Chapter 9: Past the Garden Shed and Straight Ahead (J2, NC-17)
Fic title: Past the Garden Shed and Straight Ahead
Artist name: amberdreams
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: past domestic abuse, non explicit sex, sexual language, cussing, Chad
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Sunlight filtered through the gap in Jared’s curtains and he could feel the morning warmth on his bare chest. He stretched his aching, satisfied body and his skin felt only the tangled mess of sheets. He opened his eyes - he was in his bed alone. He sat up and noticed that Jensen’s clothes were gone. A glass of water and two advil rested on the nightstand beside him so he swallowed them down, closed his eyes and let himself fall back with a heavy whumpf. Jensen was gone. Sweet and considerate in every way he had sneaked out in compliance with Jared’s own rules. He should be grateful. Instead he felt selfish and lonely. His life was unfair, he was in limbo with no way of ending the uncertainty and disappointment.
It was a public holiday, he had nothing fun to do and nobody to share it with. He pulled the covers over his head and went back to sleep.
A loud hammering on the door woke him. Sunlight had faded to a late afternoon glow and the air in his room hung stale and heavy. He sniffed. Ugh. He was gross, his room was gross. The hammering continued. He hoped it wasn’t somebody from the Housing Association, because he was sure that he had earned at least one fine for noise, or antisocial behaviour with Jensen. He gave a happy groan, even as his limbs and ass protested his lazy stretching. It was worth it - even being bent over the balcony railing as Jensen reamed his ass - no, especially that.
“Jared!”
He recognized the voice. Chad. No point in worrying about appearances. He wrapped his sheet around himself and answered the door.
“Dude! I found out that Christian went out of town. I haven’t seen you since Thursday and you haven’t been answering your phone. What the hell? I’m supposed to be your wingman. You are supposed to check in with me.”
He slammed the door behind Chad. “I need coffee.”
Chad followed him to the kitchen. “And a shower.”
“You’re intrusive, you know that? I’m an adult. I turned off my phone because I was doing adult things.”
Chad crinkled his nose, “It smells like sex in here. Why does it smell of sex in your kitchen? Anyway, that was Saturday. It is now Monday.”
Jared ignored him until his brew was poured and a generous pile of sugar and creamer had been stirred into it. He offered the pot to Chad, then took a gulp and sighed contentedly, “I needed that.” He looked at Chad and the grin he wanted to give was lopsided because, in truth, he would rather it was Jensen in his kitchen, joshing him for his disgusting coffee habits. “Public holiday.” he explained, “We got a do-over. And It smells of sex everywhere .”
“Ugh! Jared! You lucky tramp! Christian was that good eh?” He picked up a scrap of paper from the counter and held it for Jared to see.
*I had an AMAZING time. Thank you. J*
Chad looked at it again. “His grammar sucks.”
“Christian couldn’t make our date.”Jared headed for the shower without elaborating.
Chad grabbed a soda from the fridge, made himself comfortable and continued the conversation. He had never understood boundaries.
“So you made off with some random person, to re-enact a porn movie, in your own home? Dude, you’ll be finding bunnies boiling on your stove.”
Jared ignored him. He let rivulets of tepid water cool his skin, and the lather of his lemon shampoo slid a treacherous path to erase the evidence of Jensen’s skilful body. He leaned his hand against the smooth cool tiles, but it couldn't bring back the moment Jensen had let go and screamed for “more”, “harder” and “yes,” there the day before. God! He needed to get his head straight before he saw him again. He needed to think.
He yelled an explanation over the steady drum of water, “It’s okay, Jensen filled in for him.”
“What!” Chad yelled, then fell uncharacteristically quiet.
He shut off the shower and toweled his hair. Chad remained ominously quiet.
Jared changed the subject, “How was your date with Jo?”
