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spn_springflingTitle: Drought
Pairing: J2
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, alpha/alpha pairing, gender stereotypes, bigotry
Unfair, Jared thinks.
His boyfriend, Jensen, is out in a field, leaning against a fence, ignoring him.
The fence marks the boundary of the Ackles family property line, and it’s where green and manicured ends and dry and dusty begins. Everything on the sprawling ranch is lush and well-watered and tidy. Not a green stem or exotic flower wilting or out of place.
Nobody seems to have briefed Jensen’s father about water conservation.
Jensen is standing out there, broad shoulders hunched, forearms resting along the rough, white fence boards. Dark blond head cocked down and still. His face is turned away from the pool house, the main house, from everything. He’s set his gaze as far away from Jared as it can reach.
It’s unfair, Jared thinks again. If anyone should be pouting, it should be him.
Jared waits a moment, and then slides open the glass door of the pool house and steps out. The warm, stamped cement of the pool deck soon gives way to cool lawn and the blades tickle Jared’s bare feet as he strides on long limbs toward his boyfriend.
Because it doesn’t matter who is in the wrong. Jared’s never been too proud to make the first overture.
“Hey,” he says when he closes in on Jensen and his heart pinches a little when his boyfriend doesn’t turn around.
“Hi.”
“You okay?” It really should be Jensen asking this question.
Jensen shrugs and Jared swallows down his ire. He’s a happy-go-lucky person, usually slow to anger.
But he’s been made to feel incredibly dirty and small these past several hours.
“I guess I shouldn’t have bothered to dress up,” Jared says lightly, tugging his tie away from his shirt. He’s removed shoes and socks in deference to the heat, but nothing else. When Jensen had invited him home to Sunday dinner, Jared had agonized over shirt and suit combinations, his meagre wardrobe culled and scrutinized. Jared had wanted to make the best first impression.
Jared had been terribly naïve.
Jensen shrugs again. He still hasn’t turned around and Jared feels his cheeks flushing hot with anger.
“So, I guess your parents hate me. And think I’m some kind of freak.” To hell with making the first conciliatory approach. Jensen isn’t giving him anything. Not reassurance, not comfort. Jared’s not afraid of provoking a fight.
But the thought that Jensen might not feel he’s even worth an argument twists Jared’s heart further.
“They don’t approve,” Jensen says shortly. He’s staring out at the parched earth beyond the fence, elm trees with shriveled leaves, the dry creek bed running between the oaks.
“Because I’m alpha.” Jared’s used to looks and jokes, some subtle public hostility. It’s all easier to deal with when Jensen’s standing by his side.
But Jensen just sat through a painfully long formal dinner with his parents and said nothing. He said nothing in defense of their relationship. He said nothing in defense of Jared. He let his father crush Jared like an ugly bug under his boot.
“Because we’re both alpha,” Jensen confirms. His voice is low and emotionless.
“Well, who cares what they think?” Jared replies. He wants to reach out and touch Jensen. He wants to swing his arm around his boyfriend’s tense shoulders and press warmth and love into his big frame. He wants to reach out but Jensen’s shoulders are screaming don’t touch.
“I care,” Jensen says, voice clipped and curt.
Jared flounders for a bit, hovering a few feet from Jensen, unsure what to say. He wants to fight for their relationship; he wants to fight for Jensen.
But Jensen has to want to fight for it too.
“It’s strange to them,” Jensen blurts. “They’re traditional. The two of us together…to them it don’t make sense.”
Jared notices that what Jensen doesn’t say is how it didn’t make sense to him either, not at first. He was raised by an alpha and omega, a traditional pairing, and he hadn’t been ready initially to see Jared as a potential partner. Jared, raised by two betas, was a bit more of a free thinker. But it had been strange, the undeniable attraction, the temptation, the desire.
Alphas almost always pair with betas or omegas. Alphas very rarely pair with each other.
“Do you not want to be together anymore?” Jared asks, voice small. It’s difficult to voice the words. Jared is normally ever ready with an opinion or a joke, loud and honest and prepared for people to love him for that alone.
He feels terribly unloved in this moment.
