Smoke & Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder [38/?]
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Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (38/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 4,827
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.
Author Note : Please don't take offence at their mockery of accents. It's not meant to offend anyone, it's just how we think Jared in this 'verse would act. :D
Author Note 2 : Also, bloody_adorable made a pretty frickin' sweet video that is posted here. Enjoy her chapter! I did!
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
The door slammed up against the back wall. A chunk of crumbling brick skittered down the broken wall, coming to rest on the cold ground. Jared swore, supposing that he was going to get a notice in the mail about that. Nothing like having to reimburse a company for vandalism on your first day. Swearing under his breath, Jared shoved at the door again, taking his frustrations out on it, rather than the guy back in the dining room. The belly of his shirt caught on the safety door handle, and tore as the door bounced back against the brick wall again.
Looking down at his shirt, Jared sighed, his head rocking back towards the sky for a moment. "Goddammit," he grumbled.
"Hey there, gorgeous."
Head snapping around, Jared looked to see who was there. His eyes widened for a second. He closed the door a little too hard and moved towards the intruder. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Jensen smiled and opened his arms wide. His perfectly pressed and unwrinkled uniform was slashed in half diagonally by the black strap to his knapsack, where all of his school work sat waiting to be marked. "What?" he asked. "I can't say hello to you at work?"
Pointing an angry finger at him, Jared glared. He swung his leg over the motorcycle and reached for his helmet. "You're here to mock me, Jen," he snarled. "I know it."
Jensen put his hands down, stepping closer to the bike. "Alright, maybe a little," he agreed. "But I see that the day's ended a little early."
"I could say the same for you."
He shrugged. "Playin' hooky."
Smiling slightly, Jared shook his head at him. He couldn't be mad at him. Hell, Jensen was employing some of the lessons Jared taught him. "I don't know what sort of bad influences you've had on your life, mister," he said. "But don't think that this is going to become a habit."
Jensen eyed the tear in Jared's shirt. It was just wide enough to show him the lines of ink, shadow of muscle, and the glow of tanned skin underneath. He reached out, slipping his hand inside to touch the warm softness. As he did, he leaned down and kissed Jared, making his intentions obvious.
When Jensen finally backed away, Jared looked up at him. Jensen's eyes were darker than they had been, and the pulse in his throat was quicker. Jared could see the artery throbbing underneath the skin. He smiled, shaking his head. "Jeff's home."
"I know," he returned.
Maybe the day really was going to end well. "Get on the bike, bad boy," he teased. "I got an idea."
"Yes, sir," Jensen nodded. He swung up onto the bike behind Jared, snagging the second helmet there. Neither of them fastened the chin straps, too rushed to worry about safety. Jared drove fast, but this time it wasn't just to toy with danger. This time, it was because his heart was beating fast. Jensen's hands were underneath the leather jacket he wore, underneath the torn shirt, stroking soft skin and lines of hard muscle, fingers dipping below his belt further and further each time.
He parked the bike, the sudden stop rather jarring. Jensen laughed and got off the bike, pulling the helmet off. "I'll go in," he said. "You're not fit to be seen in public right now."
"This is an hourly motel, Jen," he replied with a devilish grin. "I'm pretty sure Mrs Tomiko is used to people walking in there with a hard-on."
Jensen just laughed, dug into his back pocket for his wallet, and headed into the office. Jared watched him, knowing very well that Jensen was oblivious to how even the simplest movements he made were graceful and alluring. When he emerged, Jared smiled, watching the young man dangle a key at him, a heavy plastic pendant hanging from it.
"Room twenty-three," he declared.
"Hey, what d'you know," Jared chuckled. He flipped up the kickstand on the motorbike and revved the engine.
Jensen pulled himself up onto the back of the bike, using Jared for balance. "What?"
"Precisely the age I'm going to finally let you out of there," he teased. "Providing you can still walk."
There weren't many other cars there. If there were, they were doing exactly the same thing that Jared and Jensen had on their own agenda. Jared took the key and set to unlocking the door. He felt Jensen's arms curl around him, the young man's chin pressed up against his back. As he unlocked the door, Jensen popped the button on Jared's jeans and slowly slid down the zipper, chuckling when Jared cursed at the stuck lock. Finally, the door gave, and they stepped over the threshold.
