Smoke & Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder [25/?]
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Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (25/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 3,043
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-FIVE
Jensen's mom came around to the house on Friday evening, not long after he'd returned from school. She'd wanted to come as soon as Jeffrey had called and told her what had happened to her boy, but Alan had been working at home that night and she hadn't had a moment without him until Friday. The school had called, although they hadn't gone into great detail, and when she asked Jeffrey why he told her that she should look into just what their money was funding. Oh, he knew that the majority of the staff would have done something about it if they could, but the ones with any power to wield were the ones who chose not to.
She spent an hour just sat with Jensen in the kitchen, watching him do his homework. Asked again and again if he was all right, why he hadn't told her before, while Jared stood by and worried. He knew Jensen wasn't going anywhere. He'd told him so. But he couldn't help himself. Jensen listened to her, and nodded in the right places, but mostly he concentrated on his books. He ignored a lot of her questions. It was a mark of how he'd been affected that he was beginning to draw into himself again. Jared hoped that it was simply because this was his mom and he didn't want to scare her.
She touched his arm, squeezing it through his thick sweater, and he finally looked directly at her. "I'll be okay," he said, closing his eyes when she stood up slightly and leaned across to kiss his temple.
"I know you will, sweetie. Seems like Jared and Jeffrey here can protect you far better than we ever could."
That provoked a reaction. Jensen scraped his chair back and stood, hugging his mother tight. "That's not... That's not the point, mom."
"It's all right. Just promise me you'll be careful."
He promised with a whisper, and then let her go. Jared told her goodbye and saw her out, then returned to find Jensen tugging off the sweater he'd pulled over his school shirt - only so his mom wouldn't see the tattoos just yet - and then once more bending over his books.
"You gotta do all that tonight?"
Jensen didn't look up. "I want to. Gives me the whole weekend free if I do."
Jared shrugged. "I guess. But it's Friday night, Jen. Don't you want to do movies and takeout?"
"No, I want to do my homework. Besides, Jeff's not home. Is he out with Stevie tonight?"
Sitting down at the opposite side of the table to Jensen, Jared shook his head. "He's just working late. He said he'd be home by ten. The overtime's good right now, since everybody wants it done by Christmas."
"I guess." Jensen said nothing more, going back to his books. Jared watched him, wondering how mad he'd get if he got... Distracted. He scratched at the side of his neck, dragging his nails down towards his throat. As he did, Jensen looked up at him with a soft smile. "Don't even think about it. Jared, I swear this will take me another two hours. I'll finish up on Sunday morning while you're still asleep. But give me two hours on this and then we can have the rest of the night."
"I love when you get bossy," Jared told him. He got up and left Jensen alone in the kitchen, although not before sharing a quiet kiss as a promise for later.
When Jensen was done, he went and found Jared on the couch and slid down beside him. He was watching the end of one of the Die Hard movies - Jensen didn't really notice which one - and moved to put one arm over Jensen's shoulders and pull him closer. He felt Jared's mouth press to the side of his head and closed his eyes, feeling tired. He half-listened to the movie as it drew to a close, but must have drifted off because he startled awake when Jared ran a hand through his hair.
"Fallin' asleep on me?" The quiet murmur against his ear tickled, and he squirmed away slightly. "Still early, Jen. Don't you want..." He trailed off, turning and pushing Jensen back down, his face hovering inches away. One hand smoothed Jensen's shirt over his stomach, then slipped between the bottom buttons. Jared's fingers were warm on his skin, and Jensen fought the urge to yawn at him. Instead he let go a quiet moan, unconsciously lifting his hips towards the touch. Jared undid a couple of buttons and worked his whole hand inside Jensen's shirt, lightly stroking over his stomach.
It felt way too good. Especially when Jared began planting soft little kisses along his jawline and down across his throat. Jensen ran his hand up and down Jared's arm as he held himself in position, still touching and kissing.
