J2, pg-13, 656 words
Suggested (sort of) by leodragon1: J2 werewolves in the workplace.
Jensen’s only concession to Full Moon is going into the office an hour late the next morning. Jared would be impressed if it isn’t actually a totally dumb thing to do.
He can’t imagine trying to cram his aching, cramping body - still convinced it’s low and lean and wolf-shaped - into a suit. Jared won’t go into work until tomorrow, when he won’t still have a lingering, inconvenient interest in tearing out a few throats with his teeth. He doesn’t know how Jensen does it.
While Jensen dresses, he lies belly-down on the bed and fingers the shredded strips of material that are all that remain of their bedsheets. The sex is always a little brutal just before the moon, especially as Jensen’s mind tends to turn wolfish well before the rest of his body.
Jensen is dull-eyed and unsmiling as he attempts to fix his tie in the mirror.
“You know, no-one’s gonna thank you for turning up half-dead,” Jared points out lightly. They definitely won’t thank him for passing out in the middle of the office.
“I’m fine,” says Jensen. He’s not. He never is after the Moon. Jared can see it and everyone in Jensen’s office must be able to see it too.
“You could always call in sick.”
Bad idea. Bad idea. Jensen’s jaw snaps tight.
“I’m not calling in sick.”
He eases his jacket on, and Jared notices his wince but decides not to escalate the disagreement by pointing it out.
“I can do this fucking job. Full Moon or not, I can do this fucking job.”
If it were last night before the Moon, instead of this morning after, Jared would think it’s his superior wolfish senses kicking in that make him pay attention to that. In truth, it’s probably just that he knows Jensen as well as he does.
He frowns and props himself up on his elbows to get a better look at the expression on Jensen’s face. “Who says you can’t?”
Jensen doesn’t answer at once, and if Jared still had hackles, they’d be up.
“Who says you can’t?”
“Pellegrino, in HR. He’s just looking for a reason to fire me.”
Jared climbs off the bed and crosses to him, and Jensen is forced to stop what he is doing because Jared is taking up so much of his personal space. “Because you’re a werewolf?”
“He doesn’t think werewolves belong in the workplace.” Jensen’s voice is bitter, but not surprised. “He’d prefer we were all security guards or bounty hunters or….” He trails off, seems lost and miserable for a moment, before he shakes his head sharply, visibly pulling himself together. “Doesn’t matter though. Because I can do this job, and I’m not gonna give him a chance to say otherwise.”
Nothing makes Jared pissed quite like Jensen being badly treated does. Right now, he finds he’s losing his temper with Jensen, because how dare Jensen allow some jerk with bigoted ideas bully him into putting his health at risk?
“I’m not backing down,” Jensen says, very quietly. “This is important.”
And Jared knows that, stupid and stubborn as it is, Jensen will never forgive himself if he allows himself to prove Pellegrino right.
Jared gives his most reassuring grin.
“Okay. Okay.” He rubs Jensen’s shoulders, like he can warm a little life in him. “Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do: I’m gonna make you a fucking big breakfast and you’re gonna eat it, ‘cause you need your strength. And I’m gonna drive you to work, and I’ll pick you up after. But you gotta promise me that if Pellegrino gives you any shit, you’re going to tell me.”
Jensen raises an eyebrow, unimpressed, but he’s smiling at least. “And you’re gonna do what, exactly, huh? Read him the statute on discrimination in the workplace?”
Jared lays a kiss on the bridge of Jensen’s nose, enjoys holding Jensen’s body against his own.
“No. I’m gonna eat him.”
Jensen’s only concession to Full Moon is going into the office an hour late the next morning. Jared would be impressed if it isn’t actually a totally dumb thing to do.
He can’t imagine trying to cram his aching, cramping body - still convinced it’s low and lean and wolf-shaped - into a suit. Jared won’t go into work until tomorrow, when he won’t still have a lingering, inconvenient interest in tearing out a few throats with his teeth. He doesn’t know how Jensen does it.
While Jensen dresses, he lies belly-down on the bed and fingers the shredded strips of material that are all that remain of their bedsheets. The sex is always a little brutal just before the moon, especially as Jensen’s mind tends to turn wolfish well before the rest of his body.
Jensen is dull-eyed and unsmiling as he attempts to fix his tie in the mirror.
“You know, no-one’s gonna thank you for turning up half-dead,” Jared points out lightly. They definitely won’t thank him for passing out in the middle of the office.
“I’m fine,” says Jensen. He’s not. He never is after the Moon. Jared can see it and everyone in Jensen’s office must be able to see it too.
“You could always call in sick.”
Bad idea. Bad idea. Jensen’s jaw snaps tight.
“I’m not calling in sick.”
He eases his jacket on, and Jared notices his wince but decides not to escalate the disagreement by pointing it out.
“I can do this fucking job. Full Moon or not, I can do this fucking job.”
If it were last night before the Moon, instead of this morning after, Jared would think it’s his superior wolfish senses kicking in that make him pay attention to that. In truth, it’s probably just that he knows Jensen as well as he does.
He frowns and props himself up on his elbows to get a better look at the expression on Jensen’s face. “Who says you can’t?”
Jensen doesn’t answer at once, and if Jared still had hackles, they’d be up.
“Who says you can’t?”
“Pellegrino, in HR. He’s just looking for a reason to fire me.”
Jared climbs off the bed and crosses to him, and Jensen is forced to stop what he is doing because Jared is taking up so much of his personal space. “Because you’re a werewolf?”
“He doesn’t think werewolves belong in the workplace.” Jensen’s voice is bitter, but not surprised. “He’d prefer we were all security guards or bounty hunters or….” He trails off, seems lost and miserable for a moment, before he shakes his head sharply, visibly pulling himself together. “Doesn’t matter though. Because I can do this job, and I’m not gonna give him a chance to say otherwise.”
Nothing makes Jared pissed quite like Jensen being badly treated does. Right now, he finds he’s losing his temper with Jensen, because how dare Jensen allow some jerk with bigoted ideas bully him into putting his health at risk?
“I’m not backing down,” Jensen says, very quietly. “This is important.”
And Jared knows that, stupid and stubborn as it is, Jensen will never forgive himself if he allows himself to prove Pellegrino right.
Jared gives his most reassuring grin.
“Okay. Okay.” He rubs Jensen’s shoulders, like he can warm a little life in him. “Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do: I’m gonna make you a fucking big breakfast and you’re gonna eat it, ‘cause you need your strength. And I’m gonna drive you to work, and I’ll pick you up after. But you gotta promise me that if Pellegrino gives you any shit, you’re going to tell me.”
Jensen raises an eyebrow, unimpressed, but he’s smiling at least. “And you’re gonna do what, exactly, huh? Read him the statute on discrimination in the workplace?”
Jared lays a kiss on the bridge of Jensen’s nose, enjoys holding Jensen’s body against his own.
“No. I’m gonna eat him.”