Smoke & Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder [28/?]
Master post.
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (28/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 5,029
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-EIGHT
She still couldn't believe it. She had seen the bruises on Jensen's face. Jared had told her what they'd done. Jensen hadn't wanted him to, feeling that he was only adding fuel to the fire, but it was impossible to stop him. Jared had watched her reaction to Jensen's wounds, and was happy to see that she covered her hand with her mouth, disgusted by the display of ignorance mapped across Jensen's body. She was okay, Jared decided. She'd had the right reaction.
The news of what had happened at school had flashed around so quickly, that each story was different. Stevie had decided not to believe any of them. Now, she was left with a shaky, sick feeling.
"I can't promise anything," she'd told Jensen, sitting across from him. "I wish I could say I had the power to kick this kid's ass, but I don't."
He had shrugged his shoulders. "I know," he said. "I don't expect you to do anything." He pointedly looked at Jared then, as if to say, see? This is how that whole thing works. Jared ignored him.
"It's not that I don't want to. Jensen, you guys are quickly becoming my family. Anything that happens to you is important to me. I just wish I had more pull with the system."
And those words rang unbelievably true. Her attitude towards the school and Superintendent Cameron had quickly tarnished. She was furious with them for being so lax with Doug Freeman, yet crashing down on Chris Kane, who'd had nothing to do with any of it, really. She knew that she should leave well enough alone, and she had no intention of mouthing off to the Super on Monday morning. But she had stayed up most of Sunday night with Jeffrey, talking things over with him, and they had come to a couple of decisions. One, they liked each other. A lot. More than a lot, really. Stevie admitted that she couldn't imagine her life without him now, even though they had only been seeing each other a short time. Jeffrey admitted the same, in lesser words of course.
Two, they had decided that, since her outlook on the school, staff and students had been jaded, she should do what she thought best, regardless of the consequences. Jeffrey smiled and told her, "Baby, you know you have my support no matter what."
"Which is why I love you," she'd grinned back.
They had professed their feelings to each other, of course, but those specific three words that she'd uttered were so beautiful to his ears. "You love me, huh?" he'd winked.
She honestly hadn't even realized that that was the first time she'd ever really said that to him. She shrugged and wrinkled her nose at him when she smiled. "You're not bad, I guess," she had teased.
He'd swooped her up in his arms, twirling her around, leaving her clinging to his broad shoulders. "Too late, you already said it," he had laughed.
His words were still able to calm her nerves and anger as she stepped towards the Superintendent's office. The halls were scattered with kids who were on their way to second period, or just plain wandering the halls. Right or wrong, she didn't say anything to them, instead concentrating on moving down the corridors.
In the main office, the secretary smiled over at her. "Hi, Stevie," she grinned.
She didn't return the greeting, didn't smile back. "Is Mister Cameron in?"
Shelly's happy smile faded slightly. "He is," she nodded. "But he's with someone right now."
"Who?"
"Um, Donna Ackles," she said. "Why?"
What luck. Stevie nodded and passed by Shelly.
"Miss Kilworth, wait!"
Stevie held a hand up to her. "What I have to say involves Mrs Ackles," she said. "Thank you, Shelly." She let herself into the office, clearly interrupting the meeting. She ignored the annoyed look that the Super gave her and held her hand out to Donna Ackles, who was sitting in front of the Super's desk. "Mrs Ackles, I'm--"
"Stevie Kilworth!" she exclaimed, standing to take the woman's hand. "Jensen has told me so much about you. I'd know you anywhere."
"All good I hope," she returned with a smile.
"Of course."
"Miss Kilworth, if you'll excuse us, we were in the middle of a meeting."
Stevie looked at Cameron and, instead of leaving the office, she sat down in the free chair next to Jensen's mother, who returned to her own seat. "I assure you, Mister Cameron," she said, sounding proper and more than a little angry, "everything I have to say has to do with what you were talking about with Mrs Ackles."
"I highly doubt that."
Before he could even finish his sentence completely, Stevie spoke. "I am here to give you my notice," she said.
Stunned, Cameron could only look at her for a moment. "What?" he finally asked.
"I'll finish the year out, of course," she told him. "But I won't be returning after the summer."
"And where are you going?"
"That doesn't concern you," she returned. "All you need to know is that because of what happened with Jensen Ackles and Doug Freeman, I no longer feel comfortable here at the school."
Cameron chuckled, shaking his head. "Miss Kilworth," he began, trying to appear friendly. "If you're worried about being attacked by one of the students, I can assure you--"
"That's the farthest thing from my mind," she told him. "But I am concerned with the staff here."
"What about them?"
"Let's say, I'm more concerned with teaching my kids," she smiled, "and less concerned with what family has the most money."
"That is not how things are run here, Miss Kilworth, and I'll thank you to--"
This was not the day for Cameron to finish a sentence, because this time Donna Ackles interrupted him. "Yes, it is," she said, looking away from Stevie, and turning her gaze onto the Super. She nodded. "Yes, it is. My husband has contributed a great deal to this school, and so have the Kanes. We always pay extra on whatever tuition we owe, just like we did this year. We donate at every function you have. The fact that the Freemans have always donated more has always given young Doug the upper hand. And because they were the highest bidders, you let my son get bullied all these years. I didn't even know about it." She looked at Stevie, tears of guilt clouding her vision. "My Jensen hid it from me all this time. I had doubts when he would tell me about a bruise he got in gym class, or from walking into a doorway. Always some intricate lie. But I figured he was a boy, and boys would be boys. If he had a problem, he would come to his father and me." She shook her head and looked down at her hands. "He never did. I should have pushed him about it, I know that now. I should have come here sooner before this happened. Maybe then I could have made him--"
Stevie smiled and reached out to touch Donna's hand, grasping it in her own. "What you did is make him a good boy," she assured her. "A good, strong boy. We all love him dearly."
Frustrated with the turn of events, Cameron growled out a sigh. "Miss Kilworth," he almost sneered. "You seem overly attached to this young man. Perhaps an internal investigation--"
"I am dating Jeffrey Morgan," she offered readily. The information made Cameron stumble. "I live part time at his home, where Jensen is currently residing."