The hand in his shirt was pulled free and Jared moved it up over the thick cotton, pausing to squeeze the skin around Jensen's nipples. He stroked under his collar, then back down to his chest, and he continued the action for a few long minutes, never ceasing in his kisses. Jensen stood for it only so long before he moaned at Jared to get on with it, needing him to. His shirt was completely unbuttoned after that, and Jared pushed it over his shoulders and down, bit gently at his neck as he undressed him.
His pants were next; the belt unbuckled and the fly unzipped. Everything was slow and muted, like the drag of Jared's fingers over the ridge of Jensen's erection, straining against the cotton of his briefs. He held it in a loose grip, skimming up and down, and rubbed the material over the head of Jensen's cock until it was damp and dark. By this point the other man was pushing back against the couch with his head, hips rising up to try and force Jared to more action. But he was far too busy teasing to pay attention.
When his underwear was finally dragged down, it was almost painful.
"Jay.. Fuck, come on.. Please.." It was a fact that nobody could make Jensen need as much as Jared. Nobody could make him lose it quite so quickly. It was also a fact that Jared couldn't help but oblige. At least when it came to getting Jensen off. Jared fisted his cock more tightly, thumbing precome down the sides. He sat up enough to watch his hand work Jensen over, lips curving into a smile at the sight.
"So fucking pretty, Jen," he muttered, squeezing just so, the way he knew would make Jensen lose it in no time. There was a mumble of dissent in reply, but Jared ignored it. Jensen would always be beautiful to him. His stomach was clean, shining with a thin layer of sweat. The bruise on his hip was still a dark pink, and Jared knew it still pained him, but the other marks were already less obvious. And so what if there were dark rings under both his eyes? So what if there was a small scab at the corner of his mouth? Jared didn't care. He loved everything about the man beneath him who was currently losing all control.
Jensen's cock pulsed in his hand and Jared watched him come, watched it spatter his chest. He reached down with his free hand and painted it between Jensen's muscles, dragging his fingers through sweat and come and then licking them clean when he was done. With the taste of it on his tongue he leaned down, covering Jensen's body with his, and opened his boyfriend's mouth up into a kiss. A moan was caught between them, swallowed, and Jensen's hands curled tightly around the back pockets of Jared's jeans.
Which was about the moment they both heard Jeffrey's key in the front door. Jensen said, Fuck, and reached between them to pull his pants up and fasten them as much as he could, while Jared helped by not resting his weight on him for a moment. Jensen pushed at him as Jeff walked in, but he wouldn't budge. Instead he just looked around and grinned, wide and bright. Jeff looked over at the pair of them and shook his head, turning to hang his jacket.
"You boys want to move that into the garage? I was kind of hoping to kick back with a beer and some TV. And if you've made a mess I'll-"
"Relax, Jeff. I cleaned up." Jared finally moved to let Jensen sit up and he quickly pulled his shirt back up over his shoulders. "How was work?"
"Long. I gotta head back there first thing tomorrow, but I'll be home by midday. And Stevie'll be here not long after that. So if you guys could make sure you don't get this place into too much of a state, I'd appreciate it."
"We can go out," Jared told him, watching Jeff take a seat in the armchair opposite them.
"Yeah, sure you can. But I want you here in the afternoon. I want us to sit together and have a meal and maybe have it go a little better than last time." He looked directly at Jared as he said that, and his boy just nodded in return, silent. "Good. Cause if it doesn't, you really are going to be in proper serious shit. Now, you can stay in here and watch TV with me, as long as one of you gets the beers and there's no..." He waved a hand. "Funny stuff." He toed off his boots then and put his feet up on the table, crossing his ankles. Watched them expectantly.
It was Jared who got up to grab some beers from the refrigerator. He came back with a six-pack in one hand, and two bags of pretzels in the other. Jensen shifted over when he sat back down, but Jared pulled him up against his side and held onto him for the rest of the night.
When they ambled into the house on Saturday morning, sleepy and itchy with residual warmth, Jeffrey was already gone. Jared sat at the table, yawning and scratching underneath the elastic of his shorts, and watched Jensen make up a pot of coffee.
"You want something to eat?"
"Nah. I'm gonna take you out for breakfast and a movie. Just gimme coffee."
