salixbabylon | Ficlet: Pride (1/1)

Title: Pride
Author:

salixbabylon
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 887
Disclaimer: No offense meant at all to the real guys. This is just fiction, people.

Summary: The only reason Jensen resists Jared, ever, is for form’s sake. It’s so much better when he just gives in.

Notes: Notes: For

soar38, in honor of another year. Thanks always to

sarka for the beta and hand-holding.

Pride

“Now. I want your ass right now.”

Jensen pulls away from Jared, from the soft voice tickling his ear. “What, here? No way,” he argues, flushing as he looks around the bar.

“Here. Men’s room or the alley out back; your choice.”

“Someone will see. There were already those two fangirls,” he protests, shaking his head and finishing off his drink. “And the guys will know,” he adds, glancing over at their friends by the pool table.

“So what? I want you. Now,” Jared repeats, giving him a look that makes his cock twitch.

Jensen’s whole body shivers in response. “Jesus. Okay. Alley, five minutes.” They both know he’s not really protesting for anything other than pride.

Jared licks his lips. “Two,” and strolls off, throwing Jensen a come hither look as he nears the back door. It should look stupid, but it’s fucking hot, in all honesty, and Jensen has to adjust himself because there’s suddenly a lot less room in his jeans than there was before.

He lasts about three minutes before he joins Jared outside. The late summer night is a little cool but not cold, and there’s no moon or ambient light to speak of, which lets Jensen relax a little bit, despite how stupidly risky this is. His career is on the line, but his dick is hard and Jared… Jared is giving him that look that he can feel, even without seeing it clearly in the dim light, the one that makes Jensen want to shove his jeans down and just fucking bend over and beg for Jared’s cock in his ass. The look that makes him honest-to-fucking-God tremble.

He doesn’t want to draw this out and Jared’s evidently on the same page because he shoves Jensen against the cold brick wall, not rough but not gentle either. Insistent lips spread his apart and Jared’s tongue doesn’t tease his, more like just goes for it, stroking and demanding and leaving Jensen gasping for breath by the time Jared relents a little and moves to Jensen’s neck, sucking up what’s going to be the mother of all hickeys.

Jensen groans and closes his eyes and gives in. He doesn’t care if anyone sees. He just wants to be fucked, hard, now. His hands fumble at his pants, opening them, then feebly push at the immovable object that is his brawny lover, trying to make enough space to turn around. Jared relents once he gets the idea of what’s going on, letting Jensen turn around, licking and biting at his neck even as his arms pen Jensen in. As if he’d try to go anywhere, when he’s shucking his jeans and rubbing his bare ass against Jared’s dick.

One arm disappears, as Jensen leans against the filthy bricks, letting them support him as he hears the zip of Jared’s jeans and then feels a cool, wet hand press lube into his ass. He gets about four breaths, tops, before Jared’s shoving his cock in, and the burn makes Jensen gasp. The pleasure makes him moan, though, and pretty soon that’s all he cares about; the way Jared’s pounding his ass, fucking him in some dirty alley, where anyone could come out and see them, where their friends are probably wondering where they’ve gone. That Jared wants him so bad he can’t fucking wait, and Jensen can’t help but let him, gets off on letting him. Jared, as always, is erratic, a few breaths of solid, slow strokes followed by jack-hammering Jensen’s prostate and wrapping his overly-developed arms around Jensen, squeezing so tight he might burst.

But no; that’s his cock, and Jensen whimpers a little, trying to muffle the noise, reaching down to grab his dick and stroke it in time to Jared’s thrusts. He’s finally gained some rhythm, going for the home stretch, pulling Jensen’s hips back with every stroke. “Oh fuck,” Jared breaths into his ear, jerking against his ass, coming. He stumbles a little, the movement scraping Jensen’s cheekbone on the bricks and somehow that’s what does it, what sends Jensen over and he comes in long pulses, adding to the filth of the dark alley.

“Jesus,” he mumbles, taking a minute to just feel - the weight of Jared’s body against him, the still-solid dick in his ass, the moisture beginning to seep out of his hole, the cool night air making his sweat cool, the sting of the scrape on his cheek. Jared’s arms tighten around him, and the slow slide of him leaving Jensen’s body makes a wet noise.

“I have the best ideas,” Jared says, and Jensen can feel the proud, satisfied smile against the back of his neck.

Jensen snorts. “Yeah, you’re a fuckin’ genius,” he says, reaching down to pull his jeans back up. Jared bites his neck again, and there’s no possible way anyone in that bar isn’t going to know that Jensen just got pounded out here in the alley. Their friends will know, strangers will know, any fans who recognize them won’t have a doubt in the world. They could lose their jobs if the media gets a hold of this.

For once Jensen doesn’t care, at all. “You owe me a beer,” he says, and knows that Jared hears all the other words that his pride won’t let him say.

~end~