That gave Cameron fuel again. "Speaking of which," he began, but was immediately cut off once more.
"He has my permission to live there," Donna said.
Completely annoyed, Cameron threw his pen down to the blotter on his desk and sighed. "Is that all?" he asked them. When neither of them spoke, he shrugged his shoulders. "I'm very sorry, Miss Kilworth, to be losing you next year, but I thank you for the ample warning. Mrs Ackles, Douglas Freeman's punishment has already been dealt. There's nothing I can do about that. However, I will be following this up."
"With his parents?" Donna asked.
He nodded and didn't bother hiding the roll of his eyes. "With his parents."
School had just let out. Football practice was in full-swing by the time something on the sidelines caught Doug's attention. He did a double-take, eyeing the big guy just off the field. Then, not recognizing him, he went back to playing. He did well that night, and was allowed to skip the last few minutes of penalty laps for those that hadn't pulled their weight. He was in and out of the locker room in good time. His buddies met him in the parking lot, having been watching practice, and they piled into the Charger. Just before Doug started the car, he saw the same tall, burly man that had been out by the field, now standing by a truck that looked ready to accommodate ten of the biggest pro-wrestlers in the country.
"What the fuck?"
"What?"
Ignoring his buddy, Doug got out of his car and turned to face the mystery man, but by the time he did that, the guy was getting into his truck. Frowning, he watched the monster truck drive out of the lot, and then angled himself behind the wheel again. "Freak," he mumbled.
By the time he got home, he could smell that the housekeeper, Marta, was in the middle of making something gourmet and utterly fantastic. Not that he really cared. She always made something out of this world, but he was used to it. Inside the doorway, he dropped his things by the stairs, leaving them for Marta to take to his room.
"Ma!" he called. "I'm home."
She called to him from somewhere nearby and then met him in the living room, leaning in to give his cheek a kiss. "Hello, Dougie, sweetheart," she smiled. "How was your day today?"
He plopped himself down upon the sofa, reaching into the candy dish that sat atop the coffee table. "Un-fucking-believable," he said, devoid of any real emotion.
"Sweetie," she frowned, sitting down beside him on the sofa. "I wish you wouldn't speak so harshly."
"Sorry, Ma." Again, no emotion in his voice. He picked up the TV remote and flipped to the ESPN channel. "I'm going to go out later."
"Dougie, it's a school night," she gently reminded him.
"Yeah, so?"
"So, what about your homework?"
"I did it," he said. "I had two study halls today."
"Alright," she agreed. "If you think that's best." She was distracted when the phone rang. "Marta, could you get that?"
The phone rang only a couple more times before Marta answered it. But while she was answering the phone, the doorbell rang. Doug looked over to his mother, seeing that she wasn't going to get up. "Ma."
"Oh, sorry, darling," she apologized. "You're wrapped up in your sports. I'll get the door." She excused herself as she stepped in front of him and headed to the front hall, pulling hard to open the heavy mahogany door. "Yes?"
Doug glanced over to the front foyer, his heart stopping for a moment when he saw the same big guy from the football field, now standing in the doorway. "Shit."
"I'm the insurance guy," the man said.
Mrs Freeman cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes at the man. "Insurance man?" she repeated. "Really? You don't look like an insurance man."
Doug pushed in between her and the door. "I got it, Ma," he said.
Marta arrived, turning the corner and handing the phone to Doug's mother. "For you, Mrs Freeman," she said quickly, and then left again.
Distracted again, she headed off into the living room again, talking on the phone. "Hello? Yes, this is she."
Doug pushed the big guy backwards onto the porch and closed the door behind them. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Rock."
He blinked, confused at the man's presence. "Okay, Rock," he said gruffly. "What do you want?"
"I'm the insurance guy."
"Yeah, I got that," he nodded. "What does that mean?"
In a split second, Rock curled one meaty hand into a fist and swung at Doug's abdomen. The wind was instantly knocked out of Doug's lungs as he doubled over in pain. He grunted and tried to breathe in, but it hurt too much. Instead, he had to take smaller, more gasping breaths. Rock pulled Doug back up to stand straight, pushing him back against the house. "Means I'm here to make sure you know that Ackles has good insurance."
Doug's temper flared. He gritted his teeth, nostrils flaring wide as he took deep breaths. "I get it," he said haltingly through the pain. "I'm not an idiot, okay?"
"I don't know," Rock said, seeming unconvinced. "You don't look so bright to me."
"And you do?"
That remark earned Doug another punch to the gut, making him cough and lose his breath again. He grunted painfully when Rock raked his fingers through Doug's hair, pulling him back up. "Get this straight, little man," he snarled. "Ackles is untouchable. He so much as has a hair out of place, and you'll get a visit from me. And maybe I'll bring Necro along. He likes 'em bloody and with a little fight left in 'em."
"Jesus Christ," Doug tried to breathe. "I get it, man. I try anything, and I'm toast."
"Yeah," Rock grinned in his face. "And Necro might be the kind to butter you up and take a good bite or two."
Doug made a disgusted sound as Rock laughed. He was released, and slid down to the porch floor. Rock took his leave, the monster truck roaring loudly as he drove away. Doug's stomach throbbed with pain, bile coating the back of his throat. He stayed where he was for a few more minutes, trying to compose himself. He couldn't let his mother find out what had just transpired there. Taking several deep breaths, he combed his fingers through his hair and headed back inside the house.
"Dougie?"
"Yeah, Ma."
"Are you alright?"
His eyes were bloodshot and he felt like he was going to be sick, but he nodded to her anyway. "Yeah," he agreed. "I'm going to go upstairs. I need to lie down for a while."
"Hold on," she said, her voice having a little more authority this time. "That was Mister Cameron that just called. He wants to talk to your father and me. He said you beat up a boy at school?"
Doug's eyes drifted closed and he sighed.
Fuck.
Since Sunday, usually the day he finished his homework, had pretty much been shot, thanks to his drunken stupidity, Jensen took the rest of Monday to finish what he'd not the previous day. He'd finally awoken around three in the afternoon with a splitting headache and a sick stomach. Surprisingly though, that was a step up. He found a sweat-beaded McDonald's cup of soda pop and a large carton of fries, both standing atop the nightstand beside the bed. He smiled softly and reached for both, regardless of the fact that his stomach protested. As he ate, he wondered in what book Jared had read the remedy. He'd like to kiss the author.
