Fic/RPS: The Only Thing We Have to Fear (Jared/Jensen) R

Happy birthday, miss_begonia! Sorry it’s a day late, baby! Remember how I said I’d write you a fic and you asked for one where the boys totally get it on in one of the Supernatural sets? No? Maybe because it was MONTHS ago? Well, I may not deliver in a timely fashion, but I do eventually deliver. :) Hope you had a great day and that this is what you had in mind!

Title: The Only Thing We Have to Fear
Author: Tiana
Characters: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R for language and sexy stuff
Length: 1,567 words
Summary: Inspired by Jensen’s story at the Paley Festival. He takes a shortcut through the mental hospital from Asylum. It’s CREEPY. And then Jared shows up.
Disclaimer: I have no connection to, control of or ability to even suggest to these boys that they do these things.
Author’s Note: Written for the lovely and super talented miss_begonia on the occasion of her birthday! *cough Yesterday! cough*





Be a fucking man, Jensen. It’s just creepy because it’s kinda dark and deserted and yeah, there were crazy people here once and you’re totally alone and...fuck. Not helping.

Jensen walked a little faster, since the hallway was doing some kind of funhouse thing where it got longer and longer and darker and did he mention longer?

He resisted the urge to keep checking over his shoulder, instead jabbing his hands into his pockets, ducking his head and walking. Fast. Not running. Because that would just be -

Jensen choked back what would have been an incredibly high-pitched scream when a large hand grabbed his arm and yanked him nearly off his feet.

Okay, he didn’t choke back all of it. Evidenced by a bent over Jared, laughing his big stupid ass off about it.

“Holy shit, Jensen, you screamed like a motherfucking girl.” He chortled with glee, but Jensen was too busy noticing how he wasn’t letting go of his arm.

Taking several deep breaths, Jensen managed to shove his heart from halfway up his throat to somewhere closer to where it belonged and glare at Jared. “What the hell’s wrong with you, man?” Jensen tried to sound pissed off, but he knew he fell short. It was Jared, after all. He glanced around the empty exam room Jared was in. Not nearly as messy and disturbing as the sets they had been using that morning, but still. Creepy. The theme of the day, it seemed.

Jared chewed on his bottom lip, a stray chuckle escaping as he straightened up and tugged Jensen out of the doorway and into the room. He was still grinning when he answered. “Just wanted to see what you’d do, dude. This whole day has been freaking weird, right? This place?”

Jensen nodded, giving Jared’s fingers wrapped tightly around Jensen’s arm a pointed look. Which apparently told Jared to use his other hand to grab Jensen’s other arm, and that was not the look Jensen had been going for. Not intentionally, at least.

Okay, maybe a little.

Point being, Jared had a good hold on Jensen now and it was making things in Jensen’s brain go a tiny bit haywire.

He laughed nervously. “Uh, Jared? What...are you doing?” This was over between them. Jensen was sure of it. He had been there when Jared said he didn’t think they should get involved. Of course, Jared had made that declaration the morning after he’d fucked Jensen senseless and Jensen was still burning a bit from that. Nobody got on the Jensen Express and then just hopped off without permission.

Not even Jared.

Except that he totally did.

Jensen jerked his arms, satisfied when Jared’s hands dropped and his look changed from amused to slightly abashed.

“Look. Jensen. I - I wanted to talk to you.”

Jensen closed the door behind him, leaned against it, arms crossed on his chest. He wasn’t scared anymore. Not by the asylum, at least. The emotion in his chest was elusive and trying to pin it down only made his cheeks flame and his breath catch in a slightly painful way. He elected to answer Jared with a look.

Jared looked at Jensen and then away again, studying the cracked tile with both his eyes and the scuffed toe of his shoe. “So. I’m pretty much an idiot.”

Jared quirked a little smile, and there was that dimple that Jensen wanted to lick. He bit his own tongue, hard, to stop from doing just that.

“And? Something I was not aware of?” Jensen lifted his eyebrows. Yeah, he was being a bit of a dick, but come on. Jared ditched him before they even really got started. Before they had a night that wasn’t fueled by lust and Jagermeister. Before Jensen got to lick that fucking dimple, for Christ’s sake.

Jared blew a breath out, ruffling the hair hanging on his forehead. He gestured with one hand in the air, as he continued. “See. What I said to you...that morning? I was - I wasn’t -“

Jensen shook his head, reached behind himself for the doorknob. “Just don’t, Jared. You made it perfectly clear at the time how you felt. It’s fine. It’s - whatever.” Jensen blinked his eyes a couple times, royally pissed at himself for feeling this feeling all over again. This rejection, this denial of what he wanted. He didn’t like it. Hell, he wasn’t used to it.

