Big Bang 2013: Have Hatred and Gravity Won - 19/19
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Part Nineteen
On Sunday, Jared had Jensen park the car in a wooded area just outside the town limits, then fitted him with a blindfold.
“Trust me.” Jared checked the blindfold and held Jensen’s hand. “The ground is a bit rough, watch your step.”
“Oh, very funny! Should I be grateful that we're not knee deep in mud?” In truth the blindfold didn't bother him as much as it should. Years of training and night exercises made him alert for sound and smells that gave a clue to where he was going. Jared wasn’t stealthy, his footfall was clear, crunching on sticks and undergrowth. In his world Jared would be dead already. The thought shocked Jensen, and he shook it off. He was no longer part of that world.
“Step to the left,” came Jared's helpful instruction, “There's a slight bank ahead.”
Sunshine lit spots through the blindfold, and leaves rustled in the wind. He heard birdsong and in the distance, the faint tinkle of water, maybe a stream or brook. Wherever they were going, Jensen thought it was a good day for it.
They stepped over a low barrier onto gravel which rattled underfoot, and they walked for a few hundred meters. There was a flap of wings overhead, a splash, and the unmistakable quack of ducks. Water - a lake or a river. Guessing the direction they'd walked, Jensen thought of the lake to one side of the river…in which case… “Jared! There was a direct path to this place wasn't there?”
Jared's laugh was infectious and unfettered. He pulled the blindfold off and turned Jensen around. In the distance Steve and Rachel walked away with a wave. Next to them, by the water, were two fishing stools, rods and tackle and the largest picnic basket Jensen thought he'd ever seen.
“I made sure there were frog hoppers for you,” Jared declared proudly, “So, this time you could try to catch something respectable.”
“Trout is a very respectable meal,” Jensen argued with a smile. “Wow, how did you arrange this?”
“Bargaining. I'm giving some math help to the kid who lent us the fishing gear. I have to go with Rachel on her next clothes shopping trip, and we're the roadies for Steve and Christian's next two gigs.”
Jensen felt the weight of the rods, and chose a reel and a hopper. “I thought Christian hated me.”
“He's fickle. He decided he needed to be friends when he realized how strong you are. He's already decided that you're unloading the speakers and amps.”
They sat, side by side, looking up into the sun. In the lake there was a 'plop', and water rippled on the surface. Jared snaked a hand behind Jensen and dropped a fishing hat on his head. “I don't want your delicate nose to burn.”
“We look like a pair of grumpy old men,” Jensen complained, but he let it be when Jared put a similar hat on his own head. Jared looked ridiculous, and relaxed, and beautiful.
“Yeah. I'd like that, grumpy and old together,” Jared mused fondly.
“I'll be old and gray haired, when you still want to party. What happens then?”
“I'll buy you a wheelchair and feed you Viagra, and you'll still kick ass.”
“Hey!” Jensen chuckled, “I only said gray haired. There will be no Viagra needed!” Their hats bumped together as Jensen ducked in for a kiss.
Jared set up his own rod, and cast out. He let the line out gradually and allowed his lure to drag near the bottom of the lake. He looked over to Jensen's little neon-pink frog bouncing on the surface. “You never needed any help with fishing did you?”
Jensen had the tact to look guilty, “No, but I do like it when you help me with my rod.” His grin was pure filth.
“Maybe we'll do that tonight. I brought soda rather than beer, so you can't refuse to debauch me.”
They sat by the lake, in quiet companionship. Leaves floated languidly on the water and birds darted low, to snatch flies by the surface. There was a faraway drone of cars on the highway, and high in the sky, jet planes left fluffy white trails, without a sound. It was as if time stopped around them, and the peace of it took every worry from them for a while.
As the sun set in an orange glow, they packed up their rods, and reels and lures. They put back the four fish they caught, and none of them were prize weights, but it was still a perfect day.
In the evening they cuddled on the sofa, put a movie on, and made out lazily.
When the credits went up, Jensen sat and reached for the daily newspaper, still pristine and folded. He had hidden his own surprise all day, and was excited to reveal it to Jared. “I called in some favors for you too, baby boy.” He turned to the second page and gave it to Jared to read.
MOROCCAN POLICE GUN DOWN JARED PADALECKI
DNA Test Confirms Identity of Dead Man.
Jared swallowed hard, and his voice trembled as he spoke, “Oh! I'm dead.” It wasn't as joyful as Jensen hoped, but he hadn't considered the 'I'm dead aspect.” Jensen's own identity had died so many times, he rarely considered it. Jared looked into Jensen's face and Jensen could almost see the cogs of his mind turning. “Does this mean I can go to my own funeral?”
