Opposites

Jack stumbled up the stairs of his apartment. He was nearly doubled over in pain and he was grateful he lived in a hellhole- nobody would look twice at a pale, sweaty man who couldn’t walk straight. Hell, they were probably no better off.

Another sharp wave of pain rolled through him and he cursed Tru. He tried to tell her…there were always consequences. Of course, he hadn’t realized he would be the one paying. With shaking hands he finally got his damn door open. Weaving around the chair in the middle of the living room- his one piece of furniture- he finally made it to his bed. He tugged at his clothes, he was so hot. He was trapped. His fingers scrabbled frantically until cool air slid across his skin. The cotton sheets of his bed were even better, light and airy.

He didn’t like Jensen. All that flowing blond hair, perfect teeth and perfect muscles. Vomit. And worse, Tru “Liked” the bastard. That bit him deeper than he cared to admit. However, beyond all that, beyond his jealousy, he knew…deep down all the way to his core…that the little shit was supposed to be dead. Another twist in his gut almost made him gag. Plus, he didn’t trust him. Something about Jensen just didn’t smell right.

“Jack…” Tru’s voice floated on the air and Jack learned that it was possible to feel extremely ill and turned on at the same time. Every hair on his body stood to attention and his cock followed suit. His body throbbed and wanted to be buried inside her hot depths as soon as humanly possible. He gritted his teeth. He was pissed at Tru. No nookie. Zip. Zero.

“Get out.” He managed to slur around the pain and lust.

“I’m sorry…” Her voice sounded different. She smelled different too. He rolled over to look at her and was startled. Leaning against the door, all leg and creamy skin, she looked as ill as he felt.

“You knew. I thought it was just me…but it wasn’t.” He was shocked. He was supposed to be the bad guy. He was supposed to break the rules while she ranted. He got to his feet and ignored the frantic instructions from his cock to fuck Tru. “Someone else will have to pay for this Tru and I don’t mean what’s happening to us now. Somewhere down the line, someone will have to die who should have lived.”

“I know.” Her face was ashen and she did not look him in the eye.

“God damn it Tru! Why the hell would you do this? Can’t you feel it? We were just starting to get it right and now you’ve fucked it all up.” He was screaming and he couldn’t stop. He barreled forward grabbing her arm and pulling so she had to look him in the face. “I feel like the universe has been torn apart! And all for a mealy mouthed, insignificant, asshole!”

She slapped him across that face and she put her entire body into the blow. His head rocked to the side and his grip loosened on her arm.

“I can’t take it anymore! Everyone I know, that I care even a little about, dies! And…I…Couldn’t…Take…It!” She punctuated her last words with an open slap to his chest, just hard enough to sting and leave a red hand print on his skin.

Rage, hate, sadness, despair, lust…all swirled together in a maelstrom, sucked him towards her against his will. He buried his hands in her hair and plundered her mouth, her sweetness rolling over him until he felt like he was drowning. Someone was growling. Him? Her? The sound of ripping cloth and the warm weight of her breasts in his hands. She cried out in pleasure as he drew his fingers over the rigid tips. He couldn’t wait. Couldn’t wait.

“Then don’t.”

At that he knew he snarled and tore at her pants until they were low enough he could fit himself inside her. Turning her, he pushed her against the wall and without pause thrust inside her wet pussy. She moaned low in her throat but he couldn’t stop the wave that carried him. He pounded into her, admiring the long line of her back and rise of her ass. She moved against his thrusts and he panted his need. Faster. Harder.

“Yes!” She screamed back at him. She contracted around him, squirming as she did so and he gripped her hips so he could bury himself inside her one more time before his orgasm blew through him.

There were spots at the edge of his vision and they both panted in time. Something not quite right niggled his mind.

Gods, he was still hard.

He grinned.

Jack pulled at her hips until just her hands reached the wall. She made a startled sound but didn’t protest. Her jeans trapped her legs so that her balance depended on his hands digging into her hips. He hoped he left marks.

He pulled his cock out to the very tip and then slowly slid back inside her, watching her pussy swallow every inch until his abdomen was pressed against her ass. Then he did again. Over and over, he couldn’t stop watch his thick cock disappear into her slick depths.

“Jack.” She couldn’t really move much but he could hear the frustration in her voice. He pulled out, ignoring the pang of loss, and finished removing her pants and boots. She moved to face him and he gripped her around the rib cage, one hand splayed across her breast.

He lifted her and dropped her face down on the bed, legs hanging off the edge. She really did have a great ass, firm and inviting. He let one hand slide up her spine to rest on her shoulder blades. The opening of her pussy was pink and swollen, soaked with need…He blinked and took a deep breath. Raising one hand, he cracked it across one ass cheek. She let out a shriek of surprise. He left a red imprint of his hand. Good. He did it again on the other one.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Tru tried to surge up off the bed but he pinned her there and swatted her again.

“Have I gotten your attention?” Smack. “I can’t do this anymore.” Smack. “We have to work together.” Smack.

“Jack get off me.” Her voice was frozen, her entire body stiff. He’d scared her. Shit. He let her go and she scrambled to the other side of the bed. Her face was pale, eyes wide, teeth bared in rage.

“I don’t trust you.” She hissed.

“Ditto.” He sat down with his back to her, feeling tired. His cock bobbed, foolishly hopeful.

“I don’t…like you.” At this she sounded more hesitant and he recognized the feeling.

“Same here.”

“Working together means you too.”

“I know.”

“I don’t know what it looks like to work together.” She still sounded angry and afraid.

“Me either.”

A long silence and Jack wondered if she would leave. This would never work. Desolation bubbled up and even his cock flagged a little.

“Ok.”

“Ok?” Jack couldn’t have been more surprised than if…Harrison had told him he was carrying Jack’s love child. This was…

“Yeah. But you owe me.” There was a dangerous lilt to her voice. Jack turned to face her and she snarled a grin at him. “Nobody spanks me unless I ask them too.”

His erection snapped to attention again. She slid off the bed and then walked around until she was in front of him.

“Bend over.”

She wasn’t kidding. He couldn’t let Tru spank him. He was the one in charge and there was no way…

Smack. His body jerked and a pulse of desire flared through his body. Smack. Good lord but she had an arm on her. Smack. Dammit that hurt.

“I don’t care.” She hissed. Smack. Smack. His cock was leaking in excitement and his skin felt so flushed he thought he might pass out.

He stood up, trying not to show how turned on he was. Though, judging by Tru’s smirk, she knew. Jack pulled her to him and kissed her. Tasting her wasn’t enough so he pushed her to the bed, letting his entire body slide against hers. She moaned into his mouth. He captured one nipple in his mouth and sucked. Then the other.

“Damn it Jack, we just spanked each other. Fuck me.”

Thank god he didn’t have to be gentle.

He circled her nub with his fingers until she writhed, until she was juicy, plump, and so very needy. He slid his cock inside her and pounded in and out of her. She hooked her legs around his and began to thrust her own hips in time with his. Her nails dug into his ass, scratched his back. He bit her at the juncture of her neck and shoulder…the pleasure…Ah god, so wet yes yes fucking succulent pussy hot burning going to fuck you yes yes mine mine mine harder faster wet wet yesssssss…..

She howled and her pussy clamped down around his cock, dragging an orgasm so intense from him that he saw white. Pleasure ripped through him, so hot and intense it was painful.

When he finally came back to himself he met a sleepy Tru’s eyes and, damn him, couldn’t help smiling. He slid far enough off of her that she could breathe and went to sleep.