HOUSE OF BROKEN SOULS Part 5b
Warnings: This Chapter, none. Overall: Slash, sexually explicit content, graphic violence
The fiction includes a mental illness storyline. I am not qualified in mental health, everything I know about it is googled. It's fantasy folks, please don't shoot me though helpful criticism is always welcomed.
*Not real. The folks aren't mine. No damage intended.
“So it would really help out if you’d walk the dogs for me at lunchtimes.” Jared smiled encouragingly across the table. He knew he was being obvious. Hell, they’d only left the Doc’s office an hour earlier.
Caitlin made her, now familiar, ‘I may be crazy but I’m not an idiot’ eyes at the big man opposite her.
“Your mutts are uncontrollable.”
“They love you. They do everything you tell them to. It’s me they play up with.”
“That’s because you join in.”
“Well yeah. It’s fun.” He stuck his tongue out at her. The tension was leaving her shoulders and she was relaxing a little in the familiar surroundings of Harvelle’s Coffee House.
“I haven’t a clue where to take them, what to do.”
“We go together for 4, 5 days, work out a route. They don’t go far at lunchtimes. They’re big dogs Caitie. They won’t let anyone near you.”
She sighed. “I’ll try. Keep my seat warm I have to go powder my nose and say hi to Jo & Ellen.”
****
Jensen passed the door of Harvelle’s, then, remembered his mission for distraction. He stopped and backed up to examine the menu and take a look at the interior.
The list of coffees was impressive and it was cosy and welcoming inside. It was busy, customers raised a low murmur of conversation which could be heard above the soft piped music but it was the heady aroma of rich coffee and spices which drew Jensen inside.
Jared was slouched with an arm across the top of the diner seat, legs stretched under the table, facing toward the sidewalk when he saw the man with the walking stick. The cane seemed incongruous with the man. He was tall, but not as tall as Jared himself. Well who was? Probably in his late 20s or early 30s and well built in the muscular sense. His hair was short and dirty-golden, his eyes a vivid gold-flecked green. There were freckles across his nose and his mouth was, full, pink and obscenely perfect. Jared caught his breath and prayed that Harvelle’s coffee would entice him inside.
The willowy blonde waitress flicked her hair as she approached Jensen. She flashed a radiant smile and swung her hips. He looked about, trying to identify an empty table but they were all occupied.
“Well hi there, I’m Jo. If you can wait 5 minutes I’ll get you seated. Believe me everything here is worth waiting for.” She leaned forward showing a low cut shirt.
“Joanna Beth Harvelle! Give the gentleman some personal space.” The lady at the counter flicked her dark hair and glared at the younger woman. The young woman pouted sulkily and Jensen was tempted to laugh out loud. He decided not to because both women looked perfectly capable of kicking his ass.
Jared sat up straight as the man with the cane made his way into the coffee house and was accosted by Jo. The view from this new angle demonstrated just how well the guy’s jeans fitted and he let his gaze fall to admire the curve of his ass. He was starting to feel uncomfortably hot as he raised his face to see gold/green eyes, framed with impossibly long lashes’ staring back at him. The perfect pink mouth was twisted into a knowing and suggestive smirk.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Busted.
Well hell. No guts no glory. Jared dismissed his upper brain functions in favour of the more base instinct pooling at the base of his stomach. Caitlin was safe here with Ellen. His mind slipped into a familiar zone. “Hey Jo. Y’know we’re not using all this space. A man shouldn’t eat alone.” Jared looked up at the freckled face with his best puppy dog eyes through thick lashes and soft strands of hair. He spoke in a honey-deep growl.
“You should join me”
Jensen looked about for hound-walker’s girlfriend but there was no sign of her. The tall guy had not been subtle about checking him out and his expression was openly flirtatious. If he had any thoughts of caution they were scattered to the four winds by the smoldering eyes in that oh so perfect face. He nodded to Jo and slid onto a chair opposite the tall man.
“Dude, you gotta try the caramel latte. Are you having a meal or snack? I mean, man, it’s all good but the rocky road is to die for and if you ask nicely Ellen even keeps candies behind the counter. Yeah. OK mainly for me but” hound-walker finally took a breath
“I’m babbling aren’t I? I do that. Sorry man..... erm I’m Jared by the way.”
