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The winger took the corner and Jensen leapt up and headed the ball, his body already twisted in mid-air to ready him to follow through should he miss, but the ball veered past the goalie and slammed into the back of the net. Jensen sprinted off in goal celebration, the roar of the crowd a background thrum, "When Ackles plays the beautiful game, the heavenly angels sing his name!"
He didn't even register the familiar song, he was being lifted up by Torres and Alonso, and he was laughing with the joy of the goal. Jensen took a moment, savoring the warmth of the hot dry air and the noise and excitement of the crowd. He loved this, everything about this maddening, changeable game, his own hard work and talent bringing him here to this moment of perfection in La Liga under the Spanish sun. They were 55 minutes in, 1-1 and another victory looked close and Jensen was ready for more, his legs strong and still fresh, his mind imagining run after run and the ball thudding into the back of the net. He ruffled Torres hair and grinned as his team mates slapped him on the back before moving back into position.
Soon after the restart Jensen was in the other team half, ready to attack. Alonso the mid-fielder had possession. "Xabi! Pass! Pass the fuckin' ball, c'mon, c'mon." Xabi scowled at Jensen's instruction and Jensen hollered again. Eventually he passed the ball and Jensen could hardly hear his own voice over the screams of the crowd. As he gained possession and turned back towards the goal their defender, Padalecki, was in his way. Jensen moved past him, their shoulders nearly touching and shot wide. They were close as they twisted and fought to control the ball. Jensen could feel the heat coming off Padalecki and smelt him: grass, sun and sweat. They were the only two American players in La Liga, world class US players were rare as hen's teeth. On the surface they could've been friends but from their first meeting Jensen knew there was no way.
The ball went out of play and Jensen moved back ready to play on, scanning around to see where his team mates where, checking their positions so he could make the right moves towards the opposite goal.
Padalecki was still behind Jensen. He'd caused something of a stir in the league a couple of years before. He had a reputation for being a tough guy to beat, huge and strong with enough balls to go toe-to-toe with any of the wind-up merchants, Rooney and Mascherano included. But along with his ability and rapid rise came injuries and bad temper and Jensen had no time for him at all. He'd had some form recently, enough to get some decent games, but Jensen didn't think it would be long before his bad luck hit again and he, for one, didn't want to be anywhere near when it did.
Jensen ran for the ball at the same time as Villa and they swore at each other in Spanish, the virtue of their mothers and their own male potency being called into disrepute. Jensen kept back letting Villa move to the ball. Jensen saw a space ahead to the side of Padalecki and moved up the pitch, Padalecki turned with the ball and was ready to pass back when Torres took the ball in a hard tackle. Padalecki shoulder checked Torres who swore at him and steadied himself, still in possession. Jensen wanted to distract the defender from Torres and Padalecki's move was out of order.
"For fuck's sake Padalecki, you useless streak of piss, you are supposed to be a fucking professional." Jensen screamed at him, the pressure of the game, the occasion, ramping up his adrenaline and 60 minutes gone.
By this time Jensen had reached Padalecki and he was scowling and turning towards Jensen. "Back off pretty boy, you ain't perfect either."
"At least this pretty boy can play, you prick." Padalecki did the looming thing over Jensen, but Jensen was plenty tough enough and they got hard up in each other's face.
"Fuck you, Ackles." Padalecki shoved him in the chest.
"No thanks, I aim a little higher than cave men." Jensen ran off but could hear Padalecki behind him. He knew what was coming. He turned and glanced over his shoulder. The loser was going to keep this up. Man when did he get so sensitive? A hard tackle and trading insults was one thing, deliberate fouls were another. Padalecki's face was pale under his tan and he looked crazy.
"Don’t be so fucking stupid man, this is a...."
"Don't fucking man me, Ackles." With that Padalecki dragged his studded foot down the back of Jensen's leg, intending to damage. Jensen keeled forward, feeling the pressure and the weight behind the attack. Then Jensen was seeing the crowd from a new perspective as he was on the pitch torn between the pain in his calf and the fury at Padalecki's malice. He got up and went for Padalecki's smirking face, just as their team mates reached them.
Two minutes and five punches later they were both being sent off.
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"Man you are a fucking douche bag." Jensen slammed his hand against the locker and kicked his half stripped kit across the room. His leg was fucking killing him and he was lucky it wasn't broken, surely what Padalecki had intended. One part of his mind was ready to tear the prick a new one and the other was assessing the damage and outcome of their fracas on the key games ahead. Jensen was no goody two shoes but he was nowhere close to the line that Padalecki had crossed.