“I don’t think my parents want me to bring you around again,” Jensen says slowly. He turns around and Jared can see that his boyfriend’s expressive green eyes are red-rimmed and bleak.
“I doubt that,” Jared jokes, although he’s annoyed that Jensen is avoiding the question. “After all, they’re letting us stay in the pool house.”
“I think they felt uncomfortable having us stay in the main house,” Jensen says. But then he smiles a tiny bit and says, “Too bad. Was planning on how I could sneak you out of the guest room and into my twin bed.”
“You don’t have to,” Jared says, reaching out. But Jensen sidesteps his grasp.
“Maybe we should take a break,” Jensen mutters. And Jared explodes in fury.
“Why?! Because I’m not an omega? Because I can’t get your dick wet for you? Is that what matters to you? A bitch with a wet hole?”
“You shouldn’t say that,” Jensen growls and Jared flushes as he remembers. Jensen’s two best friends are omegas. And Jared’s been with Jensen to gender equality marches and rallies. He’s signed petitions.
The fact that his prejudice is floating so close to the surface makes Jared ashamed.
“My momma is an omega,” Jensen says and Jared thinks of that petite, graceful woman, floating from dining table to kitchen, never voicing an opinion, barely making a sound.
“That’s what you want, huh?” Jared says. Because he can’t change who he is. He’s big and loud and he’s an alpha. He’s got a knot and he and Jensen have suffered through ruts together, sweating side by side on the sheets, both repelled and attracted to the scent of each other’s sexual desperation.
It was enough. It may not have been the relationship Jared’s seen in movies and read about in books, but it was enough for him.
He’s going to lose Jensen. The thought makes him sick.
“Whatever you want,” he whispers and he realizes it true. He’ll do whatever Jensen wants, whatever will make him happiest. He won’t fight for their relationship if Jensen’s not fighting beside him.
Jared takes one long look at his boyfriend. The shape of his face, the line of his brows. Those clear, green eyes. Every inch beloved and wanted.
As Jared turns to trudge back to the pool house, a light rain begins to fall. It’s warm, almost blood-warm, as it drops lightly from the darkening sky, and Jared shivers a bit as the water cools his flushed skin, heated from his grief and his shame.
“Jared!” Jensen cries and Jared turns to see his boyfriend loping through the rain and across the lawn. He’s caught up in a damp embrace and squeezed hard, Jensen wrapping his arms tight and holding on with everything he’s got.
“I want you,” Jensen says simply.
Thank God, Jared thinks. Then he presses his mouth against Jensen’s and kisses him desperately.
Jensen hooks Jared’s foot and he’s tumbling down onto the wet grass. There’s a lingering tightness to his fine boned face—pain and sadness—but then he rolls his shoulders and dances a bit in the sodden grass. A challenge. Is Jared alpha enough to take him down?
Jared grins and flares his nostrils, taking in all the scents. Wet earth and ozone. Sweat and arousal of alpha. Challenge. Jared flips to his feet and rushes his boyfriend, arms wide.
Perhaps it’s perverse, Jared doesn’t know. Two alphas fighting for the right to mate…with each other. There’s no prize to be won between them. Only their own desire to be the best, to offer themselves as recompense.
The slickness of the rain water makes their grappling difficult. Jared stumbles on slippery grass, his hands sliding off Jensen’s wet forearm. Jensen moves in again to sweep Jared’s leg, but tumbles back on his ass. Jared collapses on top of him and they roll across the lawn, hands grappling, snarls issuing from their lips.
Jared knows he’s going to lose. He’s taller, more muscular, but Jensen’s the craftier fighter. He’s older too, and Jared can already feel his own strikes becoming weaker, more languid. But even more, he doesn’t want to win. He never has. There may be something inside him, something instinctual, which causes him to bite and scratch in aggression. But in his heart, he never wants to come out on top. He arches his back and bares his neck, smiling as he hears Jensen’s aroused growl.
“Mine,” Jensen snarls and he’s pinning Jared to the ground, rainwater dripping off the strands of his hair and onto Jared’s face.
“Always,” Jared agrees breathlessly, because he’s never been afraid to put that out there. He wants forever. As long as Jensen will have him.
