Fic: (untitled firefighter fic) j2 PG chapter 2
More firefighter fic.
Um, anybody have a suggestion for a title? Because I've been pondering for days and coming up with nothing.
Anyway, here, have some fic.
Oh, and also, that light silly feel I was going for? Totally gone. Warnings for semi-date-rape-something in this one.
Jensen wakes up with a warm weight pressing the air out of his lungs. He can smell day-old smoke, but his life always smells like day-old smoke so that’s nothing new. A sound like a hundred pairs of dice being rolled at the same time echoes through his apartment. It takes him a second to realize the weight is one of the dogs he rescued the day before laying on his freakin’ chest.
“Give me a break,” he begs and squirms and pushes and tries to get Girl off of him without hurting her paw.
The rain-of-small-things noise happens again and Jensen looks over just in time to see Dog with his entire big head deep in the torn-open bag of kibble. The bag is still on the kitchen table. Great. He stumbles to his feet and his knee doesn’t hurt nearly as much as he expected so apparently it’s just the dogs that hate him and not the entire universe.
His phone rings as he’s trying to get Dog out of the bag and stop the wave of crunchy bits from escaping under the couch.
“Hey,” he says and tucks the phone under his chin. Girl is taking dainty nibbles of the food on the floor and Jensen writes the whole thing off as a loss and sits down to see how much mess two dogs and thirty pounds of kibble can make.
“Ackles. It’s Bradley.” And his immediate superior calling him by his last name and that wary, reluctant tone of voice can only mean trouble.
“Give it to me,” Jensen says, because god he hates it when Bradley beats around the bush.
“You’re suspended.” And shit. A mini-vacation would be nice but he needs the money, especially with all the dog bills.
“What the fuck?” Jensen hears his own voice go sharp with the indignity of it. “I saved that guy. And his stupid dogs. And I’m getting suspended?”
“You disobeyed a direct order. The lieutenant was listening in on the radio. There was nothing I could do about this. They’re on this big safety kick and what you did wasn’t safe.”
“I saved a guy,” Jensen says again. Slower, like that might help.
“You could have died, you stubborn son of a bitch. You could have died, Jensen.” Apparently Jensen's run through all of Bradley’s sorry-I-have-to-suspend-you patience. “Shut the hell up. Take your damn two weeks and take care of your damn knee.”
The connection clicks off and Jensen thinks the worst thing about cell phones is that slamming them down in a fit of anger isn’t a good idea. With painful slowness he closes the phone and looks back at the dogs.
Both sets of amber eyes watch him in a cross between wariness and sympathy.
“There’s no appreciation in this world,” Jensen tells them. Dog’s tail tic-tocs back and forth and Girl crawls up to lick at his fingers.
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Jensen takes the dogs out for a short walk to get the annoyance out of his system. Girl can’t walk far on three legs though and even Dog starts to limp so he brings them back home. Truth to tell he couldn’t have gone much further without annoying that knee so it’s probably a good thing.
He does a hundred crunches and that many again pushups. The next two weeks loom ahead of him as this aching expanse of intense boredom. It makes him feel itchy in his skin. Restless. He picks up the phone and thumbs down through his contacts. He hesitates a second before pressing talk but when Rick picks up the simplicity of it all is a wave of relief cutting through his tension.
“You doing anything?”
“Nope.” Rick sounds smug but it doesn’t really matter.
“Want to come over?”
“See you in twenty,” and then Rick hangs up. Simple. They don’t need to talk about where they’re going or what they’re doing. They only want one thing out of each other. Jensen takes a quick shower and pulls on some clean clothes. He makes sure the dogs have a big bowl of water and then the doorbell rings.
“I didn’t know you had dogs,” Rick says as he walks Jensen backwards into his bedroom. He never even looks at them.
Ten minutes later Rick is balls deep in Jensen's ass and there’s a whining at the bedroom door and then a scratching. The euphoric rush of being fucked a little too hard and fast for it to be complete pleasure? That falters and fades and Jensen’s all too aware of the distress in Girl’s whimpers and of Rick behind him saying “God what a pretty hole to put my dick in you fucking pretty slut with your pretty mouth want to fucking split you open on my fucking dick…”
And Jensen just. Isn’t. Into it.
He sighs and hangs his head and Rick doesn’t even seem to notice.
“Stop.” Jensen's pretty sure he’s clear but Rick doesn’t lose a beat.
“What? I’m almost there. God your ass is so tight.”
One of the dogs starts to freakin’ howl out there, a high warbling that grates along Jensen's nerves like chewing on aluminum foil.
“Get the hell off of me,” he says, the last warning. And when Rick doesn’t, Jensen whips an elbow back into the man’s ribs.
Rick oofs and what the fucks and grabs on tighter to Jensen's hips. Should have pinned his shoulders instead because Jensen throws his head back and smashes into Rick’s face. That breaks the mood and Rick rolls away. The pull-out is worse than Jensen expected but worth it when he sees Rick holding his bloody nose.
“Get dressed and get out,” Jensen says. He gets up and wraps the sheet around him and waits for Rick to get his shit together.
“You’re fucking psycho. You fucking freak!” But Rick gets dressed anyway and that’s enough for Jensen.
Jensen follows him out into the living room. Dog growls low in his throat as the door opens and Girl hides behind Dog but she’s growling too. Rick pauses and then edges carefully around the two dogs towards the door.
Jensen realizes for the first time just how big Dog is and how little he knows about these animals.
“Dog, sit.” He tries in his most firm voice and thank god Dog does.
Rick takes his chance and gets while the gettin’s good, one last shout of “Don’t you call me again. Ever.” And then Dog is rushing towards the door and Rick slams it before he can get eaten.
Jensen leans against the wall and sinks to the floor as the adrenaline burns out of his system.
