Step Up
Title: Step Up
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 079. When?
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 3,166
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, fighting, and smexing? I think that covers it.
Summary: Jensen can't stand seeing Jared's face any more than he has to, for reasons he can never say out loud.
Author's Notes: For labrat68, for her prompt of angry sex in my help_haiti thread. I hope this is what you were looking for! Also, thanks to itskaylie for helping and contributing to the argument in the beginning. XD
“You left the toaster on the second setting.” That was how it started. It all started with a toaster. “I mean, cool if that’s how you want it. But you do know that you’re basically just making warm, limp bread, right?”
Jensen had just come in from the backyard, and Jared was standing in the kitchen with a plate of light toast. Jared’s tone was calm, but Jensen could see the latent anger in his eyes. He felt himself tense, thinking for a moment that he wouldn’t be so pissed off himself if he hadn’t just spent so much time cleaning up piles of dog shit. But he knew that was wrong. He’d been like this for a while now, and he knew why. He never should’ve moved in here in the first place. It was a mistake. He knew it then, and it was no less true now. It was too much. All of this was too much.
“Don’t look at me,” Jensen growled, walking past Jared and into the living room. “It’s not my fault you can’t fucking check the settings before you toast your own shit.”
“Don’t gimme that fucking attitude, Jensen!” Jensen heard the plate clatter to the counter, and he paused, fists clenched, not yet turning around, even though he could hear Jared coming up behind him. “I swear to God, I don’t know what the fuck is up with you lately!”
“Me?” Jensen whirled around, eyes connecting with Jared’s, the two of them staring each other down. “You’re the one starting shit over a goddamn fucking toaster, you asshole!”
“Because it’s not just the toaster!” Jared shouted, face going red. “It’s everything, Jensen! It’s your goddamn dirty socks, the fucking skidmarks in your underwear-”
“Oh, fuck you!” Jensen felt that one in his throat, his face on fire, lips curled in a snarl. “You’re the one who’s a fucking mess, Jared! So, you did a little laundry, huh? That’s cute. I do every other fucking thing around here! Including cleaning up after Harley and Sadie! Why the fuck am I cleaning up the yard, Jared? They’re your dogs!” Jared just stared, silently fuming, and Jensen could see him fighting for words, so he just kept going. “I clean the bathrooms and do the dishes, I take out the garbage, and you just…You’re fucking useless!”
“Yeah?” Jensen had crossed a line there, he knew it, and Jared’s tone was low and menacing. He stepped closer, and Jensen could feel the angry tension between them. He bristled, standing up straighter, preparing himself for Jared to strike. “Why don’t you just move the fuck out then, huh?”
“Maybe I will,” Jensen ground out, jaw set tight, never breaking eye contact. “Because I can’t fucking stand seeing your face any more than I have to.” He tried to stop speaking, hating how true that statement was beneath the anger for reasons he could never say out loud. But the anger took over then, making him say more things, things he didn’t really mean. “You and your fucking pathetic moping around because your girl left you, asking me to move in with you just so I can coddle you and make you fucking feel better about yourself, because you can’t just fucking grow a pair and deal with it, you useless piece of shit!”
“You take that back.” There was a break in Jared’s voice that was more from anger than hurt, but Jensen still hated it. He could still see the hurt in Jared’s eyes, even as Jared stepped closer to him, this close to throwing a punch. He still hated the mean, ugly feelings curling inside of him, but he couldn’t stop them, not now. He never should’ve moved in here, not when he knew the feelings he really had. “You take that back right now.”
“Fuck off!” Jensen shoved at Jared, shoving away the threat and hating the way his body shivered internally at the feel of Jared’s chest beneath his hands, warm and heaving with repressed emotions. Jared glared, and Jensen turned away before he could say anything else, stalking towards the stairs.
He got halfway up them before he was stopped, gasping as fingers wrapped around his ankle and pulled him down. He fell, trying to catch himself on his hands and half succeeding, his right hand hitting a step and his shoulders and back slamming down as he was turned over, Jared looming over him, eyes on fire.
