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sethgrayWell, here it is. I first talked about this forever ago. Now the problem is finding some J2 comm to link it to if I feel like it. Not sure I will, though.
As always, pointing out my mistakes is appreciated.
Untitled
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Status: Complete
Rating: Adult
Warnings: D/S-ish, powerplay, spanking
Word Count: 1638
Summary: Jensen's having a bad day. Jared takes care of that for him.
It had been a long day, and Jensen was about over it. Filming had been all over the place these last few days. First Dean was his normal cocky self, then he was a self-pitying drunk, then he was getting it on—with an angel, no less—in the back seat of his baby. Oh, and then he was all guilty and teary-eyed at all the horrible things he’d done in hell.
Jensen leaned back in his chair, letting out a heavy sigh. The internal roller coaster at home was bad enough, he didn’t need to come to work to get wrung out emotionally, too. He raked a hand through Dean’s short hair. Things had taken their toll, and he’d been kind of…snappy with a few people on set. He hadn’t meant to be, he was just so tired.
His head fell back against the edge of his chair, and he closed his eyes. Jensen felt, more than saw, when Jared took his seat next to him.
“Jensen,” Jared said. His tone was light and easy, but despite that unease began to flicker in Jensen’s gut. Jensen was never Jensen to Jared. He was always Jen, or sometimes, embarrassingly, Jenny.
Cracking open an eye, he shot a look at Jared. “Yes?”
Still just as casually, Jared replied, “I think you need to go to the trailer now.”
Uh-oh, Jensen thought. He straightened up in his chair, and asked plaintively, “Why?”
Suddenly, Jared was just there in Jensen’s space. His blue-green eyes were dark, his face set and focused.
“Because,” Jared hissed against Jensen’s face, “you’ve been a brat-and-a-half to everyone on set all day, and I’m sick of it.”
Jensen’s face flushed. Jared could have called him a jerk, or a dick, or something else, but he had said brat. If it was meant to make him feel small and childlike, it was working.
“Everyone has bad days, Jared,” he tried to protest.
Jared nodded once, jerkily. “Everyone has bad days, but only you have taken yours out on the crew. Get to the trailer, Jensen. Now.”
But still Jensen didn’t move. He noticed his hands were trembling.
Eyes narrowing, Jared leaned against Jensen’s cheek to whisper darkly into his ear. “If you want this to stop, you know what you have to do.”
Face still hot, Jensen said nothing.
“Then go.”
He went.
***
Jared didn’t come immediately behind him, oh no. Jensen paced the small trailer for a few solid minutes before he heard Jared’s loud, laughing voice outside the thin door. Even now, it still gave Jensen’s body a thrill to hear Jared’s voice like that. But then whoever it was he’d been talking to was gone, and Jared was opening the door to the trailer.
Jensen stopped pacing and just looked at him. His face wasn’t tight with anger, his body didn’t hum with angry tension, and when he spoke the hard edge was gone from his voice. The tone wasn’t any warmer though.
“Do you know why you’re here, Jensen?” Jared’s voice was low.
“Because I…” Jensen stopped, and changed what he’d been going to say. “’Cause I’ve been a brat today.”
Hiding a smile, Jared nodded. “Yes,” he said sternly, “you have.”
He crossed his arms, and used his full height to look down at Jensen. “Getting a handle on your dark moods was one of the conditions of this relationship, do you remember?”
Jensen nodded glumly.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“Do you remember what we agreed would happen when one of the conditions was broken?”
“Yes.” Jensen’s voice was even quieter.
“Face the wall,” Jared said softly.
Slowly, Jensen turned until he was facing the wall behind him. After a beat, he leaned forward until his arms were bracing his upper body. Then he shuffled his legs a little farther apart.
After giving Jensen a minute to steady his position, Jared wandered up to him and placed his hand on the small of his back. Jensen flinched.
“Easy, Jensen,” Jared breathed. His hand slid down until it was resting on the curve of Jensen’s ass.
“Jared,” Jensen tried one last time, his voice almost panicked.
“It’s okay, Jensen. It’ll be over soon.”
That was the only warning he got before Jared brought his hand down, hard, on his ass. A startled yelp escaped his lips, and his body jerked. Jared paused and Jensen hastily moved himself back into position.
“You almost made that sound girl cry, did you know that?” Jared’s hand came down again.
Jensen moaned and his head flopped forward against the wall.
“And that PA?” Jared made a disapproving sound. “There was no need for that.”