Jared let Jensen push him back up against the closed door. Blindly, he reached over and locked it, making sure to set the safety bar as well. Once that was done, he concentrated on Jensen's kiss, his fingers curling into the man's short-cropped hair. He smelled like McDonald's grease -- could feel it on his skin, too, but Jensen didn't seem to notice. Or, if he did, he didn't care. Jared pulled at the knapsack shoulder strap until Jensen backed off enough to wiggle out from underneath it. His school work was tossed to the floor, forgotten about, quickly followed by Jared's leather jacket.
Pulling out of the kiss, Jensen locked eyes with Jared. They gazed at each other for a few seconds. When Jared tried to lean in for another kiss, Jensen backed away just enough to stay out of reach. As he looked at Jared, he inched the man's jeans down lower on his hips. Without a word, nor another kiss, Jensen went down to his knees. Jared watched him, barely aware of his chest rising and falling from his labored breath. He saw Jensen push at the torn teeshirt and quickly yanked it over his head, tossing it to the floor.
He already felt just about to go mad, so when Jensen's mouth closed around his cock, he couldn't help but groan and lean his head back, thumping it against the door. Jensen knew what he needed and wanted, and worked fast and hard, not wasting any time. Jared looked down at him, noticing a thin white film already coating Jensen's tongue. His breath shuddered out of him as he watched, his hands resting atop the young man's head. He twisted his back, arching his spine, and willed himself to hold back just a little longer. Jensen had learned too well, however, what could set Jared off in a heartbeat and when Jared felt a strong suckling pull against his cock, he cried out. Jensen repeated his movements, and with a few more strokes, a few passes of the flat of his tongue over sensitive skin, Jared finally came. Jensen didn't stop, didn't let go of Jared until the man's knees gave out and he slid down to the floor, his skin sticking to the painted wood from the layer of sweat that had quickly gathered along his spine.
Sitting down on the floor, Jensen smiled over at Jared.
After a few deep breaths, Jared followed Jensen's lead and wasted no time. He reached for him, taking Jensen's face in his hands and kissing him almost brutally. Jensen was sure his mouth would be bruised later, but it felt so right at the time. He felt Jared pull at the uniform jacket he wore. Awkwardly, he helped Jared with taking it off, blindly throwing it aside. He was pushed backwards, made to stretch out on his back. Jared hovered over him in a kiss, straddling Jensen's body.
Nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons on Jensen's uniform shirt. He nibbled at Jensen's neck for just a moment before pushing the shirt wide open and bringing his mouth down to Jensen's pierced nipple. His tongue wet the skin just before he gave it a hard, sucking tug. He was rewarded by a sharp hiss through Jensen's teeth. The piercing was still a little sore, but it had been well worth it; Jensen had already admitted that. Slipping his tongue around the bar in short, wet circles, Jared felt Jensen's fingers rake through his hair, stopping to gently grasp two fistfuls of the dark, wavy locks.
Pulling himself up, Jared supported the bulk of his weight on one arm. He hovered high over Jensen, and with his free hand, he reached down to the young man's uniform khakis. He expertly unbuckled his belt and worked the pants open. Jensen finally helped, keeping his eyes locked to Jared's. He lifted his hips and let the pants be worked down just enough for skin to be bared. Jared glanced down just once to make sure they were both clear of any biting zippers and then rested his hips against Jensen's. He lowered himself down to his elbows and kissed Jensen again. He worked his hips against Jensen's, grinding just enough to create blissful friction.
They had the room for two hours. Jared planned on making use of every minute.
Startled awake, Jared sat up. He was confused for a minute. He looked around the room, trying to get his bearings. The motel bed, with its gaudy, cheap bedspread, was untouched. Clothes were strewn around the floor, his skin was sticky, his muscles weak from strain, and lying next to him on the floor was a gorgeous naked man.
Oh, yeah.
The pounding knock that had startled him awake came again, louder this time. "Hey, mister!"
"Yeah," he said. His voice was thick with sleep and something else. "What?"
"You past time! You and lady muss to go now!"
Sitting on the floor, Jared chuckled and looked at Jensen, still sound asleep. "Yeah," he said. "Okay."
As if just to get her point across, Mrs. Tomiko opened the door as far as the safety bar would allow. "You get out now!"
