Smoke & Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder [26/?]
Master post.
Evil's Note: Sorry for the delay on this chapter. Basically on Saturday we had plasterers in and...they made more mess and took longer than any of us thought they would. Plus there was an entire room's worth of furniture between me and my laptop! But it's here now, and thanks for your patience. x
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (26/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 4,963
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-SIX
In retrospect, Jensen's timing was damned near perfect for maximum revenge potential. He waited out most of the movie, despite Jared shifting restlessly beside him, thumbing his lips with a soft moan every now and again. Jared kept looking over at him, leaning over to breathe against his ear and kiss the side of his neck. Jensen let him, but didn't reciprocate at first. The movie was nearly done with by the time he made a move. Jared had just about given up.
He reached over as the bad guy was just about to be maimed and grabbed between Jared's legs. Hard. He heard the sharp intake of breath and felt bits of popcorn hit his legs on the way to the floor when Jared's arm jerked sideways in surprise. But he didn't let it stop him, squeezing through denim and finding the shape of Jared's hard cock with his fingers. Jared didn't react as Jensen had. He didn't try and stop him. Instead he relaxed back in his seat and let his legs fall open a little wider, his head tipping back as he licked his lips.
Jensen took that as an invitation. He moved his hand up and then forced it underneath the waist of Jared's jeans, smiling at the little start when his hand came into contact with bare flesh. When he looked up, he found Jared looking directly at him.
"Movie's about to end," he said, giving one long stroke and then easing his hand free. Jared caught his wrist and held it.
"Ain't finished yet..."
"Neither are you. We'll carry on at home."
About to argue, Jared just swore at him because the credits had started rolling and the lights were beginning to come up.
They'd driven to the theater in Jeff's car, having gotten up to find he'd taken his bike to work. Jensen guessed he intended to take Stevie out on it that afternoon, before bringing her home, and he wondered if she'd enjoy her first bike experience as much as he had. As long as she didn't get into a fight. But, he guessed, that was probably something that only happened if you went with Jared. Jeffrey seemed more the type to stop fights than start them.
The Harley wasn't in the drive when they returned, so Jeffrey was still out. Just as well, thought Jensen, given the state Jared was in and what he wanted to do to him. He'd teased him throughout the drive home, and Jared had almost said 'screw it' and pulled over at one point, but Jensen insisted he kept driving. Jared might be fine with blowing him in public, but Jensen was pretty sure that if he tried it they'd be discovered and then there would be some serious explaining to do.
Jared parked up and as soon as he'd cut the engine, he dragged Jensen across the front seat to him and attacked his mouth vigorously. His teeth scraped, his tongue jabbed against the sides of Jensen's mouth, and his breath fanned hot between them. When he let Jensen go, his eyes were dark with need.
"Ready to go inside?" Jensen asked, smirking as he licked his lips.
"I'm ready, you fucking dick. I've been ready for the last half hour and-"
Jensen shut him up with another kiss, more gentle than before. "Come on then."
He'd intended to get him up to bed, wanting to return the favor lavished on him in the movie theater, but Jared clearly didn't want to waste any time. As soon as they were in the garage he started unbuckling his belt and sighed in relief as he pushed his jeans down and grabbed at his cock. Jensen placed two hands against Jared's chest and pushed him back against the ladder, making him let go before he dropped to his knees. Jared's mouth fell open in a rush of air and he gripped at the rungs behind him, staring down at Jensen. Jensen who was just now gripping the base of his cock to hold it steady, before sliding his mouth down over what he could manage.
"Fuck.." Eloquent, as always, Jared cursed down at him, until he couldn't think clearly enough to speak and he tipped his head back, shutting his eyes. For a second attempt, this was a definite improvement. Jensen let go of him once he had him steady in his mouth, instead using his hands to frame Jared's erection. His fingertips dug into soft, sensitive skin. Tickled into dark, curly hair. One hand slid smoothly down to cup around his balls and Jensen squeezed, accompanying it with an upward stroke of the tongue.
Jared managed to pry his eyes open and look back down at Jensen, surprised to see how unsure he still looked. He was concentrating hard, maybe on not fucking this up, and he was watching Jared's face as if the reaction would tell him he was doing it wrong. To reassure him, Jared loosened one hand's grip on the ladder behind him and planted it firmly in Jensen's hair, keeping him where he was. Truth be told, he just wanted to fuck Jensen's mouth until he came down his throat, but he held back the urge because he felt like he should ask if that was okay before he did it, and right now he didn't have the vocal capacity for anything other than incoherent moans.
Jensen's hands moved again, around Jared's hips, before curving firmly around his ass. Jared felt like his knees were buckling and he held onto the ladder and to Jensen much more tightly as Jensen's fingernails pressed in. He didn't take his mouth off Jared's cock once, and after several more minutes of torturous bliss, Jared was tugging on his hair to warn him how close he was. He should have known though. Should have known that Jensen wouldn't take the hint, or wouldn't understand it, or-
Jensen pulled his mouth back until all he had in it was the head and Jared was coming, pulsing into his mouth. Jensen didn't refrain from swallowing this time, although not all of it. He let half fall down his throat, breathing through his nose hard as he swallowed. What he couldn't manage dribbled from the sides of his mouth, rolling down his chin. He didn't have time to think about the taste or how he wanted to wipe his face off before Jared was forcing him to his feet, turning him around so his back was against the ladder, and kissing him hard.
Jared's tongue swiped over Jensen's chin, cleaning him off, and then pushed into his mouth. His cock was still twitching, still half-hard, and Jensen wrapped one hand around it and held it as they kissed.
They were laid out on Jared's sofa together, the heater he had set up aimed right at them, both in jeans and both in post-orgasmic bliss. Jared had seen fit to see to Jensen's needs again, especially after what he called 'such an awesome blowjob'. Which meant that Jensen was pretty much worn out and was sleeping happily, his body a warm weight on top of Jared, when Jeffrey and Stevie returned. He didn't hear the garage door open, although Jared did. Jeffrey looked in on them, smiling when he saw the state they were in. Stevie appeared behind him, resting her head on his shoulder, and Jared felt his insides clench when she kissed his whiskery cheek.
