beanside | Fic: The Light You Breathe

Title:The Light You Breathe
Author:

beanside
Rating: NC-17 (mild D/s, spanking)
Disclaimer: This never happened. I swear.
A/N: Just for

keepaofthecheez I offer Jealous!Jared.

Jensen had barely shut the door to his apartment when Jared rounded on him. “Jesus, Jen. Could you be any more obvious?”

“Obvious? What the hell?” Jensen’s brow furrowed.

“A bit of a night? You were flirting with Jeff! During an interview!”

“Was not!” Jensen protested weakly. “I was being perfectly professional.”

“Mmm…Telling everybody how much fun your have with him, that you’d visit him in Hawaii. Why not just tell them that you could share a suite?” Jared growled.

“Why are you all pissy about this? We were kidding around! We do it all the time!”

“First off, I’m not pissy. I’m pissed,” Jared growled. “And yeah, I saw that. Last night. Jesus, you were all over him!” He’d spent most of the night watching the way Jensen flirted with Jeff, constantly touching him, laughing at his jokes. It hadn’t been overtly sexual, but there was something about it that made Jared’s skin feel about three sizes too small for his body.

“We’re not talking about this again,” Jensen shook his head. “Cute as this is, I’m going to go shower. Now cool down and stop being such a little bitch.”

It was the smile on the word bitch that did it, Jared decided. Before he even realized he was going to move, his palms slammed into the plaster on either side of Jensen’s head, caging him. “Yeah, Jen. We are talking about this again. I thought we had an understanding. I told you it made me jealous, you said you’d stop.”

“Yeah,” Jensen said belligerently. “And?”

“Today? That wasn’t stopping,” Jared said. “You were practically on his lap!”

Jensen tilted his head up, and Jared’s stomach tightened at Jensen’s wide pupils. “Screw you, Padalecki,” he muttered, breathing just a shade too fast.

“Not today,” Jared purred. “You know what I think? I think you were trying to piss me off.”

“Don’t be an idiot, Jay.” Jensen reached up to push him back, and that fast, Jared moved, gripping Jensen’s wrists in one hand and shoving them above his head, against the wall.

Jensen shivered, breath hissing out on something approaching a whimper.

Jared felt his lips curl in a nasty little smile. His eyes fell on the table next to the door, and Jensen's hairbrush laying there. Vain bastard. Without even stretching, he reached over and grabbed it, fingers playing over the glossy wood.

"Jared?" Jensen asked, voice a few octaves higher than normal.

Jared didn't answer, just slid the handle into his pocket and reached for Jensen's belt buckle.

"What the fuck are you-" Jensen's voice broke as Jared's hand slid over the fly of his jeans.

Jared cupped Jensen, not too surprised to find him hard and ready. "Sick bastard," he purred. Jensen's belt slid free from his jeans with a slick hiss of leather, and he doubled it in his hand, trailing it up Jensen's shirt. "You'd like it if I used this, wouldn't you?"

Jensen shook his head, eyes downcast. A pretty flush brightened his cheeks, made the freckles stand out even more.

Jared let the belt slap against Jensen's stomach. "Liar," he said mildly. His hand trailed up, leather sliding under Jensen's chin, stroking along those cheekbones. "I know what you want, baby. Gonna give it to you."

Jensen gasped, cheek tilting into the touch, nuzzling against the leather. "Jare-"

Jared slid his hand back under Jensen's chin, pressing it up. "I didn't tell you to talk," he said, voice low. "That's going to be another five strokes. Plus the ten for trying to make me jealous. You want to go for twenty?"

For a moment Jared thought he'd pushed Jensen too hard. Jensen's lips tightened and rebellion sparked in his eyes.

Jared's fingers curled loosely around Jensen's throat, not tightening, just a steady weight.

Jensen shuddered, eyes closing. After a long few minutes, he relaxed, cheek nuzzling into the leather of the belt.

Smiling, Jared loosened his grip on Jensen's throat, dragging the belt up along Jensen's face, over his lips. Jensen practically purred, tongue darting out to taste the leather, to tease over Jared's knuckles, slithering between his fingers to lap at the belt again. "Much better, baby." Jared let Jensen's arms go, instead looping the belt around his throat and pulling it tight.

"Oh," Jensen breathed, eyes widening. "Oh fuck, Jare. I'm going-"

"You don't want to do that," Jared advised, voice hard.

Jensen's hand slid down to his crotch, pressing hard, and Jared smiled his approval. When Jensen had himself under control, he nudged Jensen off the wall, pulling him over to the tasteful sofa that dominated the living room.

Stepping away from Jensen, Jared settled in the center. "Strip," he ordered. "Make it good, and maybe I'll knock off a couple of strokes."

Jensen nodded, reaching for the belt around his throat.

"Leave that."

The shirt went first, sliding to the floor in a heap with one graceless shrug of Jensen's broad shoulders. The jeans were slower, hitching on narrow hips, and forcing Jensen to do a kind of shimmy to get them down. Finally, though, he stood there naked, cock standing out hard and blood-darkened, already glistening with precome.

Smiling lazily, Jared reached up, snagging the trailing end of the belt and tugged. "Knees," he said firmly.

