Smoke & Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder [21/?]
Master post.
If you haven't seen them yet, may I also suggest you go look at the arts that bloody_adorable posted on the comm? I'm flailing now just THINKING about that Jared one. NOM.
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (21/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 6,629
Summary: AU. Jared's a classic case of rich kid gone wrong, whose only sense of family comes from his motorbike, the guy he rents a garage from to live in and the precinct cops who know his face better than most already. Jensen's a hard-working student whose family are helping push him towards great things. What happens when their two worlds collide, and will Jared's troublesome nature be too much for Jensen to handle?
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
He didn't know what the song was.
He didn't care. The alcohol and adrenaline in his system had fused and were throttling through his bloodstream like Bonnie and Clyde on a furious crime spree. He giggled to himself at the thought of Bonnie and Clyde speeding through his veins in a miniature archaic car, and took another swallow of beer.
He didn't know what the song was, and he didn't care. He just wanted to dance.
Bobbing his head, Jensen looked over at Chris. He held his beer bottle up to him, new blonde highlights reflecting the flashing party lights of pink, blue, green and yellow. The disco ball that hung from the center of the ceiling sparkled and cast flashes of light over the walls. Chris watched Jensen dance around in place, looking utterly ridiculous. "Christ, he's pleased with himself," he laughed.
From behind, Dani put her arms around Chris's waist. She rested her chin at his shoulder, snuggling in close. "He has a right to be," she said, speaking over the loud music. "He just kicked Freeman's ass."
Chris laughed, reaching around to touch her, his hand squeezing gently at her backside. "I know an ass I'd like to kiss."
She giggled at him, shaking her head. "Kick, Kane," she repeated. "Kick. But maybe you'll get your shot."
He leaned back so that he could give her a kiss, albeit awkward. "Promises, promises." He looked over at Jensen, who was still mouthing the words to the song and bouncing to the beat. "Come on, Queen of the Hour," he called to him, teasing. "Let's get home. I’m halfway to drunk and you’re already there."
"Oh, come on!" Jensen called back. "You haven't even danced with me!"
"Why the hell would I dance with you?" Chris mocked, although he stepped closer. "I already got a girl to dance with!"
"Ha, ha!" Jensen returned. He put his arms around Chris's neck and tried to pull him out further into the writhing crowds. The house was still packed, regardless of the late hour and the fact that there had already been a fight. Everyone was still feeling good.
"Go on," Dani said, patting Chris's backside. "I'll run up and get the keys and coats."
Chris twisted out of Jensen's grasp, for the most part, and leaned down to give Dani a kiss. Before he could, however, Jensen hauled on him, his hands clamped around Chris's wrists. "Come on," he said.
Chris kept trying, lips puckered in an attempt to reach her from afar. Dani was of no help, just giggling at them until Chris finally managed to lurch closer to give her a quick kiss before being yanked out onto the floor with Jensen. "What the hell is this?" Chris asked, watching Jensen move. "You never dance."
"I've got some pretty awesome moves, baby," Jensen grinned.
Chris laughed at him. "Jared's been good for you," he nodded as they danced around the room. "You never would have done this before. And you sure as hell never would have punched Doug in the face like that."
Biting at his bottom lip, Jensen danced, making Chris laugh harder. "I think I'm good for him, too," he said loudly over the bass of the music. "But know what?"
"What?"
Jensen put his arms around Chris's neck again and bumped foreheads with him. "You're still my best friend."
Chris smiled and let them share the close proximity, not caring if anyone else saw them. "Can't be," he said. "'Cause you're mine."
"Freak," Jensen teased, straightening again.
"Queen."
A few minutes later, Dani had said her goodbyes and gathered their coats and the keys to the car. They had all drank, but she was by far the least drunk of them all. She piled them into the car, warding off Chris's advances (for the time being) and drove to the little house with the chaotic garage that Jeffrey and Jared lived in.
"Here you go, big man," Chris announced, getting out of the passenger side of the car. He moved the seat forward so that Jensen could stagger out, clutching at Chris to steady himself. "You're so fucking drunk."
Jensen laughed with him, snorting slightly as he chuckled. "Shuddup," he said, weaving for a moment. "I'm not as you."
Chris laughed harder. "What?"
"I don't know, go away," he snickered.
"Go kiss your hunky boyfriend," Chris told him. "He's not as hunky as me though."
"Foxy lay-deh!" Jensen suddenly shouted in a high-pitched voice.
"Call me later, Foxy," he said. "We'll pick a night to do a movie."
"Yep!" He left Chris at the car and walked up the driveway. He slipped through the front door and stumbled through the kitchen, backtracking enough to snag a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He opened the door that led to the garage and stepped down the stairs.
Jared was on the sofa, watching television. A bag of microwave popcorn sat beside him. He turned when he heard Jensen walk into the garage, and stopped in mid-chew. Jensen was standing by the garage door, chugging a plastic bottle of water. He looked different than he had when he left, and Jared knew it wasn’t only because of the alcohol the young man had consumed. "Jesus Christ on a pogo stick," Jared breathed.
Jensen snickered as he blindly tossed the water bottle aside. He moved to stand before Jared, as if for approval. "Good evening," he said, bowing slightly.
"You're drunk."
He nodded. "A little."
"What the hell happened to your hair?"
Jensen reached up, suddenly remembering what had been done before the big party. "Oh, Dani," he said, using his fingers to comb his hair down. "She's studying coms-tology. She did it. Wanted practice."
"You're blonde."
"I've always been blonde."
"Not that blonde."
"You don't like it?"
"You look gay."
Jensen set a hand to his mouth, mocking. "Well, that's scand-lous and certainly untrue," he said. "Lucky for you, I'll make an exception."
Jared smiled, shaking his head. "You didn't pay for it, did you?"
"You don't like it."
Jensen had actually looked upset. Jared shook his head in apology, smiling a little. "I didn't say that," he said. "It's just...different."
Jensen went down to his knees onto the sofa cushions, crawling closer to Jared. He tried to bypass the bag of popcorn and ended up spilling most of it. He waited for Jared to move it and then straddled the man, sitting down upon Jared's lap. "Guess what?"
Legs stretched out and feet propped up on the coffee table, Jared looked up at Jensen. "You've decided you’re gay now?" He hooked his thumbs into the back waistband of Jensen’s jeans, fingers dangling down to the young man’s back pockets.
"Nope."
"What, then?"
"I did it."
"Did what, Nancy?"
He ignored the tease and kept right on talking. "I hit him," Jensen nodded. "Right across the damn jaw. He mouthed off and Chris was off talking somewhere so he called me a fag and then I popped 'im one. He went down like… Like a sacka shit."
"Chris?"
"No. Doug."
Jared looked a little surprised at first, and then laughed aloud. "You punched Doug?"
Jensen nodded, proud.
"Did you knock him out?"
Giggling, Jensen shook his head. "No," he answered. "But he got a fat lip. Mark Monelli said that there was a big purple bruise too. I didn’t see it, 'cause they pulled me off of him and then he lef'."
Jared set his hands at Jensen's sides and shook him, making a proud whooping sound. "They had to pull you off him!" he declared. "And I fucking missed it?"
"Yeah, but I didn't," he told him. "I was there the whole time."
"Good thing," Jared chuckled.
"And now," Jensen said, pulling off his jacket and wriggling out of his Teeshirt. "I want some sex."
That declaration made Jared laugh boisterously. "You're going to pass out before you get it."
"Maybe," he shrugged, "but we can at least have a good time until then." He smiled brighter as he leaned in closer to Jared, closing his eyes just before their mouths met. He felt Jared kiss him back, tongues intertwining in a wet, warm display of affection. Jared's arms tightened on him, hands brushing up and down along Jensen's spine, slipping underneath the waist of Jensen's jeans.
Straightening, Jensen looked down at Jared, glancing across his face for a moment or two.
Jared watched him, wondering what the other man was thinking of. He kept his head leant back against the back of the sofa, his gaze matching Jensen's. Finally, Jensen leaned down and placed gentle, nipping kisses to Jared's throat, moving downward even further. His back bowed as he bent to take one of the nipple rings in his mouth, his fingers first tracing the shape of the pink flesh.
