
"I don't like hurting others. Just you." It's almost a whisper. A sordid confession creeping out.
The words have barely escaped before Jensen's sinking his teeth into the flesh of Jared's shoulder, just where it meets the neck. Jared cries out and arches into the pain. He feels himself harden against Jensen's thigh and feels sick with the shame of it. Then the teeth are gone, replaced by a soothing tongue.
"God...Jensen..."
Jared hates himself for this, for wanting this, but the pain is exquisite and sharp and fills him with the urge to reciprocate. He clamps down on the feeling, refusing to give in.
"Jared." Jensen speaks with lips still pressed against Jared’s neck. "Why are you fighting this?"
"Why aren’t you? It’s wrong!"
Jensen shakes his head and pulls back. "Forget it. Get in, I’ll drive you home."
Jared knows then, that this won't happen again. He should be relieved. So why does he feel like he’s lost something?