“Don’t fucking walk away from me like that!” Jared was livid, moving up Jensen’s body to pin him with his hands, and Jensen grunted and kicked, knocking Jared’s legs out from under him. He moved as Jared slid down, turning over and trying to push himself up with his hands, but Jared was on him again, lunging for him and holding him down on the stairs, covering his back. “You better fucking stay where you are, you piece of shit.”
“Get the fuck off me!” Jensen was in a rage now, body burning where Jared was touching him, and he rolled his back towards the wall, hearing Jared’s “oof” when he hit it and letting an elbow fly as Jared’s grip on him loosened. He caught Jared just below the ribs, still trying to get up and get away, but Jared’s hand fisted in the back of his shirt, dragging him back down again.
“No.” Jared turned him over again so that he could stare down at him, fingers twisting in the collar of his shirt now, and Jensen glared, tensed and ready to fight. “You don’t say shit like that and then walk away, you fucking coward.”
Jensen kneed him, not even sure where, and moved to pull away, his shirt tearing in Jared’s hand. Jared fought still, both of them grunting in pain as Jared practically crawled on top of him, hand pressing down on the bare skin of his chest. They struggled and squirmed, Jensen always slipping away just a little, and Jared always working to get a better hold on him, try to pin him down. Jensen pushed up and rolled to the side, slamming Jared into the wall again, and Jared cried out in surprise and pain. Jensen felt smug, felt a small sense of victory, felt his dick hardening in his pants. He wouldn’t be dominated. Not now, not after everything he’d done for Jared, everything he’d felt but kept inside. He was going to win.
“You motherfucker!” Jared rolled back onto him, weight preventing him from moving further up the stairs, hand sliding over his bare skin again. One leg slipped between Jensen’s, brushing against his crotch, and Jensen flinched and gasped, feeling himself fill up and harden even more. His hands were clenched on Jared’s arms, trying to hold him off, and Jared paused for only a split second before leaning in closer, voice whispering just over his ear in a dark chuckle. “Oh my God, you fucking like this don’t you? You get off on this, you sick fuck?”
“Fuck you,” Jensen snarled, pressing and pushing at Jared’s chest, but Jared just looked down at him and laughed menacingly, his muscled torso barely moving with the pressure. Jensen’s anger flared, and he dug his fingers in, holding on for leverage while he brought his knee up again, jamming it into Jared’s side. Jared stopped laughing, eyes squeezing shut with the force of the blow, and Jensen grinned.
“Asshole,” Jared breathed, strong hands bracketing his shoulders now and pushing him down into the stairs. Jensen was panting and trying to move, trying to strike again, but Jared moved first, his lips suddenly crashing down onto Jensen’s open ones, bruising, their teeth clacking together.
It was brutal, violent, Jared stealing Jensen’s breath away with this unexpected assault, and while Jensen was slightly stunned, he was fit to protest, biting down hard on Jared’s lip. Jared jerked his head back, and Jensen gulped in air, licking his lips and tasting blood. He could see it on Jared’s bottom lip, bright red drops forming in the little split there. Jared was staring down at him, eyes flashing between shocked, angry, frightened, and bold. The latter emotion won out, one of Jared’s hands holding him down while the other traveled down to his jeans, fingers fumbling with the zipper.
“No,” Jensen said, grunting as he struggled to move out from under Jared’s body. But his dick was twitching inside his boxers, his movements a little less forceful.
“Shut up.” Jared adjusted, his forearm pushing down over Jensen’s chest, holding him there while he got his jeans open. “You’re hard, I know you are. Don’t fucking fight me.” Jared’s hand found its way down into his boxers, long fingers wrapping around his shaft, and Jensen groaned and bucked, releasing pre-come that Jared swiped off the head with his thumb. “Already fuckin’ wet for me, too, you bastard.” He stroked up and down, twisting his wrist. “Fuckin’ dick.”
Jensen’s eyes closed as his hips lifted into the touch, his mind blown. He didn’t know what was happening anymore, whether he should stop it or not. But his body was still pumping with adrenaline, still ready for a fight, and in desperate need of a fuck. Jared was touching him. Jared was touching him. After all this time, after all he’d denied himself. Jared was jerking him, fast and rough, almost to the point of pain, and Jensen moaned, weakly kicking out at Jared’s legs.
