Sunday Extras : Jared Vs. Fucking Punk (Ficlet)
Title: Smoke & Lightning : Jared Vs. Fucking Punk
Authors: eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS AU
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Wordcount: 962
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sometimes Jensen gets more attention than he really wants.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
Notes: We recently had a lucky draw for drabbles to celebrate getting 500 members in the community! The winner of this drabble was deansavedmylife, who asked for "protectiveJared and/or hurtJensen."
MASTER POST
Jared Vs. Fucking Punk
This is a rare thing, Jensen thinks, as he shaves and listens to Jared moving around their bedroom. Friday night and they're both off, they can both stay in bed until at least noon the next day which is long enough to sleep off a hangover if they need to, and they both are awake enough to want to go out drinking. He's even talked Jared into a party at one of their favorite clubs. He dries his face off as Jared comes into the bathroom, grins at the kiss to his smooth skin. Jared's dressed in jeans and a tight black t-shirt and smells of the new cologne Jensen bought him the day before. He dips a hand beneath Jensen's towel, smirks at him when he shakes his head.
"That can wait," Jensen tells him. "We've got all night, so hands off."
"Party pooper. Go get dressed, I'll take Maya out before we go."
He does as he's told, going for khaki cargo pants and picking out a black shirt for himself. He has a beer while he waits for Jared to come back, has one ready for him when he does. They finish them together and then head out on foot, hand in hand. The club's not far, which is one reason Jensen likes it so much. They can get as drunk as they like and not worry about getting home. The other reason he likes it so much is that nobody's ever made trouble there. It's rare, fights even more so.
"How long till I make you lose the shirt?" Jared asks, the moment they're at the bar. He pulled his own off as soon as they came through the door and it's tucked into his belt now, his skin gleaming under the club's lights.
"Depends how many drinks you're going to buy me."
It takes two beers before Jensen unbuttons his shirt, and one more before he takes it off completely and ties the sleeves around his waist. Jared backs him up against a wall at that point and they start making out, red and blue lights flashing over them the whole time. The beer catches up with Jensen after not too long, though, and he sets his hands against Jared's chest and pushes him gently away.
"Bathroom," he explains, at Jared's questioning look. "Won't be long."
But he is. He gets to the bathroom and takes a piss, fastens up, and turns to find the door blocked by six foot four of solid muscle. This guy's broader across the shoulders than Jared, bald-headed, and he has a look on his face that Jensen's seen before, in another lifetime.
"Hey, can I-" Jensen starts, trying to get a hand on the door, but that's as far as he gets before huge guy pushes him backward. He hits the wall opposite with a painful thump and thinks about Jared telling him that it doesn't matter how big they are - if you hit them in just the right place they'll go down like a sack of shit. Jensen tries it, blindly thrashing out with a fisted hand, but nothing gives. The guy doesn't even bat an eyelid.
He's pushed back into the wall and huge guy steps right up to him, sneering down at him. "You're real pretty," he says, and Jensen looks for an escape route, because he knows where this is going. "Saw you with that guy, think you can do better than that." Jensen shudders as the guy prods at his chest, at the eagle tattoo there. "I like your ink."
"My boyfriend's out there, okay, and-"
"That twink?"
There's a knock at the door behind them then. Jensen hears Jared's voice, just, asking if he's taking a shit or what 'cause there's a line forming out here. Huge guy looks around, distracted, and Jensen takes the opportunity to bring his knee up and hit the guy right between the legs. He folds, and Jensen shoves at him as hard as he can and now he gets somewhere. The guy stumbles back and Jensen ducks past him, throwing the bolt off the door and yanking it open.
"Jay-"
He doesn't need to say anything else, because Jared can see what's happened. He shoves Jensen behind him and stands right in the doorway, looking in at the guy still in there.
"Hey, what's your name man?"
"Fucking punk kid-"
"Weird name, Fucking Punk, but you lay one hand on my boyfriend then I'll break it before you can fucking blink. We clear?"
"I would love to see you try."
Jared grins, looks back over his shoulder at Jensen. "Hear that? He wants me to demonstrate." Even as he says the last word he's lunging forward, grabbing at the guy's hand and twisting it painfully. He wrenches the fingers around, the guy screaming at him as something snaps. He doesn't let go as he gets in close to whisper in the guy's ear,
"You may be bigger than me, and you might think you're better than me, but trust me. You're not." Only then does he let go, looking triumphant as the guy heads away quickly, in the direction of the door. Jared turns to Jensen, pulling him in closer for a kiss. "Are you okay?"
"I'm... Yeah, I'm okay. You had to break his hand?"
"He'll be fine. I've done worse to people."
"And that's why I worry. Can we go home?"
Jared rolls his eyes. "Relax, I'm not going to get into another fight for you."