After eating and drinking all he could, his stomach was better, but not perfect. He decided that a shower was in order, and then cracked open the books. Jared was gone when he'd awoken, but he finally returned around five, carrying a Kentucky Fried Chicken bucket with him. "I got dinner, beautiful," he announced.
Jensen's stomach turned when he saw the chicken. "Thanks," he said. "I think I'm good for now."
"Feeling pretty bad still?"
He shook his head. "No, not too bad, surprisingly. Way better than this morning."
Sternly, Jared wagged a finger at him. "Don't ever mix your liquors," he warned.
"Thanks," Jensen chuckled. "I'll remember that."
Jared ate in the house, thankfully, and by the time he was done, Jensen had finished up his work. The door to the garage opened and closed, just as Jensen closed his History book. "I know, I know," he said. "I'm done so you can have your dirty little way with me."
"All these years, and you're still treating me like your love-slave."
It wasn't Jared's voice. Snapping his head around, Jensen saw Chris standing in the doorway, smiling brightly. "Shit, Chris," he breathed, setting a hand to his heart. "I'm sorry!"
"Don't be," he shrugged, moving down the stairs and into the garage. "I love being objectified."
Jensen stood and moved closer to him. Chris was the first to open his arms and pull Jensen into a hearty hug, and Jensen couldn't help but lean into it more than he probably should have. "I thought you were mad at me," he said, words muffled against Chris's shoulder.
Chris pulled him back and smacked Jensen's shoulder - hard. Realizing that Jensen could have had a bruise there, he rubbed away the pain he caused. "When was the last time I was mad at you?" he asked. "What happened wasn't your fault."
"Jeff tried to get Mister Cameron to back down a little, but he wouldn't."
Chris shook his head. "Don't worry about it, Jen."
"You didn't call."
He shrugged. "My parents fucking flipped out, man," he said. He moved over to the sofa and sat down on the arm of it. "I've just now gotten out of house arrest."
"Did you get the whole nine yards, chores and no TV?"
"Chores, no TV, no phone, no Dani, no you," he nodded. "I explained what happened, but they were sure there had to be more to it, because of the punishment I got, versus what fucking Freeman got."
"He's actually been civil to me," Jensen said.
"Get out."
"I know, it scares me too."
Chris chuckled. It was silent for a moment as he eyed Jensen. "What else?"
Hands in his pockets, Jensen shrugged. "What?"
"There's something else wrong."
Jensen laughed and shook his head. "No, there's not."
"Jen, I've known you for too long. What's wrong?"
His smile quickly vanished. He reached up and massaged the back of his own neck, a sigh heaving from him. "Dad," he said, and then cleared his throat. He straightened and looked at his best friend. "Alan decided that he doesn't want to know me anymore."
Chris's shoulders fell slightly. "Damn, Jen," he frowned. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah, you know, don't worry about it," he said, waving it away.
"No, it's bullshit," Chris argued. "He's so damn judgmental. Someone needs to kick his ass."
Jensen laughed and shook his head. "Yeah, right."
Sighing, Chris stood from the arm of the sofa. "Alright, look," he said. "I gotta jet. I still gotta get over and see Dani so she doesn't think I've been avoiding her, too. She'll need a little more convincing than you did, I think."
"Convincing of the French kind?"
Chris nodded, flicking Jensen's forehead with his fingers. "You're a quick study," he teased. He opened his arms and pulled Jensen into one more hug.
Jensen loved that he felt Chris's hand at the back of his head, holding him there in the embrace for a while.
"I'll see you at school tomorrow, Queenda," he joked, backing out of the hug.
The jokes didn't hurt coming from Chris, because they were said with love and years of friendship. "Original," he nodded. "Get lost."
As Chris left, Jared stepped through the doorway. They shared some sort of handshake-fist punch that Jensen still didn't get, and Chris let himself out of the front door. Jared didn't worry about locking up; the door handle lock was enough for now. He'd go in and lock up properly later. He toed off his boots just inside the garage doorway. "Jeff called," he said to Jensen as he set the boots aside. In his stocking feet, he moved over to the sofa. "Said him and Stevie had some 'serious talking' to do again, so he might just stay there tonight."
"I hope everything's okay."
Jared shrugged as he stretched out on the sofa. "He probably just wants to get laid," he said. "He told me to tell you to behave for once though."
"Yeah," Jensen said, standing from his chair. "Because I'm the problem child."
"You've fucking corrupted me." He chuckled and watched as Jensen headed toward the sofa. He opened his legs, setting one of them along the back of the couch. "Couple hours of TV?" he offered.
Jensen crawled down on the sofa, settling himself between Jared's legs and resting his head against the man's stomach. Jared's leg dropped from the back of the sofa, curling around him.
Regardless of how much he had already slept, by ten o'clock, Jensen found himself drifting off to sleep, warm and comfortable, tangled up in Jared. He awoke to the feel of Jared rubbing at his back. He found that, at some point, the man had wriggled out from underneath him and was now standing over him.
"Come on," Jared encouraged. "Let's go to bed."
Jensen protested any movement, but didn't have a choice. Jared pushed him towards the ladder and up to the loft. Standing beside the bed, Jared slipped his fingers underneath the hem of Jensen's black shirt. "Take this off," he said softly. Jensen raised his arms, the only help Jared was going to get at that moment, and let the man pull the shirt off. It was tossed to the floor, quickly followed by Jared's red tee. Jensen looked up to find Jared already looking at him. Still a little sleepy, he reached out and touched Jared's face.
Jared took Jensen's hand away from his face. Keeping hold of his wrist, he bent his head down and pressed a kiss to the inside of Jensen's elbow. Jensen watched him, curious, and then felt his eyes drift closed when Jared’s tongue tasted the salt on his skin. Jared turned the wet kisses into suckling, pulling the skin up into his mouth just slightly, tongue working over the soft flesh. Jensen hadn't realized that the inside of his elbow was an erogenous zone, but was suddenly very thankful that Jared had known. The sensation made a soft gasp escape him.