Jensen turned to face him, holding on to the edge of the counter, and tilted his head. "You're taking me out?"
"S'what I said, right?"
"Uh."
"I sold a couple of spare bike bits. So I'm not gonna ask you to pay for anything."
"I didn't mean.." Jensen sighed. "I just don't know about going out. I was hoping to just-"
"You're not hiding out here until Monday morning, Jen. You don't need to hide away." Jared got up and moved over to where Jensen stood, putting one hand beside his on the counter and trailing the other down his chest. "You're too sexy to hide away. And we never did see that movie, either." He tucked his fingers underneath Jensen's chin and lifted his head. "You still don't believe me, huh? Guess I'll have to keep saying it until you do."
"You're not gonna kiss me now, are you?"
Jared dodged back, raising his eyebrows.
"You just need to brush your teeth first, is all."
Shaking his head, Jared chuckled, and Jensen curled a hand round the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss anyway. "Funny," Jared managed, just before their mouths crashed together.
They shared a shower and both dressed in weekend gear - jeans and dark teeshirts, biker boots and leather jackets. Clothes that seemed to give Jensen more confidence as he donned them. He loved the way Jared looked in them, too. The more he wore, the more Jensen wanted to undress him. He stopped himself from suggesting they stay in and go back to bed, because Jared was right. He needed to get out. And if he said they should go back to bed, then Jared would more than likely be talked round.
At breakfast, Jared was evil. That was the only word for it, as far as Jensen was concerned. He smothered his pancakes in syrup and made a show of eating them, of licking the fork clean. He grinned stickily at Jensen, ran his tongue over his lips. Swallowed loudly.
"Stop that."
Jared just smiled in answer and speared the last piece of pancake with his fork, bringing it to his mouth. He chewed slowly, savoring it.
"I'm serious," Jensen said, watching his throat work as he swallowed again. "You want me to have to stay here all day? Because if you keep doing that I might not be able to stand."
"Hold that thought," Jared told him. "We should get going if we're going to catch that first show."
"I hate you."
Jared laughed and stood, tossing some money onto the counter for their food.
It was on purpose. Jensen knew that as soon as Jared dragged him between the two back rows and pushed him down into one of the two middle seats. Another two dozen people were either already there or filtered in after them, but they were sat furthest back by four rows. He knew it was on purpose as soon as the lights went down and Jared's hand slid across his thigh. The theater was dark enough and the movie was loud enough - another deliberate choice, Jensen knew - that when Jensen turned and asked what the fuck he thought he was doing, nobody heard him. Nobody except Jared.
"What d'you think?" He said, leaning across to speak right in Jensen's ear.
"I think you're crazy," Jensen answered, lifting Jared's hand and dropping it onto the arm of his seat.
"I think I'm trying to prove to you how much you drive me crazy. You keep saying you don't believe me."
"If I say I believe you, will you stop and let me watch the movie?"
The response was silence and then a soft sound as Jared shuffled forward in his seat. A dull thud as his knees hit the floor. Jensen scrambled back in his seat, pressing himself hard against the back of it and staring down at Jared. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" He hissed, as his legs were pushed apart and Jared managed to get between them in the narrow space.
Jared grinned up at him, touching a finger to his lips to tell Jensen to be quiet, as he reached up and unfastened the belt on his jeans. Jensen couldn't escape as Jared popped open the buttons of his fly and palmed his cock free. He looked around desperately, but saw nobody watching them. All far too busy concentrating on the movie. There was no time wasted and he had to bring his arm up to his mouth, biting down on the thick leather of his jacket sleeve to stop himself from crying out when Jared's warm mouth wrapped around his dick. His eyes stung from it, from the effort of holding back the noise he wanted to make. From the knowledge that if somebody just happened to turn around during a quiet moment in the movie then they would hear him struggling to breathe through his nose.