He stamped down on the feeling, knowing that he really had to make an effort today. The argument with Jeffrey last time had left him drained, and with the knowledge that he was in the wrong. It wasn't a nice feeling.
"You boys have a good morning?" Jeffrey asked, wrapping one arm around Stevie as he held the door open. She chuckled in his ear and tried to pull him back into the house, telling him it was kind of obvious that they had. Jared smiled at that, and then stopped himself.
"Yeah. We saw a movie. You?"
Stevie answered, and he shouldn't have been surprised. Her face was filled with excitement as she told him that Jeffrey had taken her out on his Harley, and that maybe they hadn't exactly stuck to the speed limit for the whole ride.
Jared ran his hand down the center of Jensen's back, hearing a soft moan in response, and told her that there really was no other way to ride a bike like that.
"Oh, god no. I wouldn't argue with that." He saw her glancing around the garage, and then she took a step forward. "You've got a Ducati in here too?"
He frowned. "Uh, yeah... She needs a little fixing up still, but-"
"If anyone can do it, Jay can," Jeffrey told her. "He fixed his own and he sometimes works on other people's."
"You're pretty good with machines then?" Stevie asked.
Jared shrugged. "I guess."
"It's a handy skill to have, though. You obviously do a good job."
He was going to answer to that, but a loud moan from Jensen turned everyone's attention his way. Trying not to laugh, Jared stroked his back again, lifting his head to kiss the side of Jensen's face. "Hey, man... You want to join us?"
Jensen mumbled something against Jared's skin, blinking sleepily. He stumbled quickly into consciousness when he heard Stevie's voice, though.
"We'll wait inside for you guys. We fetched something from the deli, okay?"
They had already turned and shut the door to the house behind them before Jensen fully sat up and stared down at Jared with wide eyes. "Did I just-"
"Relax. I think they thought it was kind of cute."
"Cute? How long were they there?"
"Don't worry about it. Find a sweater and come on in the house. Lunchtime."
Cheeks flaming, Jensen let Jared up and caught the hooded sweatshirt that was flung in his direction. He pulled it on, glad to get warm and cover up. Before they reached the door, he pulled Jared back and kissed him quietly.
"You going to behave today?" He asked.
Jared closed his eyes briefly and nodded. "Yeah. Scout's honour."
Stevie was at the table already, setting things out for their meal. She frowned when she saw Jensen's face and he remembered that there were scabs and bruises still visible there.
"Everything okay, Jensen?" She asked, watching him.
"Yeah. I... Got into a fight."
She nodded, noticing the way Jared was looking at her and clearly not wanting to make a scene. "Hope you won."
Jensen just shrugged, and looked away. He helped Jeffrey get some more things from the refrigerator and poured out some drinks while Jared sat himself down, knowing that if he tried to help he would only get in the way. They were soon all seated and eating and, to Jensen's surprise and relief, Jared actually joined in some of the conversation. Stevie cleverly turned it around to talking about the Harley, and about the bikes out in the garage, and Jared didn't seem to notice that he was holding most of the conversation by himself in the end. Jensen squeezed his knee under the table and he trailed off, ducking his head.
"Ain't this a lot better than Thanksgiving?" Jeffrey said, dusting crumbs from his hands.
"Jeff.." Stevie reached over and closed her hand over one of his, shaking her head slightly. There was no need to bring up what had happened before.
"Just sayin'", he shrugged. "Maybe we should've just got talking about the bikes before, huh Jay?"
Jared took the hint. He put his food down and looked up. "I'm sorry, Stevie. About last time. And you can stop looking at me like that, Dad. I do know how to apologise, y'know."
Stevie grinned at that, and Jensen laughed.
"I'm just stunned that you did."
"Well, maybe I got a favor to ask, too."
"Oh, right. Alternative motives, of course."
He didn't answer that and they finished their meal in relative quiet. As they were tidying away, Jeffrey's phone rang and he groaned when he saw the caller ID, but answered anyway. He had to. Jensen guessed it was work from what he was saying, and that Jeffrey was agreeing to rush back and sort out a problem.
"Do you want me to go?" Stevie asked, as he hung up. He held her by the arms and kissed her quickly.
"No, it's just a little thing that they need me there for. I'll be about thirty minutes, tops. So you can stay, make yourself comfortable. I'm sure the boys can behave a while longer. You're not gonna do anything stupid, right Jay?"
Jared gave him a cheeky smile. "Sure thing, Jeff. I ran out of places to hide bodies anyhow."
Jeff didn't laugh, told him he wasn't funny.
"Well, jeez, I wasn't trying to be."
"It works out well anyway," Stevie interrupted. "I have something I'd like to talk to the boys about without you listening in. Go on, get!" She shooed him towards the door and as soon as he was gone the three of them went back to tidying up. Jared seemed tense again, like now the threat of Jeff wasn't in the room he thought maybe he didn't have to be so nice. But he wanted to ask Stevie something, and he wasn't going to alienate her before she agreed to it.
"So, what's up?" Jensen asked, as the three of them sat down in the lounge together. It was uncomfortable again, but they all ignored it.
"Well, I was thinking of getting Jeffrey a dog for Christmas. A puppy, really. Something from one of the rescue centers. Do you think he'd go for that? It's just we were talking about animals and he said he used to have this dog-"
"Yeah," Jared interjected. "Back when I was a kid. When he first met Mom. She was this little Rottweiler mixed breed."
"Do you think he'd like something similar to that?"
Jared shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
"What about you? Would you guys be okay with it?"