Jensen folded without complaint, going to his knees, head tilted down, and Jared's jeans seemed to shrink two sizes. This was Jensen, his Jensen, who worked hard, played harder, and never met a fight he would back down from, on his knees, waiting for Jared to administer whatever punishment he saw fit.

"Safeword," Jared ordered.

"Um. Wendigo," Jensen blurted.

"Mm." Jared pulled out the brush, settling it on the sofa next to him. "Over my knees, ass in the air." When Jensen hesitated, Jared gave a tug to the belt.

Before he knew it, his lap was filled with Jensen, sprawling across Jared's legs. Jared grabbed the belt and slid it under his thigh so that Jensen was held in place. His hands slid down Jensen's back, stroking over soft skin, tracing the freckles that littered their way over Jensen's spine. "So gorgeous."

Jensen shook his head, ducking.

Jared's hand slapped down on his ass hard, enjoying the intake of breath, the way Jensen tensed. "Don't argue with me. I was going to do lucky thirteen, but now you're getting twenty, and you're going to count them off, and thank me for every. Single. One." He punctuated the words with quick open handed slaps. "Do you understand?"

"Y-yes," Jensen said, voice a bare thread.

"Yes, what?" Jared asked.

"Yes sir?" Jensen arched back as Jared's hand soothed down his spine

"That's more like it," Jared purred. "Now remember, if you miss one, we're starting over."

Without any more warning, his hand came down hard on Jensen's ass. Jensen jumped, breath hissing out, then shuddered. "One, thank you sir."

"So good," Jared crooned, quickly landing several more slaps, listening to Jensen whimper out the count. He'd never thought that this would appeal to him. Now, with Jensen's ass turning a beautiful shade of red and Jen's cock rubbing against his thigh, leaving wet trails on his jeans, Jared was wondering why it had taken him so long.

They reached fifteen before Jared scooped up the hairbrush, bringing it down on Jensen's ass with a sharp slap.

Jensen tensed, pulling up against the belt, and his thighs shook. "Sixteen, th-thank you, sir," he gasped.

"God, you're gorgeous like this, baby. All helpless and needy. So good, Jen," Jared purred, pressing his fingers into the reddened skin, Jensen's whimper like music to his ears. "You're doing so well. Going to fuck you when I'm done, just hold onto your leash and fuck you so hard."

"Yeah, god, please," Jensen groaned.

Jared quickly administered another three strokes while Jensen shivered and squirmed, making constant little noises that went right to Jared's cock. "Last one," Jared murmured, dropping the brush and using his hand for one quick stinging slap.

"Twenty, thank you sir, pleasefuckme, god, please Jared," Jensen moaned.

Jared slid the belt out from under his thigh. "On your knees, over the arm of the sofa," he ordered, thankful that the arms were the wide, padded kind.

Jensen moved slowly, his coordination shot, but finally arranged himself the way Jared wanted him.

"Don't move." Jared stood, stripping his shirt off as he went into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of olive oil off the stove. It was the work of a minute to slick up his cock, the oil warming on Jared's skin. Jensen hadn't moved at all, just knelt there with the leather strap trailing down his spine.

Jared slid in behind him, stroking over the red skin, petting as Jensen pressed back into his touch. "You did so good, baby. Gonna give you what you want now." He slid a slick finger down, pressing lightly against Jensen's entrance.

"Don't need to stretch me," Jensen moaned. "Just slick me up and go for it."

Jared didn't bother to argue, just pressed two fingers inside, making sure that Jensen was thoroughly lubed up. Jensen's hips bucked as he pressed against him, easing inside with one slow thrust.

"God," Jensen gasped. "God, so big, burns so good."

Locked in Jensen's tight heat, Jared couldn't quite find the words to answer. He felt like he was dying, couldn't breathe, couldn't think. The world had narrowed down to the pressure in his balls, and Jensen's perfect ass pressing against his hips.

Jensen pressed back, arching, begging in a thready, shot voice. "Please, hard, need to feel you."

It would take a stronger man than him to deny that one, Jared thought. He grabbed the belt and started to move, slowly at first, building until his hips were slapping into already sore skin, Jensen writhing beneath him, arching and sobbing. He wasn't going to last long.

Jared reached around, grabbing Jensen's cock, and purring. "God, so hard. C'mon, Jen, come for me."

With a choked cry, Jensen tightened still more around him, jerking and shaking as warmth spilled over Jared's hand.

It was too much. Jared drove in one last time, stiffening, and tugging on the belt to pull Jensen harder against him as the pleasure tightened until it shattered, almost painful in its intensity. He fell forward, teeth finding Jensen's shoulderblade, marking him. Branding him.

"Mine," Jared growled.

Jensen whimpered, arching back. "Yours," he agreed, voice dreamy, soft.

Jared knelt back, pulling Jensen onto his lap. "You okay?"

Jensen smiled tiredly at him. "'m great. Faboo."

"Let's get this off," Jared murmured, loosening the belt. "I should get you a collar," he mused. "Nice black leather."

"C' n I get you one?" Jensen asked.

A smile touched Jared's lips as he imagined being at Jensen's mercy, submitting to him. "Yeah, I think we could do that."

"Am I forgiven for trying to make you jealous?"

"Mm, I don't know. Gonna do it again?" Jared teased.

Jensen's lips curled in a smirk. "Count on it."