"I know you're not." Jensen wraps his arms around Jared's neck and drags him down, kisses him firmly. He moves so his body is almost flush with Jared's, smiling when he sees the realization hit. "Can we go home anyway?"
end
Authors: eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS AU
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Wordcount: 962
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sometimes Jensen gets more attention than he really wants.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
Notes: We recently had a lucky draw for drabbles to celebrate getting 500 members in the community! The winner of this drabble was deansavedmylife, who asked for "protectiveJared and/or hurtJensen."
MASTER POST
Jared Vs. Fucking Punk
This is a rare thing, Jensen thinks, as he shaves and listens to Jared moving around their bedroom. Friday night and they're both off, they can both stay in bed until at least noon the next day which is long enough to sleep off a hangover if they need to, and they both are awake enough to want to go out drinking. He's even talked Jared into a party at one of their favorite clubs. He dries his face off as Jared comes into the bathroom, grins at the kiss to his smooth skin. Jared's dressed in jeans and a tight black t-shirt and smells of the new cologne Jensen bought him the day before. He dips a hand beneath Jensen's towel, smirks at him when he shakes his head.
"That can wait," Jensen tells him. "We've got all night, so hands off."
"Party pooper. Go get dressed, I'll take Maya out before we go."
He does as he's told, going for khaki cargo pants and picking out a black shirt for himself. He has a beer while he waits for Jared to come back, has one ready for him when he does. They finish them together and then head out on foot, hand in hand. The club's not far, which is one reason Jensen likes it so much. They can get as drunk as they like and not worry about getting home. The other reason he likes it so much is that nobody's ever made trouble there. It's rare, fights even more so.
"How long till I make you lose the shirt?" Jared asks, the moment they're at the bar. He pulled his own off as soon as they came through the door and it's tucked into his belt now, his skin gleaming under the club's lights.
"Depends how many drinks you're going to buy me."
It takes two beers before Jensen unbuttons his shirt, and one more before he takes it off completely and ties the sleeves around his waist. Jared backs him up against a wall at that point and they start making out, red and blue lights flashing over them the whole time. The beer catches up with Jensen after not too long, though, and he sets his hands against Jared's chest and pushes him gently away.
"Bathroom," he explains, at Jared's questioning look. "Won't be long."
But he is. He gets to the bathroom and takes a piss, fastens up, and turns to find the door blocked by six foot four of solid muscle. This guy's broader across the shoulders than Jared, bald-headed, and he has a look on his face that Jensen's seen before, in another lifetime.
"Hey, can I-" Jensen starts, trying to get a hand on the door, but that's as far as he gets before huge guy pushes him backward. He hits the wall opposite with a painful thump and thinks about Jared telling him that it doesn't matter how big they are - if you hit them in just the right place they'll go down like a sack of shit. Jensen tries it, blindly thrashing out with a fisted hand, but nothing gives. The guy doesn't even bat an eyelid.
He's pushed back into the wall and huge guy steps right up to him, sneering down at him. "You're real pretty," he says, and Jensen looks for an escape route, because he knows where this is going. "Saw you with that guy, think you can do better than that." Jensen shudders as the guy prods at his chest, at the eagle tattoo there. "I like your ink."
"My boyfriend's out there, okay, and-"
"That twink?"
There's a knock at the door behind them then. Jensen hears Jared's voice, just, asking if he's taking a shit or what 'cause there's a line forming out here. Huge guy looks around, distracted, and Jensen takes the opportunity to bring his knee up and hit the guy right between the legs. He folds, and Jensen shoves at him as hard as he can and now he gets somewhere. The guy stumbles back and Jensen ducks past him, throwing the bolt off the door and yanking it open.
"Jay-"
He doesn't need to say anything else, because Jared can see what's happened. He shoves Jensen behind him and stands right in the doorway, looking in at the guy still in there.
"Hey, what's your name man?"
"Fucking punk kid-"
"Weird name, Fucking Punk, but you lay one hand on my boyfriend then I'll break it before you can fucking blink. We clear?"
"I would love to see you try."
Jared grins, looks back over his shoulder at Jensen. "Hear that? He wants me to demonstrate." Even as he says the last word he's lunging forward, grabbing at the guy's hand and twisting it painfully. He wrenches the fingers around, the guy screaming at him as something snaps. He doesn't let go as he gets in close to whisper in the guy's ear,
"You may be bigger than me, and you might think you're better than me, but trust me. You're not." Only then does he let go, looking triumphant as the guy heads away quickly, in the direction of the door. Jared turns to Jensen, pulling him in closer for a kiss. "Are you okay?"
"I'm... Yeah, I'm okay. You had to break his hand?"
"He'll be fine. I've done worse to people."
"And that's why I worry. Can we go home?"
Jared rolls his eyes. "Relax, I'm not going to get into another fight for you."
"I know you're not." Jensen wraps his arms around Jared's neck and drags him down, kisses him firmly. He moves so his body is almost flush with Jared's, smiling when he sees the realization hit. "Can we go home anyway?"
end