“You fuckin’ like it, don’t fuckin’ tell me you don’t,” Jared was muttering, and then he was letting go of Jensen’s dick, pulling at his jeans, trying to tear and tug them off. “You want it, don’t try to fuckin’ stop me.”
Jensen tried to lift up, but Jared was leaning down on his chest while working on his bottom half. Before Jensen knew it, he was naked from the waist down, shirt torn open, dick aching and pulsing against his stomach. It was hard to breathe like this, hard to move at all without it hurting, pain lighting up along his body. He knew he was bruised from this fight on the stairs, knew Jared was, too. They were both pretty beaten, but he was taking the brunt of it, now. He heard the sound of a zipper, watched as Jared moaned and closed his eyes, and Jensen felt heat spike through his body when he saw the way Jared’s shoulder was moving, knowing he was jerking himself off. He struggled again, nostrils flaring when Jared wouldn’t budge.
“Get the fuck off me, Jared! Let me up!”
“Shut up,” Jared groaned, and he brought his right hand up towards Jensen’s face, to his open lips, pushing two fingers into his mouth. “Just shut the fuck up.” It was the hand Jared had been jerking off with, and Jensen could smell him, taste him, the fingers thrusting in and out of his mouth. Jensen glared at Jared in defiance, swirling his tongue around the fingers before letting his teeth scrape along them, and then Jared’s forearm moved from his chest to his neck, making him choke. “Don’t fucking bite me, asshole.”
Jensen did it anyway, teeth clamping down onto Jared’s fingers, and Jared hissed and cursed, yanking them out of Jensen’s mouth. Jared was off balance then, hands off, and Jensen kicked at him, knocking him down a couple of stairs. He moved back on his elbows, trying once again to turn around and get to his feet, but Jared’s hand was reaching up and grabbing his thigh, pulling him back down, the carpet on the stairs burning along his back. Jared settled on top of him quickly, and Jensen gave a surprised cry when one of Jared’s spit slick fingers suddenly pushed into his hole, already moving in and out against the burn it had created.
“Look at you, you’re so fucking hard,” Jared spat, pushing the other finger in sooner than expected, Jensen’s head falling back on the stairs. “Moved in here just for this, didn’t you, you selfish prick? All you ever wanted was for me to fuck you, didn’t care about anything else, you goddamn liar.” The fingers twisted, curved, and Jensen’s hips jerked with a jolt of pleasure that rose above the pain, sticky wetness making his dick cling to his belly. “All you ever wanted…”
“Jared,” Jensen gasped, finding it hard to speak. The fingers pulled out of his body, the head of Jared’s cock bumping up against him, hot, blunt force, and Jensen keened and cringed at the same time. He needed more, or this would be…
He cried out as Jared shoved in, hands reaching up to grip Jared’s shoulders hard, fighting the pain of Jared splitting him open.
“Tell me you don’t fuckin’ want this,” Jared growled into his ear, panting hard and thrusting. Jensen jerked and moaned, one leg lifting up higher, foot planting itself on the highest step he could manage with the way he was laying, opening himself up. Jared adjusted on the stairs, trying to find the right position to get enough leverage, and shoved in hard again, Jensen clawing Jared’s back and wedging his other foot high up between the bars of the railing. “Opening up for me like a fuckin’ whore, you pretty little slut.”
“God, you’re a dick,” Jensen grunted, grabbing a fistful of Jared’s hair and yanking his head back. Jared yelped and pressed down on Jensen’s shoulders, fucking in harder, Jensen’s body repeatedly banging against the stairs beneath him. The thrusts were coming easier, Jared brushing against that sweet spot inside of him, and Jensen let his right hand travel down his body and grip his dick, jerking it back to full hardness and getting himself off. He arched and bucked, gritting his teeth as his head bumped back against the stairs. It had been too long since he’d felt anything like this, hot cock pushing and pulling at his insides, waking him up to such sensitive parts of his body, making him so much harder than he was before. His grip loosened in Jared’s hair as he jerked himself harder, faster, chest heaving with his panting. Jared moaned and let his head drop, tried to kiss him again, and Jensen nipped at his lips still, Jared moving down to his collarbone and sinking his teeth into it, sucking hard. He pulled at Jared’s hair again, but weaker this time. It was happening fast, his body tensing. He couldn’t help the sounds he was making, the high-pitched whines and moans, Jared’s hips slamming into him over and over again, his dick swelling in his hand.