Closing his eyes, Jared lifted his head and set his chin against the top of Jensen's head. Jensen was a little more forward when he had a drop of alcohol in him, but it was like what Jared had said about the new hair: it wasn't worse or better, just different. He moaned into Jensen's hair and let the chills flash across his tattooed skin.
Morning arrived far too early. Well, to be honest, it was afternoon. Jensen didn't realize that though as he arose gingerly from the bed up in the loft, his hair standing on end and his freshly tattooed ankle itching like a bitch. With one eye closed, he made his way down the ladder, stumbled across the garage and lurched into the kitchen through the side door. He thought he saw Jared out of the corner of his open eye, but he didn't turn towards him. He made his way to the cupboard, got a tumbler from inside and poured himself a glass of water from the tap.
"Morning, Sunshine," Jared said cheerfully.
After swallowing his water, Jensen turned and looked at Jared, his one eye still closed. His head throbbed and his mouth tasted like cat shit. Not that he'd ever tasted cat shit, but he was pretty sure that's what it was comparable to. "Must you yell?" he asked, voice as scruffy as his face.
Jared laughed and stepped closer to him, kissing Jensen's cheek. He ignored the wince of pain as Jensen tried to back away from him. "What do you think, Blonde Bombshell?" he teased. "You going to be feelin' better by tonight?"
With both eyes open now, at least, Jensen sat down at the kitchen island, balancing precariously on the bar stool. "Nothing is going up my ass tonight, Jared."
Jared laughed, making Jensen wince again. "Jesus, aren't you a fuckload of hangover fun?" he declared. "I wasn't talking about that, if you must know."
Jensen concentrated on his glass of water, peering into it like it was the next novel by Stephen King. "Then, what?"
Moving closer, Jared pressed a kiss to Jensen's shoulder. "We're going out clubbing tonight."
Rather annoyed, and terribly grumpy, Jensen looked up at the man. "Are you certifiable?" he asked. "I'm so hungover, I'll be feeling like this for the rest of my life."
Chuckling, Jared shook his head. "You won't," he assured him. "I have the perfect cure anyway." He saw Jensen eye him again and laughed louder. "Not that. Though, I certainly wouldn't turn down any action."
"Go figure," Jensen snarled.
Jared moved from the island, rooting through the refrigerator for a second and producing a large plastic fast food chain drinks cup. He grabbed a McDonald's bag that Jensen hadn't noticed sitting on the counter, and set both in front of him.
"There. Eat, drink," Jared told him. "Be merry."
Jensen eyed the cola and peered into the bag, finding a large stack of french fries. "You can't be serious."
Jared shrugged. "Read it in a book once," he said. "Tried it, and it worked like a charm." He turned on his heel and headed off towards the garage again. Now that Jensen was up, he could work on the Ducati.
"You read?" Jensen called after him, trying to ignore the sharp pain in his head when he spoke above a gruff whisper.
The soda was still cold from the fridge, and the fries were mostly warm. Jensen didn't really care to eat, so he started out with one fry and a sip of soda. After a while, he noticed that over half the fries were gone, and the only thing left in the plastic cup was ice. And he felt pretty decent, considering. He finished off the fries, three and four at a time, and headed towards the bathroom. He showered, shaved and tightened the towel around his waist. He examined his blonde hair, frowning and telling himself that it would fade, or at least grow long enough to cut off. Already, it looked a shade darker, but the ends were still near-white. He reminded himself to thank Dani next time he saw her, even though he hated it. He'd felt worse about how he'd reacted to the bleach job than anything else.
Ambling down the stairs, Jensen raked his fingers through his hair again, sniffling loudly through his nose. His headache was still there, but not nearly as bad as before. His sick stomach was mostly gone; at least he didn't feel like horking up what he'd just eaten.
"Wow, look at you, Fancypants!"
Startled, Jensen turned in the direction the woman's voice had come from. He saw Stevie standing in the kitchen. A paper bag rested upon the kitchen island and a couple of canned goods were clutched in her hands.
"Mis-ses Kilworth," he stammered, alarmed.
She giggled and stowed the cans in one of the cupboards. "I told you, Jensen," she returned. "You can call me Stevie when we're not in school."
He was torn between crossing his arms over his naked chest, or perhaps latching a fist over where the towel was folded closed. He hadn't been that naked in front of a woman since his mother gave him a bath nearly thirteen years ago. "Okay," he nodded, opting to drape one hand across his chest, the other resting at the fold in the towel.
"Relax, Jensen," she said, peeking over at him as she took a stalk of plastic-wrapped celery out of the bag. "You haven't got anything I haven't already seen before."
But you haven't seen mine, he thought to himself. "Right." He watched her put the celery in the refrigerator and inched closer to the garage door.
"I like the hair," she continued, straightening and moving back to the grocery bag.
He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair again. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," she nodded. She took out a box of cereal and a package of blood-red steaks. "Who did it for you?"
"My best friend’s girlfriend," he answered. "She wanted practice for her cosmotology class. What are you doing here?"
"Oh, Jeffrey had to run into work really quick, but he asked me to get some stuff for a meal tonight," she explained. "How about it? You and Jared going to be there?"
Jensen didn't say anything in return at first. His stomach twisted into a knot when he thought of Jared, unsure if the man would be willing to spend time with Stevie just yet. And as if on cue, Jared burst into the house from the side door. Jensen quickly turned to face him, a startled look in his eyes.
"You look like you're feeling better, Blondie," Jared smiled. He stopped short when he saw Stevie in the kitchen. His smile faded and his eyes grew darker with anger. "Where's Jeff?"
Stevie looked aplogetic, wishing that she and Jared could come to some sort of common ground. "He's off at work for a few minutes," she said. "He said something about having to check the gas numbers and log them or something. I don't know."
Jared nodded, glancing her up and down.
"We're going to have a little indoor grill-out later," she smiled sweetly. "It'd sure be nice if you and Jensen ate with us."
"Like the perfect little family?" Jared asked, a sneer to his words.
"Jay." Jensen's voice was a gentle reprimand, and Jared knew it.
He looked over at Jensen, casting his eyes down to the floor for a moment in apology. He nodded and looked back over at Stevie. "We'll see," he said. "We're going out tonight."
Stevie nodded. "Okay," she agreed. "And if you do come to dinner, there's something I'd like to talk to you about."
Jared stood there, looking at her, and Jensen was pretty sure the man wanted to glare. Instead, he only nodded his head at her comment and took hold of Jensen's wrist. Jensen let Jared pull him into the garage, going with him willingly. He was headed that way anyway.
"Well, you handled that brilliantly," Jensen smirked, wanting to roll his eyes.
"Did I kill her?" Jared spat.
Frowning, Jensen shook his head. "No."
"Then it went amazingly well." Moving over to the Ducati again, Jared started working. Jensen knew it was just so that he could be left alone, to work out what anger had bubbled up inside of him upon seeing Stevie again. "Don't ask too much of me, Jen."
Jensen’s eyelashes fluttered as he fought off the urge to roll his eyes again. He sighed and climbed up the ladder to get dressed for the day, what was left of it.
Jensen blinked. This was definitely not the kind of place he had expected when Jared had suggested they go to a club. "Sunday night, Jen. All the cool kids are doing it." Jensen had bitten his lip and refrained from reminding Jared that he was not a cool kid, because he knew the other man would argue. Besides, he liked going out with Jared. It made him feel different, and protected. Like he could forget his regular life and self even more and pretend he was someone with a different life altogether.
He wondered if he'd be able to do that here. He knew the club's name thanks to his brother. This was a college hangout; he doubted anybody in there would be above the age of 25 and, by the same token, suspected there would be plenty in there who really weren't old enough to be. At least he wouldn't be the odd one out in that respect.
Jared nudged against his elbow then and tilted his head towards the doorway. "We going in or are we just going to stand out here looking at it?"
Jensen nodded, reluctantly following Jared up to the door. His looks, charm and tough manner got them both into the club without a problem and as soon as they were inside and the door closed behind them again, Jensen felt bass invade his body. The metal stairway vibrated under his feet and the ends of his fingers tingled with the volume of it. Jared walked straight to the bar like he owned the place and got them both a cold beer. Jensen tipped his back in three long gulps, feeling like this wouldn't be a bad experience if he was just slightly toasted for it. Jared drank his a little bit slower, but not by much.