And then Jared was done talking. He brought his hand down on Jensen’s ass again and again, sometimes harder, sometimes softer, but always in an unrelenting rhythm. Jensen bit his lip and tried to stop the tears forming in the corner of his eyes. It wasn’t just the spanking that got to him, though it genuinely hurt now. It was mostly the humiliation—that he was letting Jared do this, and, deep down, he wanted it.
He couldn’t deny that if he tried; his cock was hard in his jeans.
His breathing was short and gasping, and finally the tears begin to fall. Jared’s hand slowed down as he heard Jensen begin to cry. Just before Jensen collapsed against the wall, Jared fell against him, holding him up.
“Shh,” he whispered against Jensen’s ear. “It’s all right, Jen.”
The familiar endearment just made him loose it more.
“I’m sorry,” he gasped, face still pressed against the wall. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Jared didn’t reply, just continued to stroke his lover and make soothing noises as Jensen came down.
It was always so hard, this part. The way Jared could peel him open so easily and just peer right inside him. Jensen tried to be strong, he always did, but it seemed he couldn’t fight that secret, shameful part of him.
“I didn’t,” he choked, “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know, baby, I know,” Jared soothed. “That’s why I’m here. Sometimes we just can’t help it.”
“I try.” Jensen’s voice was the quiet ending of a sob. “I try so hard to be good.”
Jared’s heart clenched. “You are, Jen, you are. So good for me, try so hard, but nobody’s perfect, baby. Everybody needs a little help sometimes. If you’re having a bad day you should come to me. If you need to yell and rant, I’ll listen. I’ll always listen, Jen.”
And he knew that, he did, but that was part of the reason it was so hard. Jensen wanted to be strong, to be good, he didn’t want to let Jared know when he had failed him. But he wanted Jared to know, he wanted him to know that he tried so hard, that Jared made him want to be better.
He couldn’t say any of that, though. All he could say was, “I don’t want to be bad.”
As always, Jared seemed to hear the words Jensen couldn’t say. “That’s what the punishment is for, Jen. Once it’s over, the mistake is over, too. Forgotten, forgiven. Clean slate.”
Sighing, Jared nuzzled Jensen’s neck. “You carry so much guilt and expectation inside you. No one could possibly live up to it, so you shouldn’t feel so bad when you have your bad days.”
In the quietest whisper imaginable, Jensen sighed, “I still don’t like that I need this.”
For a moment, Jared was quiet. Then he said, “It’s hard, Jen. It’s hard to face the deepest, hidden parts of us. Most people never do, but you not only face it, you’re living it. You’re making it work for you, for us.”
Jared squeezed Jensen hard, putting as much love and devotion as possible into his body and his voice. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”
Light fluttered around the edges of Jensen’s vision at those words. It shouldn’t have made him so ridiculously happy, but it did.
Smiling against the side of Jensen’s neck, Jared’s hand snuck down into the front of his jeans. “Now that that part’s over, I think you deserve a little reward for being honest with me.”
Jensen’s breath hitched as Jared’s hands pulled his zipper down, sneaking inside his jeans. He moaned as one of those large hands wrapped around his cock, pulling slowly. It wasn’t a hand job, exactly. It was too tortuous and slow for that. Besides, Jared hardly ever let him come from cock stimulation alone.
As if on cue, Jared’s hand slipped down the back of Jensen’s open jeans. A visible shudder wracked his spine and Jared’s thick fingers tickled gently over his opening.
“Jared,” he gasped.
He felt a chuckle against his neck. “God, you have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are just like this. Bucking against the wall, trying to decide to fuck into my hand or thrust back against my fingers.”
Jared’s teasing tongue flickered out to lap at Jensen’s ear. “Decisions, decisions, Jenny.”
The fingers got a little more insistent, rubbing over his hole with purpose now.
“Should I slip inside, Jen?” Jared whispered into his ear. “Should my fingers fuck your hole while you fuck my fist?”
Almost of their own accord, Jensen’s hips starting pistoning faster into the firm hold of Jared’s fingers.
“Yeah,” Jared breathed. “Come on, baby you’re almost there. Gonna come all over my hand, then I’m gonna slick you up—”
A knock came at the door, startling them both upright and rigid. “We’re on again, boys.”
Sighing, Jared withdrew his hands. Jensen whined in protest.
Scowling a bit, Jared said, “Guess we’ll just have to finish this up later. Hard-ons in our jeans, and all.”