The taller man trailed off, suddenly awkward, a pink flush rising in his cheeks. Jensen thought the enthusiastic chatter and abrupt shyness was incredibly endearing in such a big and muscular man. He was about to introduce himself when Jo returned. Jared launched into his order, making suggestions for Jensen, arguing with himself about the best choices. Jensen’s mouth curled upwards as he let Jared take the lead.
****
Jane’s head felt like it had gone five rounds with Mike Tyson. The single-cubicle rest room was unfamiliar, frankly a little up-market from her usual joint. She had no idea how she’d got there. More importantly she couldn’t remember who she got there with. If anything was going to piss Alec off it would be losing her trick. She rinsed her face in cold water then searched the oddly prim bag for make-up. All she found was a light peach lipstick. She applied it thickly. Jane re-examined herself in the mirror, searching for clues. Her clothes were as conservative as her lipstick. There were no bruises on her face or body so she must have had a good week, turned enough tricks and pleased Alec.
The outfit wasn’t one she would normally wear, even at times when she wasn’t working. She undid her jeans then looked down her top. Her underwear was white cotton and practical so she was guessing her client had a good-girl kink. That fitted with the quiet coffee house setting.
Jane’s confusion wasn’t clearing so she figured it was time to be brazen, walk out into the diner and see who she recognised, failing that, work the room and see who claimed her.
Her brown eyes surveyed the room assessing the customers. She may have got lucky. There were four likely candidates, none of whom she recognized. The two tall guys at a central table were gorgeous, unlikely to require services of a cheap whore and into each other anyway. She glanced sideways as the shorter blonde one caught her eye and stared quizzically at her.
Jensen had worked ‘Vice’ long enough to spot a hooker snagging business.
Jane ignored him and sashayed, confident and oozing sexual availability, toward the remaining options. Bald sweaty guy was focussed on shovelling as much fried food into his mouth as possible. She brushed him lightly in passing murmuring a low lazy “Hi sugar.” He grunted, barely acknowledging her but moving his leg away from her.
So that left suit guy with his latte and New York Times.
****
“So how do you want your coffee dude?” Jared was asking but not getting a reply.
Jared swung his head around to see what was distracting his new friend. He hoped it wasn’t another, hotter guy.
“Fuck!” Jensen heard Jared swear.
In one fluid movement Jared propelled himself out of his seat. He crossed the room in three rapid strides, dodging tables and chairs. His eyes scanned tables and surfaces. A cheese knife and sharp cake knife lay idly on the sweet trolley beside single guy in suit and there were steak knives on several occupied tables. He reached into his pocket and fingered the packet of syringes he’d been given earlier. He didn’t want to do that, not here, but he was panicking as suit-guy turned to meet Caitlin's brown eyes, glowering as she propositioned him. Jared reached for her arm, grabbing just a little too tightly and swinging her about to face him just a little too fast.
She looked blankly at him, then her eyes flickered and he could see fear rising in them. She was spooked, she didn’t know him and she was in a public place with an abundance of knives. He forced himself to think calmly. He focused on being believable, forgetting everything but the task in hand. He leaned into her and breathed hotly on her cheek.
“Hey sweetie! I thought we were all paid up for the afternoon”
Jane blinked at the huge handsome man before her, wondering how her judgement was so flawed. He reached a large manicured hand toward her and she allowed him to fit it snugly over her own. Looking back at suit-guy Jane gave him a shit-eating grin and a sultry “Maybe another time Handsome.” She assumed a demure but sexy facade as Jared led her out of Harvelle’s.
“Mmm, so remind me of the plan lover boy” She undressed him with her eyes.
“Well” he said, growling and sexy “We decided we were going back to your place. We were going to get a little tied up and hot.” He lifted his tone to playful and reassuring.
“Oh.” She giggled, hoping to sound fake-innocent “but I’m such a good girl normally.”
Jensen was stunned. He sat alone trying to process the last 10 minutes. He’d met hound-walker whose name happened to be Jared. He had flirted with Jared and was damn sure Jared had come onto him, big-time. They’d started to place their order when Jared had leapt across the room, manhandled a female prostitute, then accompanied her from the building, mouthing promises of kinky sex.
What the Fuck?