Jared’s mouth left his skin, and Jensen expected more cursing, more angry words of war, but instead there were just guttural groans and cries of ecstasy. Jared was close, so close, and Jensen felt his heart racing, his brain only thinking please, please, please as their orgasms began building at the same time. He’d never had this, this endless cycle of pleasure, simultaneous orgasms threatening to overload their bodies until they blacked out. They cried out at the same time, and Jensen felt Jared twitch and burst inside of him just as he came onto his own stomach. He was lost, dizzy with the feel of it all, his eyes rolling back in his head as he arched, Jared filling him up with warmth as he pulled the last drops from himself, fist tight around the head of his dick.
Jensen was almost out when he finished, eyes closed, body lax against the steps. He just barely heard Jared’s sigh of release. He wasn’t aware of much, not until Jared pulled out, and then he jolted and hissed, his hole stretched, sore and raw. Jared’s body lifted off of his, and he flinched when Jared’s fingers pressed gently to his rim, come leaking out onto them.
“Jensen…” Jared’s voice was quiet, and Jensen made the effort to open his eyes, Jared staring back at him with a carefully blank expression before leaving him there on the stairs. When he returned, Jensen felt a damp washcloth pressing to his ass, wiping away the come there. Finished, Jared moved up, wiping Jensen’s come off of his skin. Jensen saw how awed Jared was by the sight of it, how much Jared’s hand shook as he cleaned him. Jared left and returned a second time, blushing and avoiding Jensen’s eyes as he touched his hole again, as if maybe he shouldn’t be down there, even though they’d just fucked. Jensen gasped a little at how cold the lotion was that Jared had on his fingers. He wasn’t sure what the stuff was exactly, but he swallowed hard at the gesture, at the thought that Jared was taking care of him so intimately now. “This is why Sandy broke up with me,” Jared said, so quietly that Jensen had to strain to hear him. “She knew, even before I did, and I just kept denying…” He cleared his throat and finished with the lotion, gently pulling Jensen’s legs down into a more comfortable position but still not looking at him. “This is why I asked you to move in.” He sat sideways on the stairs, leaning his back against the wall, grimacing a little with the pain that caused. “But now…”
“‘Now,’ what?” Jensen was afraid to ask, but he had to, his heart already swollen with hope.
“I shouldn’t have…” Jared spared him a fleeting glance, suddenly looking guilty and dejected. “Not like this.”
“If you’re referring to the way you fucked me?” Jensen asked, knowing his dry humor always worked on Jared, but still meaning every word. “This was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Jared smirked a little, but it faded, still unsure. “I hurt you.”
“Of course you did,” Jensen said casually, scratching at his chest, his back burning beneath him. “We both just beat the shit out of each other, Jared. I’m sure you’re not feeling like you could run a marathon right now, either, but that doesn’t mean this wasn’t a fantastic fuck.”
“I would’ve stopped.” Jared looked at him then, really looked at him, eyes pleading for forgiveness and understanding. “I would have, if you needed me to. I know what I…the things I said…how I acted. But…”
“Jared.” Jensen offered him a small smile, bruised and still too fucked out to move much. “We had angry sex. People do it all the time. I know you. I know you wouldn’t hurt me like that. But this isn’t the same thing, okay? We’re fine.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah.” Jared smiled back at him, and Jensen felt something tug at his chest, remembering their argument. “I’m sorry for the things I said…about you. I didn’t mean any of it. It’s just been hard living here with you when I’m…”
He trailed off, and Jared nodded. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”
“But now?” Jensen’s heart skipped when Jared smiled again.