Jensen tried to fasten his pants with trembling hands. Later would just have to do.
As always, pointing out my mistakes is appreciated.
Untitled
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Status: Complete
Rating: Adult
Warnings: D/S-ish, powerplay, spanking
Word Count: 1638
Summary: Jensen's having a bad day. Jared takes care of that for him.
It had been a long day, and Jensen was about over it. Filming had been all over the place these last few days. First Dean was his normal cocky self, then he was a self-pitying drunk, then he was getting it on—with an angel, no less—in the back seat of his baby. Oh, and then he was all guilty and teary-eyed at all the horrible things he’d done in hell.
Jensen leaned back in his chair, letting out a heavy sigh. The internal roller coaster at home was bad enough, he didn’t need to come to work to get wrung out emotionally, too. He raked a hand through Dean’s short hair. Things had taken their toll, and he’d been kind of…snappy with a few people on set. He hadn’t meant to be, he was just so tired.
His head fell back against the edge of his chair, and he closed his eyes. Jensen felt, more than saw, when Jared took his seat next to him.
“Jensen,” Jared said. His tone was light and easy, but despite that unease began to flicker in Jensen’s gut. Jensen was never Jensen to Jared. He was always Jen, or sometimes, embarrassingly, Jenny.
Cracking open an eye, he shot a look at Jared. “Yes?”
Still just as casually, Jared replied, “I think you need to go to the trailer now.”
Uh-oh, Jensen thought. He straightened up in his chair, and asked plaintively, “Why?”
Suddenly, Jared was just there in Jensen’s space. His blue-green eyes were dark, his face set and focused.
“Because,” Jared hissed against Jensen’s face, “you’ve been a brat-and-a-half to everyone on set all day, and I’m sick of it.”
Jensen’s face flushed. Jared could have called him a jerk, or a dick, or something else, but he had said brat. If it was meant to make him feel small and childlike, it was working.
“Everyone has bad days, Jared,” he tried to protest.
Jared nodded once, jerkily. “Everyone has bad days, but only you have taken yours out on the crew. Get to the trailer, Jensen. Now.”
But still Jensen didn’t move. He noticed his hands were trembling.
Eyes narrowing, Jared leaned against Jensen’s cheek to whisper darkly into his ear. “If you want this to stop, you know what you have to do.”
Face still hot, Jensen said nothing.
“Then go.”
He went.
***
Jared didn’t come immediately behind him, oh no. Jensen paced the small trailer for a few solid minutes before he heard Jared’s loud, laughing voice outside the thin door. Even now, it still gave Jensen’s body a thrill to hear Jared’s voice like that. But then whoever it was he’d been talking to was gone, and Jared was opening the door to the trailer.
Jensen stopped pacing and just looked at him. His face wasn’t tight with anger, his body didn’t hum with angry tension, and when he spoke the hard edge was gone from his voice. The tone wasn’t any warmer though.
“Do you know why you’re here, Jensen?” Jared’s voice was low.
“Because I…” Jensen stopped, and changed what he’d been going to say. “’Cause I’ve been a brat today.”
Hiding a smile, Jared nodded. “Yes,” he said sternly, “you have.”
He crossed his arms, and used his full height to look down at Jensen. “Getting a handle on your dark moods was one of the conditions of this relationship, do you remember?”
Jensen nodded glumly.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“Do you remember what we agreed would happen when one of the conditions was broken?”
“Yes.” Jensen’s voice was even quieter.
“Face the wall,” Jared said softly.
Slowly, Jensen turned until he was facing the wall behind him. After a beat, he leaned forward until his arms were bracing his upper body. Then he shuffled his legs a little farther apart.
After giving Jensen a minute to steady his position, Jared wandered up to him and placed his hand on the small of his back. Jensen flinched.
“Easy, Jensen,” Jared breathed. His hand slid down until it was resting on the curve of Jensen’s ass.
“Jared,” Jensen tried one last time, his voice almost panicked.
“It’s okay, Jensen. It’ll be over soon.”
That was the only warning he got before Jared brought his hand down, hard, on his ass. A startled yelp escaped his lips, and his body jerked. Jared paused and Jensen hastily moved himself back into position.
“You almost made that sound girl cry, did you know that?” Jared’s hand came down again.
Jensen moaned and his head flopped forward against the wall.
“And that PA?” Jared made a disapproving sound. “There was no need for that.”