“Man, she made my favourite lamb curry for dinner and that thing she does with her hair, ungh!” Chad paused then,
“But?” asked Jared, as he shimmied into soft shorts,
“She also brought a magazine. You know, the sort with wedding dresses and flower arrangements.”
“You have been dating for over a year.”
“I’m only twenty six! We’re not the settling sort. I mean, you and me. The Lone Ranger and Tonto.”
“I dunno, Chad. Someone to come home to, somebody to share jokes and food and life in general with. Doesn’t seem too bad to me.”
Momentarily Chad fell silent, he seemed to be thinking. He regrouped quickly, “My friend Jared got replaced by an alien,” he declared. He switched channels until he found the football.
Finally fresh again, and with his bedding in the laundry Jared settled into a familiar routine - sports, chips and Chad. It was only when he was leaving that Chad dropped his bombshell, “I’ve changed our shifts tomorrow. We both know that Mrs. Fowler only employs us to ogle your ass. I’ll cover the Ackles place.”
“When did I make you the boss of me?” demanded Jared.
“This afternoon, when I realized that you have no idea what you have got yourself into with that man. Something’s not right with him and you need to be careful.”
“Um, adult here, and I do practice safe sex, y’know.”
“Well, do me a favor and cover me, because Mrs. Fowler always gets on my case and you can think things through. Ackles wanted you the moment he saw you. He offered you the sort of money we cannot make on any other contract, in minutes dude, literally minutes. You turned him down for a date and suddenly his brother, asks you out. When his brother mysteriously disappears, Jensen f*cking Ackles turns up, from nowhere. And you! You go all Fatal Attraction with him for the weekend. He’s a bunny boiler. Mark my words.”
“Wow. Say what you think why not, Chad? He’s a nice guy and you’re an idiot. But you know what? I will cover Mrs Fowler, because you’re right, I have a great ass and right now it is too sore to be climbing trees. I will put you on the orchard all week, then I’ll review our schedule.” Jared got some satisfaction from Chad’s pout - he hated being trussed up in a safety harness and Jared knew it. If the door slammed a little too hard behind his friend, it could be passed off as an accident.
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Artist name: amberdreams
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: past domestic abuse, non explicit sex, sexual language, cussing, Chad
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Sunlight filtered through the gap in Jared’s curtains and he could feel the morning warmth on his bare chest. He stretched his aching, satisfied body and his skin felt only the tangled mess of sheets. He opened his eyes - he was in his bed alone. He sat up and noticed that Jensen’s clothes were gone. A glass of water and two advil rested on the nightstand beside him so he swallowed them down, closed his eyes and let himself fall back with a heavy whumpf. Jensen was gone. Sweet and considerate in every way he had sneaked out in compliance with Jared’s own rules. He should be grateful. Instead he felt selfish and lonely. His life was unfair, he was in limbo with no way of ending the uncertainty and disappointment.
It was a public holiday, he had nothing fun to do and nobody to share it with. He pulled the covers over his head and went back to sleep.
A loud hammering on the door woke him. Sunlight had faded to a late afternoon glow and the air in his room hung stale and heavy. He sniffed. Ugh. He was gross, his room was gross. The hammering continued. He hoped it wasn’t somebody from the Housing Association, because he was sure that he had earned at least one fine for noise, or antisocial behaviour with Jensen. He gave a happy groan, even as his limbs and ass protested his lazy stretching. It was worth it - even being bent over the balcony railing as Jensen reamed his ass - no, especially that.
“Jared!”
He recognized the voice. Chad. No point in worrying about appearances. He wrapped his sheet around himself and answered the door.
“Dude! I found out that Christian went out of town. I haven’t seen you since Thursday and you haven’t been answering your phone. What the hell? I’m supposed to be your wingman. You are supposed to check in with me.”
He slammed the door behind Chad. “I need coffee.”
Chad followed him to the kitchen. “And a shower.”
“You’re intrusive, you know that? I’m an adult. I turned off my phone because I was doing adult things.”