Jensen nodded. He loved dogs. He'd always wanted one of his own, but his father had insisted he wouldn't be able to deal with one, so it was an argument that he hadn't bothered with too often. He started when Jared slapped his knee.
"Can I ask you something now?"
Stevie smiled. "Of course, Jared."
"You know what goes on at that school, right? With Jensen and that Doug Freeman asshole?" Jared ignored Jensen's sudden protest, shook off the hand on his arm. "So what can you do about it for him? You must have some kind of power over that idiot, don't you?"
Stevie stared at him for a moment, her mouth open, then shifted her gaze to Jensen who fidgeted under the scrutiny. "That was Doug? That was the argument that was being talked about in the staff room last week?"
Jared snorted. "A little more than an argument, don't you think? Didn't Jeff say anything?"
"Maybe he thought it wasn't his place," Jensen snapped, standing.
"Yeah, maybe. I happen to think it's mine, Jen. You sure as hell weren't gonna say anything, were you?"
"You really think it's fair, considering the relationship between-"
"Yes, I think it's fucking fair!" Jared waved a hand at Stevie. "What good is it to not ask, just because she's dating Jeff? You think anyone at your school even knows about this?"
"It doesn't matter! Doug Freeman's above anything in that school. There's only a couple teachers that'll tell him some of his work is wrong or not good enough, but then next thing you know it doesn't even matter. He's still scoring the high grades and walking round like he owns the place!"
Jared ignored him, turning back to Stevie. "He wrote 'fag' on Jensen's stomach. Hit him 'til he couldn't stand. And you want to sit there and tell me there's nothing anyone at that shit-heap school can do?"
"I'm not going to try and tell you anything, Jared," Stevie answered, and Jensen was impressed at how calm she still sounded. "Doug's been punished for what he did. And yes, I know it was by no means a fair punishment, especially given what was done to Chris Kane. But I can't punish him again for this. It's against school policy. I will go and speak to the principal, though. First thing Monday morning. And I'll look out for Jensen at school as much as I can. That's what you want, right? Because you love him and you can't be there to look after him... You just want to make sure that somebody is." She looked directly into his eyes. "I promise I'll do as much as I can. Although I can't promise that will be much."
Jared nodded, satisfied. He didn't thank her, and he didn't say anything else, but the look on his face showed his relief. She told Jensen that it might not be much, that she didn't have much sway, and that he was important to her. The room fell silent after that and Jensen couldn't face the awkwardness of it. He headed to the garage, unsurprised when he heard Jared get up and follow, with a few mumbled words to Stevie before he went. He had so much he wanted to say to Jared and plenty more he wanted to throw at him, but in the end he just collapsed onto the sofa and curled into the other man as soon as he joined him, unmoving and quiet.
They heard Jeffrey come back a while later. Jared went out to speak to him and, to Jensen's relief, there were no raised voices. Probably meant they were talking about him, but whatever. He heard the Harley pulling out and figured Jeffrey and Stevie had gone back to her place for the evening. Jared returned with two cold beers and handed one to Jensen as he sat down with him again. It was then that Jensen's phone rang.
"Who is it?" Jared asked, pulling the younger man into his arms as he checked his phone from his sweater pocket.
"My brother," came the reply, as Jensen answered. "Josh?"
"Hey, Jensen. Are you okay?"
"Sure. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Mom told us what happened to you. I thought maybe I'd better ask. Since you don't seem to like calling us any more and telling us what's going on."
Jensen felt a sharp twinge of guilt at his brother's tone. "I'm sorry. I just... I'm scared that Dad'll find out I called you and come down on you all like the giant ass that he is."
"Maybe he would, but for this kind of thing? It's worth it to know you're all right. Besides. He knows now."
A long pause. "What?"
"He was here last night when Mom got back. Wanted to know where the hell she'd been. She started crying, you know how Mom is, and she told him what happened to you."
"She told him?" Jensen felt sick, and he shrugged Jared away, sitting forward.
"Yeah. The whole works. Guess she couldn't help herself once she'd started."
His eyes were hot and he was struggling to think. "She told him what happened at school," he said. "And she told him why?"
"That Freeman is apparently a homophobic little dick. I figured you'd want to know that she just outed you to Dad."
He felt his throat start to constrict and swallowed as much as he could, his mouth feeling thick and too hot.
"And so now Dad's not speaking to her. Pissed at her for sneaking out to see you behind his back. Pissed at her for keeping it from him. Pissed because he thinks it's her fault you're gay."
"Josh, stop... I'm sorry, okay? I don't know what else to say to you."
"I'm not the one you have to say anything to. Maybe you should just come home and try and fix this. Dad wants you here so he can protect you better. Says now he knows, he can sort it out."
Jensen grimaced, the taste on his tongue acidic as he spoke. "I know what he means by that, Josh. And no. I'm happy where I am. I'm in love and I'm being looked after here. So no. I don't want to come back to that. It's not that I don't still think of him as my father, I do. I wish he could be a proper father to me. If he could accept it, if he could let me be who I want and see who I want, then maybe. But you and I both know he's not going to do that. Not ever."
"It's your choice, Jensen. I know that. You're old enough to do what you want with your life. I just wish you could see what you're doing to our family."
Josh didn't give him a chance to answer before he hung up, and Jensen blinked and rubbed at his itchy eyes. He tossed his phone onto the pile of magazines at his feet and then turned back to Jared, burrowing against his side. Folding his hands into the creases of Jared's sweater and pulling him into a kiss. Jared just let him.
It was dark when Jensen woke up. He felt tired, still, and he knew that was tiredness left over from what Doug had done to him. From the painkillers he had to take now and again, just to stop the bruises hurting too much. Jared was gone from beside him, but Jensen could hear him moving about on the upper level.
"Jay?"
The answer wasn't quite what he expected, as Jay shouted down, "You feel up to going out?"
"Where're we going?"
"Just a ride. Might end up somewhere, might not. Just feel like getting out of the house. Are you up to it?"