Jared knew how to make short work of it. How to make Jensen come in mere minutes. Whatever tactics he used to do that, however, he wasn't employing at that particular moment. His head bobbed in Jensen's lap, his hands holding firmly onto the younger man's thighs. His mouth never came off Jensen's dick, instead pulling and sucking and licking as quietly as he could manage. He pushed his tongue over the head, jabbing flicks that made Jensen's hips stutter and rise. It was torture and bliss, and his teeth clamped hard around leather as he pushed his feet against the soles of his boots.
On the screen the movie was still in the explosive opening scene, guns blazing and fireballs shooting across the picture. Jensen didn't see any of it. His eyes were closed, now, and his face was hot, his neck damp from sweaty curls of hair. One of Jared's hands moved from his thigh, pushing his teeshirt up around his belly. It did nothing more than brush against his skin, but that seemed to be enough to pull his orgasm from him. Jared swallowed, the feel of his throat working around Jensen's dick almost more than he could bear. He ducked forward in his seat quickly, his head banging against the one in front of him. He was panting, blowing gusts of hot air into Jared's hair.
Jared let him free only when he had calmed down and his cock had started to soften again. He redressed him, straightening his teeshirt back out, and then pushed Jensen back into his seat. He waited until another noisy moment in the movie before he manouevered himself out of the tight spot and back into his seat beside Jensen.
"I should make you leave right now," Jensen told him. "Crazy fuckin-"
"Unbunch your panties, Jen. Nobody saw, you fucking loved it, and it was really hot for me, too."
"You-"
"Like I told you, you make me crazy. You're too good for me. So damned hot that it doesn't matter where we are, I just want you. Need you losing control to me. You know what? I think we should go to the library and fuck when the movie's done with."
"No!"
At that outburst, Jared shushed him, and he saw someone a few rows in front turn and glance at him. He bit his lip, trying not to get annoyed. This was the kind of thing Jared did. He knew that. He just hadn't really expected it this morning. His dick was still aching and he looked across at Jared to find him acting engrossed in the movie, like he really cared what was going on.
And, for a while, Jensen pretended to care what was going on too.
For a while.
--TBC--
Note from Evil: For those not watching the community, check out our master post for other manips, etc, that you may have missed! (ESPECIALLY THE LAST WALLPAPER THAT bloody_adorable POSTED. DAMN!) I see some members/watchers of our fic have birthdays today or in the next few days. So..Happy Birthday to you!
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (25/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 3,043
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-FIVE
Jensen's mom came around to the house on Friday evening, not long after he'd returned from school. She'd wanted to come as soon as Jeffrey had called and told her what had happened to her boy, but Alan had been working at home that night and she hadn't had a moment without him until Friday. The school had called, although they hadn't gone into great detail, and when she asked Jeffrey why he told her that she should look into just what their money was funding. Oh, he knew that the majority of the staff would have done something about it if they could, but the ones with any power to wield were the ones who chose not to.
She spent an hour just sat with Jensen in the kitchen, watching him do his homework. Asked again and again if he was all right, why he hadn't told her before, while Jared stood by and worried. He knew Jensen wasn't going anywhere. He'd told him so. But he couldn't help himself. Jensen listened to her, and nodded in the right places, but mostly he concentrated on his books. He ignored a lot of her questions. It was a mark of how he'd been affected that he was beginning to draw into himself again. Jared hoped that it was simply because this was his mom and he didn't want to scare her.
She touched his arm, squeezing it through his thick sweater, and he finally looked directly at her. "I'll be okay," he said, closing his eyes when she stood up slightly and leaned across to kiss his temple.
"I know you will, sweetie. Seems like Jared and Jeffrey here can protect you far better than we ever could."
That provoked a reaction. Jensen scraped his chair back and stood, hugging his mother tight. "That's not... That's not the point, mom."
"It's all right. Just promise me you'll be careful."
He promised with a whisper, and then let her go. Jared told her goodbye and saw her out, then returned to find Jensen tugging off the sweater he'd pulled over his school shirt - only so his mom wouldn't see the tattoos just yet - and then once more bending over his books.
"You gotta do all that tonight?"
Jensen didn't look up. "I want to. Gives me the whole weekend free if I do."
Jared shrugged. "I guess. But it's Friday night, Jen. Don't you want to do movies and takeout?"