They left the empty bottles on the bar and then Jared grabbed Jensen by the hand and started pulling him back into the crowd of moving bodies. "Oh no, no wait! If you think I'm dancing-"
"If you think you're not, Jensen? You're sorely mistaken." Jared turned to face him and put one hand around the side of his hip, tugging him in nice and close. Jensen stared up at him for a long moment before Jared bent his head and pressed their mouths together, his hand moving up and raking through Jensen's short hair. Nearby, someone wolf-whistled at them and Jensen was just about lost until someone shoved at him from behind and he stumbled into Jared.
"Gay club's next state along," someone snarled, a couple of people voicing their disapproval at his attack. Jared ignored him, although Jensen's eyes were wide with the familiar fear and he was pulling at Jared's shirt, hoping he might just drop it. They could have a good time without being obvious. Unfortunately, Jared didn't seem to agree. He just gathered Jensen in even tighter and ran his hands down Jensen's back, hooking his fingers into the back pockets of the younger man's combats.
He leaned down, kissed against Jensen's ear. Whispered, "You are so fucking hot right now."
Jensen stumbled again as he was pushed once more and this time Jared took notice. He moved Jensen aside and reached out one arm, getting hold of the guy's shirt. "You got a fucking problem?"
The guy shrugged him off, got into a fighting stance. All hunched up and trying to make himself look bigger. "Yeah, my problem is I don't need to see you and your faggot boyfriend making out. I want that I'll go to a fucking gay bar."
"Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out."
"Real sweet, asshole. Thing is, we just don't like your type around here."
"Funny, you're the only one decided to say something about it."
"Maybe I'm the only one with any balls."
"Or maybe you're the only one who's stupid enough to pick a fight about it." Jared took a step closer, easily towering over the other man, and ignored Jensen's hand on his arm. "You touch him again, or say anything to me, you really are going to have a fucking problem." He poked the guy square in the chest, hard. "We clear?"
"You fuckin-"
Jared didn't let him finish. He just lifted his arm and swung his fist at the guy's face, knocking him off his feet. The guy fell back, people moving out of the way as he hit the floor, and clutched at his cheek. "Warned you."
The people around them cheered Jared on and when the guy from the door came over to see what was going on, a couple of girls intercepted and told him the guy had been bothering them and that the man in the black shirt had just been standing up for them.
The bouncer nodded and helped the young man to his feet, surprisingly lacking any of his previous bravado. Jared thanked the girls once he was out of earshot and then turned to find Jensen was watching him, all wariness and nerves. He cursed inwardly.
"Jen, I'm sorry. I know I promised, but that guy-"
"It's okay. Maybe we should go somewhere else?"
"No-one else here gives a shit. And besides, I like the music in here." Jensen just raised an eyebrow at that. He'd never had Jared down as being the type to enjoy this speaker-breaking, bass-heavy dance music. "You wanta dance now?"
"Told you I couldn't."
"And I don't necessarily mean the kind of dancing you're thinking of..."
Jared grinned, dragging Jensen to him until their bodies were flush with one another. He kissed him, once, then took a step back and lifted his arms above his head as he pulled his shirt off and hooked it over his belt. The weight of it made his pants ride even lower and Jensen tried to resist the urge to do something indecent when he got a look at the tattoo on Jared's hip. "Your turn," Jared told him. Jensen bit his lip, but unfastened the buttons of his shirt and concentrated on Jared groaning his appreciation as he slid it over his shoulders and off. "Oh, fuck, yes..."
Jensen's shirt was discarded on the floor and he knew he wouldn't see it again. He couldn't bring himself to care, however, because Jared was now running his fingers the length of Jensen's spine, making him shiver.
He was still nervous, and couldn't help but look around to see if anyone was looking at them again. But it seemed like no one cared. The hubbub was over with, and everyone had gone back to their own little worlds.
Jared set his hands to Jensen's hips. "You're not moving."
"What?"
"Moving. You're not moving."
He swallowed, feeling rather claustrophobic. "No, Jared," he began. "You know, I'm not feeling much like dancing. Can we go?"
Jared wasn't about to let him out of this. It would be good for him. Leaning down, he spoke into Jensen's ear, his voice just loud enough for him to hear. "Just move with me," he told him. "Like you did the other night. Remember what I was doing to you?"
Jensen's eyes closed and a shiver slithered down his spine. He felt Jared's hand slip into one of his front pockets, gently guiding him to the beat of the music. Their hips brushed up against each other's. He looked down to see Jared's thigh between his, and felt another spark blaze through him.
"There..That's it.." Jensen had to agree. His body agreed too, as he felt his dick start to stiffen in response to Jared's movements. To distract himself from what Jared was doing to him, he decided it was time to retaliate in kind. Jensen dipped his head slightly and kissed Jared's chest, before licking down to one nipple and closing his mouth around it. It didn't matter if anyone saw now. He was getting Jared right where he wanted him.
Above him, Jared moaned and tugged one hand free, bringing it up to clutch the back of Jensen's head. He gripped the short hair there and pulled him up into a bruising kiss. Jensen simply replaced tongue and teeth with fingers and twisted Jared's hardened nipple between the tips. Jared hissed out a breath, his teeth clenched against the pleasure Jensen's touch sent coursing through him.
"Don't start what you can't finish," Jared warned him. Jensen only smiled in return. "You're not playing fair."
Jensen laughed this time. "And you are?"
"I never do."
"Maybe it's time I didn't either."
Jared grinned brightly. "Now you're getting it."
They danced for a few more songs, until they were both sweaty. Jared's hair curled at the nape of his neck and at his temples. Jensen's skin was slick, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. They hadn't backed off of the occasional kissing or petting while they danced, and Jensen felt like his skin was tingling wherever Jared had touched him.
"We need to go."
Jensen looked over at Jared, curious. "Why?"
"We just do," Jared answered, slipping his shirt on. "Come on."
"We just got here a little while ago."
"First you didn't want to be here, now I can't get you to go?"
"Why do you want to go?"
Sighing, Jared reached out and took hold of Jensen's wrist, pulling his hand closer. He pressed Jensen's palm against the groin of his jeans.
Jensen's eyes flew open wider when he felt the erection hard against his palm. "Oh."
"Yeah. As much as I'd love to, I think we might get arrested if we go that far." Jensen nodded, biting his lip. He followed Jared through the crowds and outside, where his lack of a shirt was suddenly much more of a problem. He moved closer to Jared, shivering. They'd taken a cab to the club and Jensen dug out his phone to call another one to come pick them up. Jared backed him up against the wall while they waited for it to arrive and crowded against him, keeping him as warm as he could with soft kisses and whispered promises. The cab had only been a few minutes away and Jensen was on the way to coming in his pants when it arrived. Jared stepped away from him and they climbed into the backseat together, their movements hurried and anxious.
Jeffrey's car wasn't in the driveway when they got back, and Jensen figured he and Stevie had eaten alone and gone back to her place. He almost felt guilty that they hadn't joined them, but then Jared reached across him and opened his door for him, just before he got out of the car himself. He opened up the garage while Jensen dug around in his back pocket for a twenty and handed it to their driver. "Keep the change," he said, not wanting to be outside any longer than necessary, and then dashed inside to where Jared was waiting. He was immediately pushed up against the wall as Jared set the door to close again, and then held there when the other man attacked his mouth with brutal, biting kisses. He returned them, just as desperate.
"Bed?" He managed to croak out, as Jared pulled away to catch his breath.
"Couch… I got plans…"
Exhausted, Jensen just about fell onto the sofa. The few drinks he'd had at the club seemed to have made his headache vanish though. He'd asked Jared if that was a sign of alcoholism. Jared had laughed and said, "a sign of a hangover, worry-wart."
Now Jared was sitting down next to him, his hand rested upon Jensen's thigh. "You," Jared said, leaning in closer, "fucking blew my mind back there."
Jensen laughed and tilted his head back so that Jared could kiss him. He responded in kind, generously touching his tongue to the other man's. It was a gentle kiss this time, one that definitely hinted at the three little words Jared had a hard time vocalizing. Mumbling softly amidst the kiss, Jensen reached up and set a hand to the back of Jared's head.