Jensen looked around, listened to the quiet. There wasn't anything worth staying in for if Jared wasn't going to be with him, he thought. "Sure."
Jared came down then, already shrugging into his leather jacket. He sat down next to Jensen to pull his boots on, leaning across to kiss him halfway through doing so. They got ready and picked up their helmets, and Jensen opened the garage door while Jared got the bike going.
The route they took was unfamiliar at first, although Jensen supposed that was down to it being so dark and late already. The roads were fairly quiet at this end of town, even for a Saturday evening, and it wasn't until they reached the highway that they saw a lot of other traffic. Jared kept a good speed up, though he didn't open the throttle completely until they turned onto a deserted back road. Jensen clung on tighter, not realizing that they'd taken this road once before. He didn't figure it out until he saw the signs, and he dug his fingers into Jared's sides like that would actually make him stop.
Jared pulled the bike into the parking lot of Mickey's and this time he parked around the front, alongside several other huge choppers. Jensen was off the bike in moments, lifting his helmet off.
"Are you insane?" He asked, as Jared pulled off his own helmet. "You remember what happened last time you brought me out here?!"
"Yeah, I remember. But you're a lot tougher than you were back then." Jared grinned. "Relax, Jensen. I'm not here to start a fight. We'll leave if anything starts to happen. I just need to speak to someone and then we can go."
"And I have to come with you?"
"Yes, you have to come with me. So there."
"Won't he kick me out again?"
"Only if you try to order alcohol. Go sit in the corner, I'll bring you a beer soon as I'm done talking to Rock."
Jensen didn't really like that idea, but he liked the idea of having Rock throw him out in front of everyone even less. So, once inside, he did as he was told.
The bar seemed a lot darker than he remembered. Maybe it was just the music that was playing, but it felt much more like the wrong place to be than it had before. Jensen sat as far away from all the other patrons as he could, glancing around the room. He felt his heart jump when he noticed Chuck and a few of his buddies sat near the pool tables. They were watching Jared, but didn't move. Obviously too lazy to start trouble tonight. Hopefully. Jensen shrank back further into his seat and kept his eyes on Jared until the other man was nearing him with an open beer in each hand.
"Can we go?" Jensen asked.
"Sure. When you've finished your drink."
"No, now. Please?"
"Why?"
Jensen nodded towards Chuck, who was no longer paying them any attention.
"Him? He won't come over here again. Me and Jeffrey kicked his ass last time, he sure won't want a repeat performance."
"Aren't you worried about your bike?"
"Jen, stop it. I'm keeping an eye on him as much as he is on me. Don't sweat it. One drink and then we'll go. No trouble."
Relenting, Jensen shuffled to the side as Jared sat beside him and handed him his beer. He didn't feel much like drinking, so he sat there and scratched his fingernails at the edge of the label, watching Chuck without looking directly at him all the while.
"What is it with him, anyway?" He asked, after a short time. "I mean, what's his problem with you?"
"He thinks I ratted him out to the cops. I used to ride with him. Was going through one of my uncontrollable phases. Jeff kept trying to keep me in, didn't want me coming here. 'Course, the more he tried, the more I came out here anyway. Addicted to the beer and the company. His own fault for introducing me, I guess. Chuck kept me in beer, in return I'd help him out when he needed something. Fixed his bike up a couple of times when it needed repairs. He told me stories about prison in return. Real nice guy, just the kind I wanted to hang around."
Jensen shook his head at that, but said nothing, wanting Jared to finish the story.
"Remember I told you about the liquor store robbery when I was seventeen? That was Chuck, too. We were going to hit five in one night, one each for me, him, and his other partners. Well, they all got theirs no problem, and they got away too. Me? I got caught before I even started. So I gave the cops some names and places, kept 'em happy. Kept Jeff happy. He said he didn't want me back unless I could learn to do the right thing, so I tried to clean up after that. Stole that bike a year later out of desperation, but it got returned. Cops were never called and Jeff helped me out of it. Said if I ever got in trouble again I had to tell him."
"So what about... When we met?"
Jared shrugged. "He wasn't around for me to tell. I needed money, quick. So I went to get it the best way I knew how. You kind of ruined the plan though."
"Are you glad?" Jensen asked, hating himself for sounding like such a girl. Jared obviously didn't notice or mind, though, or perhaps he just didn't feel like picking on him for once.
"Yeah. Sure I am. No regrets, Jen. That's how I feel like living."
"You finished with your beer?"
They didn't get each other off that night. Jared traced his fingers along the lines of Jensen's tattoos, his chest against the younger man's back, and kissed his shoulder as he worked his way around them. It had been a tough day and between them they had little energy left, although Jared talked in a soft voice as he continued to touch.
He told Jensen that he wouldn't let anyone hurt him now. Not again. He told him that Alan Ackles could go fuck himself if he wasn't prepared to love his son again. He told him that Jensen had changed him, screwed him up and straightened him out just by being who he was, and that he'd never forgive him, or thank him enough, for that. Jensen chuckled at that one, a half-laugh breathed out against the sheets that were pulled up against his neck.
Jared told him that he was sorry for all the things he'd done wrong, and grateful for all the things he'd done right. He told him he was beautiful and that his tattoos were beautiful too. He told him that he could be a big girl sometimes - Ah, there it was - and that he shouldn't ever stop that because it was one of the reasons Jared was holding him like this right now. He whispered in Jensen's ear that if he ever wanted Jared to let go, he only had to ask. He continued to tell him that there was no guarantee that he'd listen, though.
He reassured him that just because Chris hadn't been in touch, it didn't mean that he was mad over what had happened. It was more likely that he couldn't get in touch, not that he didn't want to.
Jared told him, as the pull of sleep grew too strong and Jensen's eyes began to close, that he would take him. Before Christmas, he would have him like he wanted to have him. Jensen didn't need to ask what he meant.
