Falling out of bed is a hell of a way to wake up in the morning. Especially if the fall was preceded by a swift kick in the ass by a size 15 boot. Looking up from the spot on the floor where his face bounced, Christian could feel the anger coming from Jared's eyes long before he ever saw it. Grunting, he pulled himself into a sitting position and stared up at the giant before him.

"What the fuck is your problem, Jay?" he asked as he tried to stand. His efforts were met with a left hook to the side of his face and a guttural growl. "I ain't the one with the problem, asshole," Jared spat out through gritted teeth. Before Christian had a chance to say another word, Jared's right hand landed in the soft underside of his belly, knocking the wind from him as he hit the wall.


"Apparently…" Another fist connected with his head.
"You…" The same boot connected with his kneecap.
"Forgot…" Teeth jarred in his mouth as a trickle of blood started down his chin.
"You…" A quick one-two punch to the gut reminded him of the bottle of white zinfandel he finished off last night.
"Ain't…" A few more punches and the two bottles of Jack Daniels he had before that tried to come back up.
"S'posed ta…" Can you get whiplash from an uppercut?
"Bother…" Jesus, he HAD to go for the balls, didn't he?
"Jensen…" Maybe, just maybe, if he curled up tight enough, Jared would go away.

The rough texturing on the wall scraped along his back as Jared pulled him from the floor, an arm pressing against his throat as he was held against the wall. Christian felt his eye swelling shut, gently pressed against the loose teeth in his mouth and tried to remember to take shallow breaths so he didn't irritate his apparently broken ribs. A ragged chuckle escaped his lips. "Damn, Jay, just chill…"

The words died in his throat as hot, angry breath caressed his bruised cheek. "I'ma gonna say this one more time, dickhead," Jared said evenly. "After that, it's on your head. If you ever, and I mean EVER even so much as LOOK in Jen's direction again, I will poke your eyesballs so far back in your head they're gonna pop out your ears. Then I'ma gonna unhinge your jaw and shit down your fuckin' throat. And then, when it's startin' to hurt just a little bit, I'ma gonna shove my fingers up your nose and use your fuckin' melon like a goddamn bowling ball. You got that, fucker?"

The words rang so loudly in his ears that he didn't hear the door open. But he damn sure felt the final punch to his kidneys as he slid down the wall again and Jared walked away. As the door closed and his grip on consciousness faded, he heard the conversation from the hallway.

"You really do love me, don't ya, Jay?

"Of course I do, Jen," Jared said, leaning down for a kiss.

"You really did a number on him," Jen said with a giggle in his voice.

Jared shrugged, putting an arm around Jen's shoulders as they walked away. "He pissed me off. You know how I get when I'm pissed. And there's only one person who can make me that damn mad. Christian fuckin' Kane."

~fin~