“Already cremated,” Jensen declared proudly, “No loose ends.”
Jared was still thinking. Jensen recognized his thinking face. “Jensen, somebody got shot and killed.”
“And now, everyone believes it was you. You're safe. Nobody is ever going to come after you.”
Jared still wasn't overjoyed, and now Jensen was getting anxious. “I did it for you.” He reached for his hand, and held it for his own reassurance.
“Who was he?” The hazel of Jared's eyes acquired a steely glint.
“He was someone who was going to die anyway. It was quick.”
Jared rubbed a huge sweaty palm over his face. When it came away, there was a softer expression on his face. He put Jensen's hand to his mouth and kissed his fingers. “My daddy. You always save me.” Jensen chose to ignore Jared's added, “In the oddest ways.”
Jensen gave a sigh of relief, “Anything for you.”
Jared changed the subject. “We should go to bed.”
The temporary repair to the bed was sturdy enough for their most energetic love-making but it rocked and thumped on the floor. The neighbor in the downstairs apartment battered the ceiling in protest. After, when they were exhausted, and lying in each others' arms, Jensen stared down at the floor, “I'm getting fed up with that guy and his broom.”
Jared nuzzled into his neck and licked his shoulder. “Do me a favor,”
Jensen kissed the top of his head, “Anything.”
“No more old contacts, no calling in favors, and leave the neighbor alone. It's Jensen Ackles and Jared Singer.”
Jensen wasn't sure if Jared was amused or exasperated with him. “No more favors, and I promise to leave the neighbors alone.” Jensen repeated solemnly. He let Jared burrow close, and let it soothe him. His fingertips traced the declaration of Jared's possession, on his own face. JP, Jared's. This was who he was, and where he belonged, to protect, to nurture and to love his boy. He was home.
Jared let the shared heat of their naked bodies soothe him. His eyes lingered on the curves and details of his lover's body, and he imagined a twelve year old boy whose life had been shattered into pieces. He wondered how it was, that it was Jensen who made him whole. They had a future together. It was time they both let go of the past.
Jared closed his eyes, to sleep. He was safe in the arms of his protector, his daddy and his lover. He knew that Jensen would kill for him, and who wouldn't want that?
~end~
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Part Nineteen
On Sunday, Jared had Jensen park the car in a wooded area just outside the town limits, then fitted him with a blindfold.
“Trust me.” Jared checked the blindfold and held Jensen’s hand. “The ground is a bit rough, watch your step.”
“Oh, very funny! Should I be grateful that we're not knee deep in mud?” In truth the blindfold didn't bother him as much as it should. Years of training and night exercises made him alert for sound and smells that gave a clue to where he was going. Jared wasn’t stealthy, his footfall was clear, crunching on sticks and undergrowth. In his world Jared would be dead already. The thought shocked Jensen, and he shook it off. He was no longer part of that world.
“Step to the left,” came Jared's helpful instruction, “There's a slight bank ahead.”
Sunshine lit spots through the blindfold, and leaves rustled in the wind. He heard birdsong and in the distance, the faint tinkle of water, maybe a stream or brook. Wherever they were going, Jensen thought it was a good day for it.
They stepped over a low barrier onto gravel which rattled underfoot, and they walked for a few hundred meters. There was a flap of wings overhead, a splash, and the unmistakable quack of ducks. Water - a lake or a river. Guessing the direction they'd walked, Jensen thought of the lake to one side of the river…in which case… “Jared! There was a direct path to this place wasn't there?”
Jared's laugh was infectious and unfettered. He pulled the blindfold off and turned Jensen around. In the distance Steve and Rachel walked away with a wave. Next to them, by the water, were two fishing stools, rods and tackle and the largest picnic basket Jensen thought he'd ever seen.
“I made sure there were frog hoppers for you,” Jared declared proudly, “So, this time you could try to catch something respectable.”
“Trout is a very respectable meal,” Jensen argued with a smile. “Wow, how did you arrange this?”
“Bargaining. I'm giving some math help to the kid who lent us the fishing gear. I have to go with Rachel on her next clothes shopping trip, and we're the roadies for Steve and Christian's next two gigs.”
Jensen felt the weight of the rods, and chose a reel and a hopper. “I thought Christian hated me.”
“He's fickle. He decided he needed to be friends when he realized how strong you are. He's already decided that you're unloading the speakers and amps.”
They sat, side by side, looking up into the sun. In the lake there was a 'plop', and water rippled on the surface. Jared snaked a hand behind Jensen and dropped a fishing hat on his head. “I don't want your delicate nose to burn.”