Letting Jensen's arm free, Jared looked at him again, He reached over and unfastened the young man's jeans, pushing down the zipper and forcing his hands inside, around to the back. His hands conformed to the shape of Jensen's backside, squeezing the muscle gently. He said nothing to him, pushing the jeans and boxer briefs down. Jensen let Jared undress him, adoring how Jared took his time, brushing his hands over each inch of newly exposed skin.
Maybe it was because Jensen was still a little tired, or maybe because he wasn't feeling well, but whatever the case, Jared pushed him down to the bed and let him relax while he finished undressing himself. He crawled atop Jensen, eyes predatory as he leaned down and kissed him.
Jensen's chest expanded as he tried to breathe amidst the kiss. His hands skated up Jared's body, to his face, where he felt the man's jaw move underneath his hand.
Easing back, Jared stared down at him, dark hazel searching green. "There're so many things I'd like to do to you," he said softly.
Jensen returned his gaze, long lashes looking delicate in the low light of the room. "So, why don't you?"
Smiling, Jared reached down between them and wrapped his hand around Jensen, stroking him softly, shallowly, just enough to send a slight static through him. "What do you want to do?"
Jensen's eyes drifted closed for a moment, lids heavy not from sleep this time, but from pleasure. "What we did in the hotel room," he said.
Jared lowered himself down to one elbow, stroking somewhat harder than before, keeping Jensen's mind fuzzy with the constantly growing static. He leaned in and set his lips against Jensen's mouth, speaking against him. "Tell me what you want."
Doing his best to keep his breathing calm and even, Jensen closed his eyes as he breathed in Jared's exhalations. He wasn't good at talking like this, and he wished Jared wouldn't keep trying. Still, he felt the need to respond. "I want...I want you."
"What do you want from me?" Jared's voice was just a whisper, his lips grazing Jensen's, his tongue sneaking out now and then for a wet kiss.
Jensen tried to think of how to phrase his needs. He swallowed hard. His hands were rested at Jared's sides, fingers clutching at and dimpling the soft flesh there. "I want..." He hadn't found the right words yet, and paused. Jared continued touching him, taking the flat of his thumb and swiping it over the head of Jensen's cock. The movement spread the slightest hint of wetness around the head, sending his nerve endings crying out. Jensen gasped, mouth open against Jared's, and groaned. "I want to watch you." Jared repeated the movement, adding in a stronger flick of his wrist and Jensen gasped once more. "Oh, God," he breathed. He looked up into Jared's eyes, more determination there this time. "I want to watch you come."
Pleased with the words that had finally worked their way out of Jensen's mouth, Jared smiled and kissed him, harder than before. He got up, not breaking the kiss until he absolutely had to, before leaning over to the shelves beside the bed. He returned with a small bottle of lube, and generously poured some into the palm of his hand. He slicked down Jensen's skin, watching the man grit his teeth against the sensations Jared was sending rippling through his body. He did the same thing to himself, but didn't have enough of the lube left. He poured what he could into Jensen's hand and helped him spread the slick substance.
Jensen watched Jared lean back against the mattress and followed him, hovering over Jared in a breathy, hungry kiss. Jared's hands guided him closer, let go for just a moment to reach down and guide their slick cocks up against each other. The first touch had Jensen breaking away from the kiss to look down at what he was doing. He watched his own hips thrust against Jared's and groaned.
Jared let go and set his hands up over his head, palms up. "Hold me down," he told him.
Jensen looked at his hands, then interlocked their fingers, pinning Jared down to the mattress. He thrust his hips again, the warm wetness between them making his head spin, his heart pound with need. He quickly found a rhythm that had him breathing heavier, had Jared grunting with each stroke. Jared's grip on his hands grew tighter and tighter, the tips of his fingers whitening as he held on.
Jensen tipped his head back for a moment, his eyes closed, relishing the feel of the slippery warmth, the perfect friction building between them. He was so thankful Jared had stumbled into his life - or was it vice versa? - so glad that it was Jared teaching him not only these things, but how to be strong, self-assured. Where would he be without him? The idea of that scared him more than he wanted to admit.
Leaning down, Jensen kissed Jared the way he'd learned sent Jared reeling. He knew it was working, when he heard a soft whimper escape the back of Jared's throat. He realized Jared was at his mercy, and it made him smile. He scraped his teeth along the other man's ear, down his neck and then back up along his jaw, kissing him again, his tongue hungrily seeking out Jared's. By the time he backed away to look down, he saw a thin film of sweat had gathered upon Jared's skin, shining at the hollow of his throat. For some reason, that simple sight made Jensen's cock twitch out of need. He was responsible for that sweat, and it sent a spark through him.
He wanted to lean down, bury his face at Jared's neck to muffle his cries as he came, but he didn't. Instead, he gazed down into Jared's eyes, finding him already watching him. He thought for sure he would come first, but Jared suddenly arched against him, his grip tightening even more, legs curling around Jensen's body. Jensen watched as Jared's eyes closed, his mouth falling open as he moaned, and warmth spilled between them.
Jensen leaned down and swallowed what was left of Jared's cries. He kept up with his rhythm, his hips working harder than before. It was only a moment or two later that he came, his own moans swallowed this time, his breath stolen. Their skin was even slicker than before and it made chills spread along Jensen's skin, made him shudder violently against Jared's body.
Grunting one last time, Jensen collapsed. The grip on Jared's hands went slack and he buried his face at the crook of Jared's neck and shoulder. He felt Jared wrap both his legs around Jensen again, as well as both arms, and squeeze tightly. Jensen breathed out and felt his spine crack slightly, vertebrae re-aligning. He chuckled and then rolled onto his own side of the bed. Jared leaned out of bed and did some sort of flailing fish movement, returning with the red tee he'd thrown to the floor earlier. He wiped off his belly and lower before handing the shirt over to Jensen and letting him do the same.
"You don't have any idea how sexy you were just now, do you?"
Jensen looked at him, surprised. "What'd I do?"
"The way you told me what you wanted," Jared explained. "That had me ready to come in an instant."
Jensen laughed and shook his head, tossing the shirt back onto the floor. "I wish I could be better at it."
Jared leaned over, kissed him goodnight. "You were perfect."