He knew.
--TBC--
Evil's Note: Sorry for the delay on this chapter. Basically on Saturday we had plasterers in and...they made more mess and took longer than any of us thought they would. Plus there was an entire room's worth of furniture between me and my laptop! But it's here now, and thanks for your patience. x
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (26/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 4,963
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-SIX
In retrospect, Jensen's timing was damned near perfect for maximum revenge potential. He waited out most of the movie, despite Jared shifting restlessly beside him, thumbing his lips with a soft moan every now and again. Jared kept looking over at him, leaning over to breathe against his ear and kiss the side of his neck. Jensen let him, but didn't reciprocate at first. The movie was nearly done with by the time he made a move. Jared had just about given up.
He reached over as the bad guy was just about to be maimed and grabbed between Jared's legs. Hard. He heard the sharp intake of breath and felt bits of popcorn hit his legs on the way to the floor when Jared's arm jerked sideways in surprise. But he didn't let it stop him, squeezing through denim and finding the shape of Jared's hard cock with his fingers. Jared didn't react as Jensen had. He didn't try and stop him. Instead he relaxed back in his seat and let his legs fall open a little wider, his head tipping back as he licked his lips.
Jensen took that as an invitation. He moved his hand up and then forced it underneath the waist of Jared's jeans, smiling at the little start when his hand came into contact with bare flesh. When he looked up, he found Jared looking directly at him.
"Movie's about to end," he said, giving one long stroke and then easing his hand free. Jared caught his wrist and held it.
"Ain't finished yet..."
"Neither are you. We'll carry on at home."
About to argue, Jared just swore at him because the credits had started rolling and the lights were beginning to come up.
They'd driven to the theater in Jeff's car, having gotten up to find he'd taken his bike to work. Jensen guessed he intended to take Stevie out on it that afternoon, before bringing her home, and he wondered if she'd enjoy her first bike experience as much as he had. As long as she didn't get into a fight. But, he guessed, that was probably something that only happened if you went with Jared. Jeffrey seemed more the type to stop fights than start them.
The Harley wasn't in the drive when they returned, so Jeffrey was still out. Just as well, thought Jensen, given the state Jared was in and what he wanted to do to him. He'd teased him throughout the drive home, and Jared had almost said 'screw it' and pulled over at one point, but Jensen insisted he kept driving. Jared might be fine with blowing him in public, but Jensen was pretty sure that if he tried it they'd be discovered and then there would be some serious explaining to do.
Jared parked up and as soon as he'd cut the engine, he dragged Jensen across the front seat to him and attacked his mouth vigorously. His teeth scraped, his tongue jabbed against the sides of Jensen's mouth, and his breath fanned hot between them. When he let Jensen go, his eyes were dark with need.
"Ready to go inside?" Jensen asked, smirking as he licked his lips.
"I'm ready, you fucking dick. I've been ready for the last half hour and-"
Jensen shut him up with another kiss, more gentle than before. "Come on then."
He'd intended to get him up to bed, wanting to return the favor lavished on him in the movie theater, but Jared clearly didn't want to waste any time. As soon as they were in the garage he started unbuckling his belt and sighed in relief as he pushed his jeans down and grabbed at his cock. Jensen placed two hands against Jared's chest and pushed him back against the ladder, making him let go before he dropped to his knees. Jared's mouth fell open in a rush of air and he gripped at the rungs behind him, staring down at Jensen. Jensen who was just now gripping the base of his cock to hold it steady, before sliding his mouth down over what he could manage.
"Fuck.." Eloquent, as always, Jared cursed down at him, until he couldn't think clearly enough to speak and he tipped his head back, shutting his eyes. For a second attempt, this was a definite improvement. Jensen let go of him once he had him steady in his mouth, instead using his hands to frame Jared's erection. His fingertips dug into soft, sensitive skin. Tickled into dark, curly hair. One hand slid smoothly down to cup around his balls and Jensen squeezed, accompanying it with an upward stroke of the tongue.
Jared managed to pry his eyes open and look back down at Jensen, surprised to see how unsure he still looked. He was concentrating hard, maybe on not fucking this up, and he was watching Jared's face as if the reaction would tell him he was doing it wrong. To reassure him, Jared loosened one hand's grip on the ladder behind him and planted it firmly in Jensen's hair, keeping him where he was. Truth be told, he just wanted to fuck Jensen's mouth until he came down his throat, but he held back the urge because he felt like he should ask if that was okay before he did it, and right now he didn't have the vocal capacity for anything other than incoherent moans.
Jensen's hands moved again, around Jared's hips, before curving firmly around his ass. Jared felt like his knees were buckling and he held onto the ladder and to Jensen much more tightly as Jensen's fingernails pressed in. He didn't take his mouth off Jared's cock once, and after several more minutes of torturous bliss, Jared was tugging on his hair to warn him how close he was. He should have known though. Should have known that Jensen wouldn't take the hint, or wouldn't understand it, or-
Jensen pulled his mouth back until all he had in it was the head and Jared was coming, pulsing into his mouth. Jensen didn't refrain from swallowing this time, although not all of it. He let half fall down his throat, breathing through his nose hard as he swallowed. What he couldn't manage dribbled from the sides of his mouth, rolling down his chin. He didn't have time to think about the taste or how he wanted to wipe his face off before Jared was forcing him to his feet, turning him around so his back was against the ladder, and kissing him hard.
Jared's tongue swiped over Jensen's chin, cleaning him off, and then pushed into his mouth. His cock was still twitching, still half-hard, and Jensen wrapped one hand around it and held it as they kissed.
They were laid out on Jared's sofa together, the heater he had set up aimed right at them, both in jeans and both in post-orgasmic bliss. Jared had seen fit to see to Jensen's needs again, especially after what he called 'such an awesome blowjob'. Which meant that Jensen was pretty much worn out and was sleeping happily, his body a warm weight on top of Jared, when Jeffrey and Stevie returned. He didn't hear the garage door open, although Jared did. Jeffrey looked in on them, smiling when he saw the state they were in. Stevie appeared behind him, resting her head on his shoulder, and Jared felt his insides clench when she kissed his whiskery cheek.