"No, I want to do my homework. Besides, Jeff's not home. Is he out with Stevie tonight?"
Sitting down at the opposite side of the table to Jensen, Jared shook his head. "He's just working late. He said he'd be home by ten. The overtime's good right now, since everybody wants it done by Christmas."
"I guess." Jensen said nothing more, going back to his books. Jared watched him, wondering how mad he'd get if he got... Distracted. He scratched at the side of his neck, dragging his nails down towards his throat. As he did, Jensen looked up at him with a soft smile. "Don't even think about it. Jared, I swear this will take me another two hours. I'll finish up on Sunday morning while you're still asleep. But give me two hours on this and then we can have the rest of the night."
"I love when you get bossy," Jared told him. He got up and left Jensen alone in the kitchen, although not before sharing a quiet kiss as a promise for later.
When Jensen was done, he went and found Jared on the couch and slid down beside him. He was watching the end of one of the Die Hard movies - Jensen didn't really notice which one - and moved to put one arm over Jensen's shoulders and pull him closer. He felt Jared's mouth press to the side of his head and closed his eyes, feeling tired. He half-listened to the movie as it drew to a close, but must have drifted off because he startled awake when Jared ran a hand through his hair.
"Fallin' asleep on me?" The quiet murmur against his ear tickled, and he squirmed away slightly. "Still early, Jen. Don't you want..." He trailed off, turning and pushing Jensen back down, his face hovering inches away. One hand smoothed Jensen's shirt over his stomach, then slipped between the bottom buttons. Jared's fingers were warm on his skin, and Jensen fought the urge to yawn at him. Instead he let go a quiet moan, unconsciously lifting his hips towards the touch. Jared undid a couple of buttons and worked his whole hand inside Jensen's shirt, lightly stroking over his stomach.
It felt way too good. Especially when Jared began planting soft little kisses along his jawline and down across his throat. Jensen ran his hand up and down Jared's arm as he held himself in position, still touching and kissing.
The hand in his shirt was pulled free and Jared moved it up over the thick cotton, pausing to squeeze the skin around Jensen's nipples. He stroked under his collar, then back down to his chest, and he continued the action for a few long minutes, never ceasing in his kisses. Jensen stood for it only so long before he moaned at Jared to get on with it, needing him to. His shirt was completely unbuttoned after that, and Jared pushed it over his shoulders and down, bit gently at his neck as he undressed him.
His pants were next; the belt unbuckled and the fly unzipped. Everything was slow and muted, like the drag of Jared's fingers over the ridge of Jensen's erection, straining against the cotton of his briefs. He held it in a loose grip, skimming up and down, and rubbed the material over the head of Jensen's cock until it was damp and dark. By this point the other man was pushing back against the couch with his head, hips rising up to try and force Jared to more action. But he was far too busy teasing to pay attention.
When his underwear was finally dragged down, it was almost painful.
"Jay.. Fuck, come on.. Please.." It was a fact that nobody could make Jensen need as much as Jared. Nobody could make him lose it quite so quickly. It was also a fact that Jared couldn't help but oblige. At least when it came to getting Jensen off. Jared fisted his cock more tightly, thumbing precome down the sides. He sat up enough to watch his hand work Jensen over, lips curving into a smile at the sight.
"So fucking pretty, Jen," he muttered, squeezing just so, the way he knew would make Jensen lose it in no time. There was a mumble of dissent in reply, but Jared ignored it. Jensen would always be beautiful to him. His stomach was clean, shining with a thin layer of sweat. The bruise on his hip was still a dark pink, and Jared knew it still pained him, but the other marks were already less obvious. And so what if there were dark rings under both his eyes? So what if there was a small scab at the corner of his mouth? Jared didn't care. He loved everything about the man beneath him who was currently losing all control.
Jensen's cock pulsed in his hand and Jared watched him come, watched it spatter his chest. He reached down with his free hand and painted it between Jensen's muscles, dragging his fingers through sweat and come and then licking them clean when he was done. With the taste of it on his tongue he leaned down, covering Jensen's body with his, and opened his boyfriend's mouth up into a kiss. A moan was caught between them, swallowed, and Jensen's hands curled tightly around the back pockets of Jared's jeans.