--TBC--
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (28/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 5,029
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-EIGHT
She still couldn't believe it. She had seen the bruises on Jensen's face. Jared had told her what they'd done. Jensen hadn't wanted him to, feeling that he was only adding fuel to the fire, but it was impossible to stop him. Jared had watched her reaction to Jensen's wounds, and was happy to see that she covered her hand with her mouth, disgusted by the display of ignorance mapped across Jensen's body. She was okay, Jared decided. She'd had the right reaction.
The news of what had happened at school had flashed around so quickly, that each story was different. Stevie had decided not to believe any of them. Now, she was left with a shaky, sick feeling.
"I can't promise anything," she'd told Jensen, sitting across from him. "I wish I could say I had the power to kick this kid's ass, but I don't."
He had shrugged his shoulders. "I know," he said. "I don't expect you to do anything." He pointedly looked at Jared then, as if to say, see? This is how that whole thing works. Jared ignored him.
"It's not that I don't want to. Jensen, you guys are quickly becoming my family. Anything that happens to you is important to me. I just wish I had more pull with the system."
And those words rang unbelievably true. Her attitude towards the school and Superintendent Cameron had quickly tarnished. She was furious with them for being so lax with Doug Freeman, yet crashing down on Chris Kane, who'd had nothing to do with any of it, really. She knew that she should leave well enough alone, and she had no intention of mouthing off to the Super on Monday morning. But she had stayed up most of Sunday night with Jeffrey, talking things over with him, and they had come to a couple of decisions. One, they liked each other. A lot. More than a lot, really. Stevie admitted that she couldn't imagine her life without him now, even though they had only been seeing each other a short time. Jeffrey admitted the same, in lesser words of course.
Two, they had decided that, since her outlook on the school, staff and students had been jaded, she should do what she thought best, regardless of the consequences. Jeffrey smiled and told her, "Baby, you know you have my support no matter what."
"Which is why I love you," she'd grinned back.
They had professed their feelings to each other, of course, but those specific three words that she'd uttered were so beautiful to his ears. "You love me, huh?" he'd winked.
She honestly hadn't even realized that that was the first time she'd ever really said that to him. She shrugged and wrinkled her nose at him when she smiled. "You're not bad, I guess," she had teased.
He'd swooped her up in his arms, twirling her around, leaving her clinging to his broad shoulders. "Too late, you already said it," he had laughed.
His words were still able to calm her nerves and anger as she stepped towards the Superintendent's office. The halls were scattered with kids who were on their way to second period, or just plain wandering the halls. Right or wrong, she didn't say anything to them, instead concentrating on moving down the corridors.
In the main office, the secretary smiled over at her. "Hi, Stevie," she grinned.
She didn't return the greeting, didn't smile back. "Is Mister Cameron in?"
Shelly's happy smile faded slightly. "He is," she nodded. "But he's with someone right now."
"Who?"
"Um, Donna Ackles," she said. "Why?"
What luck. Stevie nodded and passed by Shelly.
"Miss Kilworth, wait!"
Stevie held a hand up to her. "What I have to say involves Mrs Ackles," she said. "Thank you, Shelly." She let herself into the office, clearly interrupting the meeting. She ignored the annoyed look that the Super gave her and held her hand out to Donna Ackles, who was sitting in front of the Super's desk. "Mrs Ackles, I'm--"
"Stevie Kilworth!" she exclaimed, standing to take the woman's hand. "Jensen has told me so much about you. I'd know you anywhere."
"All good I hope," she returned with a smile.
"Of course."
"Miss Kilworth, if you'll excuse us, we were in the middle of a meeting."
Stevie looked at Cameron and, instead of leaving the office, she sat down in the free chair next to Jensen's mother, who returned to her own seat. "I assure you, Mister Cameron," she said, sounding proper and more than a little angry, "everything I have to say has to do with what you were talking about with Mrs Ackles."
"I highly doubt that."
Before he could even finish his sentence completely, Stevie spoke. "I am here to give you my notice," she said.
Stunned, Cameron could only look at her for a moment. "What?" he finally asked.
"I'll finish the year out, of course," she told him. "But I won't be returning after the summer."
"And where are you going?"
"That doesn't concern you," she returned. "All you need to know is that because of what happened with Jensen Ackles and Doug Freeman, I no longer feel comfortable here at the school."
Cameron chuckled, shaking his head. "Miss Kilworth," he began, trying to appear friendly. "If you're worried about being attacked by one of the students, I can assure you--"
"That's the farthest thing from my mind," she told him. "But I am concerned with the staff here."
"What about them?"
"Let's say, I'm more concerned with teaching my kids," she smiled, "and less concerned with what family has the most money."
"That is not how things are run here, Miss Kilworth, and I'll thank you to--"
This was not the day for Cameron to finish a sentence, because this time Donna Ackles interrupted him. "Yes, it is," she said, looking away from Stevie, and turning her gaze onto the Super. She nodded. "Yes, it is. My husband has contributed a great deal to this school, and so have the Kanes. We always pay extra on whatever tuition we owe, just like we did this year. We donate at every function you have. The fact that the Freemans have always donated more has always given young Doug the upper hand. And because they were the highest bidders, you let my son get bullied all these years. I didn't even know about it." She looked at Stevie, tears of guilt clouding her vision. "My Jensen hid it from me all this time. I had doubts when he would tell me about a bruise he got in gym class, or from walking into a doorway. Always some intricate lie. But I figured he was a boy, and boys would be boys. If he had a problem, he would come to his father and me." She shook her head and looked down at her hands. "He never did. I should have pushed him about it, I know that now. I should have come here sooner before this happened. Maybe then I could have made him--"
Stevie smiled and reached out to touch Donna's hand, grasping it in her own. "What you did is make him a good boy," she assured her. "A good, strong boy. We all love him dearly."
Frustrated with the turn of events, Cameron growled out a sigh. "Miss Kilworth," he almost sneered. "You seem overly attached to this young man. Perhaps an internal investigation--"
"I am dating Jeffrey Morgan," she offered readily. The information made Cameron stumble. "I live part time at his home, where Jensen is currently residing."
That gave Cameron fuel again. "Speaking of which," he began, but was immediately cut off once more.