Continued in part 6 here: anniespinkhouse.livejournal.com/2940.html
The fiction includes a mental illness storyline. I am not qualified in mental health, everything I know about it is googled. It's fantasy folks, please don't shoot me though helpful criticism is always welcomed.
*Not real. The folks aren't mine. No damage intended.
“So it would really help out if you’d walk the dogs for me at lunchtimes.” Jared smiled encouragingly across the table. He knew he was being obvious. Hell, they’d only left the Doc’s office an hour earlier.
Caitlin made her, now familiar, ‘I may be crazy but I’m not an idiot’ eyes at the big man opposite her.
“Your mutts are uncontrollable.”
“They love you. They do everything you tell them to. It’s me they play up with.”
“That’s because you join in.”
“Well yeah. It’s fun.” He stuck his tongue out at her. The tension was leaving her shoulders and she was relaxing a little in the familiar surroundings of Harvelle’s Coffee House.
“I haven’t a clue where to take them, what to do.”
“We go together for 4, 5 days, work out a route. They don’t go far at lunchtimes. They’re big dogs Caitie. They won’t let anyone near you.”
She sighed. “I’ll try. Keep my seat warm I have to go powder my nose and say hi to Jo & Ellen.”
****
Jensen passed the door of Harvelle’s, then, remembered his mission for distraction. He stopped and backed up to examine the menu and take a look at the interior.
The list of coffees was impressive and it was cosy and welcoming inside. It was busy, customers raised a low murmur of conversation which could be heard above the soft piped music but it was the heady aroma of rich coffee and spices which drew Jensen inside.
Jared was slouched with an arm across the top of the diner seat, legs stretched under the table, facing toward the sidewalk when he saw the man with the walking stick. The cane seemed incongruous with the man. He was tall, but not as tall as Jared himself. Well who was? Probably in his late 20s or early 30s and well built in the muscular sense. His hair was short and dirty-golden, his eyes a vivid gold-flecked green. There were freckles across his nose and his mouth was, full, pink and obscenely perfect. Jared caught his breath and prayed that Harvelle’s coffee would entice him inside.
The willowy blonde waitress flicked her hair as she approached Jensen. She flashed a radiant smile and swung her hips. He looked about, trying to identify an empty table but they were all occupied.
“Well hi there, I’m Jo. If you can wait 5 minutes I’ll get you seated. Believe me everything here is worth waiting for.” She leaned forward showing a low cut shirt.
“Joanna Beth Harvelle! Give the gentleman some personal space.” The lady at the counter flicked her dark hair and glared at the younger woman. The young woman pouted sulkily and Jensen was tempted to laugh out loud. He decided not to because both women looked perfectly capable of kicking his ass.
Jared sat up straight as the man with the cane made his way into the coffee house and was accosted by Jo. The view from this new angle demonstrated just how well the guy’s jeans fitted and he let his gaze fall to admire the curve of his ass. He was starting to feel uncomfortably hot as he raised his face to see gold/green eyes, framed with impossibly long lashes’ staring back at him. The perfect pink mouth was twisted into a knowing and suggestive smirk.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Busted.
Well hell. No guts no glory. Jared dismissed his upper brain functions in favour of the more base instinct pooling at the base of his stomach. Caitlin was safe here with Ellen. His mind slipped into a familiar zone. “Hey Jo. Y’know we’re not using all this space. A man shouldn’t eat alone.” Jared looked up at the freckled face with his best puppy dog eyes through thick lashes and soft strands of hair. He spoke in a honey-deep growl.
“You should join me”
Jensen looked about for hound-walker’s girlfriend but there was no sign of her. The tall guy had not been subtle about checking him out and his expression was openly flirtatious. If he had any thoughts of caution they were scattered to the four winds by the smoldering eyes in that oh so perfect face. He nodded to Jo and slid onto a chair opposite the tall man.
“Dude, you gotta try the caramel latte. Are you having a meal or snack? I mean, man, it’s all good but the rocky road is to die for and if you ask nicely Ellen even keeps candies behind the counter. Yeah. OK mainly for me but” hound-walker finally took a breath
“I’m babbling aren’t I? I do that. Sorry man..... erm I’m Jared by the way.”