Backing away, Jared looked down at him, studying intently. His eyes glanced over Jensen's face, as if he were trying to memorize every freckle, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, those long lashes, the flecks of brown and blue in his greenish eyes. Instead of speaking, telling Jensen how beautiful he thought he was, Jared leaned in and kissed him again, harder this time. His hand moved to touch Jensen's face, his thumb looping over the young man's jaw and pushing his mouth open wider.
Jensen knew that kiss. It made his heart pound wildly, his palms sweat, his blood rush with adrenaline. His fingers tightened in Jared's longish hair as he returned the kiss. He felt Jared's teeth nip carefully at his lips, felt the man's hand sliding down his throat, over his chest, and along his belly, not stopping until it had wormed its way into his jeans.
Commando. Fucking commando. Jensen didn't have a stitch of underwear on. And he'd shown Jared that at the club, just to make his blood race, his mouth go dry.
Jensen's stomach concaved slightly, enough to let Jared in, and his back arched when Jared stroked him, held him, touched him. He tried to gasp, to back out of the kiss enough to catch the breath that Jared was stealing, but he couldn't. He brought his other hand to Jared's hair, moaning and doing his best to catch air between kisses.
In a flash, Jared was pulling away, swinging down to his knees, propped up high and between Jensen's thighs. Jensen followed him as much as he could, sitting up straighter and closing the distance between them with the sudden need that Jared had created within him. He hooked his fingers underneath the hem of Jared's shirt and tugged. Jared raised his arms and let Jensen push the shirt from him. Jensen’s own shirt, a tight black affair that Jared was sure he had chosen just to drive him crazy, was still somewhere on the floor of the club. Fingering the eagle nipple rings, Jensen leaned in and scraped his teeth over Jared's throat, beard stubble rasping against his tongue as he soothed away the hurt he caused.
Shuddering, Jared's breath caught in his throat for a moment. He reached up and raked his fingers through Jensen's hair, the locks a little longer than when he'd first arrived in Jared's life. He pulled Jensen away from his neck and then in again, wanting to feel the man's mouth on his throat again. He knew Jensen had no idea of how crazy he made him, how needful, how reckless and yet how careful. He gasped at the feel of Jensen's teeth on his earlobe and nuzzled into the young man's neck. "Jen," he managed before breathlessly kissing him again.
Jensen felt his jeans being tugged at. He looked down to watch Jared unfasten the button. Without being asked, he leaned back and lifted his hips, letting the jeans be stripped from him. Jared seemed to calm for a moment, reaching up to touch Jensen's face, his fingers skating over Jensen's lips, his eyes watching his own movements. He gently leaned in and kissed Jensen again, a wet, warm and hungry embrace that made Jensen know that Jared loved him. He felt Jared's hands leave his face, moving instead to hook Jensen's knees into the crook of his elbows. Jensen gasped slightly against Jared's lips as the man forcefully yanked him closer, his legs held spread apart.
Jared was gone in a flurry again, bowing his back and placing fleeting kisses along Jensen's midriff. He didn't stop, or even pause before taking Jensen's cock into his mouth, as if he needed it to survive. He moved deep and hard, letting Jensen hit the back of his throat and making him cry out. Jensen clutched at the couch cushions, bunching the cloth and foam underneath in clawed hands. His legs were draped over Jared's back, toes curled and pointed as he tried to find purchase enough to lift himself up into Jared's mouth, even though he couldn't possibly get any deeper than he already was. Jared's hands were on his hips, holding him as steady as he could, and Jensen noticed a valley between his shoulder blades, a place that, at softer, gentler times, he liked to rest his head. He let go of the sofa with one hand, setting his palm to the back of Jared's head. Somehow, feeling him move that way was getting Jensen off just as much as the feel, the sight of Jared's mouth on him.
With ragged breath, Jensen tried to speak, to warn Jared. "Jared," he barely managed. "Stop."
Too fast. Too fast.
But Jared only mumbled to him, a growl that vibrated through Jensen's cock and sent him reeling. With glassy eyes, he looked up to the ceiling, jaw agape, and arched his back as he came harder than he ever had before. Jared didn't stop moving, draining him of every last bit of energy that he could. Jensen's own voice sounded far away to him, a steady thup thup thup echoing in his ears. He could feel his voice, vibrating in his chest as he moaned with each haggard breath he took, but everything sounded canned. He closed his eyes as he felt Jared move, crawling atop him to straddle his lap. He set his hands at either side of Jared's naked sides, gripping the waist of his jeans in his hands, and opened his mouth wide in a deep kiss.
Jared's need had been obvious at the club, and he had managed to sate part of it. Now, Jensen pushed him back out of the kiss just enough to reach down and unfasten Jared's jeans. It was his turn; he wanted to satisfy the rest of the hunger rolling off of Jared. Awkwardly, Jared straightened out each leg and shimmied out of the jeans and boxer briefs he wore, not moving from his place atop Jensen. He knelt high on his knees, head bowed to watch Jensen look over every inch of him, no longer afraid to do so. He carefully brushed his fingers through the young man's hair, liking how the blonde looked in contrast to his own tan skin.
Jensen set his open mouth to Jared's belly. His hands grazed up the back of Jared's thighs, around to his backside, squeezing the muscle gently, fingers dimpling the soft flesh. His tongue crept out of his mouth, drawing a wet line from Jared's hip over to the center of his stomach, where Jensen paused to press a kiss there.
Pulling gently at Jensen's hair, Jared made him look up at him, shaking his head. "Jen," he said softly. "You don't have to."
Jensen nodded. "I know," he answered. "I want to."
Both of his hands moved to the base of Jared's cock, steadying it. He wasn't sure how to even start, and to be quite honest, he felt rather foolish. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Do what you like done to you. The thought sped through his head with amazing clarity.
Jared watched him, ready to pull away if he needed to, to encourage Jensen to touch him instead. He felt his heart skip a beat when Jensen opened his mouth, his tongue sneaking out to take a tentative, timid taste. Jensen's tongue was hot and wet, sliding around the head of Jared's cock in a big circle. Jared's eyes drifted closed and his breath shuddered out of his lungs. For a moment, he let his head fall back as Jensen explored new tastes, soft textures and warm skin.
He has to have done this before, has to, has to...
He didn't know what he'd been so apprehensive about. Jared's skin tasted slightly different than, say, the skin on his throat. It was saltier from sweating at the club, and smelled sweet and musky. He didn't feel clumsy at all, even when he took as much of Jared into his mouth as he could. He heard small sounds escaping the back of Jared's throat, sounds that he knew were ones of rapture, and that fueled his courage.
Maybe it was from the dancing display Jensen had given him. Or maybe it was from the curious, tentative licks that started out Jensen's first fine as fuck attempt at a blow job. Whatever the case, Jared felt himself coming undone faster than he had wanted to. His hand clamped around the nape of Jensen's neck, he shivered and warned Jensen. But Jensen didn't back off as he thought he would.
Jensen closed off his throat with the back of his tongue. He had tasted himself on Jared's tongue before, so he knew what to expect. He let the rush of warmth fill his mouth, then dribbled it back down his chin. He might have tasted it, but he didn't know if he was ready to quite go so far as to let it slide down his throat yet. The sounds Jared was making, though, had him thinking twice. He'd never heard such sounds come from him before, even with all they'd done. He assumed that what he'd just gotten was Jared's favorite, and the fact that he'd waited this long to let Jensen get comfortable with it all, made Jensen's heart swell with love.
Jared pulled away from him, body shuddering, and Jensen was able to get in one good swipe of his mouth before Jared pulled him up into a rough, breathy and needful kiss. Jensen's head was craned back, almost enough to rest against the back of the sofa. Jared's hands were at either side of his head, elbows slightly crooked so that he could lean into the kiss. Jensen spied at him through heavy lashes and couldn't help but think that Jared looked damn sexy that way. A growl escaped his throat, vibrating against Jensen's mouth.
"No one else," Jared managed, lips brushing up against Jensen's. "No one else makes me so totally fucking crazy."
Jensen smiled, leaning his head back against the sofa. "Backatchya, Jay."