Jensen bares his teeth and then he’s licking and biting lightly at Jared’s neck, sending shivers down Jared’s spine. It’s neither hard nor punishing. Jared has submitted.
This moment, when he’s submissive and quiet beneath his boyfriend, is the only time Jared thinks he might have been born in the wrong body.
“Present for me,” Jensen growls and Jared eagerly flips himself over. His dress pants are a sorry sight, but he shoves them down and off his legs and into the wet grass. He spreads his legs and lifts his hips.
“All yours,” Jared whispers and groans when he feels Jensen cover his back, draping himself in ownership over Jared’s larger body. He’s rutting his bared cock a bit mindlessly against the cheeks of Jared’s ass, his own dress pants rubbing irritatingly against Jared’s naked legs.
“Don’t have anything out here,” Jensen mutters and he’s reaching around to grasp Jared’s dick in his fist. Jared moans and spreads wider. He can feel a throbbing in his gut. He wants his boyfriend inside him.
“I trust you. Go ahead.”
“Not gonna hurt you, Jay.”
Jared groans again but he knows it makes sense. The rain makes it easy for Jensen to slip-slide between the cheeks of Jared’ ass, to grip and stroke the younger man’s cock. They move together, fast and desperate, as the rain falls in steady, warm sheets.
Jared comes first and Jensen shortly after, collapsing on his boyfriends back and bearing him down into the sodden grass. They lie there, panting, soaked to the bone.
“I love you,” Jensen whispers after he rouses. Jared can count on one finger the number of times he’s heard those words uttered. He holds each occurrence close to his heart, relives it daily in his memory.
Those words aren’t cheap and thoughtlessly said.
“I love you, too,” Jared responds. Soon they’ll have to get up, clean up. Pack to leave. Endure the stiff goodbyes and disapproving looks. Jared’s not the only one whose been made to feel small and dirty.
But for the moment, Jared can lie beneath his love, feel their hearts beat in sync, and let the rain wash everything else away.
Pairing: J2
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, alpha/alpha pairing, gender stereotypes, bigotry
Unfair, Jared thinks.
His boyfriend, Jensen, is out in a field, leaning against a fence, ignoring him.
The fence marks the boundary of the Ackles family property line, and it’s where green and manicured ends and dry and dusty begins. Everything on the sprawling ranch is lush and well-watered and tidy. Not a green stem or exotic flower wilting or out of place.
Nobody seems to have briefed Jensen’s father about water conservation.
Jensen is standing out there, broad shoulders hunched, forearms resting along the rough, white fence boards. Dark blond head cocked down and still. His face is turned away from the pool house, the main house, from everything. He’s set his gaze as far away from Jared as it can reach.
It’s unfair, Jared thinks again. If anyone should be pouting, it should be him.
Jared waits a moment, and then slides open the glass door of the pool house and steps out. The warm, stamped cement of the pool deck soon gives way to cool lawn and the blades tickle Jared’s bare feet as he strides on long limbs toward his boyfriend.
Because it doesn’t matter who is in the wrong. Jared’s never been too proud to make the first overture.
“Hey,” he says when he closes in on Jensen and his heart pinches a little when his boyfriend doesn’t turn around.
“Hi.”
“You okay?” It really should be Jensen asking this question.
Jensen shrugs and Jared swallows down his ire. He’s a happy-go-lucky person, usually slow to anger.
But he’s been made to feel incredibly dirty and small these past several hours.
“I guess I shouldn’t have bothered to dress up,” Jared says lightly, tugging his tie away from his shirt. He’s removed shoes and socks in deference to the heat, but nothing else. When Jensen had invited him home to Sunday dinner, Jared had agonized over shirt and suit combinations, his meagre wardrobe culled and scrutinized. Jared had wanted to make the best first impression.
Jared had been terribly naïve.
Jensen shrugs again. He still hasn’t turned around and Jared feels his cheeks flushing hot with anger.
“So, I guess your parents hate me. And think I’m some kind of freak.” To hell with making the first conciliatory approach. Jensen isn’t giving him anything. Not reassurance, not comfort. Jared’s not afraid of provoking a fight.
But the thought that Jensen might not feel he’s even worth an argument twists Jared’s heart further.