Which was about the moment they both heard Jeffrey's key in the front door. Jensen said, Fuck, and reached between them to pull his pants up and fasten them as much as he could, while Jared helped by not resting his weight on him for a moment. Jensen pushed at him as Jeff walked in, but he wouldn't budge. Instead he just looked around and grinned, wide and bright. Jeff looked over at the pair of them and shook his head, turning to hang his jacket.
"You boys want to move that into the garage? I was kind of hoping to kick back with a beer and some TV. And if you've made a mess I'll-"
"Relax, Jeff. I cleaned up." Jared finally moved to let Jensen sit up and he quickly pulled his shirt back up over his shoulders. "How was work?"
"Long. I gotta head back there first thing tomorrow, but I'll be home by midday. And Stevie'll be here not long after that. So if you guys could make sure you don't get this place into too much of a state, I'd appreciate it."
"We can go out," Jared told him, watching Jeff take a seat in the armchair opposite them.
"Yeah, sure you can. But I want you here in the afternoon. I want us to sit together and have a meal and maybe have it go a little better than last time." He looked directly at Jared as he said that, and his boy just nodded in return, silent. "Good. Cause if it doesn't, you really are going to be in proper serious shit. Now, you can stay in here and watch TV with me, as long as one of you gets the beers and there's no..." He waved a hand. "Funny stuff." He toed off his boots then and put his feet up on the table, crossing his ankles. Watched them expectantly.
It was Jared who got up to grab some beers from the refrigerator. He came back with a six-pack in one hand, and two bags of pretzels in the other. Jensen shifted over when he sat back down, but Jared pulled him up against his side and held onto him for the rest of the night.
When they ambled into the house on Saturday morning, sleepy and itchy with residual warmth, Jeffrey was already gone. Jared sat at the table, yawning and scratching underneath the elastic of his shorts, and watched Jensen make up a pot of coffee.
"You want something to eat?"
"Nah. I'm gonna take you out for breakfast and a movie. Just gimme coffee."
Jensen turned to face him, holding on to the edge of the counter, and tilted his head. "You're taking me out?"
"S'what I said, right?"
"Uh."
"I sold a couple of spare bike bits. So I'm not gonna ask you to pay for anything."
"I didn't mean.." Jensen sighed. "I just don't know about going out. I was hoping to just-"
"You're not hiding out here until Monday morning, Jen. You don't need to hide away." Jared got up and moved over to where Jensen stood, putting one hand beside his on the counter and trailing the other down his chest. "You're too sexy to hide away. And we never did see that movie, either." He tucked his fingers underneath Jensen's chin and lifted his head. "You still don't believe me, huh? Guess I'll have to keep saying it until you do."
"You're not gonna kiss me now, are you?"
Jared dodged back, raising his eyebrows.
"You just need to brush your teeth first, is all."
Shaking his head, Jared chuckled, and Jensen curled a hand round the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss anyway. "Funny," Jared managed, just before their mouths crashed together.
They shared a shower and both dressed in weekend gear - jeans and dark teeshirts, biker boots and leather jackets. Clothes that seemed to give Jensen more confidence as he donned them. He loved the way Jared looked in them, too. The more he wore, the more Jensen wanted to undress him. He stopped himself from suggesting they stay in and go back to bed, because Jared was right. He needed to get out. And if he said they should go back to bed, then Jared would more than likely be talked round.
At breakfast, Jared was evil. That was the only word for it, as far as Jensen was concerned. He smothered his pancakes in syrup and made a show of eating them, of licking the fork clean. He grinned stickily at Jensen, ran his tongue over his lips. Swallowed loudly.
"Stop that."
Jared just smiled in answer and speared the last piece of pancake with his fork, bringing it to his mouth. He chewed slowly, savoring it.
"I'm serious," Jensen said, watching his throat work as he swallowed again. "You want me to have to stay here all day? Because if you keep doing that I might not be able to stand."
