"Yes, we're moving this shit, so that we can fight this out." Derek surveyed the room and then moved towards the couch gesturing for Jarred to help him. "Let's move some of the furniture into the hallway, I want as much space as possible."

Jarred rolled his eyes, but he moved to the other side of the couch to help Derek move it. They moved efficiently to clear the room. Jarred for once was quiet so they could hurry up and get the boring stuff out of the way. Once they were done clearing the room, Jarred turned to face Derek. "Are you ready for this?"

Derek nodded, moving to stand in the middle of the room. He contemplated Jarred and just smirked at him, settling into a ready to go possession, waiting.

Jarred didn't hesitate long. If Derek was going to take it easy, her certainly wasn't. He charged at Derek, getting ready to kick. He aimed at the other man's left side, not at all holding back.

Derek dodged, having anticipated Jarred to not have the patience to wait; actually more have counted on it. However, dodging turned his back briefly to Jarred so Derek whirled around, one hand thrust out, hoping to clock Jarred in the shoulder or something.

Jarred wasn't as totally rash and stupid as he looked in a fight. Sure he liked to throw the first punch, but he knew when to dodge too. When Derek had his back turned, Jarred got his feet under him and ready for the attack he knew would come. He saw Derek's hand flash out and he ducked under it, aiming a punch at Derek's stomach as he did so.

Derek bent his stomach inwards and over softening the force of Jarred's blow. He then quickly grabbed the hand Jarred has punched him with and used it to propel Jarred back slightly. Using the lack of balance the blow produced Derek followed it up with a punch to the gut of his own.

Jarred got caught off guard by Derek's punch and he staggered, but this only increased his determination. All this quiet and serious fighting was not his style, so it was time to make the fight his. "That all you got, boy?" Jarred taunted. He took a step back as if in submission and beckoned Derek with a wave of his fingers. "I have something I'd really like to show you. Why don't you come a bit closer?"

Derek contemplated Jarred for a few seconds, completely ignoring his comments. He considered, them punching wasn't really getting anywhere, but he was a bit wary of bringing this into close combat. He didn't trust Jarred to play fair. He stepped to the side as he did this, starting a circular motion around Jarred, looking for an avenue to bring him down.

Jarred watched Derek with his eyes as the other man began to circle. Obviously, his taunting had little effect, but Jarred kept his back to the wall and just watched. He wasn't going to throw the first punch again. Instead, he stuck out his tongue and made childish, insulting gestures. "You're not doing anything!!"

Derek just smirked at Jarred and moved to the side before, hoping Jarred would react the way he expected. The way most scrappers did when you didn't talk back to them, when you didn't rise to the bait. It was an advantage many cops learned to use.

Jarred was starting to regret the fact that they had cleared out the room. He really wanted something to throw at the moment. He knew Derek was doing this on purpose. "I'm not stupid you know!" he exclaimed as he started to toe off his shoe under the guise of shifting his weight like he was about to charge. Instead, he kicked out his leg and flung the shoe in Derek's direction, then jumped forward with a sweep of his leg meant to knock Derek's feet out from under him.

Derek tried to avoid Jarred strike out, but failed, so instead he grabbed Jarred and pulled the younger male down with him. Derek landing on his back with an oof and then quickly, using the fact that Jarred had to be thrown off balance, he flipped them over and pinned Jarred to the floor.

Jarred was so excited that his random fighting tactics worked, that he couldn't even think of reacting before he was dragged down with Derek. Before he could orient himself, he was pinned down. For a few seconds he struggled to turn the tables, but Derek was heavier and had the advantage. Jarred spit in his face instead. "I bet your having fun being on top."

Derek turned his head and grumbled, "Why must you spit? Why do people always spit?" He held down Jarred's shoulders as he said this, "Seriously, it's just gross."

"I've heard people say the same thing about sex. Really, it's just a matter of perspective," he said with a smirk. At this point, Jarred had completely given up on struggling. It had taken him a second to transfer out of fight mode. Or perhaps to a different fight mode, but he had a different goal in mind now.

"You seriously only think of one thing, don't you?" Derek scoffed down at Jarred, glaring at him a little bit. "Do you ever think with anything besides your dick?"

"And you don't think of yours?" Jarred countered. He considered himself perfectly in control despite being pinned down. Lazily licking his lips, he continued to smirk. He was enjoying that fact that Derek was obviously not considering changing their positions from something Jarred was enjoying. "Besides, it's not just my dick I think about."

Derek stared at Jarred, attempting to ignore various responding body parts that really did not need to be voicing their opinions at the moment. He leaned forward putting more weight onto Jarred's shoulders in what he was hoping would be a painful experience for the skinny hacker.

Jarred grunted slightly, but his grin only widened. He was obviously getting to Derek and the pain wasn't something Jarred was totally adverse to. Normally it wasn't his thing, but it must be something about Derek that made everything fun. Everything was a challenge, a clash with obstacles. Jarred was beginning to enjoy the obstacles more than the thought of the end goal.

So, hoping for a great reaction, Jarred leaned forward and crashed his lips against Derek's in a rough kiss. It was the only action he had available to him really. He would prefer to be the one doing the pinning in a situation like this. It wasn't aggressive enough for his liking, but result would probably be about the same.

Derek growled as Jarred's lips clashed into his. He immediately nipped down hard on Jarred's bottom lip, responding to the aggressiveness he could feel pouring of the man below him. He turned his head, keeping the kiss brutal, almost punishing.

Jarred groaned. He got exactly what he wanted, or close enough. Any reaction would have worked to his advantage, but this was his goal. He pressed his pelvis up against Derek's and pulled away enough to try to take back control of the kiss. He bit Derek's lip and tried to get his hands on the cop's belt.

Derek's hips jerked back in response to Jarred's as he let out another throaty growl opening his mouth to shove his tongue into Jarred's mouth. He reached down and grabbed Jarred's hand with and bringing them together held them above Jarred's head, taking control back away from the younger male.

Despite how great it would have been to undo Derek's belt, Jarred felt himself get hotter when Derek pinned his hands. "More," he growled before Derek took over control of the kiss again. Jarred wrapped his legs around Derek's waist, trying to get as close as possible to the other male. He wanted to scratch and bite, but the fact that he couldn't only drove him crazier.

Derek continued pressing into Jarred, holding his hands down with just that bit more pressure, reacting instinctively to the sounds and moves Jarred was making. It'd been far too long since he'd engaged, not only in any sexual interaction, but anything that could get this rough. He was completely turned on, but a voice in the back of it's head was making itself known more and more and that voice was screaming, "STOP."

Finally, that voice became to much and Derek removed his lips from Jarred's mouth, panting roughly, as he tried to through himself off, but found himself trapped by Jarred's leg. "Fuck." he muttered, "Shit. This is not good."