He stamped down on the feeling, knowing that he really had to make an effort today. The argument with Jeffrey last time had left him drained, and with the knowledge that he was in the wrong. It wasn't a nice feeling.
"You boys have a good morning?" Jeffrey asked, wrapping one arm around Stevie as he held the door open. She chuckled in his ear and tried to pull him back into the house, telling him it was kind of obvious that they had. Jared smiled at that, and then stopped himself.
"Yeah. We saw a movie. You?"
Stevie answered, and he shouldn't have been surprised. Her face was filled with excitement as she told him that Jeffrey had taken her out on his Harley, and that maybe they hadn't exactly stuck to the speed limit for the whole ride.
Jared ran his hand down the center of Jensen's back, hearing a soft moan in response, and told her that there really was no other way to ride a bike like that.
"Oh, god no. I wouldn't argue with that." He saw her glancing around the garage, and then she took a step forward. "You've got a Ducati in here too?"
He frowned. "Uh, yeah... She needs a little fixing up still, but-"
"If anyone can do it, Jay can," Jeffrey told her. "He fixed his own and he sometimes works on other people's."
"You're pretty good with machines then?" Stevie asked.
Jared shrugged. "I guess."
"It's a handy skill to have, though. You obviously do a good job."
He was going to answer to that, but a loud moan from Jensen turned everyone's attention his way. Trying not to laugh, Jared stroked his back again, lifting his head to kiss the side of Jensen's face. "Hey, man... You want to join us?"
Jensen mumbled something against Jared's skin, blinking sleepily. He stumbled quickly into consciousness when he heard Stevie's voice, though.
"We'll wait inside for you guys. We fetched something from the deli, okay?"
They had already turned and shut the door to the house behind them before Jensen fully sat up and stared down at Jared with wide eyes. "Did I just-"
"Relax. I think they thought it was kind of cute."
"Cute? How long were they there?"
"Don't worry about it. Find a sweater and come on in the house. Lunchtime."
Cheeks flaming, Jensen let Jared up and caught the hooded sweatshirt that was flung in his direction. He pulled it on, glad to get warm and cover up. Before they reached the door, he pulled Jared back and kissed him quietly.
"You going to behave today?" He asked.
Jared closed his eyes briefly and nodded. "Yeah. Scout's honour."
Stevie was at the table already, setting things out for their meal. She frowned when she saw Jensen's face and he remembered that there were scabs and bruises still visible there.
"Everything okay, Jensen?" She asked, watching him.
"Yeah. I... Got into a fight."
She nodded, noticing the way Jared was looking at her and clearly not wanting to make a scene. "Hope you won."
Jensen just shrugged, and looked away. He helped Jeffrey get some more things from the refrigerator and poured out some drinks while Jared sat himself down, knowing that if he tried to help he would only get in the way. They were soon all seated and eating and, to Jensen's surprise and relief, Jared actually joined in some of the conversation. Stevie cleverly turned it around to talking about the Harley, and about the bikes out in the garage, and Jared didn't seem to notice that he was holding most of the conversation by himself in the end. Jensen squeezed his knee under the table and he trailed off, ducking his head.
"Ain't this a lot better than Thanksgiving?" Jeffrey said, dusting crumbs from his hands.
"Jeff.." Stevie reached over and closed her hand over one of his, shaking her head slightly. There was no need to bring up what had happened before.
"Just sayin'", he shrugged. "Maybe we should've just got talking about the bikes before, huh Jay?"
Jared took the hint. He put his food down and looked up. "I'm sorry, Stevie. About last time. And you can stop looking at me like that, Dad. I do know how to apologise, y'know."
Stevie grinned at that, and Jensen laughed.
"I'm just stunned that you did."
"Well, maybe I got a favor to ask, too."
"Oh, right. Alternative motives, of course."
He didn't answer that and they finished their meal in relative quiet. As they were tidying away, Jeffrey's phone rang and he groaned when he saw the caller ID, but answered anyway. He had to. Jensen guessed it was work from what he was saying, and that Jeffrey was agreeing to rush back and sort out a problem.
"Do you want me to go?" Stevie asked, as he hung up. He held her by the arms and kissed her quickly.
"No, it's just a little thing that they need me there for. I'll be about thirty minutes, tops. So you can stay, make yourself comfortable. I'm sure the boys can behave a while longer. You're not gonna do anything stupid, right Jay?"
Jared gave him a cheeky smile. "Sure thing, Jeff. I ran out of places to hide bodies anyhow."
Jeff didn't laugh, told him he wasn't funny.
"Well, jeez, I wasn't trying to be."
"It works out well anyway," Stevie interrupted. "I have something I'd like to talk to the boys about without you listening in. Go on, get!" She shooed him towards the door and as soon as he was gone the three of them went back to tidying up. Jared seemed tense again, like now the threat of Jeff wasn't in the room he thought maybe he didn't have to be so nice. But he wanted to ask Stevie something, and he wasn't going to alienate her before she agreed to it.
"So, what's up?" Jensen asked, as the three of them sat down in the lounge together. It was uncomfortable again, but they all ignored it.
"Well, I was thinking of getting Jeffrey a dog for Christmas. A puppy, really. Something from one of the rescue centers. Do you think he'd go for that? It's just we were talking about animals and he said he used to have this dog-"
"Yeah," Jared interjected. "Back when I was a kid. When he first met Mom. She was this little Rottweiler mixed breed."
"Do you think he'd like something similar to that?"
Jared shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
"What about you? Would you guys be okay with it?"
