Power Play

A/N-I absolutely adore slashy Garret. I adore Garret in all ways, shapes and forms, but especially like him slashy (or with Jordan). So this is a fun thing that kicked around in my head about a fairly unlikely pairing. And no, it's not Woody. Don't own them either, and that might be a good thing because if I did the whole show would wind up on Spice and not NBC...

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Hot and sweaty. That was one way to describe him at the moment. I gave the man beneath me another violent kiss. I hated him, hated him with a passion, but he was so damn sexy. From the minute we had met, he had that cocky arrogant grin on his face, acting like he was better than me. And I wanted nothing more than to flip him over his desk and wipe that grin off of his face.

And now I was. He was pinned beneath me, that ass sticking up tantalizingly. The lube is cold on my hand as I run one finger roughly across him, inserting it quickly enough that I know it hurts, but not enough to injure him. He was my toy, I wasn't going to break him. Yet.

He groans beneath me and I grin. “Are you enjoying this?” I ask him and he nods. “Are you?”

“Yes.” He hisses as I slide another finger in. He's rock solid beneath me, and I know that I am too.

“Do you want this?” I ask him, positioning myself right at his edge, ready to thrust inside of him. I reach forward and grab him and he moans low in his throat. He's so sexy when he does that.

“Yes.” He says and I thrust hard into him, squeezing him at the same time and he muffles a scream into the pillow. He's so tight around me, it's all I can do not to explode into him right there. I pull out all the way and thrust hard into him again.

I want this to hurt him, I can't stand him, I hate him with a passion. I've hated him since I first met him. But he's so damn sexy with that reddish blond hair and those eyes. All I wanted to do from the minute I saw him was fuck him, and now I was. And he was enjoying it.

He groans as I fall into a rhythm, his hands clawing at the sheets as I grab his hips hard enough to bruise. I bend down and bite his neck. I may hate him, but he is still mine. He's an asshole, a jerk, but he is my asshole, my jerk. He clamps down around me and he's grinning that cocky grin as I groan.

I slap him once on that perfect ass of his and he yelps before turning his head back around to kiss me again. It's rough and violent, with my teeth catching his lower lip and biting down almost hard enough to draw blood. He groaned again as I pounded into him. I could feel myself coming close, my knees were starting to go weak and I was holding onto him for support now.

He clenced down again and I reached forward and squeezed him again, hard. He moaned and I could tell that I had almost sent him over the edge. I repeat the movement and grin as he freezes, clamping down on me hard. I keep thrusting in and out, ignoring my own need, only wanting to make this and deliciously painful as I could and when he finally begins to loosen I let loose, driving as far into him as I can, pulling him harshly onto me.

I pull out of him and sit on the bed with shaky legs, pulling my pants back up. Our eyes meet and there's a spark between us, not one of caring, but of pure hate. That was what fuelled us, our mutual hatred for each other. As soon as I regain some feeling in my legs I get up and walk out.

No one knows, and I'm happy that way, I couldn't care less about him, the only thing that I wanted to do with him is fuck him hard enough to wipe that grin off of his face, and I succeeded. I leave the seedy little motel where I had dragged him and get back into my car. I don't care what happens to him, I can't stand him. No man that evil should be that sexy. But he was my sexy little bastard, and I intended to keep him that way.