“Now.”
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 079. When?
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 3,166
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, fighting, and smexing? I think that covers it.
Summary: Jensen can't stand seeing Jared's face any more than he has to, for reasons he can never say out loud.
Author's Notes: For labrat68, for her prompt of angry sex in my help_haiti thread. I hope this is what you were looking for! Also, thanks to itskaylie for helping and contributing to the argument in the beginning. XD
“You left the toaster on the second setting.” That was how it started. It all started with a toaster. “I mean, cool if that’s how you want it. But you do know that you’re basically just making warm, limp bread, right?”
Jensen had just come in from the backyard, and Jared was standing in the kitchen with a plate of light toast. Jared’s tone was calm, but Jensen could see the latent anger in his eyes. He felt himself tense, thinking for a moment that he wouldn’t be so pissed off himself if he hadn’t just spent so much time cleaning up piles of dog shit. But he knew that was wrong. He’d been like this for a while now, and he knew why. He never should’ve moved in here in the first place. It was a mistake. He knew it then, and it was no less true now. It was too much. All of this was too much.
“Don’t look at me,” Jensen growled, walking past Jared and into the living room. “It’s not my fault you can’t fucking check the settings before you toast your own shit.”
“Don’t gimme that fucking attitude, Jensen!” Jensen heard the plate clatter to the counter, and he paused, fists clenched, not yet turning around, even though he could hear Jared coming up behind him. “I swear to God, I don’t know what the fuck is up with you lately!”
“Me?” Jensen whirled around, eyes connecting with Jared’s, the two of them staring each other down. “You’re the one starting shit over a goddamn fucking toaster, you asshole!”
“Because it’s not just the toaster!” Jared shouted, face going red. “It’s everything, Jensen! It’s your goddamn dirty socks, the fucking skidmarks in your underwear-”
“Oh, fuck you!” Jensen felt that one in his throat, his face on fire, lips curled in a snarl. “You’re the one who’s a fucking mess, Jared! So, you did a little laundry, huh? That’s cute. I do every other fucking thing around here! Including cleaning up after Harley and Sadie! Why the fuck am I cleaning up the yard, Jared? They’re your dogs!” Jared just stared, silently fuming, and Jensen could see him fighting for words, so he just kept going. “I clean the bathrooms and do the dishes, I take out the garbage, and you just…You’re fucking useless!”
“Yeah?” Jensen had crossed a line there, he knew it, and Jared’s tone was low and menacing. He stepped closer, and Jensen could feel the angry tension between them. He bristled, standing up straighter, preparing himself for Jared to strike. “Why don’t you just move the fuck out then, huh?”
“Maybe I will,” Jensen ground out, jaw set tight, never breaking eye contact. “Because I can’t fucking stand seeing your face any more than I have to.” He tried to stop speaking, hating how true that statement was beneath the anger for reasons he could never say out loud. But the anger took over then, making him say more things, things he didn’t really mean. “You and your fucking pathetic moping around because your girl left you, asking me to move in with you just so I can coddle you and make you fucking feel better about yourself, because you can’t just fucking grow a pair and deal with it, you useless piece of shit!”
“You take that back.” There was a break in Jared’s voice that was more from anger than hurt, but Jensen still hated it. He could still see the hurt in Jared’s eyes, even as Jared stepped closer to him, this close to throwing a punch. He still hated the mean, ugly feelings curling inside of him, but he couldn’t stop them, not now. He never should’ve moved in here, not when he knew the feelings he really had. “You take that back right now.”
“Fuck off!” Jensen shoved at Jared, shoving away the threat and hating the way his body shivered internally at the feel of Jared’s chest beneath his hands, warm and heaving with repressed emotions. Jared glared, and Jensen turned away before he could say anything else, stalking towards the stairs.
He got halfway up them before he was stopped, gasping as fingers wrapped around his ankle and pulled him down. He fell, trying to catch himself on his hands and half succeeding, his right hand hitting a step and his shoulders and back slamming down as he was turned over, Jared looming over him, eyes on fire.