Fuck. That was just--fuck.
Um, anybody have a suggestion for a title? Because I've been pondering for days and coming up with nothing.
Anyway, here, have some fic.
Oh, and also, that light silly feel I was going for? Totally gone. Warnings for semi-date-rape-something in this one.
Jensen wakes up with a warm weight pressing the air out of his lungs. He can smell day-old smoke, but his life always smells like day-old smoke so that’s nothing new. A sound like a hundred pairs of dice being rolled at the same time echoes through his apartment. It takes him a second to realize the weight is one of the dogs he rescued the day before laying on his freakin’ chest.
“Give me a break,” he begs and squirms and pushes and tries to get Girl off of him without hurting her paw.
The rain-of-small-things noise happens again and Jensen looks over just in time to see Dog with his entire big head deep in the torn-open bag of kibble. The bag is still on the kitchen table. Great. He stumbles to his feet and his knee doesn’t hurt nearly as much as he expected so apparently it’s just the dogs that hate him and not the entire universe.
His phone rings as he’s trying to get Dog out of the bag and stop the wave of crunchy bits from escaping under the couch.
“Hey,” he says and tucks the phone under his chin. Girl is taking dainty nibbles of the food on the floor and Jensen writes the whole thing off as a loss and sits down to see how much mess two dogs and thirty pounds of kibble can make.
“Ackles. It’s Bradley.” And his immediate superior calling him by his last name and that wary, reluctant tone of voice can only mean trouble.
“Give it to me,” Jensen says, because god he hates it when Bradley beats around the bush.
“You’re suspended.” And shit. A mini-vacation would be nice but he needs the money, especially with all the dog bills.
“What the fuck?” Jensen hears his own voice go sharp with the indignity of it. “I saved that guy. And his stupid dogs. And I’m getting suspended?”
“You disobeyed a direct order. The lieutenant was listening in on the radio. There was nothing I could do about this. They’re on this big safety kick and what you did wasn’t safe.”
“I saved a guy,” Jensen says again. Slower, like that might help.
“You could have died, you stubborn son of a bitch. You could have died, Jensen.” Apparently Jensen's run through all of Bradley’s sorry-I-have-to-suspend-you patience. “Shut the hell up. Take your damn two weeks and take care of your damn knee.”
The connection clicks off and Jensen thinks the worst thing about cell phones is that slamming them down in a fit of anger isn’t a good idea. With painful slowness he closes the phone and looks back at the dogs.
Both sets of amber eyes watch him in a cross between wariness and sympathy.
“There’s no appreciation in this world,” Jensen tells them. Dog’s tail tic-tocs back and forth and Girl crawls up to lick at his fingers.
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Jensen takes the dogs out for a short walk to get the annoyance out of his system. Girl can’t walk far on three legs though and even Dog starts to limp so he brings them back home. Truth to tell he couldn’t have gone much further without annoying that knee so it’s probably a good thing.
He does a hundred crunches and that many again pushups. The next two weeks loom ahead of him as this aching expanse of intense boredom. It makes him feel itchy in his skin. Restless. He picks up the phone and thumbs down through his contacts. He hesitates a second before pressing talk but when Rick picks up the simplicity of it all is a wave of relief cutting through his tension.
“You doing anything?”
“Nope.” Rick sounds smug but it doesn’t really matter.
“Want to come over?”
“See you in twenty,” and then Rick hangs up. Simple. They don’t need to talk about where they’re going or what they’re doing. They only want one thing out of each other. Jensen takes a quick shower and pulls on some clean clothes. He makes sure the dogs have a big bowl of water and then the doorbell rings.
“I didn’t know you had dogs,” Rick says as he walks Jensen backwards into his bedroom. He never even looks at them.
Ten minutes later Rick is balls deep in Jensen's ass and there’s a whining at the bedroom door and then a scratching. The euphoric rush of being fucked a little too hard and fast for it to be complete pleasure? That falters and fades and Jensen’s all too aware of the distress in Girl’s whimpers and of Rick behind him saying “God what a pretty hole to put my dick in you fucking pretty slut with your pretty mouth want to fucking split you open on my fucking dick…”
And Jensen just. Isn’t. Into it.
He sighs and hangs his head and Rick doesn’t even seem to notice.
“Stop.” Jensen's pretty sure he’s clear but Rick doesn’t lose a beat.
“What? I’m almost there. God your ass is so tight.”
One of the dogs starts to freakin’ howl out there, a high warbling that grates along Jensen's nerves like chewing on aluminum foil.
“Get the hell off of me,” he says, the last warning. And when Rick doesn’t, Jensen whips an elbow back into the man’s ribs.
Rick oofs and what the fucks and grabs on tighter to Jensen's hips. Should have pinned his shoulders instead because Jensen throws his head back and smashes into Rick’s face. That breaks the mood and Rick rolls away. The pull-out is worse than Jensen expected but worth it when he sees Rick holding his bloody nose.
“Get dressed and get out,” Jensen says. He gets up and wraps the sheet around him and waits for Rick to get his shit together.
“You’re fucking psycho. You fucking freak!” But Rick gets dressed anyway and that’s enough for Jensen.
Jensen follows him out into the living room. Dog growls low in his throat as the door opens and Girl hides behind Dog but she’s growling too. Rick pauses and then edges carefully around the two dogs towards the door.
Jensen realizes for the first time just how big Dog is and how little he knows about these animals.
“Dog, sit.” He tries in his most firm voice and thank god Dog does.
Rick takes his chance and gets while the gettin’s good, one last shout of “Don’t you call me again. Ever.” And then Dog is rushing towards the door and Rick slams it before he can get eaten.
Jensen leans against the wall and sinks to the floor as the adrenaline burns out of his system.
Fuck. That was just--fuck.