dephigravity | Seven Deadly Sins: Wrath

The first installment of a series centered around the seven most sinful temptations.

Title: Don't Call Me Pretty
Pairing: Jensen/ Jared
Characters: Jared, Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angry Sex, Barebacking
Word Count: 2495
Disclaimer: If I did own them I wouldn't be on here, now would I?
Summary: Jared has opened his mouth one too many times and Jensen is determined to teach him a lesson.
Author's Notes: *Thank you so much to my wonderful beta [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], not only does she deal with my horrid amounts of errors and adverbs, but she puts up with my insanity on a daily basis. She made the glorious banner too!
* I hesitated writing barebacking (my opinions of it still remain) but this is in the confines of an established relationship and spur of the moment fight sex does not lend to pausing for lubes and a rubber. ;)

It started out as a good day. Jensen was able to sleep for an extra hour – which was awesome. He even had time to make breakfast instead of the usual cold Pop Tart he normally grabbed as he ran out the door. The day’s shoot was full of action, not that emotionally draining, dramatic shit. He just knew it was going to be a good day. When he got to the set, however, his good day came to a crashing halt.

Waiting for the crew to set up, Jensen sipped on his cup of coffee. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a giggling group of extras and smiled at them; sending them into another fit of squeals. He loved the attention he got from fans and extras, and went out of his way to make sure they felt his appreciation. He stretched, reaching over to grab the newspaper off of Sera’s chair when he caught something that sounded like. “Well Jared told me…lip…class…blow...” Not trusting his ears, he figured he’d heard them wrong. There is no way Jared would say anything about their sex life; especially not to an extra.

As the day went on, the nagging suspicion only got worse. During another break, he spotted one of the girls he’d seen earlier. She was loading up a plate from craft services when he jogged up from behind her.

“Hey there,” Jensen said as he placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned at the touch, her food almost fell to the ground when she noticed who was at her side. “Emily, right? Hi I’m Jensen.” He said as he lowered his hand in greeting.

“Uh… hi… yeah,” she sputtered out. It was actually Emma, but she was too flustered to really correct him.

“I couldn’t help but to overhear part of your conversation earlier, but I think I heard it wrong. What did Jared say about me?” He asked bluntly.

The poor girl flushed and her eyes bulged. “I, uh, umm. I didn’t say anything I swear, I haven’t even met Jared yet. Don’t hate me, it was Kimberly, she talked with him. I didn’t believe her. She’s a total tin hat…“ The girl babbled on in hysterics, making it difficult to understand her the longer she went on.

“Whoa, calm down. I’m not mad at you. Just tell me what she said. Please?”

“Don’t make me repeat that,” she pleaded into his determined green eyes. When he refused to let go of her gaze, she relented. “Okay, but I am so sorry. She, Kim I mean, said he, umm Jared, said that you had the lips of a Hoover, and gave world class blow jobs.” Emma blurted out and hung her head, too ashamed to look at him directly.

“Thank you,” Jensen said in a clipped tone, as anger overwhelmed him. He placed a hand again on her shoulder, then turned and walked away without saying anything else.

Jensen stormed across the lot as angry clouds moved in to fit his mood to perfection. Thoughts raced through his head; planning out what he was going to say to the loose-lipped son-of-a-bitch he called a boyfriend. He reached out a hand, ripped open the trailer door and stomped inside.
Jared sat playing a video game on the couch, waiting in full Sammy attire. He acknowledged Jensen’s dramatic entrance with a grunt.

“What the hell Jare?” Jensen said as he yanked the controller out of his hands.

“No clue what you are talking about, but God you’re pretty when you’re mad,” Jared grinned as he leaned backwards.

“Don’t you fucking dare call me pretty,” Jensen said; glaring as he threw the controller at the makeshift entertainment center.

“Dude, what is your problem?” Jared asked, sitting forward.

“You are my fucking problem Padalecki!” He yelled. “How could you?”

Jared stood from the couch and gave him a confused look. “You mind backing up there and explaining exactly what it is I did princess?”

“So help me God if you keep calling me that and I am gonna – “Jensen warned through clenched teeth but he didn’t finish his sentence; his freckles darkened as his face reddened. . “You know what you did. Isn’t it bad enough that you talk to Misha about our sex life, but now you are blabbering about it to the interns and extras? For God sakes Jared, use your damned head once in a while!” He screamed while his arms flailed.

“You’re pissed about that? Really?” Jared chuckled, which pissed off Jensen even more.
“It’s not a freaking joke asshole,” he growled and shoved at the center of Jared’s chest.