--TBC--
If you haven't seen them yet, may I also suggest you go look at the arts that bloody_adorable posted on the comm? I'm flailing now just THINKING about that Jared one. NOM.
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (21/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 6,629
Summary: AU. Jared's a classic case of rich kid gone wrong, whose only sense of family comes from his motorbike, the guy he rents a garage from to live in and the precinct cops who know his face better than most already. Jensen's a hard-working student whose family are helping push him towards great things. What happens when their two worlds collide, and will Jared's troublesome nature be too much for Jensen to handle?
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
He didn't know what the song was.
He didn't care. The alcohol and adrenaline in his system had fused and were throttling through his bloodstream like Bonnie and Clyde on a furious crime spree. He giggled to himself at the thought of Bonnie and Clyde speeding through his veins in a miniature archaic car, and took another swallow of beer.
He didn't know what the song was, and he didn't care. He just wanted to dance.
Bobbing his head, Jensen looked over at Chris. He held his beer bottle up to him, new blonde highlights reflecting the flashing party lights of pink, blue, green and yellow. The disco ball that hung from the center of the ceiling sparkled and cast flashes of light over the walls. Chris watched Jensen dance around in place, looking utterly ridiculous. "Christ, he's pleased with himself," he laughed.
From behind, Dani put her arms around Chris's waist. She rested her chin at his shoulder, snuggling in close. "He has a right to be," she said, speaking over the loud music. "He just kicked Freeman's ass."
Chris laughed, reaching around to touch her, his hand squeezing gently at her backside. "I know an ass I'd like to kiss."
She giggled at him, shaking her head. "Kick, Kane," she repeated. "Kick. But maybe you'll get your shot."
He leaned back so that he could give her a kiss, albeit awkward. "Promises, promises." He looked over at Jensen, who was still mouthing the words to the song and bouncing to the beat. "Come on, Queen of the Hour," he called to him, teasing. "Let's get home. I’m halfway to drunk and you’re already there."
"Oh, come on!" Jensen called back. "You haven't even danced with me!"
"Why the hell would I dance with you?" Chris mocked, although he stepped closer. "I already got a girl to dance with!"
"Ha, ha!" Jensen returned. He put his arms around Chris's neck and tried to pull him out further into the writhing crowds. The house was still packed, regardless of the late hour and the fact that there had already been a fight. Everyone was still feeling good.
"Go on," Dani said, patting Chris's backside. "I'll run up and get the keys and coats."
Chris twisted out of Jensen's grasp, for the most part, and leaned down to give Dani a kiss. Before he could, however, Jensen hauled on him, his hands clamped around Chris's wrists. "Come on," he said.
Chris kept trying, lips puckered in an attempt to reach her from afar. Dani was of no help, just giggling at them until Chris finally managed to lurch closer to give her a quick kiss before being yanked out onto the floor with Jensen. "What the hell is this?" Chris asked, watching Jensen move. "You never dance."
"I've got some pretty awesome moves, baby," Jensen grinned.
Chris laughed at him. "Jared's been good for you," he nodded as they danced around the room. "You never would have done this before. And you sure as hell never would have punched Doug in the face like that."
Biting at his bottom lip, Jensen danced, making Chris laugh harder. "I think I'm good for him, too," he said loudly over the bass of the music. "But know what?"
"What?"
Jensen put his arms around Chris's neck again and bumped foreheads with him. "You're still my best friend."
Chris smiled and let them share the close proximity, not caring if anyone else saw them. "Can't be," he said. "'Cause you're mine."
"Freak," Jensen teased, straightening again.
"Queen."
A few minutes later, Dani had said her goodbyes and gathered their coats and the keys to the car. They had all drank, but she was by far the least drunk of them all. She piled them into the car, warding off Chris's advances (for the time being) and drove to the little house with the chaotic garage that Jeffrey and Jared lived in.
"Here you go, big man," Chris announced, getting out of the passenger side of the car. He moved the seat forward so that Jensen could stagger out, clutching at Chris to steady himself. "You're so fucking drunk."
Jensen laughed with him, snorting slightly as he chuckled. "Shuddup," he said, weaving for a moment. "I'm not as you."
Chris laughed harder. "What?"
"I don't know, go away," he snickered.
"Go kiss your hunky boyfriend," Chris told him. "He's not as hunky as me though."
"Foxy lay-deh!" Jensen suddenly shouted in a high-pitched voice.
"Call me later, Foxy," he said. "We'll pick a night to do a movie."
"Yep!" He left Chris at the car and walked up the driveway. He slipped through the front door and stumbled through the kitchen, backtracking enough to snag a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He opened the door that led to the garage and stepped down the stairs.
Jared was on the sofa, watching television. A bag of microwave popcorn sat beside him. He turned when he heard Jensen walk into the garage, and stopped in mid-chew. Jensen was standing by the garage door, chugging a plastic bottle of water. He looked different than he had when he left, and Jared knew it wasn’t only because of the alcohol the young man had consumed. "Jesus Christ on a pogo stick," Jared breathed.
Jensen snickered as he blindly tossed the water bottle aside. He moved to stand before Jared, as if for approval. "Good evening," he said, bowing slightly.
"You're drunk."
He nodded. "A little."
"What the hell happened to your hair?"
Jensen reached up, suddenly remembering what had been done before the big party. "Oh, Dani," he said, using his fingers to comb his hair down. "She's studying coms-tology. She did it. Wanted practice."
"You're blonde."
"I've always been blonde."
"Not that blonde."
"You don't like it?"
"You look gay."
Jensen set a hand to his mouth, mocking. "Well, that's scand-lous and certainly untrue," he said. "Lucky for you, I'll make an exception."
Jared smiled, shaking his head. "You didn't pay for it, did you?"
"You don't like it."
Jensen had actually looked upset. Jared shook his head in apology, smiling a little. "I didn't say that," he said. "It's just...different."
Jensen went down to his knees onto the sofa cushions, crawling closer to Jared. He tried to bypass the bag of popcorn and ended up spilling most of it. He waited for Jared to move it and then straddled the man, sitting down upon Jared's lap. "Guess what?"
Legs stretched out and feet propped up on the coffee table, Jared looked up at Jensen. "You've decided you’re gay now?" He hooked his thumbs into the back waistband of Jensen’s jeans, fingers dangling down to the young man’s back pockets.
"Nope."
"What, then?"
"I did it."
"Did what, Nancy?"
He ignored the tease and kept right on talking. "I hit him," Jensen nodded. "Right across the damn jaw. He mouthed off and Chris was off talking somewhere so he called me a fag and then I popped 'im one. He went down like… Like a sacka shit."
"Chris?"
"No. Doug."
Jared looked a little surprised at first, and then laughed aloud. "You punched Doug?"
Jensen nodded, proud.
"Did you knock him out?"
Giggling, Jensen shook his head. "No," he answered. "But he got a fat lip. Mark Monelli said that there was a big purple bruise too. I didn’t see it, 'cause they pulled me off of him and then he lef'."
Jared set his hands at Jensen's sides and shook him, making a proud whooping sound. "They had to pull you off him!" he declared. "And I fucking missed it?"
"Yeah, but I didn't," he told him. "I was there the whole time."
"Good thing," Jared chuckled.
"And now," Jensen said, pulling off his jacket and wriggling out of his Teeshirt. "I want some sex."
That declaration made Jared laugh boisterously. "You're going to pass out before you get it."
"Maybe," he shrugged, "but we can at least have a good time until then." He smiled brighter as he leaned in closer to Jared, closing his eyes just before their mouths met. He felt Jared kiss him back, tongues intertwining in a wet, warm display of affection. Jared's arms tightened on him, hands brushing up and down along Jensen's spine, slipping underneath the waist of Jensen's jeans.
Straightening, Jensen looked down at Jared, glancing across his face for a moment or two.
Jared watched him, wondering what the other man was thinking of. He kept his head leant back against the back of the sofa, his gaze matching Jensen's. Finally, Jensen leaned down and placed gentle, nipping kisses to Jared's throat, moving downward even further. His back bowed as he bent to take one of the nipple rings in his mouth, his fingers first tracing the shape of the pink flesh.