“They don’t approve,” Jensen says shortly. He’s staring out at the parched earth beyond the fence, elm trees with shriveled leaves, the dry creek bed running between the oaks.
“Because I’m alpha.” Jared’s used to looks and jokes, some subtle public hostility. It’s all easier to deal with when Jensen’s standing by his side.
But Jensen just sat through a painfully long formal dinner with his parents and said nothing. He said nothing in defense of their relationship. He said nothing in defense of Jared. He let his father crush Jared like an ugly bug under his boot.
“Because we’re both alpha,” Jensen confirms. His voice is low and emotionless.
“Well, who cares what they think?” Jared replies. He wants to reach out and touch Jensen. He wants to swing his arm around his boyfriend’s tense shoulders and press warmth and love into his big frame. He wants to reach out but Jensen’s shoulders are screaming don’t touch.
“I care,” Jensen says, voice clipped and curt.
Jared flounders for a bit, hovering a few feet from Jensen, unsure what to say. He wants to fight for their relationship; he wants to fight for Jensen.
But Jensen has to want to fight for it too.
“It’s strange to them,” Jensen blurts. “They’re traditional. The two of us together…to them it don’t make sense.”
Jared notices that what Jensen doesn’t say is how it didn’t make sense to him either, not at first. He was raised by an alpha and omega, a traditional pairing, and he hadn’t been ready initially to see Jared as a potential partner. Jared, raised by two betas, was a bit more of a free thinker. But it had been strange, the undeniable attraction, the temptation, the desire.
Alphas almost always pair with betas or omegas. Alphas very rarely pair with each other.
“Do you not want to be together anymore?” Jared asks, voice small. It’s difficult to voice the words. Jared is normally ever ready with an opinion or a joke, loud and honest and prepared for people to love him for that alone.
He feels terribly unloved in this moment.
“I don’t think my parents want me to bring you around again,” Jensen says slowly. He turns around and Jared can see that his boyfriend’s expressive green eyes are red-rimmed and bleak.
“I doubt that,” Jared jokes, although he’s annoyed that Jensen is avoiding the question. “After all, they’re letting us stay in the pool house.”
“I think they felt uncomfortable having us stay in the main house,” Jensen says. But then he smiles a tiny bit and says, “Too bad. Was planning on how I could sneak you out of the guest room and into my twin bed.”
“You don’t have to,” Jared says, reaching out. But Jensen sidesteps his grasp.
“Maybe we should take a break,” Jensen mutters. And Jared explodes in fury.
“Why?! Because I’m not an omega? Because I can’t get your dick wet for you? Is that what matters to you? A bitch with a wet hole?”
“You shouldn’t say that,” Jensen growls and Jared flushes as he remembers. Jensen’s two best friends are omegas. And Jared’s been with Jensen to gender equality marches and rallies. He’s signed petitions.
The fact that his prejudice is floating so close to the surface makes Jared ashamed.
“My momma is an omega,” Jensen says and Jared thinks of that petite, graceful woman, floating from dining table to kitchen, never voicing an opinion, barely making a sound.
“That’s what you want, huh?” Jared says. Because he can’t change who he is. He’s big and loud and he’s an alpha. He’s got a knot and he and Jensen have suffered through ruts together, sweating side by side on the sheets, both repelled and attracted to the scent of each other’s sexual desperation.
It was enough. It may not have been the relationship Jared’s seen in movies and read about in books, but it was enough for him.
He’s going to lose Jensen. The thought makes him sick.
“Whatever you want,” he whispers and he realizes it true. He’ll do whatever Jensen wants, whatever will make him happiest. He won’t fight for their relationship if Jensen’s not fighting beside him.
Jared takes one long look at his boyfriend. The shape of his face, the line of his brows. Those clear, green eyes. Every inch beloved and wanted.
As Jared turns to trudge back to the pool house, a light rain begins to fall. It’s warm, almost blood-warm, as it drops lightly from the darkening sky, and Jared shivers a bit as the water cools his flushed skin, heated from his grief and his shame.