"He has my permission to live there," Donna said.
Completely annoyed, Cameron threw his pen down to the blotter on his desk and sighed. "Is that all?" he asked them. When neither of them spoke, he shrugged his shoulders. "I'm very sorry, Miss Kilworth, to be losing you next year, but I thank you for the ample warning. Mrs Ackles, Douglas Freeman's punishment has already been dealt. There's nothing I can do about that. However, I will be following this up."
"With his parents?" Donna asked.
He nodded and didn't bother hiding the roll of his eyes. "With his parents."
School had just let out. Football practice was in full-swing by the time something on the sidelines caught Doug's attention. He did a double-take, eyeing the big guy just off the field. Then, not recognizing him, he went back to playing. He did well that night, and was allowed to skip the last few minutes of penalty laps for those that hadn't pulled their weight. He was in and out of the locker room in good time. His buddies met him in the parking lot, having been watching practice, and they piled into the Charger. Just before Doug started the car, he saw the same tall, burly man that had been out by the field, now standing by a truck that looked ready to accommodate ten of the biggest pro-wrestlers in the country.
"What the fuck?"
"What?"
Ignoring his buddy, Doug got out of his car and turned to face the mystery man, but by the time he did that, the guy was getting into his truck. Frowning, he watched the monster truck drive out of the lot, and then angled himself behind the wheel again. "Freak," he mumbled.
By the time he got home, he could smell that the housekeeper, Marta, was in the middle of making something gourmet and utterly fantastic. Not that he really cared. She always made something out of this world, but he was used to it. Inside the doorway, he dropped his things by the stairs, leaving them for Marta to take to his room.
"Ma!" he called. "I'm home."
She called to him from somewhere nearby and then met him in the living room, leaning in to give his cheek a kiss. "Hello, Dougie, sweetheart," she smiled. "How was your day today?"
He plopped himself down upon the sofa, reaching into the candy dish that sat atop the coffee table. "Un-fucking-believable," he said, devoid of any real emotion.
"Sweetie," she frowned, sitting down beside him on the sofa. "I wish you wouldn't speak so harshly."
"Sorry, Ma." Again, no emotion in his voice. He picked up the TV remote and flipped to the ESPN channel. "I'm going to go out later."
"Dougie, it's a school night," she gently reminded him.
"Yeah, so?"
"So, what about your homework?"
"I did it," he said. "I had two study halls today."
"Alright," she agreed. "If you think that's best." She was distracted when the phone rang. "Marta, could you get that?"
The phone rang only a couple more times before Marta answered it. But while she was answering the phone, the doorbell rang. Doug looked over to his mother, seeing that she wasn't going to get up. "Ma."
"Oh, sorry, darling," she apologized. "You're wrapped up in your sports. I'll get the door." She excused herself as she stepped in front of him and headed to the front hall, pulling hard to open the heavy mahogany door. "Yes?"
Doug glanced over to the front foyer, his heart stopping for a moment when he saw the same big guy from the football field, now standing in the doorway. "Shit."
"I'm the insurance guy," the man said.
Mrs Freeman cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes at the man. "Insurance man?" she repeated. "Really? You don't look like an insurance man."
Doug pushed in between her and the door. "I got it, Ma," he said.
Marta arrived, turning the corner and handing the phone to Doug's mother. "For you, Mrs Freeman," she said quickly, and then left again.
Distracted again, she headed off into the living room again, talking on the phone. "Hello? Yes, this is she."
Doug pushed the big guy backwards onto the porch and closed the door behind them. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Rock."
He blinked, confused at the man's presence. "Okay, Rock," he said gruffly. "What do you want?"
"I'm the insurance guy."
"Yeah, I got that," he nodded. "What does that mean?"
In a split second, Rock curled one meaty hand into a fist and swung at Doug's abdomen. The wind was instantly knocked out of Doug's lungs as he doubled over in pain. He grunted and tried to breathe in, but it hurt too much. Instead, he had to take smaller, more gasping breaths. Rock pulled Doug back up to stand straight, pushing him back against the house. "Means I'm here to make sure you know that Ackles has good insurance."
Doug's temper flared. He gritted his teeth, nostrils flaring wide as he took deep breaths. "I get it," he said haltingly through the pain. "I'm not an idiot, okay?"
"I don't know," Rock said, seeming unconvinced. "You don't look so bright to me."
"And you do?"
That remark earned Doug another punch to the gut, making him cough and lose his breath again. He grunted painfully when Rock raked his fingers through Doug's hair, pulling him back up. "Get this straight, little man," he snarled. "Ackles is untouchable. He so much as has a hair out of place, and you'll get a visit from me. And maybe I'll bring Necro along. He likes 'em bloody and with a little fight left in 'em."
"Jesus Christ," Doug tried to breathe. "I get it, man. I try anything, and I'm toast."
"Yeah," Rock grinned in his face. "And Necro might be the kind to butter you up and take a good bite or two."
Doug made a disgusted sound as Rock laughed. He was released, and slid down to the porch floor. Rock took his leave, the monster truck roaring loudly as he drove away. Doug's stomach throbbed with pain, bile coating the back of his throat. He stayed where he was for a few more minutes, trying to compose himself. He couldn't let his mother find out what had just transpired there. Taking several deep breaths, he combed his fingers through his hair and headed back inside the house.
"Dougie?"
"Yeah, Ma."
"Are you alright?"
His eyes were bloodshot and he felt like he was going to be sick, but he nodded to her anyway. "Yeah," he agreed. "I'm going to go upstairs. I need to lie down for a while."
"Hold on," she said, her voice having a little more authority this time. "That was Mister Cameron that just called. He wants to talk to your father and me. He said you beat up a boy at school?"
Doug's eyes drifted closed and he sighed.
Fuck.
Since Sunday, usually the day he finished his homework, had pretty much been shot, thanks to his drunken stupidity, Jensen took the rest of Monday to finish what he'd not the previous day. He'd finally awoken around three in the afternoon with a splitting headache and a sick stomach. Surprisingly though, that was a step up. He found a sweat-beaded McDonald's cup of soda pop and a large carton of fries, both standing atop the nightstand beside the bed. He smiled softly and reached for both, regardless of the fact that his stomach protested. As he ate, he wondered in what book Jared had read the remedy. He'd like to kiss the author.