Closing his eyes, Jared lifted his head and set his chin against the top of Jensen's head. Jensen was a little more forward when he had a drop of alcohol in him, but it was like what Jared had said about the new hair: it wasn't worse or better, just different. He moaned into Jensen's hair and let the chills flash across his tattooed skin.
Morning arrived far too early. Well, to be honest, it was afternoon. Jensen didn't realize that though as he arose gingerly from the bed up in the loft, his hair standing on end and his freshly tattooed ankle itching like a bitch. With one eye closed, he made his way down the ladder, stumbled across the garage and lurched into the kitchen through the side door. He thought he saw Jared out of the corner of his open eye, but he didn't turn towards him. He made his way to the cupboard, got a tumbler from inside and poured himself a glass of water from the tap.
"Morning, Sunshine," Jared said cheerfully.
After swallowing his water, Jensen turned and looked at Jared, his one eye still closed. His head throbbed and his mouth tasted like cat shit. Not that he'd ever tasted cat shit, but he was pretty sure that's what it was comparable to. "Must you yell?" he asked, voice as scruffy as his face.
Jared laughed and stepped closer to him, kissing Jensen's cheek. He ignored the wince of pain as Jensen tried to back away from him. "What do you think, Blonde Bombshell?" he teased. "You going to be feelin' better by tonight?"
With both eyes open now, at least, Jensen sat down at the kitchen island, balancing precariously on the bar stool. "Nothing is going up my ass tonight, Jared."
Jared laughed, making Jensen wince again. "Jesus, aren't you a fuckload of hangover fun?" he declared. "I wasn't talking about that, if you must know."
Jensen concentrated on his glass of water, peering into it like it was the next novel by Stephen King. "Then, what?"
Moving closer, Jared pressed a kiss to Jensen's shoulder. "We're going out clubbing tonight."
Rather annoyed, and terribly grumpy, Jensen looked up at the man. "Are you certifiable?" he asked. "I'm so hungover, I'll be feeling like this for the rest of my life."
Chuckling, Jared shook his head. "You won't," he assured him. "I have the perfect cure anyway." He saw Jensen eye him again and laughed louder. "Not that. Though, I certainly wouldn't turn down any action."
"Go figure," Jensen snarled.
Jared moved from the island, rooting through the refrigerator for a second and producing a large plastic fast food chain drinks cup. He grabbed a McDonald's bag that Jensen hadn't noticed sitting on the counter, and set both in front of him.
"There. Eat, drink," Jared told him. "Be merry."
Jensen eyed the cola and peered into the bag, finding a large stack of french fries. "You can't be serious."
Jared shrugged. "Read it in a book once," he said. "Tried it, and it worked like a charm." He turned on his heel and headed off towards the garage again. Now that Jensen was up, he could work on the Ducati.
"You read?" Jensen called after him, trying to ignore the sharp pain in his head when he spoke above a gruff whisper.
The soda was still cold from the fridge, and the fries were mostly warm. Jensen didn't really care to eat, so he started out with one fry and a sip of soda. After a while, he noticed that over half the fries were gone, and the only thing left in the plastic cup was ice. And he felt pretty decent, considering. He finished off the fries, three and four at a time, and headed towards the bathroom. He showered, shaved and tightened the towel around his waist. He examined his blonde hair, frowning and telling himself that it would fade, or at least grow long enough to cut off. Already, it looked a shade darker, but the ends were still near-white. He reminded himself to thank Dani next time he saw her, even though he hated it. He'd felt worse about how he'd reacted to the bleach job than anything else.
Ambling down the stairs, Jensen raked his fingers through his hair again, sniffling loudly through his nose. His headache was still there, but not nearly as bad as before. His sick stomach was mostly gone; at least he didn't feel like horking up what he'd just eaten.
"Wow, look at you, Fancypants!"
Startled, Jensen turned in the direction the woman's voice had come from. He saw Stevie standing in the kitchen. A paper bag rested upon the kitchen island and a couple of canned goods were clutched in her hands.
"Mis-ses Kilworth," he stammered, alarmed.
She giggled and stowed the cans in one of the cupboards. "I told you, Jensen," she returned. "You can call me Stevie when we're not in school."
He was torn between crossing his arms over his naked chest, or perhaps latching a fist over where the towel was folded closed. He hadn't been that naked in front of a woman since his mother gave him a bath nearly thirteen years ago. "Okay," he nodded, opting to drape one hand across his chest, the other resting at the fold in the towel.
"Relax, Jensen," she said, peeking over at him as she took a stalk of plastic-wrapped celery out of the bag. "You haven't got anything I haven't already seen before."
But you haven't seen mine, he thought to himself. "Right." He watched her put the celery in the refrigerator and inched closer to the garage door.
"I like the hair," she continued, straightening and moving back to the grocery bag.
He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair again. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," she nodded. She took out a box of cereal and a package of blood-red steaks. "Who did it for you?"
"My best friend’s girlfriend," he answered. "She wanted practice for her cosmotology class. What are you doing here?"
"Oh, Jeffrey had to run into work really quick, but he asked me to get some stuff for a meal tonight," she explained. "How about it? You and Jared going to be there?"
Jensen didn't say anything in return at first. His stomach twisted into a knot when he thought of Jared, unsure if the man would be willing to spend time with Stevie just yet. And as if on cue, Jared burst into the house from the side door. Jensen quickly turned to face him, a startled look in his eyes.
"You look like you're feeling better, Blondie," Jared smiled. He stopped short when he saw Stevie in the kitchen. His smile faded and his eyes grew darker with anger. "Where's Jeff?"
Stevie looked aplogetic, wishing that she and Jared could come to some sort of common ground. "He's off at work for a few minutes," she said. "He said something about having to check the gas numbers and log them or something. I don't know."
Jared nodded, glancing her up and down.
"We're going to have a little indoor grill-out later," she smiled sweetly. "It'd sure be nice if you and Jensen ate with us."
"Like the perfect little family?" Jared asked, a sneer to his words.
"Jay." Jensen's voice was a gentle reprimand, and Jared knew it.
He looked over at Jensen, casting his eyes down to the floor for a moment in apology. He nodded and looked back over at Stevie. "We'll see," he said. "We're going out tonight."
Stevie nodded. "Okay," she agreed. "And if you do come to dinner, there's something I'd like to talk to you about."
Jared stood there, looking at her, and Jensen was pretty sure the man wanted to glare. Instead, he only nodded his head at her comment and took hold of Jensen's wrist. Jensen let Jared pull him into the garage, going with him willingly. He was headed that way anyway.
"Well, you handled that brilliantly," Jensen smirked, wanting to roll his eyes.
"Did I kill her?" Jared spat.
Frowning, Jensen shook his head. "No."
"Then it went amazingly well." Moving over to the Ducati again, Jared started working. Jensen knew it was just so that he could be left alone, to work out what anger had bubbled up inside of him upon seeing Stevie again. "Don't ask too much of me, Jen."
Jensen’s eyelashes fluttered as he fought off the urge to roll his eyes again. He sighed and climbed up the ladder to get dressed for the day, what was left of it.
Jensen blinked. This was definitely not the kind of place he had expected when Jared had suggested they go to a club. "Sunday night, Jen. All the cool kids are doing it." Jensen had bitten his lip and refrained from reminding Jared that he was not a cool kid, because he knew the other man would argue. Besides, he liked going out with Jared. It made him feel different, and protected. Like he could forget his regular life and self even more and pretend he was someone with a different life altogether.
He wondered if he'd be able to do that here. He knew the club's name thanks to his brother. This was a college hangout; he doubted anybody in there would be above the age of 25 and, by the same token, suspected there would be plenty in there who really weren't old enough to be. At least he wouldn't be the odd one out in that respect.
Jared nudged against his elbow then and tilted his head towards the doorway. "We going in or are we just going to stand out here looking at it?"
Jensen nodded, reluctantly following Jared up to the door. His looks, charm and tough manner got them both into the club without a problem and as soon as they were inside and the door closed behind them again, Jensen felt bass invade his body. The metal stairway vibrated under his feet and the ends of his fingers tingled with the volume of it. Jared walked straight to the bar like he owned the place and got them both a cold beer. Jensen tipped his back in three long gulps, feeling like this wouldn't be a bad experience if he was just slightly toasted for it. Jared drank his a little bit slower, but not by much.
