Fic: That'll Leave a Mark
Title: That'll Leave A Mark
Author: truelyesoteric
Rating: R
Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Warning: Angsty. Short.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: A girl can dream can't she?
Word Count: 600
Summary: They knew when it would end.
Its not that he didn't know it was coming.
"We have an open relationship," Jared told him the first week in Vancouver, shooting that second episode, "Until the ring, we're free to do as we please. She knows where my heart is."
It took four days until Jared was fucking into him, sucking enthusiastically at his collarbone.
Make up could cover that.
:::
Jared was so enthusiastic about everything. He would babble on full force to anyone who was there. His arms would fly around Jensen in front of cameras or at the bar.
Set was like being on a playground because Jared was there to bound in and out of everything. Jensen had been taught to be professional since before he could spell it.
Jared made life interesting.
Their world was business, but like hell they were going to be serious. Nothing could make Jensen laugh like Jared.
They had each other's back, wrapped around each other and making jokes that at any other time would be inappropriate.
With them it wasn't. It was about bonding through their experience, playing off each other, balancing out the other's strength and weaknesses.
And when Jared got on his knees and leaned down, the huge motherfucker, he was very enthusiastic about that too.
Clutching at Jensen's ass, leaving crescents in his ass that he felt all the next day.
:::
Jared would stare at him, through him into him.
"You know where this is going," Jared said.
Sometimes Jensen would think that Jared would say that just to reassure himself, because they didn't know what was going on.
Jensen would just shrug and reach his hand into Jared's pants.
That was the night that Jared pushed them into a table, cutting a little strip down Jensen's leg.
"Sorry," he had said.
"Don't stop fucking me," Jensen managed.
:::
Jared threw his phone on the bed. It had been Sandy it was always Sandy or his mother. He was porn star naked and tan and Jensen just looked at him. Jensen was bonelessly stretched out on the bed.
"Why don't you just have her move in?" Jensen said without a bit of malice.
"Officially," Jared said, cocking his head to take in Jensen who was shamelessly naked and strewn messily on his bed, "Because my momma would kill me if she found me living in sin."
Jensen snorted and moved to a more inviting pose.
"And unofficially," Jensen prodded.
"I want to fuck you again," Jared said looking at him.
There were marks on Jensen's shoulder's the next day, but the wardrobe people had stopped pretending that they noticed that Jensen seemed to be fucking a girl with the largest hands in the world.
Jensen tried not to think about Jared's words. He wasn't sure if it was a statement or an answer.
:::
Jensen sucked down cigarettes as if it was a shot. He sucked it down like he was in a school bathroom and the headmistress was coming. He sucked it down like it was going out of style.
He had seen the ring.
It was a punch to the gut.
He could feel the little fist and the diamond slamming into his stomach.
That one no one could see.
That one didn't go away.
:::
Jared looked at the ring on her finger as it splayed across his chest like a brand.
It burned through him.
He hadn't expected the ring to weigh that much.
The next day that burn was still there.
Author: truelyesoteric
Rating: R
Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Warning: Angsty. Short.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: A girl can dream can't she?
Word Count: 600
Summary: They knew when it would end.
Its not that he didn't know it was coming.
"We have an open relationship," Jared told him the first week in Vancouver, shooting that second episode, "Until the ring, we're free to do as we please. She knows where my heart is."
It took four days until Jared was fucking into him, sucking enthusiastically at his collarbone.
Make up could cover that.
:::
Jared was so enthusiastic about everything. He would babble on full force to anyone who was there. His arms would fly around Jensen in front of cameras or at the bar.
Set was like being on a playground because Jared was there to bound in and out of everything. Jensen had been taught to be professional since before he could spell it.
Jared made life interesting.
Their world was business, but like hell they were going to be serious. Nothing could make Jensen laugh like Jared.
They had each other's back, wrapped around each other and making jokes that at any other time would be inappropriate.
With them it wasn't. It was about bonding through their experience, playing off each other, balancing out the other's strength and weaknesses.
And when Jared got on his knees and leaned down, the huge motherfucker, he was very enthusiastic about that too.
Clutching at Jensen's ass, leaving crescents in his ass that he felt all the next day.
:::
Jared would stare at him, through him into him.
"You know where this is going," Jared said.
Sometimes Jensen would think that Jared would say that just to reassure himself, because they didn't know what was going on.
Jensen would just shrug and reach his hand into Jared's pants.
That was the night that Jared pushed them into a table, cutting a little strip down Jensen's leg.
"Sorry," he had said.
"Don't stop fucking me," Jensen managed.
:::
Jared threw his phone on the bed. It had been Sandy it was always Sandy or his mother. He was porn star naked and tan and Jensen just looked at him. Jensen was bonelessly stretched out on the bed.
"Why don't you just have her move in?" Jensen said without a bit of malice.
"Officially," Jared said, cocking his head to take in Jensen who was shamelessly naked and strewn messily on his bed, "Because my momma would kill me if she found me living in sin."
Jensen snorted and moved to a more inviting pose.
"And unofficially," Jensen prodded.
"I want to fuck you again," Jared said looking at him.
There were marks on Jensen's shoulder's the next day, but the wardrobe people had stopped pretending that they noticed that Jensen seemed to be fucking a girl with the largest hands in the world.
Jensen tried not to think about Jared's words. He wasn't sure if it was a statement or an answer.
:::
Jensen sucked down cigarettes as if it was a shot. He sucked it down like he was in a school bathroom and the headmistress was coming. He sucked it down like it was going out of style.
He had seen the ring.
It was a punch to the gut.
He could feel the little fist and the diamond slamming into his stomach.
That one no one could see.
That one didn't go away.
:::
Jared looked at the ring on her finger as it splayed across his chest like a brand.
It burned through him.
He hadn't expected the ring to weigh that much.
The next day that burn was still there.