“Don’t fucking walk away from me like that!” Jared was livid, moving up Jensen’s body to pin him with his hands, and Jensen grunted and kicked, knocking Jared’s legs out from under him. He moved as Jared slid down, turning over and trying to push himself up with his hands, but Jared was on him again, lunging for him and holding him down on the stairs, covering his back. “You better fucking stay where you are, you piece of shit.”
“Get the fuck off me!” Jensen was in a rage now, body burning where Jared was touching him, and he rolled his back towards the wall, hearing Jared’s “oof” when he hit it and letting an elbow fly as Jared’s grip on him loosened. He caught Jared just below the ribs, still trying to get up and get away, but Jared’s hand fisted in the back of his shirt, dragging him back down again.
“No.” Jared turned him over again so that he could stare down at him, fingers twisting in the collar of his shirt now, and Jensen glared, tensed and ready to fight. “You don’t say shit like that and then walk away, you fucking coward.”
Jensen kneed him, not even sure where, and moved to pull away, his shirt tearing in Jared’s hand. Jared fought still, both of them grunting in pain as Jared practically crawled on top of him, hand pressing down on the bare skin of his chest. They struggled and squirmed, Jensen always slipping away just a little, and Jared always working to get a better hold on him, try to pin him down. Jensen pushed up and rolled to the side, slamming Jared into the wall again, and Jared cried out in surprise and pain. Jensen felt smug, felt a small sense of victory, felt his dick hardening in his pants. He wouldn’t be dominated. Not now, not after everything he’d done for Jared, everything he’d felt but kept inside. He was going to win.
“You motherfucker!” Jared rolled back onto him, weight preventing him from moving further up the stairs, hand sliding over his bare skin again. One leg slipped between Jensen’s, brushing against his crotch, and Jensen flinched and gasped, feeling himself fill up and harden even more. His hands were clenched on Jared’s arms, trying to hold him off, and Jared paused for only a split second before leaning in closer, voice whispering just over his ear in a dark chuckle. “Oh my God, you fucking like this don’t you? You get off on this, you sick fuck?”
“Fuck you,” Jensen snarled, pressing and pushing at Jared’s chest, but Jared just looked down at him and laughed menacingly, his muscled torso barely moving with the pressure. Jensen’s anger flared, and he dug his fingers in, holding on for leverage while he brought his knee up again, jamming it into Jared’s side. Jared stopped laughing, eyes squeezing shut with the force of the blow, and Jensen grinned.
“Asshole,” Jared breathed, strong hands bracketing his shoulders now and pushing him down into the stairs. Jensen was panting and trying to move, trying to strike again, but Jared moved first, his lips suddenly crashing down onto Jensen’s open ones, bruising, their teeth clacking together.
It was brutal, violent, Jared stealing Jensen’s breath away with this unexpected assault, and while Jensen was slightly stunned, he was fit to protest, biting down hard on Jared’s lip. Jared jerked his head back, and Jensen gulped in air, licking his lips and tasting blood. He could see it on Jared’s bottom lip, bright red drops forming in the little split there. Jared was staring down at him, eyes flashing between shocked, angry, frightened, and bold. The latter emotion won out, one of Jared’s hands holding him down while the other traveled down to his jeans, fingers fumbling with the zipper.
“No,” Jensen said, grunting as he struggled to move out from under Jared’s body. But his dick was twitching inside his boxers, his movements a little less forceful.
“Shut up.” Jared adjusted, his forearm pushing down over Jensen’s chest, holding him there while he got his jeans open. “You’re hard, I know you are. Don’t fucking fight me.” Jared’s hand found its way down into his boxers, long fingers wrapping around his shaft, and Jensen groaned and bucked, releasing pre-come that Jared swiped off the head with his thumb. “Already fuckin’ wet for me, too, you bastard.” He stroked up and down, twisting his wrist. “Fuckin’ dick.”
Jensen’s eyes closed as his hips lifted into the touch, his mind blown. He didn’t know what was happening anymore, whether he should stop it or not. But his body was still pumping with adrenaline, still ready for a fight, and in desperate need of a fuck. Jared was touching him. Jared was touching him. After all this time, after all he’d denied himself. Jared was jerking him, fast and rough, almost to the point of pain, and Jensen moaned, weakly kicking out at Jared’s legs.