"Oh-kay!" Jared bellowed back. "Jesus Christ, alright!"
"What the hell is going on?" Jensen asked, his eyes finally opening.
"Me and lady muss to go now," Jared mocked. He smacked Jensen's naked backside, ignoring the voiced protest. "You get crows on! You move fassah!"
Jensen couldn't help but laugh at Jared's screeches. Still lying down, he put on his boxer briefs and pants, zipping them up and fastening the belt. "How long have we slept?"
"Not that long," Jared said, holding up his torn teeshirt. He decided to give up on it and threw it back over his shoulder. He put on the rest of his clothes and his leather jacket.
"Feels like ages," Jensen said as he buttoned up his uniform shirt. As he worked, Jared crept up behind him, and nipped at his ear. "Ow!"
He laughed with Jensen, kissing away the pain he'd caused. "Sorry you skipped school?"
"Are you kidding?" he returned. "I just got way more exercise than I do at school. And, I learned a few new useful things."
"Also something never done in school."
Outside the room, Mrs. Tomiko waited. She apparently thought Jared and Jensen weren't moving fast enough, so she pounded on the door again. "What take so long?" she asked.
Annoyed, Jared suddenly yanked the door open wide. "Alright. Sorry," he apologized, although it was without an ounce of remorse. "Have your room back."
Mrs. Tomiko looked angrily back at him. Her expression changed when she saw Jensen emerge from the room. She peeked inside, so sure that a woman must be in there, taking her own sweet time. But there was no woman. "Where lady?" she asked. "What you do with lady?"
"No lady," Jared said. He put his arm around Jensen, whose uniform shirt was un-tucked and wrinkled. "Just me," he continued, pointing to his own chest first, and then Jensen's, "and him."
Jensen let Jared talk to the woman, smiling as he watched the scene. Jared loved shocking people, getting a rise out of them. He chuckled when Mrs. Tomiko looked at the state of his clothing, and the lack of Jared's.
"What you take room for?" Mrs. Tomiko asked, hands on her hips. "No drugs here!"
"No drugs either," Jared agreed. "Sex."
She seemed horrified for a moment at the idea of the two men having sex. She started to wag a disciplinary finger at them, cut short by Jensen handing her a couple of bills from his wallet.
"Thank you, Mrs Tomiko," he smiled. "This is to cover the extra time we stayed."
She looked down at the money in her hand, enough to rent the room for another hour. She smiled brightly and nodded her head. Watching the two young men leave her establishment, she waved to them. "You good customer," she declared. "You come back for sex any time!"
Home. No matter how many times they drove up to the house, it was never new for Jensen to feel a rush of happiness. This was the house that was full of life, held good memories, laughter and support. His own house, so far removed, had always seemed cold and lifeless. Getting off the bike, Jensen stepped back enough so that Jared could dismount, too. They removed their helmets and headed into the house, where it was warmer than out in the garage, the door still slowly rattling shut.
"Honey, I'm home," Jared called, as he moved into the kitchen.
"And where the hell have you been?"
Smiling brightly, Jared looked into the living room. Jeffrey was there, sitting on the sofa, surrounded by a number of pillows. His leg was propped up and the coffee table had been converted into a make-shift storeroom for him. Anything he needed was there.
"Ho-ly shit," Jared laughed. "What are you doing here?"
Jeffrey smiled. "I made life a bitch down at the hospital until they let me go."
"I see it didn't take very long," Jensen noted.
"Jeff's the king at making life hell," Jared said, stepping closer to the older man. "Trust me. He's been making my life hell since I was about, oh, twelve?"
"And you've loved every minute of it," Jeffrey winked. "Stevie ran out to fill my prescriptions. Get me a beer would you?"
Jared took off into the kitchen while Jensen sat down in the nearby sofa chair. "How are you feeling?"
"Even my goddamn hair hurts," Jeffrey complained. "But I'm alive, so I guess I can't complain too much. How was school today?"
"S-school was...school was great," he answered, glancing in Jared's direction for a moment. "Same old, same old."
Jeffrey stared at him for a moment. "Did you play hooky?"
"What?" Jensen scoffed. "No."
"We had sex in a motel," Jared said, moving back into the living room, holding a full glass. He opened his leather jacket with his free hand for Jeffrey to look at his bare, shirtless chest.