Jensen nodded. He loved dogs. He'd always wanted one of his own, but his father had insisted he wouldn't be able to deal with one, so it was an argument that he hadn't bothered with too often. He started when Jared slapped his knee.
"Can I ask you something now?"
Stevie smiled. "Of course, Jared."
"You know what goes on at that school, right? With Jensen and that Doug Freeman asshole?" Jared ignored Jensen's sudden protest, shook off the hand on his arm. "So what can you do about it for him? You must have some kind of power over that idiot, don't you?"
Stevie stared at him for a moment, her mouth open, then shifted her gaze to Jensen who fidgeted under the scrutiny. "That was Doug? That was the argument that was being talked about in the staff room last week?"
Jared snorted. "A little more than an argument, don't you think? Didn't Jeff say anything?"
"Maybe he thought it wasn't his place," Jensen snapped, standing.
"Yeah, maybe. I happen to think it's mine, Jen. You sure as hell weren't gonna say anything, were you?"
"You really think it's fair, considering the relationship between-"
"Yes, I think it's fucking fair!" Jared waved a hand at Stevie. "What good is it to not ask, just because she's dating Jeff? You think anyone at your school even knows about this?"
"It doesn't matter! Doug Freeman's above anything in that school. There's only a couple teachers that'll tell him some of his work is wrong or not good enough, but then next thing you know it doesn't even matter. He's still scoring the high grades and walking round like he owns the place!"
Jared ignored him, turning back to Stevie. "He wrote 'fag' on Jensen's stomach. Hit him 'til he couldn't stand. And you want to sit there and tell me there's nothing anyone at that shit-heap school can do?"
"I'm not going to try and tell you anything, Jared," Stevie answered, and Jensen was impressed at how calm she still sounded. "Doug's been punished for what he did. And yes, I know it was by no means a fair punishment, especially given what was done to Chris Kane. But I can't punish him again for this. It's against school policy. I will go and speak to the principal, though. First thing Monday morning. And I'll look out for Jensen at school as much as I can. That's what you want, right? Because you love him and you can't be there to look after him... You just want to make sure that somebody is." She looked directly into his eyes. "I promise I'll do as much as I can. Although I can't promise that will be much."
Jared nodded, satisfied. He didn't thank her, and he didn't say anything else, but the look on his face showed his relief. She told Jensen that it might not be much, that she didn't have much sway, and that he was important to her. The room fell silent after that and Jensen couldn't face the awkwardness of it. He headed to the garage, unsurprised when he heard Jared get up and follow, with a few mumbled words to Stevie before he went. He had so much he wanted to say to Jared and plenty more he wanted to throw at him, but in the end he just collapsed onto the sofa and curled into the other man as soon as he joined him, unmoving and quiet.
They heard Jeffrey come back a while later. Jared went out to speak to him and, to Jensen's relief, there were no raised voices. Probably meant they were talking about him, but whatever. He heard the Harley pulling out and figured Jeffrey and Stevie had gone back to her place for the evening. Jared returned with two cold beers and handed one to Jensen as he sat down with him again. It was then that Jensen's phone rang.
"Who is it?" Jared asked, pulling the younger man into his arms as he checked his phone from his sweater pocket.
"My brother," came the reply, as Jensen answered. "Josh?"
"Hey, Jensen. Are you okay?"
"Sure. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Mom told us what happened to you. I thought maybe I'd better ask. Since you don't seem to like calling us any more and telling us what's going on."
Jensen felt a sharp twinge of guilt at his brother's tone. "I'm sorry. I just... I'm scared that Dad'll find out I called you and come down on you all like the giant ass that he is."
"Maybe he would, but for this kind of thing? It's worth it to know you're all right. Besides. He knows now."
A long pause. "What?"
"He was here last night when Mom got back. Wanted to know where the hell she'd been. She started crying, you know how Mom is, and she told him what happened to you."
"She told him?" Jensen felt sick, and he shrugged Jared away, sitting forward.
"Yeah. The whole works. Guess she couldn't help herself once she'd started."
His eyes were hot and he was struggling to think. "She told him what happened at school," he said. "And she told him why?"
"That Freeman is apparently a homophobic little dick. I figured you'd want to know that she just outed you to Dad."
He felt his throat start to constrict and swallowed as much as he could, his mouth feeling thick and too hot.
"And so now Dad's not speaking to her. Pissed at her for sneaking out to see you behind his back. Pissed at her for keeping it from him. Pissed because he thinks it's her fault you're gay."
"Josh, stop... I'm sorry, okay? I don't know what else to say to you."
"I'm not the one you have to say anything to. Maybe you should just come home and try and fix this. Dad wants you here so he can protect you better. Says now he knows, he can sort it out."
Jensen grimaced, the taste on his tongue acidic as he spoke. "I know what he means by that, Josh. And no. I'm happy where I am. I'm in love and I'm being looked after here. So no. I don't want to come back to that. It's not that I don't still think of him as my father, I do. I wish he could be a proper father to me. If he could accept it, if he could let me be who I want and see who I want, then maybe. But you and I both know he's not going to do that. Not ever."
"It's your choice, Jensen. I know that. You're old enough to do what you want with your life. I just wish you could see what you're doing to our family."
Josh didn't give him a chance to answer before he hung up, and Jensen blinked and rubbed at his itchy eyes. He tossed his phone onto the pile of magazines at his feet and then turned back to Jared, burrowing against his side. Folding his hands into the creases of Jared's sweater and pulling him into a kiss. Jared just let him.
It was dark when Jensen woke up. He felt tired, still, and he knew that was tiredness left over from what Doug had done to him. From the painkillers he had to take now and again, just to stop the bruises hurting too much. Jared was gone from beside him, but Jensen could hear him moving about on the upper level.
"Jay?"
The answer wasn't quite what he expected, as Jay shouted down, "You feel up to going out?"
"Where're we going?"
"Just a ride. Might end up somewhere, might not. Just feel like getting out of the house. Are you up to it?"