The taller man trailed off, suddenly awkward, a pink flush rising in his cheeks. Jensen thought the enthusiastic chatter and abrupt shyness was incredibly endearing in such a big and muscular man. He was about to introduce himself when Jo returned. Jared launched into his order, making suggestions for Jensen, arguing with himself about the best choices. Jensen’s mouth curled upwards as he let Jared take the lead.
****
Jane’s head felt like it had gone five rounds with Mike Tyson. The single-cubicle rest room was unfamiliar, frankly a little up-market from her usual joint. She had no idea how she’d got there. More importantly she couldn’t remember who she got there with. If anything was going to piss Alec off it would be losing her trick. She rinsed her face in cold water then searched the oddly prim bag for make-up. All she found was a light peach lipstick. She applied it thickly. Jane re-examined herself in the mirror, searching for clues. Her clothes were as conservative as her lipstick. There were no bruises on her face or body so she must have had a good week, turned enough tricks and pleased Alec.
The outfit wasn’t one she would normally wear, even at times when she wasn’t working. She undid her jeans then looked down her top. Her underwear was white cotton and practical so she was guessing her client had a good-girl kink. That fitted with the quiet coffee house setting.
Jane’s confusion wasn’t clearing so she figured it was time to be brazen, walk out into the diner and see who she recognised, failing that, work the room and see who claimed her.
Her brown eyes surveyed the room assessing the customers. She may have got lucky. There were four likely candidates, none of whom she recognized. The two tall guys at a central table were gorgeous, unlikely to require services of a cheap whore and into each other anyway. She glanced sideways as the shorter blonde one caught her eye and stared quizzically at her.
Jensen had worked ‘Vice’ long enough to spot a hooker snagging business.
Jane ignored him and sashayed, confident and oozing sexual availability, toward the remaining options. Bald sweaty guy was focussed on shovelling as much fried food into his mouth as possible. She brushed him lightly in passing murmuring a low lazy “Hi sugar.” He grunted, barely acknowledging her but moving his leg away from her.
So that left suit guy with his latte and New York Times.
****
“So how do you want your coffee dude?” Jared was asking but not getting a reply.
Jared swung his head around to see what was distracting his new friend. He hoped it wasn’t another, hotter guy.
“Fuck!” Jensen heard Jared swear.
In one fluid movement Jared propelled himself out of his seat. He crossed the room in three rapid strides, dodging tables and chairs. His eyes scanned tables and surfaces. A cheese knife and sharp cake knife lay idly on the sweet trolley beside single guy in suit and there were steak knives on several occupied tables. He reached into his pocket and fingered the packet of syringes he’d been given earlier. He didn’t want to do that, not here, but he was panicking as suit-guy turned to meet Caitlin's brown eyes, glowering as she propositioned him. Jared reached for her arm, grabbing just a little too tightly and swinging her about to face him just a little too fast.
She looked blankly at him, then her eyes flickered and he could see fear rising in them. She was spooked, she didn’t know him and she was in a public place with an abundance of knives. He forced himself to think calmly. He focused on being believable, forgetting everything but the task in hand. He leaned into her and breathed hotly on her cheek.
“Hey sweetie! I thought we were all paid up for the afternoon”
Jane blinked at the huge handsome man before her, wondering how her judgement was so flawed. He reached a large manicured hand toward her and she allowed him to fit it snugly over her own. Looking back at suit-guy Jane gave him a shit-eating grin and a sultry “Maybe another time Handsome.” She assumed a demure but sexy facade as Jared led her out of Harvelle’s.
“Mmm, so remind me of the plan lover boy” She undressed him with her eyes.
“Well” he said, growling and sexy “We decided we were going back to your place. We were going to get a little tied up and hot.” He lifted his tone to playful and reassuring.
“Oh.” She giggled, hoping to sound fake-innocent “but I’m such a good girl normally.”
Jensen was stunned. He sat alone trying to process the last 10 minutes. He’d met hound-walker whose name happened to be Jared. He had flirted with Jared and was damn sure Jared had come onto him, big-time. They’d started to place their order when Jared had leapt across the room, manhandled a female prostitute, then accompanied her from the building, mouthing promises of kinky sex.
What the Fuck?
Continued in part 6 here: anniespinkhouse.livejournal.com/2940.html