FIC: Sad Song (Jared/Jensen, R)
Title: Sad Song
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word Count: 426
Warnings: somnophilia (noncon), coma patient!Jared POV
Summary: He has a lovely voice
Author's Notes: Written for Round Two of spn-masquerade for this amazing prompt. All song lyrics are (of course) by the Beatles.
He has a lovely voice.
Take a sad song and make it better
His touch is gentle.
Hey Jude, don't be afraid
He has soft hands.
The minute you let her under your skin
He makes Jared feel less alone.
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
He is all Jared has left.
Better, better, better.
==
Before:
No lunchboxes, no lullabies.
Closed fists and bruised kisses.
Skinned knees and wet knees.
Gagging and spitting and yelling and then.
Brick against his head, red blood, red fire, red pain, red, red.
Red sirens.
Red sleep.
Relief.
==
Now:
Feeding tube and monitors beeping.
Latex gloves and bed sores.
Bare knees and bare ass.
Flesh against his mouth, white skin, white cream, white hot, white, white.
White light.
White knight.
Jensen.
==
Hey Jude, don't let me down
Jared feels the weight of him, climbing up onto the bed. Feels the dip of the mattress, the crunch of the plastic liner.
You have found her, now go and get her
Jared feels fingers caressing his face, the pads of them soft. They trail over his features, pointed nose and slack mouth and the skin on his eyelids that is as thin as the wings of a butterfly.
Remember to let her into your heart
Jared feels the thumb run along the seam of his lips, feels it dip inside an inch. Feels it tug down the bottom one, slide over the slope of his teeth, press the nail in between.
Then you can start to make it better
Jared feels the weight shift, senses hard muscle on either side of him. The smell shifts, darker now, musky, the air heavy.
So let it out and let it in
Jared feels the heaviness upon his bottom lip, recognizes the velvet smooth curve of cock as it begins to press past his teeth, still held open with one determined thumb.
And don't you know that it's just you?
Jared feels the thrusting, but it’s controlled, careful. Thoughtful.
Better, better, better
Jared hears the singing stop the same time the thrusting does, replaced by a long, low moan and the bitter taste of white, white, white.
The weight lifts, but is followed immediately by a warm towel being moved across his face, cleaning him, restoring him.
A kiss is pressed to his swollen mouth, and Jared longs to chase it.
“You are my favorite, Jared,” says Jensen. “You are so special to me.”
Stay, Jared screams from the prison of his mind.
The monitors beep.
Their song is not as sweet.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word Count: 426
Warnings: somnophilia (noncon), coma patient!Jared POV
Summary: He has a lovely voice
Author's Notes: Written for Round Two of spn-masquerade for this amazing prompt. All song lyrics are (of course) by the Beatles.
He has a lovely voice.
Take a sad song and make it better
His touch is gentle.
Hey Jude, don't be afraid
He has soft hands.
The minute you let her under your skin
He makes Jared feel less alone.
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
He is all Jared has left.
Better, better, better.
==
Before:
No lunchboxes, no lullabies.
Closed fists and bruised kisses.
Skinned knees and wet knees.
Gagging and spitting and yelling and then.
Brick against his head, red blood, red fire, red pain, red, red.
Red sirens.
Red sleep.
Relief.
==
Now:
Feeding tube and monitors beeping.
Latex gloves and bed sores.
Bare knees and bare ass.
Flesh against his mouth, white skin, white cream, white hot, white, white.
White light.
White knight.
Jensen.
==
Hey Jude, don't let me down
Jared feels the weight of him, climbing up onto the bed. Feels the dip of the mattress, the crunch of the plastic liner.
You have found her, now go and get her
Jared feels fingers caressing his face, the pads of them soft. They trail over his features, pointed nose and slack mouth and the skin on his eyelids that is as thin as the wings of a butterfly.
Remember to let her into your heart
Jared feels the thumb run along the seam of his lips, feels it dip inside an inch. Feels it tug down the bottom one, slide over the slope of his teeth, press the nail in between.
Then you can start to make it better
Jared feels the weight shift, senses hard muscle on either side of him. The smell shifts, darker now, musky, the air heavy.
So let it out and let it in
Jared feels the heaviness upon his bottom lip, recognizes the velvet smooth curve of cock as it begins to press past his teeth, still held open with one determined thumb.
And don't you know that it's just you?
Jared feels the thrusting, but it’s controlled, careful. Thoughtful.
Better, better, better
Jared hears the singing stop the same time the thrusting does, replaced by a long, low moan and the bitter taste of white, white, white.
The weight lifts, but is followed immediately by a warm towel being moved across his face, cleaning him, restoring him.
A kiss is pressed to his swollen mouth, and Jared longs to chase it.
“You are my favorite, Jared,” says Jensen. “You are so special to me.”
Stay, Jared screams from the prison of his mind.
The monitors beep.
Their song is not as sweet.