Jensen looked around, listened to the quiet. There wasn't anything worth staying in for if Jared wasn't going to be with him, he thought. "Sure."
Jared came down then, already shrugging into his leather jacket. He sat down next to Jensen to pull his boots on, leaning across to kiss him halfway through doing so. They got ready and picked up their helmets, and Jensen opened the garage door while Jared got the bike going.
The route they took was unfamiliar at first, although Jensen supposed that was down to it being so dark and late already. The roads were fairly quiet at this end of town, even for a Saturday evening, and it wasn't until they reached the highway that they saw a lot of other traffic. Jared kept a good speed up, though he didn't open the throttle completely until they turned onto a deserted back road. Jensen clung on tighter, not realizing that they'd taken this road once before. He didn't figure it out until he saw the signs, and he dug his fingers into Jared's sides like that would actually make him stop.
Jared pulled the bike into the parking lot of Mickey's and this time he parked around the front, alongside several other huge choppers. Jensen was off the bike in moments, lifting his helmet off.
"Are you insane?" He asked, as Jared pulled off his own helmet. "You remember what happened last time you brought me out here?!"
"Yeah, I remember. But you're a lot tougher than you were back then." Jared grinned. "Relax, Jensen. I'm not here to start a fight. We'll leave if anything starts to happen. I just need to speak to someone and then we can go."
"And I have to come with you?"
"Yes, you have to come with me. So there."
"Won't he kick me out again?"
"Only if you try to order alcohol. Go sit in the corner, I'll bring you a beer soon as I'm done talking to Rock."
Jensen didn't really like that idea, but he liked the idea of having Rock throw him out in front of everyone even less. So, once inside, he did as he was told.
The bar seemed a lot darker than he remembered. Maybe it was just the music that was playing, but it felt much more like the wrong place to be than it had before. Jensen sat as far away from all the other patrons as he could, glancing around the room. He felt his heart jump when he noticed Chuck and a few of his buddies sat near the pool tables. They were watching Jared, but didn't move. Obviously too lazy to start trouble tonight. Hopefully. Jensen shrank back further into his seat and kept his eyes on Jared until the other man was nearing him with an open beer in each hand.
"Can we go?" Jensen asked.
"Sure. When you've finished your drink."
"No, now. Please?"
"Why?"
Jensen nodded towards Chuck, who was no longer paying them any attention.
"Him? He won't come over here again. Me and Jeffrey kicked his ass last time, he sure won't want a repeat performance."
"Aren't you worried about your bike?"
"Jen, stop it. I'm keeping an eye on him as much as he is on me. Don't sweat it. One drink and then we'll go. No trouble."
Relenting, Jensen shuffled to the side as Jared sat beside him and handed him his beer. He didn't feel much like drinking, so he sat there and scratched his fingernails at the edge of the label, watching Chuck without looking directly at him all the while.
"What is it with him, anyway?" He asked, after a short time. "I mean, what's his problem with you?"
"He thinks I ratted him out to the cops. I used to ride with him. Was going through one of my uncontrollable phases. Jeff kept trying to keep me in, didn't want me coming here. 'Course, the more he tried, the more I came out here anyway. Addicted to the beer and the company. His own fault for introducing me, I guess. Chuck kept me in beer, in return I'd help him out when he needed something. Fixed his bike up a couple of times when it needed repairs. He told me stories about prison in return. Real nice guy, just the kind I wanted to hang around."
Jensen shook his head at that, but said nothing, wanting Jared to finish the story.
"Remember I told you about the liquor store robbery when I was seventeen? That was Chuck, too. We were going to hit five in one night, one each for me, him, and his other partners. Well, they all got theirs no problem, and they got away too. Me? I got caught before I even started. So I gave the cops some names and places, kept 'em happy. Kept Jeff happy. He said he didn't want me back unless I could learn to do the right thing, so I tried to clean up after that. Stole that bike a year later out of desperation, but it got returned. Cops were never called and Jeff helped me out of it. Said if I ever got in trouble again I had to tell him."
"So what about... When we met?"
Jared shrugged. "He wasn't around for me to tell. I needed money, quick. So I went to get it the best way I knew how. You kind of ruined the plan though."
"Are you glad?" Jensen asked, hating himself for sounding like such a girl. Jared obviously didn't notice or mind, though, or perhaps he just didn't feel like picking on him for once.
"Yeah. Sure I am. No regrets, Jen. That's how I feel like living."
"You finished with your beer?"
They didn't get each other off that night. Jared traced his fingers along the lines of Jensen's tattoos, his chest against the younger man's back, and kissed his shoulder as he worked his way around them. It had been a tough day and between them they had little energy left, although Jared talked in a soft voice as he continued to touch.
He told Jensen that he wouldn't let anyone hurt him now. Not again. He told him that Alan Ackles could go fuck himself if he wasn't prepared to love his son again. He told him that Jensen had changed him, screwed him up and straightened him out just by being who he was, and that he'd never forgive him, or thank him enough, for that. Jensen chuckled at that one, a half-laugh breathed out against the sheets that were pulled up against his neck.
Jared told him that he was sorry for all the things he'd done wrong, and grateful for all the things he'd done right. He told him he was beautiful and that his tattoos were beautiful too. He told him that he could be a big girl sometimes - Ah, there it was - and that he shouldn't ever stop that because it was one of the reasons Jared was holding him like this right now. He whispered in Jensen's ear that if he ever wanted Jared to let go, he only had to ask. He continued to tell him that there was no guarantee that he'd listen, though.
He reassured him that just because Chris hadn't been in touch, it didn't mean that he was mad over what had happened. It was more likely that he couldn't get in touch, not that he didn't want to.
Jared told him, as the pull of sleep grew too strong and Jensen's eyes began to close, that he would take him. Before Christmas, he would have him like he wanted to have him. Jensen didn't need to ask what he meant.
He knew.
--TBC--