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Entry tags:	30 seconds to mars, 30 stm: jared leto, 30stm: jared/shannon, 30stm: shannon leto

FIC: Dirty--30stm, adult, Jared/Shannon
title: Dirty
author: lisa roquin
rating: adult
fandom: 30 Seconds to Mars
pairing/characters: Shannon/Jared
disclaimer: lies, fiction, untrue. completely and totally made up. I know no one, know nothing of thier personal lives. I make no claims of knowing much of anything.
warning: letocest, rough consensual sex
author notes: written for kynxpirations anon kink meme prompt Jared/Shannon, Dirty
wordcount: 840ish




He knew his brother's moods. Knew the cycles they went through, the days that were always bad, the weeks that were always rough when a tour or shooting didn't blur them away and they passed thankfully without notice. Jared knew the same about him. Knew when to wait, knew when to push, knew when enough was goddamned enough and something had to give to break the hold the past or stress had when it caught up and caught hold and drug him under. Something had to give now, or he just might lose it too.

He grabbed the remote off the end table and clicked off the tv.

"Hey! I was watching that, asshole," came the automatic protest.

"No, you weren't." He wasn't. He was staring blankly lost in his head. And for fuck's sake it was As the World Turns. Only thanks to their grandmother did either of them even know what the name of the show was. Jared was most definitely not watching that, not anymore than he'd been watching the infomercials when Shannon had given up on sleep hours before and headed to the basement and his kit set up there.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Shannon snorted and settled down straddling Jared's lap.

"You're all fuckin' sweaty."

"Mmm," he agreed and blinked away the salt-sting of sweat that dripped from his hair, down his temple and into his eye. He pulled off his tshirt which was soaked as his hair and starting to feel cold.

"Get off me. You smell."

"I smell? You haven't showered for four days. You're smelling yourself." Shannon huffed, fingers tangling into his brother's hair, grown out to his shoulders again and at the moment more than a little greasy. He leaned his head in and kissed Jared hard, the fingers tangled in greasy hair fisting and pulling just a little too hard getting a snarl as Jared shoved at him. Not hard enough to knock Shannon off his lap though.

"The fuck are you doing?" Jared growled and grabbed Shannon's wrist squeezing painfully. He let go of Shannon's wrist the second Shannon let go of his hair.

Shannon grabbed for the hem of the tshirt Jared had on tugging it up, it was a struggle to get it off, Jared being decidedly uncooperative and struggling just a bit. Just a bit. The sick cold in Shannon's gut receded a little. Jared would put up some fuss now just on principal, just because he was Jared and he hated these moods almost as much as Shannon did. It wasn't a serious fight, Shannon got his brother's shirt off without a black eye or bruised ribs or landing on the coffee table or some shit. "Fucking you. Or getting you to fuck me. Whichever."

"You stink."

"Uh huh. So do you." Shannon agreed. He leaned in and kissed Jared again only to be almost attacked by Jared's mouth, bruising, violent, Shannon groaned not pulling back even as he felt his lip split and the coppery taste of blood mixing with the stale booze flavor of Jared's kiss.

"This what you want?" Jared snarled pulling back just a bit.

"Yeah," Shannon shot back angrily. "Yeah, this is what I want. Want you back from wherever the fuck you've gone in your head. Want you. And if this is the way I get you back then yeah."

Jared snarled again, hands going roughly for the fly of Shannon's jeans. Shannon's back hit the edge of the coffee table painfully on the way to the floor, clothes wrestled off with bruising hands, Shannon screamed into another bruising kiss as Jared pushed into him with no prep and only a bit of spit as lube.

"Shan--"

Shannon cut off Jared's momentary panic pulling his head down for another kiss. The pull of his hamstring almost overriding the burn in his ass as Jared pressed in closer, Shannon's leg caught over Jared's arm. Shannon reached between them, grabbing his cock stroking himself hard again--his erection half lost in the searing burn of Jared's entry. The burn of Jared pounding into him, the scrape of the carpet, bruising hands on him and violent kisses twisting into their own kind of pleasure, release from the demons in Jared's mind holding them both prisoner the last couple weeks. Jared bit his shoulder, another jerk of his cock and he was coming, Jared slammed into him tense and shaking with his own orgasm.

"Leg fuck ow," Shannon hissed a moment later trying to straighen his leg out when Jared had moved his arm to let him, not letting go when Jared would have pulled away.

"You okay?" Jared finally whispered brokenly.

They were a filthy tangled mess, sweat, come sticky wet and starting dry and glue them together. His ass burned, his back felt half scraped raw from the carpet and he was pretty sure he'd strained the living fuck outta his hamstring and Jared was looking at him--really looking at him-- instead of through him for the first time in over a week. "Fine, I'm fine."