Chad crinkled his nose, “It smells like sex in here. Why does it smell of sex in your kitchen? Anyway, that was Saturday. It is now Monday.”
Jared ignored him until his brew was poured and a generous pile of sugar and creamer had been stirred into it. He offered the pot to Chad, then took a gulp and sighed contentedly, “I needed that.” He looked at Chad and the grin he wanted to give was lopsided because, in truth, he would rather it was Jensen in his kitchen, joshing him for his disgusting coffee habits. “Public holiday.” he explained, “We got a do-over. And It smells of sex everywhere .”
“Ugh! Jared! You lucky tramp! Christian was that good eh?” He picked up a scrap of paper from the counter and held it for Jared to see.
*I had an AMAZING time. Thank you. J*
Chad looked at it again. “His grammar sucks.”
“Christian couldn’t make our date.”Jared headed for the shower without elaborating.
Chad grabbed a soda from the fridge, made himself comfortable and continued the conversation. He had never understood boundaries.
“So you made off with some random person, to re-enact a porn movie, in your own home? Dude, you’ll be finding bunnies boiling on your stove.”
Jared ignored him. He let rivulets of tepid water cool his skin, and the lather of his lemon shampoo slid a treacherous path to erase the evidence of Jensen’s skilful body. He leaned his hand against the smooth cool tiles, but it couldn't bring back the moment Jensen had let go and screamed for “more”, “harder” and “yes,” there the day before. God! He needed to get his head straight before he saw him again. He needed to think.
He yelled an explanation over the steady drum of water, “It’s okay, Jensen filled in for him.”
“What!” Chad yelled, then fell uncharacteristically quiet.
He shut off the shower and toweled his hair. Chad remained ominously quiet.
Jared changed the subject, “How was your date with Jo?”
“Man, she made my favourite lamb curry for dinner and that thing she does with her hair, ungh!” Chad paused then,
“But?” asked Jared, as he shimmied into soft shorts,
“She also brought a magazine. You know, the sort with wedding dresses and flower arrangements.”
“You have been dating for over a year.”
“I’m only twenty six! We’re not the settling sort. I mean, you and me. The Lone Ranger and Tonto.”
“I dunno, Chad. Someone to come home to, somebody to share jokes and food and life in general with. Doesn’t seem too bad to me.”
Momentarily Chad fell silent, he seemed to be thinking. He regrouped quickly, “My friend Jared got replaced by an alien,” he declared. He switched channels until he found the football.
Finally fresh again, and with his bedding in the laundry Jared settled into a familiar routine - sports, chips and Chad. It was only when he was leaving that Chad dropped his bombshell, “I’ve changed our shifts tomorrow. We both know that Mrs. Fowler only employs us to ogle your ass. I’ll cover the Ackles place.”
“When did I make you the boss of me?” demanded Jared.
“This afternoon, when I realized that you have no idea what you have got yourself into with that man. Something’s not right with him and you need to be careful.”
“Um, adult here, and I do practice safe sex, y’know.”
“Well, do me a favor and cover me, because Mrs. Fowler always gets on my case and you can think things through. Ackles wanted you the moment he saw you. He offered you the sort of money we cannot make on any other contract, in minutes dude, literally minutes. You turned him down for a date and suddenly his brother, asks you out. When his brother mysteriously disappears, Jensen f*cking Ackles turns up, from nowhere. And you! You go all Fatal Attraction with him for the weekend. He’s a bunny boiler. Mark my words.”
“Wow. Say what you think why not, Chad? He’s a nice guy and you’re an idiot. But you know what? I will cover Mrs Fowler, because you’re right, I have a great ass and right now it is too sore to be climbing trees. I will put you on the orchard all week, then I’ll review our schedule.” Jared got some satisfaction from Chad’s pout - he hated being trussed up in a safety harness and Jared knew it. If the door slammed a little too hard behind his friend, it could be passed off as an accident.
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