Jared stumbled, but recovered in an instant. He crossed his arms and said, “It was harmless fun. You know these fan girl types, I just thought it would make their day.”

“Make their day? They don’t need any more ideas for their sick little sex stories Jared!”

“They’re called slash, J2 if you want to get technical,” Jared said flippantly. He pushed past Jensen and headed to his candy cupboard. His face flushed at the empty bag he discovered and slammed the door to face Jensen again.

Jensen was infuriated. “I don’t give a flying fuck what they call it! You don’t need to encourage them any more than Kripke already does. How could you think this was a good idea? Whatever happened to us being discreet? You want paparazzi following us around twenty-four seven, hoping to get pictures of us holding hands or kissing? God, Jared, you are so damned selfish sometimes.”

“Me? Who’s the one who ate all my gummi bears?” Jared shot back, he tried to throw the bag at Jensen, but its emptiness caused it to fall to the ground instead.

“Are you serious? I am talking about us being outed to the public, and you are pissed about fucking candy?” he asked. Jensen stepped in closer, only inches separating them.

Jared glowered at Jensen. “They were imported from Germany,” he said, his anger increasing.

“Oh, well glad we cleared that up. You are denser than I thought; I don’t even know why I try with you.”

“Me neither,” Jared agreed. “It’s always, ‘Do this Jared,’ ‘I like it that way Jared.’ You never let me be me any more.”

“Then maybe we should just end this,” Jensen argued.

“Maybe we should,” Jared yelled into Jensen’s approaching face.

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

Jensen’s jaw clenched as he watched Jared’s chest heave in angry breaths. His eyes traveled up to the vein in Jared’s neck, the one that bulged whenever he was stressed or pissed. The sight of that thin blue line drove him absolutely insane. Flashes of Jared’s dick bore into his mind; skin flushed and stretched too tight, the rivers of blood engorging the thick shaft. Something in Jensen snapped then. He lunged forward, driving Jared into the cabinet, not caring about the handle digging into his flesh. Jared hissed in pain, cut off by Jensen biting at his lips.

“Ow!” Jared cried into Jensen’s mouth.

Jensen silenced him with his tongue, forcing it through Jared’s teeth. Grabbing at Jared’s wrists, he held them against the wood, not allowing him to move as he pressed against his body. He worked his tongue deeper into him, almost causing him to gag. Jensen ground his half-hard cock along Jared’s; feeling it stiffen through his jeans.

“Keep your hands down,” he ordered into Jared’s mouth as he let go; his hands falling to Jared’s hips. Jared tensed as Jensen reached for his belt, toying with the clasp. The corner of his lip rose, cunning and full of mischief. He let one hand slide down, tracing along the zipper. Squeezing like a vice, he latched onto Jared’s denim covered dick. Jared whimpered as Jensen continued to torture him. He withdrew from the kiss, tongue tasting of salt and iron, and seeing traces of crimson, as he dragged his bristled cheek across the smooth skin of Jared’s jaw. He lifted a hand to tuck a loose clump of hair behind Jared’s ear.

“I’m not gonna make this easy on you,” Jensen whispered. “Need to teach you how to keep your mouth shut.”

Jared threw his head back; it banged loudly on the cupboard door as his eyes rose to the ceiling aimless in their search. Jensen released his punishing grip on Jared’s cock and slid his hands back up toward the buckle. He paused, in a teasing motion letting Jared believe that he would free his dick from his all-to-tight pants before he moved on. Leaning in, he nipped at his earlobe as he slid his hands under Jared’s shirt and dug into his flesh drawing a whimper. Jensen’s fingers rubbed across the skin in a brutal massage, pinching the flesh of his abs without mercy. Pulling his arms back against the fabric, stretching it taut, Jensen flexed his muscles and ripped the shirt open. The movement sent buttons shooting through the air like bullets; making random clattering noises as they fell and he smirked at the sight of Jared’s tanned body.

“Jen, this shirt was– ,” Jared tried to protest but was cut off at the harsh press of Jensen’s finger.

“Shut up Jared, I don’t care.”

His hands slid up Jared’s chest stopping just under his pecs as he drew his stubble back from Jared’s ear and moved towards his lips. He paused, capturing a stray drop of blood from Jared’s mouth with a flick of his tongue. He rubbed his thumbs over the firm nipples making Jared moan as he pinched the over-sensitive skin. He smirked in satisfaction, with his knowledge of Jared’s kinks, he was positive that he could get him off with just a few minutes of nipple play. Maybe later. Jared whined when Jensen released them, blood flowing back in, sending waves of both pleasure and pain through him.