"Jared," Jensen complained.
Jeffrey took the glass of water offered to him, looking at it with a confused expression. "So I'm assuming you didn't go to work," he said to Jared, looking down at the drink. "What the hell is this?"
"You can't have beer with medication, Captain Brilliance," Jared told him. "And I went to work. I just didn't feel like staying all day."
"I don't have any damn medication yet, wiseass," Jeffrey reminded him. He sighed and gave in, taking a long drink of water. "So where'd you get fired from?"
"I didn't get fired," he said. "I quit."
"From where?"
"I ain't tellin' you."
"McDonalds," Jensen offered, then smiled sarcastically at Jared.
"Traitor," Jared growled at him.
"Hey, you told the motel secret."
"Alright," Jeffrey said, grunting as he leaned over to set his drink on the coffee table. Both Jensen and Jared quickly moved to help, but he snapped at them, sending them back to their places. "I'm not a goddamn child. I can do this myself."
Jared suppressed a grin, not taking the anger to heart. He backed off, as did Jensen, letting Jeffrey settle against his pillows again.
"Okay, I have something to tell you," he said. "And if you blow it all out of proportion, I'm going to kick your asses."
"Okay," Jensen said for both of them.
"Stevie and me," he began. "We're getting married."
It was silent in the house. Jensen's gaze immediately shifted to Jared to see how he would handle the news. He hadn't handled Stevie too well at first, but he seemed okay.
"Like... Right now?" Jared asked.
"No, smartass," Jeffrey sighed. "We haven't set a date yet."
"Okay," Jared shrugged. "Let us know when you do." Without another word, he headed out to the garage. Jensen watched him go, then glanced over to Jeffrey, who also had turned to watch Jared leave.
He smiled when Jeffrey looked at him. "Congratulations," he nodded. "From Jared too."
"I hope so, kid," he said. "I love that little bastard, but if he ruins this..."
"He won't," Jensen said. "He's happy. He's just... Jared."
Jensen's eyes opened, unsure as to what had awakened him. He listened to the relative silence in the garage. The heater hummed in the corner, and Jared's breathing was soft and even beside him, his back to Jensen. The evening had been a little longer than usual, but not because of a need to repeat what had been done in the motel. Jared had come out into the garage and, after a while, Jensen had followed. He found Jared sitting on the sofa. The television was on, but Jared wasn't looking at it. Instead, he stared off into space, unblinking and breathing shallowly.
"Hey," Jensen had said to him. "You okay?"
He'd finally pulled himself out of his day-dream at that point. He'd looked up to Jensen and nodded. "Yeah."
"You don't look fine."
Jared had chuckled then, eyes sparkling mischievously as he gazed up at Jensen. "You've never told me that before."
That had been his first clue that Jared really was okay. Sitting down next to him, Jensen had been ready to settle in for a good discussion. But all Jared did was smile at him and say, "Life really does go on, doesn't it?"
During the night, Jared had faced away from Jensen, not something he did very often, and pulled Jensen's arms around him. Jensen thought, maybe for a moment, that Jared was crying, but he never confirmed his suspicions. Instead, he held the man, letting him be sad for a little while. Jensen knew that Jared was missing his mother more than he was letting on, but he also knew that Jared knew he knew.
After the dizzying thought process, both of them had drifted off to sleep. Jensen, awakened by something, propped himself up on one elbow and looked around the garage.
"Jared?"
It was Stevie's voice. Jensen reached over and shook Jared awake. The man grumbled in protest at first, but then opened his eyes.
"What, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Stevie's calling you."
Taking a deep breath, Jared turned onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. He heard Stevie call his name again and sat up. "Yeah," he replied.
"Jeffrey needs some help," she said. "He asked for you."
"Okay," he nodded. "I'll be right there."
"Want me to come too?"
Jared reached back and patted Jensen, who he knew was as naked as he was under the covers. "Later maybe," he said. He reached for the pair of sleeping pants he had shed before crawling into bed and pulled them up quickly, only flashing a little backside to Stevie if she was looking. He headed down the ladder and followed his soon-to-be step-mother into the house.
Rubbing at his eyes, Jared followed Stevie into the bedroom. "What's up?" he asked.
"I gotta take a piss," Jeffrey said.