“Jared!” Jensen cries and Jared turns to see his boyfriend loping through the rain and across the lawn. He’s caught up in a damp embrace and squeezed hard, Jensen wrapping his arms tight and holding on with everything he’s got.
“I want you,” Jensen says simply.
Thank God, Jared thinks. Then he presses his mouth against Jensen’s and kisses him desperately.
Jensen hooks Jared’s foot and he’s tumbling down onto the wet grass. There’s a lingering tightness to his fine boned face—pain and sadness—but then he rolls his shoulders and dances a bit in the sodden grass. A challenge. Is Jared alpha enough to take him down?
Jared grins and flares his nostrils, taking in all the scents. Wet earth and ozone. Sweat and arousal of alpha. Challenge. Jared flips to his feet and rushes his boyfriend, arms wide.
Perhaps it’s perverse, Jared doesn’t know. Two alphas fighting for the right to mate…with each other. There’s no prize to be won between them. Only their own desire to be the best, to offer themselves as recompense.
The slickness of the rain water makes their grappling difficult. Jared stumbles on slippery grass, his hands sliding off Jensen’s wet forearm. Jensen moves in again to sweep Jared’s leg, but tumbles back on his ass. Jared collapses on top of him and they roll across the lawn, hands grappling, snarls issuing from their lips.
Jared knows he’s going to lose. He’s taller, more muscular, but Jensen’s the craftier fighter. He’s older too, and Jared can already feel his own strikes becoming weaker, more languid. But even more, he doesn’t want to win. He never has. There may be something inside him, something instinctual, which causes him to bite and scratch in aggression. But in his heart, he never wants to come out on top. He arches his back and bares his neck, smiling as he hears Jensen’s aroused growl.
“Mine,” Jensen snarls and he’s pinning Jared to the ground, rainwater dripping off the strands of his hair and onto Jared’s face.
“Always,” Jared agrees breathlessly, because he’s never been afraid to put that out there. He wants forever. As long as Jensen will have him.
Jensen bares his teeth and then he’s licking and biting lightly at Jared’s neck, sending shivers down Jared’s spine. It’s neither hard nor punishing. Jared has submitted.
This moment, when he’s submissive and quiet beneath his boyfriend, is the only time Jared thinks he might have been born in the wrong body.
“Present for me,” Jensen growls and Jared eagerly flips himself over. His dress pants are a sorry sight, but he shoves them down and off his legs and into the wet grass. He spreads his legs and lifts his hips.
“All yours,” Jared whispers and groans when he feels Jensen cover his back, draping himself in ownership over Jared’s larger body. He’s rutting his bared cock a bit mindlessly against the cheeks of Jared’s ass, his own dress pants rubbing irritatingly against Jared’s naked legs.
“Don’t have anything out here,” Jensen mutters and he’s reaching around to grasp Jared’s dick in his fist. Jared moans and spreads wider. He can feel a throbbing in his gut. He wants his boyfriend inside him.
“I trust you. Go ahead.”
“Not gonna hurt you, Jay.”
Jared groans again but he knows it makes sense. The rain makes it easy for Jensen to slip-slide between the cheeks of Jared’ ass, to grip and stroke the younger man’s cock. They move together, fast and desperate, as the rain falls in steady, warm sheets.
Jared comes first and Jensen shortly after, collapsing on his boyfriends back and bearing him down into the sodden grass. They lie there, panting, soaked to the bone.
“I love you,” Jensen whispers after he rouses. Jared can count on one finger the number of times he’s heard those words uttered. He holds each occurrence close to his heart, relives it daily in his memory.
Those words aren’t cheap and thoughtlessly said.
“I love you, too,” Jared responds. Soon they’ll have to get up, clean up. Pack to leave. Endure the stiff goodbyes and disapproving looks. Jared’s not the only one whose been made to feel small and dirty.
But for the moment, Jared can lie beneath his love, feel their hearts beat in sync, and let the rain wash everything else away.
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Date: 2015-04-01 12:24 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2015-04-01 12:35 pm (UTC)nothing like creating complicated back stories for characters that are just supposed to be frisking in the rain.
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Date: 2015-12-23 08:00 pm (UTC)He feels terribly unloved in this moment.
My heart broke a little bit but thank you for fixing it up :D