"Hold that thought," Jared told him. "We should get going if we're going to catch that first show."
"I hate you."
Jared laughed and stood, tossing some money onto the counter for their food.
It was on purpose. Jensen knew that as soon as Jared dragged him between the two back rows and pushed him down into one of the two middle seats. Another two dozen people were either already there or filtered in after them, but they were sat furthest back by four rows. He knew it was on purpose as soon as the lights went down and Jared's hand slid across his thigh. The theater was dark enough and the movie was loud enough - another deliberate choice, Jensen knew - that when Jensen turned and asked what the fuck he thought he was doing, nobody heard him. Nobody except Jared.
"What d'you think?" He said, leaning across to speak right in Jensen's ear.
"I think you're crazy," Jensen answered, lifting Jared's hand and dropping it onto the arm of his seat.
"I think I'm trying to prove to you how much you drive me crazy. You keep saying you don't believe me."
"If I say I believe you, will you stop and let me watch the movie?"
The response was silence and then a soft sound as Jared shuffled forward in his seat. A dull thud as his knees hit the floor. Jensen scrambled back in his seat, pressing himself hard against the back of it and staring down at Jared. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" He hissed, as his legs were pushed apart and Jared managed to get between them in the narrow space.
Jared grinned up at him, touching a finger to his lips to tell Jensen to be quiet, as he reached up and unfastened the belt on his jeans. Jensen couldn't escape as Jared popped open the buttons of his fly and palmed his cock free. He looked around desperately, but saw nobody watching them. All far too busy concentrating on the movie. There was no time wasted and he had to bring his arm up to his mouth, biting down on the thick leather of his jacket sleeve to stop himself from crying out when Jared's warm mouth wrapped around his dick. His eyes stung from it, from the effort of holding back the noise he wanted to make. From the knowledge that if somebody just happened to turn around during a quiet moment in the movie then they would hear him struggling to breathe through his nose.
Jared knew how to make short work of it. How to make Jensen come in mere minutes. Whatever tactics he used to do that, however, he wasn't employing at that particular moment. His head bobbed in Jensen's lap, his hands holding firmly onto the younger man's thighs. His mouth never came off Jensen's dick, instead pulling and sucking and licking as quietly as he could manage. He pushed his tongue over the head, jabbing flicks that made Jensen's hips stutter and rise. It was torture and bliss, and his teeth clamped hard around leather as he pushed his feet against the soles of his boots.
On the screen the movie was still in the explosive opening scene, guns blazing and fireballs shooting across the picture. Jensen didn't see any of it. His eyes were closed, now, and his face was hot, his neck damp from sweaty curls of hair. One of Jared's hands moved from his thigh, pushing his teeshirt up around his belly. It did nothing more than brush against his skin, but that seemed to be enough to pull his orgasm from him. Jared swallowed, the feel of his throat working around Jensen's dick almost more than he could bear. He ducked forward in his seat quickly, his head banging against the one in front of him. He was panting, blowing gusts of hot air into Jared's hair.
Jared let him free only when he had calmed down and his cock had started to soften again. He redressed him, straightening his teeshirt back out, and then pushed Jensen back into his seat. He waited until another noisy moment in the movie before he manouevered himself out of the tight spot and back into his seat beside Jensen.
"I should make you leave right now," Jensen told him. "Crazy fuckin-"
"Unbunch your panties, Jen. Nobody saw, you fucking loved it, and it was really hot for me, too."
"You-"
"Like I told you, you make me crazy. You're too good for me. So damned hot that it doesn't matter where we are, I just want you. Need you losing control to me. You know what? I think we should go to the library and fuck when the movie's done with."
"No!"
At that outburst, Jared shushed him, and he saw someone a few rows in front turn and glance at him. He bit his lip, trying not to get annoyed. This was the kind of thing Jared did. He knew that. He just hadn't really expected it this morning. His dick was still aching and he looked across at Jared to find him acting engrossed in the movie, like he really cared what was going on.
And, for a while, Jensen pretended to care what was going on too.
For a while.
--TBC--