"Dude," Jared complained. "You woke me up to tell me you gotta take a piss?"
"Stevie can't bring me in there," he snapped, sitting up in bed rather gingerly. "I'm too heavy for Chrissake. Get over here and help me."
Jared sighed. "Alright, but I'm not holding your--"
"Jared."
"I'm just sayin'."
Jared was back in bed after about fifteen minutes. Jensen asked what was going on; Jared gave him the abbreviated version. He thought about taking Jensen up on his earlier, unintentional offer of sex. But the morning was nearing and Jensen would have to head off to school in a couple of hours anyway. With Jeffrey settled, sleep quickly returned to Jared, and he didn't awaken until late morning. When he finally did get up, Jensen was gone, with nearly half of his day already over with. After showering and shaving, Jared checked on Jeffrey one last time. Shelby was on the sofa with him, lying between Jeffrey's legs, her head against his stomach. Jared made sure the man had everything he needed and headed out the door. He promised to pick up something for dinner and took off on his bike. The roads were wet from the late night cold rain, so Jared took it slower than usual. He swerved into Mickey's parking lot and slotted the bike in one of the parking spaces up front. After a couple of knocks on the door, Rock answered.
"We're closed, Jay," he said.
"I know, let me in, man."
Without asking why, Rock stepped back and let Jared in. He locked the door again and moved back around the bar. "How's the old man doing?"
"Fine," he answered. "Being his usual pain-in-the-ass-self."
Rock moved behind the bar, not caring that Jared set his stuff atop the counter and followed him. "So what's up with you?"
"Dude, I need a damn job," Jared complained. "You gotta help me out."
"I ain't gotta do anything."
"I went to McDonald's, you asshole," Jared snapped at him. He pulled out a case of beer, opened it and handed the bottles to Rock, who stashed them in the cooler.
Rock laughed as he stocked the cooler. "How'd that turn out for you?"
"Bite me. I lasted at least until noon."
"Couple hours longer than I would have given you credit for."
"You gotta talk to Mickey," he said. "Please? I will do just about any-goddamn-thing I have to. You know me. You know I'll work out here."
Rock sighed and straightened as he looked at him. "Would we take a loss, is my question?"
Narrowing his eyes, Jared scowled. "Oh, fuck right off," he said with a smile. "Like you don't drink while you're here."
"I'm an angel, Jared," he grinned.
"Yeah," he nodded. "Sure. Rock."
The talks with Rock weren't getting him anywhere. Jared still wasn't ready to give up. By the time he and Rock had readied the bar for the opening hour, Terry had finally arrived. Terry was the first on-call at the bar that night, with just him and Rock working until business picked up. In the back room, Jared was washing the dirt and grime off of his hands after having opened a box with a broken bottle of Captain Morgan in it.
"Hey, man," Terry greeted.
Drying off his hands with a towel, an evil plan came to mind. Terry was the newest hire, Jared knew. He was also the most timid of the employees. Survival of the fittest, Jared thought. "Hey," he said back, turning off the water. "What's goin' on, dude?"
"Ready for another night."
Jared smiled. "You know, I gotta say," he began. "I'm proud of you."
Terry made a confused face at him. "For what?"
"For sticking with this job, man."
"It's a bartending gig," Terry shrugged. "What's the big deal?"
"Well, sure," Jared nodded. "But not many people would be so willing to work with Rock. And work so well, too."
Terry chuckled. "Why, what's wrong with Rock?"
A startled look flashed across Jared's face. "Oh," he said gravely. "They... They didn't tell you about Rock, did they?"
Concerned, Terry's smile faded and he stepped closer. "Didn't tell me what?"
Raising his hands in the air, Jared took a few steps back. "No, you know what?" he said. "If they didn't tell you, it was for a good reason. I'm going to shut up and just get out of everyone's hair."
"No, wait, come on, man," Terry pleaded. "You can't just leave after saying something like that."
Out by the bar, Jared grabbed his jacket and keys to his bike. Rock was upstairs in the office, checking up on a few things before they opened for the night. "No, really," he said. "I'm sure that if they didn't tell you, he's staying on his meds. He must be. Everything will be fine."
"Jared."
He looked at Terry and set a hand to his heart. "I'm sorry, man," he apologized, sounding sincere. "I swear. Rock's a great man. An awesome friend. And he never meant to hurt those guys."