And then Jared was done talking. He brought his hand down on Jensen’s ass again and again, sometimes harder, sometimes softer, but always in an unrelenting rhythm. Jensen bit his lip and tried to stop the tears forming in the corner of his eyes. It wasn’t just the spanking that got to him, though it genuinely hurt now. It was mostly the humiliation—that he was letting Jared do this, and, deep down, he wanted it.
He couldn’t deny that if he tried; his cock was hard in his jeans.
His breathing was short and gasping, and finally the tears begin to fall. Jared’s hand slowed down as he heard Jensen begin to cry. Just before Jensen collapsed against the wall, Jared fell against him, holding him up.
“Shh,” he whispered against Jensen’s ear. “It’s all right, Jen.”
The familiar endearment just made him loose it more.
“I’m sorry,” he gasped, face still pressed against the wall. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Jared didn’t reply, just continued to stroke his lover and make soothing noises as Jensen came down.
It was always so hard, this part. The way Jared could peel him open so easily and just peer right inside him. Jensen tried to be strong, he always did, but it seemed he couldn’t fight that secret, shameful part of him.
“I didn’t,” he choked, “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know, baby, I know,” Jared soothed. “That’s why I’m here. Sometimes we just can’t help it.”
“I try.” Jensen’s voice was the quiet ending of a sob. “I try so hard to be good.”
Jared’s heart clenched. “You are, Jen, you are. So good for me, try so hard, but nobody’s perfect, baby. Everybody needs a little help sometimes. If you’re having a bad day you should come to me. If you need to yell and rant, I’ll listen. I’ll always listen, Jen.”
And he knew that, he did, but that was part of the reason it was so hard. Jensen wanted to be strong, to be good, he didn’t want to let Jared know when he had failed him. But he wanted Jared to know, he wanted him to know that he tried so hard, that Jared made him want to be better.
He couldn’t say any of that, though. All he could say was, “I don’t want to be bad.”
As always, Jared seemed to hear the words Jensen couldn’t say. “That’s what the punishment is for, Jen. Once it’s over, the mistake is over, too. Forgotten, forgiven. Clean slate.”
Sighing, Jared nuzzled Jensen’s neck. “You carry so much guilt and expectation inside you. No one could possibly live up to it, so you shouldn’t feel so bad when you have your bad days.”
In the quietest whisper imaginable, Jensen sighed, “I still don’t like that I need this.”
For a moment, Jared was quiet. Then he said, “It’s hard, Jen. It’s hard to face the deepest, hidden parts of us. Most people never do, but you not only face it, you’re living it. You’re making it work for you, for us.”
Jared squeezed Jensen hard, putting as much love and devotion as possible into his body and his voice. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”
Light fluttered around the edges of Jensen’s vision at those words. It shouldn’t have made him so ridiculously happy, but it did.
Smiling against the side of Jensen’s neck, Jared’s hand snuck down into the front of his jeans. “Now that that part’s over, I think you deserve a little reward for being honest with me.”
Jensen’s breath hitched as Jared’s hands pulled his zipper down, sneaking inside his jeans. He moaned as one of those large hands wrapped around his cock, pulling slowly. It wasn’t a hand job, exactly. It was too tortuous and slow for that. Besides, Jared hardly ever let him come from cock stimulation alone.
As if on cue, Jared’s hand slipped down the back of Jensen’s open jeans. A visible shudder wracked his spine and Jared’s thick fingers tickled gently over his opening.
“Jared,” he gasped.
He felt a chuckle against his neck. “God, you have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are just like this. Bucking against the wall, trying to decide to fuck into my hand or thrust back against my fingers.”
Jared’s teasing tongue flickered out to lap at Jensen’s ear. “Decisions, decisions, Jenny.”
The fingers got a little more insistent, rubbing over his hole with purpose now.
“Should I slip inside, Jen?” Jared whispered into his ear. “Should my fingers fuck your hole while you fuck my fist?”
Almost of their own accord, Jensen’s hips starting pistoning faster into the firm hold of Jared’s fingers.
“Yeah,” Jared breathed. “Come on, baby you’re almost there. Gonna come all over my hand, then I’m gonna slick you up—”
A knock came at the door, startling them both upright and rigid. “We’re on again, boys.”
Sighing, Jared withdrew his hands. Jensen whined in protest.
Scowling a bit, Jared said, “Guess we’ll just have to finish this up later. Hard-ons in our jeans, and all.”
Jensen tried to fasten his pants with trembling hands. Later would just have to do.