After eating and drinking all he could, his stomach was better, but not perfect. He decided that a shower was in order, and then cracked open the books. Jared was gone when he'd awoken, but he finally returned around five, carrying a Kentucky Fried Chicken bucket with him. "I got dinner, beautiful," he announced.
Jensen's stomach turned when he saw the chicken. "Thanks," he said. "I think I'm good for now."
"Feeling pretty bad still?"
He shook his head. "No, not too bad, surprisingly. Way better than this morning."
Sternly, Jared wagged a finger at him. "Don't ever mix your liquors," he warned.
"Thanks," Jensen chuckled. "I'll remember that."
Jared ate in the house, thankfully, and by the time he was done, Jensen had finished up his work. The door to the garage opened and closed, just as Jensen closed his History book. "I know, I know," he said. "I'm done so you can have your dirty little way with me."
"All these years, and you're still treating me like your love-slave."
It wasn't Jared's voice. Snapping his head around, Jensen saw Chris standing in the doorway, smiling brightly. "Shit, Chris," he breathed, setting a hand to his heart. "I'm sorry!"
"Don't be," he shrugged, moving down the stairs and into the garage. "I love being objectified."
Jensen stood and moved closer to him. Chris was the first to open his arms and pull Jensen into a hearty hug, and Jensen couldn't help but lean into it more than he probably should have. "I thought you were mad at me," he said, words muffled against Chris's shoulder.
Chris pulled him back and smacked Jensen's shoulder - hard. Realizing that Jensen could have had a bruise there, he rubbed away the pain he caused. "When was the last time I was mad at you?" he asked. "What happened wasn't your fault."
"Jeff tried to get Mister Cameron to back down a little, but he wouldn't."
Chris shook his head. "Don't worry about it, Jen."
"You didn't call."
He shrugged. "My parents fucking flipped out, man," he said. He moved over to the sofa and sat down on the arm of it. "I've just now gotten out of house arrest."
"Did you get the whole nine yards, chores and no TV?"
"Chores, no TV, no phone, no Dani, no you," he nodded. "I explained what happened, but they were sure there had to be more to it, because of the punishment I got, versus what fucking Freeman got."
"He's actually been civil to me," Jensen said.
"Get out."
"I know, it scares me too."
Chris chuckled. It was silent for a moment as he eyed Jensen. "What else?"
Hands in his pockets, Jensen shrugged. "What?"
"There's something else wrong."
Jensen laughed and shook his head. "No, there's not."
"Jen, I've known you for too long. What's wrong?"
His smile quickly vanished. He reached up and massaged the back of his own neck, a sigh heaving from him. "Dad," he said, and then cleared his throat. He straightened and looked at his best friend. "Alan decided that he doesn't want to know me anymore."
Chris's shoulders fell slightly. "Damn, Jen," he frowned. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah, you know, don't worry about it," he said, waving it away.
"No, it's bullshit," Chris argued. "He's so damn judgmental. Someone needs to kick his ass."
Jensen laughed and shook his head. "Yeah, right."
Sighing, Chris stood from the arm of the sofa. "Alright, look," he said. "I gotta jet. I still gotta get over and see Dani so she doesn't think I've been avoiding her, too. She'll need a little more convincing than you did, I think."
"Convincing of the French kind?"
Chris nodded, flicking Jensen's forehead with his fingers. "You're a quick study," he teased. He opened his arms and pulled Jensen into one more hug.
Jensen loved that he felt Chris's hand at the back of his head, holding him there in the embrace for a while.
"I'll see you at school tomorrow, Queenda," he joked, backing out of the hug.
The jokes didn't hurt coming from Chris, because they were said with love and years of friendship. "Original," he nodded. "Get lost."
As Chris left, Jared stepped through the doorway. They shared some sort of handshake-fist punch that Jensen still didn't get, and Chris let himself out of the front door. Jared didn't worry about locking up; the door handle lock was enough for now. He'd go in and lock up properly later. He toed off his boots just inside the garage doorway. "Jeff called," he said to Jensen as he set the boots aside. In his stocking feet, he moved over to the sofa. "Said him and Stevie had some 'serious talking' to do again, so he might just stay there tonight."
"I hope everything's okay."
Jared shrugged as he stretched out on the sofa. "He probably just wants to get laid," he said. "He told me to tell you to behave for once though."
"Yeah," Jensen said, standing from his chair. "Because I'm the problem child."
"You've fucking corrupted me." He chuckled and watched as Jensen headed toward the sofa. He opened his legs, setting one of them along the back of the couch. "Couple hours of TV?" he offered.
Jensen crawled down on the sofa, settling himself between Jared's legs and resting his head against the man's stomach. Jared's leg dropped from the back of the sofa, curling around him.
Regardless of how much he had already slept, by ten o'clock, Jensen found himself drifting off to sleep, warm and comfortable, tangled up in Jared. He awoke to the feel of Jared rubbing at his back. He found that, at some point, the man had wriggled out from underneath him and was now standing over him.
"Come on," Jared encouraged. "Let's go to bed."
Jensen protested any movement, but didn't have a choice. Jared pushed him towards the ladder and up to the loft. Standing beside the bed, Jared slipped his fingers underneath the hem of Jensen's black shirt. "Take this off," he said softly. Jensen raised his arms, the only help Jared was going to get at that moment, and let the man pull the shirt off. It was tossed to the floor, quickly followed by Jared's red tee. Jensen looked up to find Jared already looking at him. Still a little sleepy, he reached out and touched Jared's face.
Jared took Jensen's hand away from his face. Keeping hold of his wrist, he bent his head down and pressed a kiss to the inside of Jensen's elbow. Jensen watched him, curious, and then felt his eyes drift closed when Jared’s tongue tasted the salt on his skin. Jared turned the wet kisses into suckling, pulling the skin up into his mouth just slightly, tongue working over the soft flesh. Jensen hadn't realized that the inside of his elbow was an erogenous zone, but was suddenly very thankful that Jared had known. The sensation made a soft gasp escape him.