They left the empty bottles on the bar and then Jared grabbed Jensen by the hand and started pulling him back into the crowd of moving bodies. "Oh no, no wait! If you think I'm dancing-"
"If you think you're not, Jensen? You're sorely mistaken." Jared turned to face him and put one hand around the side of his hip, tugging him in nice and close. Jensen stared up at him for a long moment before Jared bent his head and pressed their mouths together, his hand moving up and raking through Jensen's short hair. Nearby, someone wolf-whistled at them and Jensen was just about lost until someone shoved at him from behind and he stumbled into Jared.
"Gay club's next state along," someone snarled, a couple of people voicing their disapproval at his attack. Jared ignored him, although Jensen's eyes were wide with the familiar fear and he was pulling at Jared's shirt, hoping he might just drop it. They could have a good time without being obvious. Unfortunately, Jared didn't seem to agree. He just gathered Jensen in even tighter and ran his hands down Jensen's back, hooking his fingers into the back pockets of the younger man's combats.
He leaned down, kissed against Jensen's ear. Whispered, "You are so fucking hot right now."
Jensen stumbled again as he was pushed once more and this time Jared took notice. He moved Jensen aside and reached out one arm, getting hold of the guy's shirt. "You got a fucking problem?"
The guy shrugged him off, got into a fighting stance. All hunched up and trying to make himself look bigger. "Yeah, my problem is I don't need to see you and your faggot boyfriend making out. I want that I'll go to a fucking gay bar."
"Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out."
"Real sweet, asshole. Thing is, we just don't like your type around here."
"Funny, you're the only one decided to say something about it."
"Maybe I'm the only one with any balls."
"Or maybe you're the only one who's stupid enough to pick a fight about it." Jared took a step closer, easily towering over the other man, and ignored Jensen's hand on his arm. "You touch him again, or say anything to me, you really are going to have a fucking problem." He poked the guy square in the chest, hard. "We clear?"
"You fuckin-"
Jared didn't let him finish. He just lifted his arm and swung his fist at the guy's face, knocking him off his feet. The guy fell back, people moving out of the way as he hit the floor, and clutched at his cheek. "Warned you."
The people around them cheered Jared on and when the guy from the door came over to see what was going on, a couple of girls intercepted and told him the guy had been bothering them and that the man in the black shirt had just been standing up for them.
The bouncer nodded and helped the young man to his feet, surprisingly lacking any of his previous bravado. Jared thanked the girls once he was out of earshot and then turned to find Jensen was watching him, all wariness and nerves. He cursed inwardly.
"Jen, I'm sorry. I know I promised, but that guy-"
"It's okay. Maybe we should go somewhere else?"
"No-one else here gives a shit. And besides, I like the music in here." Jensen just raised an eyebrow at that. He'd never had Jared down as being the type to enjoy this speaker-breaking, bass-heavy dance music. "You wanta dance now?"
"Told you I couldn't."
"And I don't necessarily mean the kind of dancing you're thinking of..."
Jared grinned, dragging Jensen to him until their bodies were flush with one another. He kissed him, once, then took a step back and lifted his arms above his head as he pulled his shirt off and hooked it over his belt. The weight of it made his pants ride even lower and Jensen tried to resist the urge to do something indecent when he got a look at the tattoo on Jared's hip. "Your turn," Jared told him. Jensen bit his lip, but unfastened the buttons of his shirt and concentrated on Jared groaning his appreciation as he slid it over his shoulders and off. "Oh, fuck, yes..."
Jensen's shirt was discarded on the floor and he knew he wouldn't see it again. He couldn't bring himself to care, however, because Jared was now running his fingers the length of Jensen's spine, making him shiver.
He was still nervous, and couldn't help but look around to see if anyone was looking at them again. But it seemed like no one cared. The hubbub was over with, and everyone had gone back to their own little worlds.
Jared set his hands to Jensen's hips. "You're not moving."
"What?"
"Moving. You're not moving."
He swallowed, feeling rather claustrophobic. "No, Jared," he began. "You know, I'm not feeling much like dancing. Can we go?"
Jared wasn't about to let him out of this. It would be good for him. Leaning down, he spoke into Jensen's ear, his voice just loud enough for him to hear. "Just move with me," he told him. "Like you did the other night. Remember what I was doing to you?"
Jensen's eyes closed and a shiver slithered down his spine. He felt Jared's hand slip into one of his front pockets, gently guiding him to the beat of the music. Their hips brushed up against each other's. He looked down to see Jared's thigh between his, and felt another spark blaze through him.
"There..That's it.." Jensen had to agree. His body agreed too, as he felt his dick start to stiffen in response to Jared's movements. To distract himself from what Jared was doing to him, he decided it was time to retaliate in kind. Jensen dipped his head slightly and kissed Jared's chest, before licking down to one nipple and closing his mouth around it. It didn't matter if anyone saw now. He was getting Jared right where he wanted him.
Above him, Jared moaned and tugged one hand free, bringing it up to clutch the back of Jensen's head. He gripped the short hair there and pulled him up into a bruising kiss. Jensen simply replaced tongue and teeth with fingers and twisted Jared's hardened nipple between the tips. Jared hissed out a breath, his teeth clenched against the pleasure Jensen's touch sent coursing through him.
"Don't start what you can't finish," Jared warned him. Jensen only smiled in return. "You're not playing fair."
Jensen laughed this time. "And you are?"
"I never do."
"Maybe it's time I didn't either."
Jared grinned brightly. "Now you're getting it."
They danced for a few more songs, until they were both sweaty. Jared's hair curled at the nape of his neck and at his temples. Jensen's skin was slick, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. They hadn't backed off of the occasional kissing or petting while they danced, and Jensen felt like his skin was tingling wherever Jared had touched him.
"We need to go."
Jensen looked over at Jared, curious. "Why?"
"We just do," Jared answered, slipping his shirt on. "Come on."
"We just got here a little while ago."
"First you didn't want to be here, now I can't get you to go?"
"Why do you want to go?"
Sighing, Jared reached out and took hold of Jensen's wrist, pulling his hand closer. He pressed Jensen's palm against the groin of his jeans.
Jensen's eyes flew open wider when he felt the erection hard against his palm. "Oh."
"Yeah. As much as I'd love to, I think we might get arrested if we go that far." Jensen nodded, biting his lip. He followed Jared through the crowds and outside, where his lack of a shirt was suddenly much more of a problem. He moved closer to Jared, shivering. They'd taken a cab to the club and Jensen dug out his phone to call another one to come pick them up. Jared backed him up against the wall while they waited for it to arrive and crowded against him, keeping him as warm as he could with soft kisses and whispered promises. The cab had only been a few minutes away and Jensen was on the way to coming in his pants when it arrived. Jared stepped away from him and they climbed into the backseat together, their movements hurried and anxious.
Jeffrey's car wasn't in the driveway when they got back, and Jensen figured he and Stevie had eaten alone and gone back to her place. He almost felt guilty that they hadn't joined them, but then Jared reached across him and opened his door for him, just before he got out of the car himself. He opened up the garage while Jensen dug around in his back pocket for a twenty and handed it to their driver. "Keep the change," he said, not wanting to be outside any longer than necessary, and then dashed inside to where Jared was waiting. He was immediately pushed up against the wall as Jared set the door to close again, and then held there when the other man attacked his mouth with brutal, biting kisses. He returned them, just as desperate.
"Bed?" He managed to croak out, as Jared pulled away to catch his breath.
"Couch… I got plans…"
Exhausted, Jensen just about fell onto the sofa. The few drinks he'd had at the club seemed to have made his headache vanish though. He'd asked Jared if that was a sign of alcoholism. Jared had laughed and said, "a sign of a hangover, worry-wart."
Now Jared was sitting down next to him, his hand rested upon Jensen's thigh. "You," Jared said, leaning in closer, "fucking blew my mind back there."
Jensen laughed and tilted his head back so that Jared could kiss him. He responded in kind, generously touching his tongue to the other man's. It was a gentle kiss this time, one that definitely hinted at the three little words Jared had a hard time vocalizing. Mumbling softly amidst the kiss, Jensen reached up and set a hand to the back of Jared's head.