Jensen slid his hands along Jared’s ribs, locking on just under his arms. He gripped and swung him around to the table, forcing out a rush of air from Jared at the unexpected motion. Jensen quickly undid the clasp and whipped out the leather belt. After releasing the buttoned fly, he shoved both jeans and boxers to Jared’s ankles. He turned Jared again; forcing him to stare ahead as he stepped out of his own clothes.

“Lean forward,” Jensen demanded.

Jared bent, placing his hands on the table’s edge as Jensen gripped the back of his neck and pushed him down to the cool surface. Jared’s height made things difficult, his ass and stomach stood too high. Wrapping his hands around Jared’s thighs, Jensen pulled with a sudden jerk causing Jared to collapse with a smack of sweat-beaded skin hitting the chilled tabletop. Jensen lifted his finger, sucking it into his mouth and reached down with the other hand, pulling at the muscled ass below. Jared was shaking nervously as Jensen pried apart his cheeks, revealing the dark puckered opening. Without warning, Jensen shoved the spit soaked finger into Jared with bruising force.

“Fuck!” Jared screamed.

Feeling inside Jared, he pushed harder until he squirmed, letting Jensen know he had hit the spot. He brushed his finger against it several times, making Jared shiver and gasp in barely recognizable noises. Jensen pulled his finger back, only to shove in again and again. He watched as Jared’s hole spasmed around it. He pulled out, leaving Jared panting on the table. He lifted his hand to spit again and then rubbed it onto his dripping cock.

Jensen placed his hand on Jared’s back in a sign of reassurance when he noticed his attempts to stand after the realization of what he was doing had sunk in.

“Jen?” Jared asked, voice faltering.

“Shhh…”

Jared’s body relaxed as Jensen rubbed his hand down to his ass. Spitting again, Jensen brought his cock forward and teased Jared’s hole. He held the base as he rubbed the head over the entrance. Lined up now, he gripped Jared’s hip and shoved forward. Jared screamed at the friction as Jensen pushed harder, trying to get the head inside.

This would go a lot easier with lube, Jensen thought; but there was no way he was going to run to the bedroom to get it now.

The head slipped in. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jared cursed, bringing his arm up to bite into.
Jensen waited a few seconds and spit again. He inched in slower this time, noticing Jared’s white knuckles clenched into fists as he acclimated to the burn from stretching him open.

“Fuck Jen, just put the damn thing in already,” Jared cried out. “Shit! This fucking hurts.”
Jensen obliged, ramming his cock in to the hilt. He grabbed Jared’s other hip as Jared yelled once again. Jensen didn’t wait for him to get used to his dick, instead he started pounding mercilessly while the sound of slapping flesh filled the small trailer.

Jared moaned, shaking his head at the mixture of pain and pleasure coming from Jensen’s cock as it grazed over his prostate. Jared’s dick slapped at the underside of the table and his balls swayed as Jensen continued his onslaught.

Jensen could feel that tugging behind his belly, the familiar tightening of his balls as his orgasm approached. He reached out and snagged Jared’s hair, tugging back.
“My name-“

“What?” Jared asked, startled.

“Wanna hear you say it.” Jensen said. He tugged again, demanding obedience on Jared’s part.
Jensen was almost there, it took all his willpower to hold on as he waited for Jared to scream his name. . He felt Jared tighten his body, felt him squeeze at his cock with his muscles. Jared was being stubborn, but Jensen wasn’t going to give him anything until he heard it. He slammed into Jared over and over as he dug his nails deep into Jared’s sides.

“Jensen!” Jared’s face contorted as he reached his breaking point.

Jensen released, splashing hot come inside Jared, filling him. Jared reached down to finish himself off and had just started to yank when there was a loud pounding at the door.

“Jay, they need you on set. What seems to be the hold up?” Clif grunted.

“Be right there.” Jared called out. He tried to beat faster but his hand was pulled away.
“Dude, what the…?” Jared whined.

“Put your clothes on, but not the underwear. “ Jensen instructed as he pulled out. “And don’t clean up,” he added as an afterthought.

“You’re serious? You just fucked me raw. I have jizz dripping out my ass, and you want me to go to work with blue balls?”

Jensen backed away, pulling on his jeans. “If you ever want to try this with me, you will,” he said nonchalantly while he fastened his belt.

Jared stared at him in wonder as Jensen winked back at him.
Clif banged again.

“I’m coming!” Jared yelled as he stood.

“Not yet,” Jensen teased, earning him a death-glare in response.

SLOTH, LUST

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