Letting Jensen's arm free, Jared looked at him again, He reached over and unfastened the young man's jeans, pushing down the zipper and forcing his hands inside, around to the back. His hands conformed to the shape of Jensen's backside, squeezing the muscle gently. He said nothing to him, pushing the jeans and boxer briefs down. Jensen let Jared undress him, adoring how Jared took his time, brushing his hands over each inch of newly exposed skin.
Maybe it was because Jensen was still a little tired, or maybe because he wasn't feeling well, but whatever the case, Jared pushed him down to the bed and let him relax while he finished undressing himself. He crawled atop Jensen, eyes predatory as he leaned down and kissed him.
Jensen's chest expanded as he tried to breathe amidst the kiss. His hands skated up Jared's body, to his face, where he felt the man's jaw move underneath his hand.
Easing back, Jared stared down at him, dark hazel searching green. "There're so many things I'd like to do to you," he said softly.
Jensen returned his gaze, long lashes looking delicate in the low light of the room. "So, why don't you?"
Smiling, Jared reached down between them and wrapped his hand around Jensen, stroking him softly, shallowly, just enough to send a slight static through him. "What do you want to do?"
Jensen's eyes drifted closed for a moment, lids heavy not from sleep this time, but from pleasure. "What we did in the hotel room," he said.
Jared lowered himself down to one elbow, stroking somewhat harder than before, keeping Jensen's mind fuzzy with the constantly growing static. He leaned in and set his lips against Jensen's mouth, speaking against him. "Tell me what you want."
Doing his best to keep his breathing calm and even, Jensen closed his eyes as he breathed in Jared's exhalations. He wasn't good at talking like this, and he wished Jared wouldn't keep trying. Still, he felt the need to respond. "I want...I want you."
"What do you want from me?" Jared's voice was just a whisper, his lips grazing Jensen's, his tongue sneaking out now and then for a wet kiss.
Jensen tried to think of how to phrase his needs. He swallowed hard. His hands were rested at Jared's sides, fingers clutching at and dimpling the soft flesh there. "I want..." He hadn't found the right words yet, and paused. Jared continued touching him, taking the flat of his thumb and swiping it over the head of Jensen's cock. The movement spread the slightest hint of wetness around the head, sending his nerve endings crying out. Jensen gasped, mouth open against Jared's, and groaned. "I want to watch you." Jared repeated the movement, adding in a stronger flick of his wrist and Jensen gasped once more. "Oh, God," he breathed. He looked up into Jared's eyes, more determination there this time. "I want to watch you come."
Pleased with the words that had finally worked their way out of Jensen's mouth, Jared smiled and kissed him, harder than before. He got up, not breaking the kiss until he absolutely had to, before leaning over to the shelves beside the bed. He returned with a small bottle of lube, and generously poured some into the palm of his hand. He slicked down Jensen's skin, watching the man grit his teeth against the sensations Jared was sending rippling through his body. He did the same thing to himself, but didn't have enough of the lube left. He poured what he could into Jensen's hand and helped him spread the slick substance.
Jensen watched Jared lean back against the mattress and followed him, hovering over Jared in a breathy, hungry kiss. Jared's hands guided him closer, let go for just a moment to reach down and guide their slick cocks up against each other. The first touch had Jensen breaking away from the kiss to look down at what he was doing. He watched his own hips thrust against Jared's and groaned.
Jared let go and set his hands up over his head, palms up. "Hold me down," he told him.
Jensen looked at his hands, then interlocked their fingers, pinning Jared down to the mattress. He thrust his hips again, the warm wetness between them making his head spin, his heart pound with need. He quickly found a rhythm that had him breathing heavier, had Jared grunting with each stroke. Jared's grip on his hands grew tighter and tighter, the tips of his fingers whitening as he held on.
Jensen tipped his head back for a moment, his eyes closed, relishing the feel of the slippery warmth, the perfect friction building between them. He was so thankful Jared had stumbled into his life - or was it vice versa? - so glad that it was Jared teaching him not only these things, but how to be strong, self-assured. Where would he be without him? The idea of that scared him more than he wanted to admit.
Leaning down, Jensen kissed Jared the way he'd learned sent Jared reeling. He knew it was working, when he heard a soft whimper escape the back of Jared's throat. He realized Jared was at his mercy, and it made him smile. He scraped his teeth along the other man's ear, down his neck and then back up along his jaw, kissing him again, his tongue hungrily seeking out Jared's. By the time he backed away to look down, he saw a thin film of sweat had gathered upon Jared's skin, shining at the hollow of his throat. For some reason, that simple sight made Jensen's cock twitch out of need. He was responsible for that sweat, and it sent a spark through him.
He wanted to lean down, bury his face at Jared's neck to muffle his cries as he came, but he didn't. Instead, he gazed down into Jared's eyes, finding him already watching him. He thought for sure he would come first, but Jared suddenly arched against him, his grip tightening even more, legs curling around Jensen's body. Jensen watched as Jared's eyes closed, his mouth falling open as he moaned, and warmth spilled between them.
Jensen leaned down and swallowed what was left of Jared's cries. He kept up with his rhythm, his hips working harder than before. It was only a moment or two later that he came, his own moans swallowed this time, his breath stolen. Their skin was even slicker than before and it made chills spread along Jensen's skin, made him shudder violently against Jared's body.
Grunting one last time, Jensen collapsed. The grip on Jared's hands went slack and he buried his face at the crook of Jared's neck and shoulder. He felt Jared wrap both his legs around Jensen again, as well as both arms, and squeeze tightly. Jensen breathed out and felt his spine crack slightly, vertebrae re-aligning. He chuckled and then rolled onto his own side of the bed. Jared leaned out of bed and did some sort of flailing fish movement, returning with the red tee he'd thrown to the floor earlier. He wiped off his belly and lower before handing the shirt over to Jensen and letting him do the same.
"You don't have any idea how sexy you were just now, do you?"
Jensen looked at him, surprised. "What'd I do?"
"The way you told me what you wanted," Jared explained. "That had me ready to come in an instant."
Jensen laughed and shook his head, tossing the shirt back onto the floor. "I wish I could be better at it."
Jared leaned over, kissed him goodnight. "You were perfect."
--TBC--