“You fuckin’ like it, don’t fuckin’ tell me you don’t,” Jared was muttering, and then he was letting go of Jensen’s dick, pulling at his jeans, trying to tear and tug them off. “You want it, don’t try to fuckin’ stop me.”
Jensen tried to lift up, but Jared was leaning down on his chest while working on his bottom half. Before Jensen knew it, he was naked from the waist down, shirt torn open, dick aching and pulsing against his stomach. It was hard to breathe like this, hard to move at all without it hurting, pain lighting up along his body. He knew he was bruised from this fight on the stairs, knew Jared was, too. They were both pretty beaten, but he was taking the brunt of it, now. He heard the sound of a zipper, watched as Jared moaned and closed his eyes, and Jensen felt heat spike through his body when he saw the way Jared’s shoulder was moving, knowing he was jerking himself off. He struggled again, nostrils flaring when Jared wouldn’t budge.
“Get the fuck off me, Jared! Let me up!”
“Shut up,” Jared groaned, and he brought his right hand up towards Jensen’s face, to his open lips, pushing two fingers into his mouth. “Just shut the fuck up.” It was the hand Jared had been jerking off with, and Jensen could smell him, taste him, the fingers thrusting in and out of his mouth. Jensen glared at Jared in defiance, swirling his tongue around the fingers before letting his teeth scrape along them, and then Jared’s forearm moved from his chest to his neck, making him choke. “Don’t fucking bite me, asshole.”
Jensen did it anyway, teeth clamping down onto Jared’s fingers, and Jared hissed and cursed, yanking them out of Jensen’s mouth. Jared was off balance then, hands off, and Jensen kicked at him, knocking him down a couple of stairs. He moved back on his elbows, trying once again to turn around and get to his feet, but Jared’s hand was reaching up and grabbing his thigh, pulling him back down, the carpet on the stairs burning along his back. Jared settled on top of him quickly, and Jensen gave a surprised cry when one of Jared’s spit slick fingers suddenly pushed into his hole, already moving in and out against the burn it had created.
“Look at you, you’re so fucking hard,” Jared spat, pushing the other finger in sooner than expected, Jensen’s head falling back on the stairs. “Moved in here just for this, didn’t you, you selfish prick? All you ever wanted was for me to fuck you, didn’t care about anything else, you goddamn liar.” The fingers twisted, curved, and Jensen’s hips jerked with a jolt of pleasure that rose above the pain, sticky wetness making his dick cling to his belly. “All you ever wanted…”
“Jared,” Jensen gasped, finding it hard to speak. The fingers pulled out of his body, the head of Jared’s cock bumping up against him, hot, blunt force, and Jensen keened and cringed at the same time. He needed more, or this would be…
He cried out as Jared shoved in, hands reaching up to grip Jared’s shoulders hard, fighting the pain of Jared splitting him open.
“Tell me you don’t fuckin’ want this,” Jared growled into his ear, panting hard and thrusting. Jensen jerked and moaned, one leg lifting up higher, foot planting itself on the highest step he could manage with the way he was laying, opening himself up. Jared adjusted on the stairs, trying to find the right position to get enough leverage, and shoved in hard again, Jensen clawing Jared’s back and wedging his other foot high up between the bars of the railing. “Opening up for me like a fuckin’ whore, you pretty little slut.”
“God, you’re a dick,” Jensen grunted, grabbing a fistful of Jared’s hair and yanking his head back. Jared yelped and pressed down on Jensen’s shoulders, fucking in harder, Jensen’s body repeatedly banging against the stairs beneath him. The thrusts were coming easier, Jared brushing against that sweet spot inside of him, and Jensen let his right hand travel down his body and grip his dick, jerking it back to full hardness and getting himself off. He arched and bucked, gritting his teeth as his head bumped back against the stairs. It had been too long since he’d felt anything like this, hot cock pushing and pulling at his insides, waking him up to such sensitive parts of his body, making him so much harder than he was before. His grip loosened in Jared’s hair as he jerked himself harder, faster, chest heaving with his panting. Jared moaned and let his head drop, tried to kiss him again, and Jensen nipped at his lips still, Jared moving down to his collarbone and sinking his teeth into it, sucking hard. He pulled at Jared’s hair again, but weaker this time. It was happening fast, his body tensing. He couldn’t help the sounds he was making, the high-pitched whines and moans, Jared’s hips slamming into him over and over again, his dick swelling in his hand.
