Love hurts
Jensen shows Jared who he belongs to. Jared let out a pained grunt as his back hit the wall, Jensen’s hard body pressed against his.
NC-17, 1,500 words, rough sex, schmoop
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Jared let out a pained grunt as his back hit the wall, Jensen’s hard body pressed against his.
“Fucking teasing me all day, weren’t you?” Jensen hissed, green eyes flashing. “Letting him touch you, letting him think he can have you. Is that what you want, huh? You want him to fuck you? Shove his cock in your ass and make you his bitch?”
“No,” Jared gasped, hands gripping Jensen’s shoulders, “Jen... never....”
Hands tearing at Jared’s clothes, Jensen leaned in further, teeth closing around the vulnerable skin at Jared’s throat, biting down hard enough to make the younger man’s eyes water. Then he pulled back, fingers curling bruisingly around Jared’s slender wrists, pinning them above their heads as he met Jared’s gaze. “He wants you, you know? Wants to fuck you so bad. Wants to bend you over and find out just how desperate you are to be fucked. I should let him,” Jensen’s voice dropped dangerously, “don’t you think?”
Shaking his head desperately, Jared tried to free himself, but only ended up getting flipped around and slammed again, this time face-first, a snarled, “Don’t fucking move,” loud in his ear. His jaw burned against the plaster, pain rippling through him, Jensen’s fingers fisting cruelly in his hair, keeping him pinned.
A hand slid down, shoving between him and the wall, tearing at his zipper.
“Jen... don’t....”
His pants were ripped down, leaving him trembling in his boxers. Then Jensen’s arms enclosed him, hoisting him from the wall and depositing him in a heap on the bed, where he was quickly pinned down by Jensen plastering himself to Jared’s back.
The boxers were soon gone, Jensen’s leaking cock rubbing between Jared’s asscheeks, making the younger man whimper and try to squirm away. Jensen’s arm curled beneath the man, just below his collarbone, pulling him up and against Jensen’s chest. “You’re mine,” he growled. “And I think you need reminding.”
“Please...” Jared begged softly, body torn between desperately needing Jensen and desperately wanting to run, flee, escape.
He heard Jensen spit, and knew what was coming. His struggling intensified, but Jensen just forcefully manoeuvred him, raising his hips off the ground so he was on all fours. And then two of Jensen’s fingers were roughly shoving in, ruthlessly working at Jared’s walls, forcing him wider, the man completely ignoring Jared’s soft, incoherent pleas.
As Jensen’s cock shoved in, Jared pressed his face to the pillow, burying his silent screams, tears trickling from his eyes. Almost immediately, Jensen started moving, relentlessly slamming inside, ripping Jared apart.
His body was a trembling mess, pain blurring his mind, soft, gasping hitches of breath escaping him. His hands fisted uselessly in the sheets, his head dropping limply between his shoulders, muscles spasming as Jensen continued to pound into him, the slap of flesh against flesh loud in the room.
“You like that, huh?” Jensen got out with a groan. “Like my cock in you, so deep you can feel it for weeks? Like being fucked, skewered on my dick, don’t you?”
Jared couldn’t answer; his body was just so worn out. He felt so used.
A calloused hand gripped his dick, running up and down its length, forcing an orgasm from him. He came with a harsh sob that tore from his throat. Jensen’s movements quickened, ramming into him so violently it felt as though he was being punched.
Seconds later, Jensen came with a low groan, his hot come splashing deep inside of Jared.
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They sagged into a boneless heap, breaths coming out heavily.
Jensen’s fingers slowly unfurled from where they’d been bruising Jared’s hips, and they slid up, over Jared’s spine. Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to pull out, wincing at Jared’s faint whimper.
“You okay, babe?” he whispered gently, brushing a kiss over the nape of Jared’s neck.
“Mmmhmm,” Jared mumbled sleepily, slowly flipping himself over, hissing softly in pain.
Jensen’s fingers slid tenderly across his lover’s cheek, wiping the lingering tears from his skin, and he began brushing loving kisses over every inch of skin he could find.
The first time Jared had asked for it rough, Jensen had freaked. Hurting his lover was the last thing he’d ever wanted to do. But it soon dawned that Jared actually needed it; needed to be manhandled; needed to be taken roughly. It had terrified him when he heard Jared’s sobs, saw Jared’s tears, and often had been barely able to continue.
But Jared had come up with a safe word and, gradually, Jensen had adjusted, losing his inhibitions and letting his aggressive side come out. Having a submissive Jared beneath him was so incredibly hot and humbling – the fact that Jared would give himself over and let Jensen use him, that he needed Jensen to use him, Jensen still hadn’t figured out what he’d done to deserve it.
It was a gift that he’d never thought he would have. And it was especially handy when Jensen got a tad bit jealous. What could he say, though? His boyfriend was hot, Jensen knew it, the people on set knew it, Misha clearly knew it. In fact, the only one oblivious to Jared’s hotness was the man himself. And sometimes, Jensen just had to claim him – in the most carnal sense.
He loved it, just as he loved the days when they had tender sex or desperate sex or kinky sex, he loved it all.
But secretly, he loved the aftermath most. Loved taking care of what was his.
He slipped slowly from the bed, heading for the bathroom to grab a soft cloth, soaking it in warm water before returning to the bed. With an incredibly sappy gentleness, he began to clean his lover, raising his boneless limbs and returning Jared’s sleepy, dopey grin.
God, he loved this man.
After playfully scrubbing over Jared’s nose, he tossed the cloth aside and tugged the sheets up and over his lover’s godlike body, sliding in beside him a second later. Reaching over, he tugged the pliable body into his arms, smiling as Jared melted against him with a sleepy snuffle, his body sinking into Jensen’s like it belonged there.
One hand stroking long, soothing lines up and down Jared’s spine while the other tangled in Jared’s soft mess of hair, Jensen pressed his lips against the man’s forehead in a lingering kiss, just inhaling deeply and letting the day slip off his shoulders.
This was what he lived for: Jared sleepy and adorable in his arms, safe and so unbelievably his.
Misha might flirt and tease and touch, but he’d never get this – no one else ever would.
Jared belonged to Jensen, and he was going to spend the rest of his life giving Jared everything he could possibly need.
Jared was the only one who got him; who truly understood his prickly ways and why he sometimes had to withdraw from crowded situations. Jared made him coffee in the morning; teased him about being so lazy; held him after Dean’s emotional scenes; dragged him out of his antisocial shell; made sure he ate regularly; got him fooling around like a kid; did so much simply because he wanted to make Jensen smile; and just generally made him a better person.
He was Jensen’s world.
And he knew – despite all his faults – that, somehow, he was Jared’s world too.
Love hurts
But sometimes it’s a good hurt
And it feels like I’m alive
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