Secret Life
Title: Secret Life
Pairings: Jensen/Jared
Rating: nc17
Summary: Jensen and Jared are both agents for an unknown department of defense for the United States government... Think Indiana Jones meets James Bond.
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For the next two days, Jared stayed away from the University. Jensen had assured him that he didn’t mind that Jared had let the students outside to work, even going as far as to tell him it was a good idea and that he would probably allow it now, but Jared wasn’t swayed, he didn’t want to disrupt Jensen’s class anymore than he had. He didn’t want Jensen to start to despise him, and try to find a way to have someone else train him.
He didn’t actually need someone to train him. It was technically the agency’s idea, even if Eliza didn’t know it. The agency felt he went through the regular training far too fast, and due to that could easily be swayed to go against them. So instead they decided he should train with someone even if he was most likely better. He had chosen Jensen to train him though, that part wasn’t a lie. He had his reasons to why he wanted the older man as his mentor. Reasons, thankfully, the agency didn’t ask about.
So it basically comes down to, Jared has a hell of a lot of training already, and somehow that leads to him slouching on Jensen’s couch, his feet crossed on the coffee table, hands grasping the remote that is pushing under his chin, while he glares at the television, wondering who the hell in their right mind watches day time tv. And…
That’s how Jensen finds him. With a smirk, Jensen tosses a long, black length of fabric at Jared, “Come on, Casper,” he tells the taller man as he walks into the hall where Jared hears metal clanging.
“Hey,” he says, taking a few seconds to be insulted, “You’re whiter than I am.”
“Maybe so,” Jensen replies, sticking his head back into the living room, “But I’m not the one that got arrested for ghosting into NASA’s computers.”
“Firstly,” Jared says, standing to follow Jensen, still holding on to the black fabric, “Those records were supposed to be sealed…”
“And yet I know about it,” Jensen interrupts with a laugh.
“And secondly,” Jared says, waving the fabric in front of Jensen’s face, “Does the girls in your class know you’re into bondage?”
“No, they don’t,” Jensen says calmly, taking the fabric back from Jared, “but seriously why ain’t you in prison somewhere, most people don’t get a slap on the wrist for breaking into government mainframes.”
“They couldn’t prove it,” Jared tells the shorter man, his attention now on the hole in the floor of the hall. When Jensen clears his throat, Jared finally looks at his face, sensing the question Jensen wants answered, “I wrote a program that destroyed any evidence. I wouldn’t have even got caught if they wouldn’t have been installing new firewalls that day,” he answers, glancing back down to the floor, “What is that?”
“That,” Jensen informs him, “Is the way to my training room.” Jared openly stares at it, as Jensen steps down into the hole, before disappearing from sight. “Watch your head,” he calls back up the metal stairs. Slowly, Jared descends into the cellar turned training room.
“Wow,” he gaps looking around the huge room. At the far end of the room, Jensen has placed different exercise equipment. In the corner, Jared notices a punching back, but what catches his eye is the middle of the room. There’s a thick mat covering a good fifteen feet, width and length, in the center of the huge room. “What are we doing down here?” he questions as an afterthought.
“I don’t have classes tomorrow,” Jensen tells him shrugging, “And then it’s the weekend, I figured we could train today. If you land any good punches, I won’t be sore going to class Monday.”
“So, where does the bondage come in at?” he questions with a wink, tearing his gaze from the older man’s face, as he gestures to the fabric now wrapped around Jensen’s hand.
“Oh this?” Jensen says smirking, “You’re training blindfolded today.”
“Like hell I am,” Jared informs him quickly.
“Oh but you all,” Jensen nods to himself stepping closer to the tall man, “Now stand still so I can tie it on.”
“No,” Jared argues, as he tries to back away.
“I am your trainer,” Jensen reminds him, “Unless there is a reason why I shouldn’t blindfold you, I suggest you stop moving.”
“I’m scared of the dark?” Jared says, in more of question, hoping the older man would just leave it alone.
“Don’t think that’s going to cut it,” Jensen tells him walking closer.
“Fine,” Jared says, getting frustrated, “I don’t actually need training.”
Jensen smiles as he throws the blindfold down, “Thought so. Now do you want to tell me the real reason you’re living in my house?”
“Agen didn’t trust me, so they wanted someone to basically watch me. I wasn’t supposed to say anything,” Jared tells him, his head hung in defeat.
“Why can’t they trust you?” he questions, thinking about the letter he found in his safe a few days before.
“I went through training to fast. They’re scared I can easily be turned,” he replies, raising his head so he could look at Jensen. “You’re supposed to teach me what it means to be an agent. I have the physical training. They just need to be sure I won’t turn,” he breathes out, “I didn’t actually form any bonds when I was at the training camp.”
“But…” Jensen begins, stopping when his cell phone beeps. He holds up a finger, letting Jared know they aren’t finished, as he flips open his phone.