Jared’s mouth left his skin, and Jensen expected more cursing, more angry words of war, but instead there were just guttural groans and cries of ecstasy. Jared was close, so close, and Jensen felt his heart racing, his brain only thinking please, please, please as their orgasms began building at the same time. He’d never had this, this endless cycle of pleasure, simultaneous orgasms threatening to overload their bodies until they blacked out. They cried out at the same time, and Jensen felt Jared twitch and burst inside of him just as he came onto his own stomach. He was lost, dizzy with the feel of it all, his eyes rolling back in his head as he arched, Jared filling him up with warmth as he pulled the last drops from himself, fist tight around the head of his dick.
Jensen was almost out when he finished, eyes closed, body lax against the steps. He just barely heard Jared’s sigh of release. He wasn’t aware of much, not until Jared pulled out, and then he jolted and hissed, his hole stretched, sore and raw. Jared’s body lifted off of his, and he flinched when Jared’s fingers pressed gently to his rim, come leaking out onto them.
“Jensen…” Jared’s voice was quiet, and Jensen made the effort to open his eyes, Jared staring back at him with a carefully blank expression before leaving him there on the stairs. When he returned, Jensen felt a damp washcloth pressing to his ass, wiping away the come there. Finished, Jared moved up, wiping Jensen’s come off of his skin. Jensen saw how awed Jared was by the sight of it, how much Jared’s hand shook as he cleaned him. Jared left and returned a second time, blushing and avoiding Jensen’s eyes as he touched his hole again, as if maybe he shouldn’t be down there, even though they’d just fucked. Jensen gasped a little at how cold the lotion was that Jared had on his fingers. He wasn’t sure what the stuff was exactly, but he swallowed hard at the gesture, at the thought that Jared was taking care of him so intimately now. “This is why Sandy broke up with me,” Jared said, so quietly that Jensen had to strain to hear him. “She knew, even before I did, and I just kept denying…” He cleared his throat and finished with the lotion, gently pulling Jensen’s legs down into a more comfortable position but still not looking at him. “This is why I asked you to move in.” He sat sideways on the stairs, leaning his back against the wall, grimacing a little with the pain that caused. “But now…”
“‘Now,’ what?” Jensen was afraid to ask, but he had to, his heart already swollen with hope.
“I shouldn’t have…” Jared spared him a fleeting glance, suddenly looking guilty and dejected. “Not like this.”
“If you’re referring to the way you fucked me?” Jensen asked, knowing his dry humor always worked on Jared, but still meaning every word. “This was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Jared smirked a little, but it faded, still unsure. “I hurt you.”
“Of course you did,” Jensen said casually, scratching at his chest, his back burning beneath him. “We both just beat the shit out of each other, Jared. I’m sure you’re not feeling like you could run a marathon right now, either, but that doesn’t mean this wasn’t a fantastic fuck.”
“I would’ve stopped.” Jared looked at him then, really looked at him, eyes pleading for forgiveness and understanding. “I would have, if you needed me to. I know what I…the things I said…how I acted. But…”
“Jared.” Jensen offered him a small smile, bruised and still too fucked out to move much. “We had angry sex. People do it all the time. I know you. I know you wouldn’t hurt me like that. But this isn’t the same thing, okay? We’re fine.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah.” Jared smiled back at him, and Jensen felt something tug at his chest, remembering their argument. “I’m sorry for the things I said…about you. I didn’t mean any of it. It’s just been hard living here with you when I’m…”
He trailed off, and Jared nodded. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”
“But now?” Jensen’s heart skipped when Jared smiled again.
“Now.”