Jared jumped up from the bench were he'd been sitting, head hanging and his feet kicking hard at the metal base. He shoved Jensen's shoulder with his hard palm and Jensen felt himself travel backwards.
"So you had nothing to do with this, Mr Perfect? Nothing every goes wrong for you does it?"
Jensen was taking nothing from this guy. He felt a clench in his stomach and dismissed it. So Padalecki was easy on the eye and the thought of what he might like to take from this guy had distracted him for a second, but no fuckin' way.
"Not so much, no. Don't push me around either or you'll get another smack to make the sending off worthwhile." Jensen hated the drawl which kicked into his voice. It came out when he was angry or turned on. He focused hard on his anger.
"Is that fucking so? Seems like I can take the hits, pretty boy. How good are you at taking it?"
Shit. Jensen's dick went rock hard in a moment. He was no "boy" but hell, sometimes he liked it raw and vicious. There weren't that many men who dared, but it looked like he'd found one who did.
Jared had him pressed up against the locker and Jensen could feel the sharp dig of the lock against his naked back. Jared's face was still angry, snarling, and yet the intent in them, the way he was glaring at Jensen's lips and his eyes and then back to his mouth – guess the pretty boy remarks meant something. He shifted his shoulder and pushed Jared's hand away from across his body. Jared didn't move, waiting. Then Jensen said the words that he knew would add flame to the heat between them:
"Fuck off. No way cave man." Jensen watched Jared flinch at those words and his dick jumped in his shorts, the flimsy fabric hiding nothing. Jared looked down and both their dicks were tenting their shorts, like they were having some kind of dick show and tell. Jared smiled, mean, feral and sexy as hell. "Way."
Jared kissed Jensen hard, determined and thorough. Jensen pushed back, giving as good as he got until Jared lifted his head, breaking the contact between them. Jensen just managed to stop himself from chasing more of that hot, exciting tongue fuck, and glared at Jared. Jared pulled back enough to look into Jensen's eyes, searching for something. Whatever he saw was enough because a slow dirty grin made his dark eyes flash and his cheekbones flush. “Oh, definitely fucking way Ackles.”
Jared grabbed Jensen by the shoulder and jostled him over to Jared's locker. With one hand he held Jensen against the door with the other he wrestled it open to reveal crap piled and scattered inside. As the metal door slammed back against itself Jensen felt its reverb jar through his side but he was gasping, distracted, as Jared bit and licked at his mouth. Now that the locker was open Jared used his free hand to shove his shorts down below his balls, then yanked Jensen's down. Jensen let out a long low groan and drew in a breath of Jared heat and want.
Jared grabbed their cocks in one hand and squeezed Jensen's ass hard with the other. “Knew you'd be like this Ackles. Hot, hard, and fucking gorgeous.” He bit along Jensen's jaw as he jacked them both, long and strong.
Jensen grabbed Jared's smooth muscled ass and squeezed it viciously. “Knew you'd be all fucking talk Padalecki, a long time getting to the good stuff.“
God, Jared felt good against him, great even, pushing him around and getting rid of all that anger and resentment in the best way possible. Jensen wanted him to lose it, take it out on Jensen and make him fucking feel it into next week. But Jared laughed, mumbling low as he sucked on Jensen's Adam's apple. Jensen closed his eyes and threw his head back, as excitement and lust slammed into him, making his thighs shudder and his cock jerk in Jared's grip.
“So hard for me Ackles. Y’want my dick bad? Ask me, real pretty now.” In response Jensen shoved his thigh in between Jared's, pressing up steady and firm into Jared's junk, lifting slightly so Jared could really feel it. Jared let out a string of curses and Jensen shut him up with a deep and dirty kiss, pulling his lip between his teeth as he leant back. “Less talk, more action,“ he said, pausing to smirk. “Or are you as useless in the locker room as you are on the pitch?”
This time Jared didn't laugh it off. Instead he slammed his arm across Jensen's sternum, pinning him painfully hard against the metal and pulled lube out of a bag in his locker. He flipped the cap and coated his fingers, keeping eye contact with Jensen. His eyes were dark and glittering as he said, “Don't worry baby. You'll get all the action you need,” then he twisted Jensen around until he was bracing himself against the frame of Jared's locker, the metal outline hard and cold against his spread hands. “And soon you won't fucking care whether I’m talking or not.”
With that he slid one finger into Jensen, shoving hard and sudden, making it burn despite the slick lube. “You took that good pretty boy. Feel like more?” Jensen groaned again in response, tipping his head forward to rest against the frame, feeling Jared everywhere. His fingers inside him, hand gripping him, body keeping him in place, and Jared's head leaning heavily against his shoulder with low bitter words steady in his ear. ”Not getting more 'til you make a noise for me, Ackles. Want to hear you beg and ask nicely for what you want.”