Jared grabbed Jensen’s hand, yanked it off the doorknob. Jensen pursed his lips, feeling Jared’s slightly sweaty palm and his long fingers tangle in his own.

“I didn’t mean it. I didn’t - I was fucking terrified, Jensen.” Jared dropped Jensen’s hand, rubbed his hand over his mouth. “Fuck, I am not doing a good job at this. I wasn’t planning on this today, but I just saw you wander off at lunch and I... followed you and I thought this would be a good chance to talk to you, right? And well, then I decided it would be funny to scare you and yeah, I’m sure I’m doing a good job at that right now with all this ridiculous rambling. But the fact is, Jensen, I can’t stop thinking about you and that night and what a goddamn moron I was to run away and -“

Jared took a breath, which was a good thing, since Jensen’s mouth was on his, and breathing had just become so much less possible. Jensen put both his hands on Jared’s face and kissed for all he was worth, in case he had heard Jared wrong and boy, was this going to be a bad idea if he had. His tongue met Jared’s and Jared was certainly participating, so maybe Jensen heard him just fine.

And Jared’s hand was on Jensen’s ass, fingers clenching and Jared was stepping forward, forcing Jensen back back back until he slammed into the closed door, hips and head bouncing off the metal. The entire length and heat of Jared pressed against him attempted to short circuit all of Jensen’s higher brain functions, which was cool, since he figured he hardly needed those at this exact moment.

The kiss finally broke, the sound of them both gasping for air echoing in the cool, metallic room. Broken sunlight came in through wired windows, and the smell of disinfectant still tickled Jensen’s nose.

“Jared?”

Jared was kissing Jensen’s cheekbone, now his temple and oh fuck, just below his ear. “Yeah, Jensen?”

“Do you mean -“ God, could I be more of the chick in this whatever the fuck it is? “- you want to ... y’know? Date or something?”

Jared straightened, looked down at Jensen with suddenly serious eyes, with half a soft smile on his face. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s what I meant. Though I was going to try to be about half as girly as you about it, dude.”

Jensen managed to land one punch into Jared’s very ohmygod solid midsection before Jared had him pinned back against the door, the breath right out of him.

Jared’s voice was deep, and very close. “What do you say?”

He shrugged, looking up at Jared. “Guess so.”

Jared’s eyes widened, taking in the undisguised amusement in Jensen’s eyes. And then Jensen lost track a little because Jared was suddenly on his knees and Jensen’s pants were suddenly open and Jesus fuck, his cock was very suddenly in Jared’s mouth.

“Jesus." Jensen pushed the back of his head against the door, fingers digging into Jared’s shoulder.

The warm, wet heat left his cock long enough for Jared to look up at him, eyes filled with heat and amusement. “You guess so?”

And then, there was hot, slick heaven sliding back over his cock and Jensen’s eyes rolled back in his head. Words slid back down his throat, unwilling or unable to actually formulate and be spoken. The best he could manage was somewhere between a grunt and a moan, possibly with a little bit of a purr thrown in.

Apparently, that wasn’t quite good enough for Jared. Because his mouth was gone again.

“What was that, Jensen? I didn’t quite catch it...” Teasing licks to the head of his cock and air blown over the wet skin enough to make Jensen’s knees shake, literally shake, and Jared wanted words. Asshole.

Jensen swallowed, fingers convulsing in the fabric of Jared’s jacket, eyes hard on Jared’s. He could see Jared react to his expression, see his mouth fall open slightly, his eyes dilate dark and intense.

His tongue ran smooth across his bottom lip, leaving it slick and glistening before Jensen answered. “Yes. Goddamn, Jared. Yes, okay?”

Jared smiled, teeth and all, and Jensen saw that dimple again and oh fuck. He could do nothing but smile back.

Jensen slowly forgot everything in the next ten minutes. The long, dark hallway. The creaking sounds he never quite identified. The way the place smelled like a hospital, which he never, ever liked. He couldn’t remember being creeped out when he had Jared holding him against the wall, his dirty little mouth sending wave after wave of bone-rattling orgasm through him.

And okay, maybe it was still a little bit creepy the way it motherfucking echoed in this place when he yelled Jared’s name.

Be that as it may, it didn’t stop Jensen from doing it three or four more times before the lunch break ended.



Thanks for reading and *kisses* miss_b!