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Thu, Mar. 10th, 2005, 11:04 am
Fic: Off Focus (2/?)

Title: "Off Focus" (2/?)
Author: Cat
Email address: rpjared @ gmail dot com
Pairing: Jared/Colin
Feedback: Please.
Archive: None. Ask first.
Rating & warnings: PG-13 for language and violence for this chapter. Higher up for graphic sex in the later chapters.
Disclaimer: None of it is mine. This is fiction. I make no money out of this.
Summary: Jared is more than a pretty face. Much, much more. Colin finds out the hard way.

Upon being released from Jared, Colin had gone through a period of re-evaluation. He’d made several mistakes and sorely needed to readjust his vision.

First, he’d somehow come to the point where Jared wasn’t really a man or a person, but an object of conquest. That had been a mistake.

Second, not only had he underestimated the other man’s intelligence and somewhat forceful personality, he’d also underestimated pure physical power. Clear memory of pain brought a wince and Colin was reminded anew of why exactly that had been a mistake.

/Dinner./ Jared had said diner. Again, the choices brought equal disadvantages. To do as _told_ would give Colin the best chance of succeeding at his goal (which wasn’t changing) but it would also, again, give Jared the upper hand.

The dilemma kept Colin’s mind busy until filming the next day, when he was business and only that. Jared’s warm blue-so-blue eyes and light flirting with the entire cast had not been taken personally. Of course not.

In the evening, after a gruelling day of shooting, Colin sat in his living room and pondered pacing.

/Dinner./ Again, the choice was put to the forefront of Colin’s mind and he got up, started to pace. /How bad could it be, really, to let him have that? There’ll be something. He’ll slip up. Then I can pull myself back up into the _right_ position./

Decision taken, Colin looked through the fridge for something to prepare. He spied the red and green peppers in the drawers and a slow grin started to trace his lips. /That would be petty. Unworthy of me. Really./ He took the peppers, tobacco, hot spices and started mixing.

Just as he finished, the doorbell rang and Colin jumped halfway to the ceiling in surprise. He added some cheese and salad, then went to open the door. Jared stood, relaxed, delicious and way too close. Colin cleared his throat to speak but was interrupted by Jared.

“You look great, Colin. Can I come in?” Moving out of the way, Colin made space enough for Jared to go through the door... barely enough. The man slid by Colin, shoulder and hip making almost deliberately slow contact.

Swallowing past a suddenly dry throat, Colin turned, smiled and spoke, “Hi, Jared.”

/Hi Jared?!/ Pride again forced words past Colin’s lips, “What exactly are we here for?”

As Colin watched on, Jared paused, looking mildly surprised, then those eyes again sparkled with mischief and Colin barely had time to brace himself for the next words, “We’re here because you want me. And of course, to have dinner.”

Digesting that for a little while, Colin almost missed the next sentence, “I also wouldn’t be adverse to some fucking. You are, after all, a beautiful man.”

And damn if those eyes weren’t mocking him now.

/What the hell do you answer something like this?/

“Dinner first though. Of course. What’re we having Colin?”

Colin’s conscience was suddenly assaulted by dozens of tiny little prickly remorse spikes and before he could think himself through the answer, he said, “I didn’t cook dinner. I thought we’d have better things to be doing. But I’ll call for takeout if you don’t mind.”

Using that excuse to get away for a second, Colin gestured Jared to the couch, then went in his room and took a few deep breaths. /The trick is to not let him push you off balance./ He closed his eyes, placed the call for Thai food, then checked his nightstand drawers for lube and condoms.

When he came back out, he started to feel more predator than prey, especially at the sight of Jared’s neck exposed as the man stretched... the tiniest hint of tempting skin on his stomach as the shirt rode up, the arch of his back... /Play your cards right./

“You want something to drink?” Colin’s voice was strong and confident and he remained standing, waiting for the answer.

“No thank you. I would like for you to sit with me and talk to me, though.”


Colin complied, eyes fixed on Jared’s. “Sure. I do have a question.”

It seemed to Colin as though Jared’s entire attitude subtly changed, almost readying for a blow or steadying himself for something terrible. That brought a frown to Colin’s forehead and he asked, tone lighter, “Are you always this demanding of your dates?”

Soft laughter answered him, a minute relaxing of the body next to him, “No. No, not really. I should really apologize for the way I’ve been behaving though... you pushed me.”

Colin gave a nod before sincerely replying, “I’m sorry too. I’m not usually that much of a dick.” He paused, then hesitated, looking at Jared, eyes caressing the tempting lips, “May I kiss you?”

A gentle smile curved Jared’s lips, then Colin felt the soft touch of a hand along his cheek, running to the back of his neck and cupping firmly. Words were ghosted across his lips from a much closer Jared, “Permission granted.”

Colin closed his eyes and leaned forward. He gently kissed Jared’s mouth, tasting the soft but undeniably thinner lips of a man. After a few seconds, Jared’s tongue ran obscenely along Colin’s lips, demanding entry. Mouth dropping open for Jared, Colin shivered in delight as he felt an agile tongue tracing the roof of his mouth before simply taking. Colin met the kiss, growling low in his throat as he fought for dominance, yet couldn’t seem to truly achieve it. A sound of frustration deep in his chest and Colin reached up, one hand tangling in Jared’s hair to deepen the kiss. He was answered with a growl and a renewed assault, forced back against the cushions and plundered.

A knee somehow pushed itself between Colin’s legs, pressing against his trapped cock even as his mouth was ravaged over and over again.

Then the doorbell rang.


Thu, Mar. 10th, 2005 06:37 pm (UTC)

Oooh! *bounces* I want more!!

Tue, Mar. 15th, 2005 07:05 pm (UTC)

At your service ma'am! *grins*

Thu, Mar. 10th, 2005 10:35 pm (UTC)

I'm intrigued! Please continue quickly. =)

Tue, Mar. 15th, 2005 07:06 pm (UTC)

*grins* I shalt endeavor to do so, luvey! *licks*

Fri, Mar. 11th, 2005 01:03 am (UTC)
(Anonymous): Off Focus

Your fic gets better and better!
Especially because it is really unpredictable, and because how you write Jared's way of making Colin respect him.

Can´t wait for more!

Anne :))

Tue, Mar. 15th, 2005 07:05 pm (UTC)
rpjared: Re: Off Focus

My Jared muse would not be ignored or taken as some pawn. *snickers* He's rather spirited. *pets Jared!Muse*

Hope you like what's coming!

Tue, Mar. 15th, 2005 09:24 pm (UTC)

Oh yeahhhhhhh I am really liking this.......damn door bell!

Wed, Jun. 8th, 2005 01:46 pm (UTC)

I truly love your Jared, he's so hot when he's in control. That kiss was just... *shudder* I have the feeling Colin soon won't know what'll come over him!