Backing away, Jared looked down at him, studying intently. His eyes glanced over Jensen's face, as if he were trying to memorize every freckle, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, those long lashes, the flecks of brown and blue in his greenish eyes. Instead of speaking, telling Jensen how beautiful he thought he was, Jared leaned in and kissed him again, harder this time. His hand moved to touch Jensen's face, his thumb looping over the young man's jaw and pushing his mouth open wider.
Jensen knew that kiss. It made his heart pound wildly, his palms sweat, his blood rush with adrenaline. His fingers tightened in Jared's longish hair as he returned the kiss. He felt Jared's teeth nip carefully at his lips, felt the man's hand sliding down his throat, over his chest, and along his belly, not stopping until it had wormed its way into his jeans.
Commando. Fucking commando. Jensen didn't have a stitch of underwear on. And he'd shown Jared that at the club, just to make his blood race, his mouth go dry.
Jensen's stomach concaved slightly, enough to let Jared in, and his back arched when Jared stroked him, held him, touched him. He tried to gasp, to back out of the kiss enough to catch the breath that Jared was stealing, but he couldn't. He brought his other hand to Jared's hair, moaning and doing his best to catch air between kisses.
In a flash, Jared was pulling away, swinging down to his knees, propped up high and between Jensen's thighs. Jensen followed him as much as he could, sitting up straighter and closing the distance between them with the sudden need that Jared had created within him. He hooked his fingers underneath the hem of Jared's shirt and tugged. Jared raised his arms and let Jensen push the shirt from him. Jensen’s own shirt, a tight black affair that Jared was sure he had chosen just to drive him crazy, was still somewhere on the floor of the club. Fingering the eagle nipple rings, Jensen leaned in and scraped his teeth over Jared's throat, beard stubble rasping against his tongue as he soothed away the hurt he caused.
Shuddering, Jared's breath caught in his throat for a moment. He reached up and raked his fingers through Jensen's hair, the locks a little longer than when he'd first arrived in Jared's life. He pulled Jensen away from his neck and then in again, wanting to feel the man's mouth on his throat again. He knew Jensen had no idea of how crazy he made him, how needful, how reckless and yet how careful. He gasped at the feel of Jensen's teeth on his earlobe and nuzzled into the young man's neck. "Jen," he managed before breathlessly kissing him again.
Jensen felt his jeans being tugged at. He looked down to watch Jared unfasten the button. Without being asked, he leaned back and lifted his hips, letting the jeans be stripped from him. Jared seemed to calm for a moment, reaching up to touch Jensen's face, his fingers skating over Jensen's lips, his eyes watching his own movements. He gently leaned in and kissed Jensen again, a wet, warm and hungry embrace that made Jensen know that Jared loved him. He felt Jared's hands leave his face, moving instead to hook Jensen's knees into the crook of his elbows. Jensen gasped slightly against Jared's lips as the man forcefully yanked him closer, his legs held spread apart.
Jared was gone in a flurry again, bowing his back and placing fleeting kisses along Jensen's midriff. He didn't stop, or even pause before taking Jensen's cock into his mouth, as if he needed it to survive. He moved deep and hard, letting Jensen hit the back of his throat and making him cry out. Jensen clutched at the couch cushions, bunching the cloth and foam underneath in clawed hands. His legs were draped over Jared's back, toes curled and pointed as he tried to find purchase enough to lift himself up into Jared's mouth, even though he couldn't possibly get any deeper than he already was. Jared's hands were on his hips, holding him as steady as he could, and Jensen noticed a valley between his shoulder blades, a place that, at softer, gentler times, he liked to rest his head. He let go of the sofa with one hand, setting his palm to the back of Jared's head. Somehow, feeling him move that way was getting Jensen off just as much as the feel, the sight of Jared's mouth on him.
With ragged breath, Jensen tried to speak, to warn Jared. "Jared," he barely managed. "Stop."
Too fast. Too fast.
But Jared only mumbled to him, a growl that vibrated through Jensen's cock and sent him reeling. With glassy eyes, he looked up to the ceiling, jaw agape, and arched his back as he came harder than he ever had before. Jared didn't stop moving, draining him of every last bit of energy that he could. Jensen's own voice sounded far away to him, a steady thup thup thup echoing in his ears. He could feel his voice, vibrating in his chest as he moaned with each haggard breath he took, but everything sounded canned. He closed his eyes as he felt Jared move, crawling atop him to straddle his lap. He set his hands at either side of Jared's naked sides, gripping the waist of his jeans in his hands, and opened his mouth wide in a deep kiss.
Jared's need had been obvious at the club, and he had managed to sate part of it. Now, Jensen pushed him back out of the kiss just enough to reach down and unfasten Jared's jeans. It was his turn; he wanted to satisfy the rest of the hunger rolling off of Jared. Awkwardly, Jared straightened out each leg and shimmied out of the jeans and boxer briefs he wore, not moving from his place atop Jensen. He knelt high on his knees, head bowed to watch Jensen look over every inch of him, no longer afraid to do so. He carefully brushed his fingers through the young man's hair, liking how the blonde looked in contrast to his own tan skin.
Jensen set his open mouth to Jared's belly. His hands grazed up the back of Jared's thighs, around to his backside, squeezing the muscle gently, fingers dimpling the soft flesh. His tongue crept out of his mouth, drawing a wet line from Jared's hip over to the center of his stomach, where Jensen paused to press a kiss there.
Pulling gently at Jensen's hair, Jared made him look up at him, shaking his head. "Jen," he said softly. "You don't have to."
Jensen nodded. "I know," he answered. "I want to."
Both of his hands moved to the base of Jared's cock, steadying it. He wasn't sure how to even start, and to be quite honest, he felt rather foolish. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Do what you like done to you. The thought sped through his head with amazing clarity.
Jared watched him, ready to pull away if he needed to, to encourage Jensen to touch him instead. He felt his heart skip a beat when Jensen opened his mouth, his tongue sneaking out to take a tentative, timid taste. Jensen's tongue was hot and wet, sliding around the head of Jared's cock in a big circle. Jared's eyes drifted closed and his breath shuddered out of his lungs. For a moment, he let his head fall back as Jensen explored new tastes, soft textures and warm skin.
He has to have done this before, has to, has to...
He didn't know what he'd been so apprehensive about. Jared's skin tasted slightly different than, say, the skin on his throat. It was saltier from sweating at the club, and smelled sweet and musky. He didn't feel clumsy at all, even when he took as much of Jared into his mouth as he could. He heard small sounds escaping the back of Jared's throat, sounds that he knew were ones of rapture, and that fueled his courage.
Maybe it was from the dancing display Jensen had given him. Or maybe it was from the curious, tentative licks that started out Jensen's first fine as fuck attempt at a blow job. Whatever the case, Jared felt himself coming undone faster than he had wanted to. His hand clamped around the nape of Jensen's neck, he shivered and warned Jensen. But Jensen didn't back off as he thought he would.
Jensen closed off his throat with the back of his tongue. He had tasted himself on Jared's tongue before, so he knew what to expect. He let the rush of warmth fill his mouth, then dribbled it back down his chin. He might have tasted it, but he didn't know if he was ready to quite go so far as to let it slide down his throat yet. The sounds Jared was making, though, had him thinking twice. He'd never heard such sounds come from him before, even with all they'd done. He assumed that what he'd just gotten was Jared's favorite, and the fact that he'd waited this long to let Jensen get comfortable with it all, made Jensen's heart swell with love.
Jared pulled away from him, body shuddering, and Jensen was able to get in one good swipe of his mouth before Jared pulled him up into a rough, breathy and needful kiss. Jensen's head was craned back, almost enough to rest against the back of the sofa. Jared's hands were at either side of his head, elbows slightly crooked so that he could lean into the kiss. Jensen spied at him through heavy lashes and couldn't help but think that Jared looked damn sexy that way. A growl escaped his throat, vibrating against Jensen's mouth.
"No one else," Jared managed, lips brushing up against Jensen's. "No one else makes me so totally fucking crazy."
Jensen smiled, leaning his head back against the sofa. "Backatchya, Jay."
--TBC--