fic: The Flesh is Weak

[riyku]

Title:The Flesh is Weak
Genre: J2
Rating: nc-17
Word Count: 2400
Notes: written for smpc. many, many thanks to my darling flawlessglitch for always having my back and telling me when i need to fuck off and get over myself. warnings for heresy, flagellation and bloodplay.

The frighteningly talented and ever so patient and wonderful a_biting_smile came a-knocking and suggested we

Comments

[a_biting_smile]

OH, BE QUIET, YOU. YOU ARE SO SO AMAZING...

(I may have read this fic, like, a dozen times. For research, yanno. And, um, yeeeeah, research...because I could NOT decide on which 'pose' to use. *lays on ground*)

[big_heart_june]

*points to icon*

jesus christ, darling, you have wrecked me with all of this....wow such gorgeously put together hurty beauty ♥♥♥ you never cease to amaze me. never ever leave me us ♥♥♥

[anonymous]

Absolutely gorgeous. I am a sucker for priest!monk!fic, but this...this was just...stunning.

[hugemind]

Oh. Oh, DAMN. This is quiet and beautiful and so gorgeous! And this totally feeds my priest!kink. <3

[wendy]

There's a small dip in the floor beside Jared's bed, and he imagines it's from generations of knees, hours and hours of men not at all like him sending prayers up to heaven. Jared counts his Hail Mary's, thumbs the rosary loosely looped around his tented hands, drowns himself in the easy repetition of it. He doesn't look up when the door opens and a soft footstep sounds at his back. Only leans back slightly as Jensen kneels behind him, winds his arms around him and slides his hands alongside Jared's, tangled in the rosary.

Jared switches to Latin for Jensen's benefit on the next repetition and Jensen joins him, voice low and hoarse. His breath is warm on Jared's neck and it makes Jared shiver, not bothering to hide it. They pray with the same inflection, rhythm like a steady, strong heartbeat. This is the only time Jared likes the sound of his own voice, when it's tangled up in Jensen's softer, lower one.

So beautiful, like poetry.