Jared pressed in deeper, fingers scraping across the bundle of nerves inside and Jensen moaned. “More. C'mon. God, Jared, more.”
“That's right, pretty boy. I like the way you beg. Want me to fuck you, don’t you, Ackles?”
Jensen said nothing, biting his lip and feeling the waves of pleasure race through him from Jared's lewd words, his long twisting fingers and heavy body crowding him. His dick was hard and wet-tipped, jabbing into the empty air of the locker and he could feel Padalecki’s own thick length against his ass.
He scrambled around his brain for words but couldn't come up with anything but babbling prayers. ”God. Jesus.”
“Wrong name, but an easy mistake to make.” Jared laughed in his ear, his voice lust-slurred. He gave a thorough fuck into Jensen with his fingers and spread them, making Jensen writhe and twist and pant against him. “Beg. C‘mon.”
Jared slid his palm along Jensen's stomach and chest until it reached a pebbled nipple. He pinched and pulled at it until Jensen was stuttering, “Please, please Jared. Fuck me.”
Jared let go of Jensen, who almost pitched forward and narrowly avoided smashing his face into the locker. Jensen forced his shaky legs to steady and balanced himself. Looking over his shoulder, he found that Jared had torn open a condom with his mouth and slicked it on, jacking his dick a few times with more lube. Jensen braced himself firmly against the locker and tilted his ass out. “Get the fuck on with it, man.”
“Aw, no more ‘Jared’, pretty boy? It's so nice when you call me sweet names.” Jared could mock him all he liked as long as Jensen felt that big cock moving in him in the next couple of minutes or -
“Fuuuck. God.” Jared pressed his length into Jensen's ass and there was nothing else to say, especially if panting and groaning didn't count as words, though the way Jared dragged them out of him, Jensen wasn't so sure.
Jared paused for a moment, letting Jensen adjust. “Shit. So tight. Relax Ackles or this'll be over way too soon.” They both panted for a minute. The sound of Jared's bitten off laugh made Jensen push back, gritting his teeth until he felt himself give and relax around the intrusion. Jared released a low growl as Jensen fucked back onto him.
“Shut the fuck up and get on with it Padalecki.” Jensen's voice was low and unsteady. He wanted Jared to move right now.
Jared did, then. He began to pump in and out like a piston, sending sparks of pleasure through Jensen. Jensen pressed back, welcoming every hard thrust, and he reached round with one hand and pulled sharply on Jared's stupid hair, bringing Jared's head close to his shoulder. “Don't stop,” Jensen gritted out.
Jared licked a stripe along his neck, giving a few warning nips to the top of his spine. “Hold on. Gonna fuck you hard now.” With that Jared put everything he had into fucking Jensen, sharp, hard bucks of his hips opening Jensen wider and deeper. Jensen could feel the thick hot dick pumping steadily in and out, the angle shifting until Jensen was coiled up, heat in his balls, spasms in his abs and his spine and hips clenched tight. He tried to hold on to the pleasure but, at the same time, his body tensed to release.
“Yes, yeah. Just, like that. Oh, God,” Jensen rambled, unable to think. Jared lifted his hands from Jensen's hips and ran them up his body, forcing his arms wider in their grip on the locker and holding on tight to Jensen's chest just under his arms. Then he fucked up and in hard, hitting him right over and over until Jensen was shaking and Jared was sweat-slick and sliding against him.
“Come for me, pretty boy. Show me how well you do everything, Jen. C'mon.” Jared reached around and stroked Jensen's cock and that was it. Jensen jerked and let go, light and heat thrumming through him, come spattering the inside of Jared’s locker with warm, white ropes. Jensen panted and hung his head, trying to pull in oxygen as Jared frantically thrust into him and came, his body shuddering for a long moment, litany silenced into gasps.
Jared pulled out and jerked up his shorts, flinging the condom at the trashcan. He hooked his chin over Jensen's shoulder as he slid Jensen's shorts back up and looked at the streaks of come on his things. “Dude, next time jizz on your own stuff.”
Jensen stumbled the foot or so to the bench and sat down. “Dude, there won't be a next time.”
Jared sat opposite him and sprawled his long legs in crude invitation. Jensen could see the sweat making his etched abs and firm flat pecs gleam, the flush of arousal fading from his skin. He was fucking gorgeous.
As if he could read Jensen's mind he leered and drawled, “Sure there will,“ a pause, “pretty boy.” Then he got up, stripped off his shorts and ambled naked into the showers, still chuckling under his breath.