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Pairings: Jensen/Jared
Rating: nc17
Summary: Jensen and Jared are both agents for an unknown department of defense for the United States government... Think Indiana Jones meets James Bond.
M@5t3R P05t
< 009507 >
For the next two days, Jared stayed away from the University. Jensen had assured him that he didn’t mind that Jared had let the students outside to work, even going as far as to tell him it was a good idea and that he would probably allow it now, but Jared wasn’t swayed, he didn’t want to disrupt Jensen’s class anymore than he had. He didn’t want Jensen to start to despise him, and try to find a way to have someone else train him.
He didn’t actually need someone to train him. It was technically the agency’s idea, even if Eliza didn’t know it. The agency felt he went through the regular training far too fast, and due to that could easily be swayed to go against them. So instead they decided he should train with someone even if he was most likely better. He had chosen Jensen to train him though, that part wasn’t a lie. He had his reasons to why he wanted the older man as his mentor. Reasons, thankfully, the agency didn’t ask about.
So it basically comes down to, Jared has a hell of a lot of training already, and somehow that leads to him slouching on Jensen’s couch, his feet crossed on the coffee table, hands grasping the remote that is pushing under his chin, while he glares at the television, wondering who the hell in their right mind watches day time tv. And…
That’s how Jensen finds him. With a smirk, Jensen tosses a long, black length of fabric at Jared, “Come on, Casper,” he tells the taller man as he walks into the hall where Jared hears metal clanging.
“Hey,” he says, taking a few seconds to be insulted, “You’re whiter than I am.”
“Maybe so,” Jensen replies, sticking his head back into the living room, “But I’m not the one that got arrested for ghosting into NASA’s computers.”
“Firstly,” Jared says, standing to follow Jensen, still holding on to the black fabric, “Those records were supposed to be sealed…”
“And yet I know about it,” Jensen interrupts with a laugh.
“And secondly,” Jared says, waving the fabric in front of Jensen’s face, “Does the girls in your class know you’re into bondage?”
“No, they don’t,” Jensen says calmly, taking the fabric back from Jared, “but seriously why ain’t you in prison somewhere, most people don’t get a slap on the wrist for breaking into government mainframes.”
“They couldn’t prove it,” Jared tells the shorter man, his attention now on the hole in the floor of the hall. When Jensen clears his throat, Jared finally looks at his face, sensing the question Jensen wants answered, “I wrote a program that destroyed any evidence. I wouldn’t have even got caught if they wouldn’t have been installing new firewalls that day,” he answers, glancing back down to the floor, “What is that?”
“That,” Jensen informs him, “Is the way to my training room.” Jared openly stares at it, as Jensen steps down into the hole, before disappearing from sight. “Watch your head,” he calls back up the metal stairs. Slowly, Jared descends into the cellar turned training room.
“Wow,” he gaps looking around the huge room. At the far end of the room, Jensen has placed different exercise equipment. In the corner, Jared notices a punching back, but what catches his eye is the middle of the room. There’s a thick mat covering a good fifteen feet, width and length, in the center of the huge room. “What are we doing down here?” he questions as an afterthought.
“I don’t have classes tomorrow,” Jensen tells him shrugging, “And then it’s the weekend, I figured we could train today. If you land any good punches, I won’t be sore going to class Monday.”
“So, where does the bondage come in at?” he questions with a wink, tearing his gaze from the older man’s face, as he gestures to the fabric now wrapped around Jensen’s hand.
“Oh this?” Jensen says smirking, “You’re training blindfolded today.”
“Like hell I am,” Jared informs him quickly.
“Oh but you all,” Jensen nods to himself stepping closer to the tall man, “Now stand still so I can tie it on.”
“No,” Jared argues, as he tries to back away.
“I am your trainer,” Jensen reminds him, “Unless there is a reason why I shouldn’t blindfold you, I suggest you stop moving.”
“I’m scared of the dark?” Jared says, in more of question, hoping the older man would just leave it alone.
“Don’t think that’s going to cut it,” Jensen tells him walking closer.
“Fine,” Jared says, getting frustrated, “I don’t actually need training.”
Jensen smiles as he throws the blindfold down, “Thought so. Now do you want to tell me the real reason you’re living in my house?”
“Agen didn’t trust me, so they wanted someone to basically watch me. I wasn’t supposed to say anything,” Jared tells him, his head hung in defeat.
“Why can’t they trust you?” he questions, thinking about the letter he found in his safe a few days before.
“I went through training to fast. They’re scared I can easily be turned,” he replies, raising his head so he could look at Jensen. “You’re supposed to teach me what it means to be an agent. I have the physical training. They just need to be sure I won’t turn,” he breathes out, “I didn’t actually form any bonds when I was at the training camp.”
“But…” Jensen begins, stopping when his cell phone beeps. He holds up a finger, letting Jared know they aren’t finished, as he flips open his phone.
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