“We look like a pair of grumpy old men,” Jensen complained, but he let it be when Jared put a similar hat on his own head. Jared looked ridiculous, and relaxed, and beautiful.
“Yeah. I'd like that, grumpy and old together,” Jared mused fondly.
“I'll be old and gray haired, when you still want to party. What happens then?”
“I'll buy you a wheelchair and feed you Viagra, and you'll still kick ass.”
“Hey!” Jensen chuckled, “I only said gray haired. There will be no Viagra needed!” Their hats bumped together as Jensen ducked in for a kiss.
Jared set up his own rod, and cast out. He let the line out gradually and allowed his lure to drag near the bottom of the lake. He looked over to Jensen's little neon-pink frog bouncing on the surface. “You never needed any help with fishing did you?”
Jensen had the tact to look guilty, “No, but I do like it when you help me with my rod.” His grin was pure filth.
“Maybe we'll do that tonight. I brought soda rather than beer, so you can't refuse to debauch me.”
They sat by the lake, in quiet companionship. Leaves floated languidly on the water and birds darted low, to snatch flies by the surface. There was a faraway drone of cars on the highway, and high in the sky, jet planes left fluffy white trails, without a sound. It was as if time stopped around them, and the peace of it took every worry from them for a while.
As the sun set in an orange glow, they packed up their rods, and reels and lures. They put back the four fish they caught, and none of them were prize weights, but it was still a perfect day.
In the evening they cuddled on the sofa, put a movie on, and made out lazily.
When the credits went up, Jensen sat and reached for the daily newspaper, still pristine and folded. He had hidden his own surprise all day, and was excited to reveal it to Jared. “I called in some favors for you too, baby boy.” He turned to the second page and gave it to Jared to read.
MOROCCAN POLICE GUN DOWN JARED PADALECKI
DNA Test Confirms Identity of Dead Man.
Jared swallowed hard, and his voice trembled as he spoke, “Oh! I'm dead.” It wasn't as joyful as Jensen hoped, but he hadn't considered the 'I'm dead aspect.” Jensen's own identity had died so many times, he rarely considered it. Jared looked into Jensen's face and Jensen could almost see the cogs of his mind turning. “Does this mean I can go to my own funeral?”
“Already cremated,” Jensen declared proudly, “No loose ends.”
Jared was still thinking. Jensen recognized his thinking face. “Jensen, somebody got shot and killed.”
“And now, everyone believes it was you. You're safe. Nobody is ever going to come after you.”
Jared still wasn't overjoyed, and now Jensen was getting anxious. “I did it for you.” He reached for his hand, and held it for his own reassurance.
“Who was he?” The hazel of Jared's eyes acquired a steely glint.
“He was someone who was going to die anyway. It was quick.”
Jared rubbed a huge sweaty palm over his face. When it came away, there was a softer expression on his face. He put Jensen's hand to his mouth and kissed his fingers. “My daddy. You always save me.” Jensen chose to ignore Jared's added, “In the oddest ways.”
Jensen gave a sigh of relief, “Anything for you.”
Jared changed the subject. “We should go to bed.”
The temporary repair to the bed was sturdy enough for their most energetic love-making but it rocked and thumped on the floor. The neighbor in the downstairs apartment battered the ceiling in protest. After, when they were exhausted, and lying in each others' arms, Jensen stared down at the floor, “I'm getting fed up with that guy and his broom.”
Jared nuzzled into his neck and licked his shoulder. “Do me a favor,”
Jensen kissed the top of his head, “Anything.”
“No more old contacts, no calling in favors, and leave the neighbor alone. It's Jensen Ackles and Jared Singer.”
Jensen wasn't sure if Jared was amused or exasperated with him. “No more favors, and I promise to leave the neighbors alone.” Jensen repeated solemnly. He let Jared burrow close, and let it soothe him. His fingertips traced the declaration of Jared's possession, on his own face. JP, Jared's. This was who he was, and where he belonged, to protect, to nurture and to love his boy. He was home.
Jared let the shared heat of their naked bodies soothe him. His eyes lingered on the curves and details of his lover's body, and he imagined a twelve year old boy whose life had been shattered into pieces. He wondered how it was, that it was Jensen who made him whole. They had a future together. It was time they both let go of the past.
Jared closed his eyes, to sleep. He was safe in the arms of his protector, his daddy and his lover. He knew that Jensen would kill for him, and who wouldn't want that?
~end~
Thank you for reading. Comments are loved.