"What guys?"
He covered his mouth with his hand for a moment. "Shit, I shouldn't have said that," he mumbled to himself. "Look, forget it. Rock... He just gets... Mad sometimes. As long as he doesn't get mad, you're fine, right?" He threaded his arms through his leather jacket and moved towards the front door. "Just... Have a great night, okay? And really, don't worry about a thing. He's in a great mood."
Just as Jared turned and reached for the lock, Terry called out to him. He quickly hid his smile and turned back around. Terry stepped closer to keep their conversation quiet.
"Hey, did he kill someone?"
Jared looked around, as if making sure no one was nearby, listening in on what he was about to say. "Only a little," he whispered back to the man.
"A little?" Terry hissed at him. "How do you kill someone only a little?"
"Well, the first guy, okay, he kinda... Died. But that wasn't really Rock's fault. That was more kinda like the blunt trauma thing he had going."
Terry seemed stunned. "Blunt trau-- How many were there?"
"Five?"
"Jesus Christ." He shook his head, pulled Jared away from the door, further into the bar. "You gotta stay here."
"I can't," Jared said, going with him. "I have to go."
"You can't leave me alone with him."
"Terry," he sighed. "You're a big boy. You can take care of yourself." He clapped both hands against the timid bartender's shoulders. "Now, go into the back and get ready for tonight. You'll be fine."
Taking a deep breath, Terry nervously nodded his head. "Yeah, yeah, okay."
Jared did his best to not laugh as Terry headed into the back stockroom to gather his courage. The kid was way too easy to manipulate. A second later, he heard pounding footsteps as Rock descended the staircase that led from the upstairs office, into the stockroom.
"Jesus Christ," Rock complained. "I'm so pissed off, I could kill someone."
Choking back laughter, Jared leaned against the bar. He heard a muffled conversation between Terry and Rock, and leaned down to the countertop, setting his forehead there and spying at his reflection in the glossy surface at incredible zoom.
"Hey," Rock said. "Hey!"
But apparently Terry was gone. The back door closed and Rock swore.
"Jared!"
Straightening, Jared couldn't stop the smile from showing on his face. Rock stormed into the room, glaring at him. "What's wrong, big guy?"
"First a goddamn supplier bums out on us," Rock growled, "and then Terry backs out of the job after only a couple weeks?"
Jared shrugged. "You're kinda hard to work with," he said. "A little gassy when it comes to the late-night food here."
"Fuck you," Rock snapped. "What'd you say to him?"
"I didn't say anything!"
"Yeah, right," he said. "You come to me, begging for a job. I ain't got one for you. Leave you alone with an employee and magically he freaks and runs?" He reached out and took hold of Jared's collar, yanking him closer and almost over the bar. "What did you say, you little prick?"
"I told him you killed five people."
Eye to eye, Rock stared at Jared. He sighed and shoved him back, letting go of him. "Only five this time?"
"Didn't want to overdo it."
"How'd I kill 'em?"
"I don't know," Jared shrugged. "Something blunt trauma-ish. I saw it in one of Jen's medical journal things the other night."
Sighing again, Rock shook his head. "Get your goddamn stuff in the back," he said. "That includes your piece of shit bike too."
"Piece of shit?" Jared said, clearly taking offense. "You think your--"
Rock held up a finger to him. "Another word, and you can ride that piece of shit back home. Jobless."
Jared closed his mouth.
"I'll phone Mickey and tell him the plans. You get your shit together."
"Thank you, Rock."
"Don't thank me," he said. "It's only temporary."
Jared smiled. He'd make sure it was anything but temporary.
--TBC--
MASTER POST
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (38/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 4,827
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.
Author Note : Please don't take offence at their mockery of accents. It's not meant to offend anyone, it's just how we think Jared in this 'verse would act. :D
Author Note 2 : Also, bloody_adorable made a pretty frickin' sweet video that is posted here. Enjoy her chapter! I did!
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
The door slammed up against the back wall. A chunk of crumbling brick skittered down the broken wall, coming to rest on the cold ground. Jared swore, supposing that he was going to get a notice in the mail about that. Nothing like having to reimburse a company for vandalism on your first day. Swearing under his breath, Jared shoved at the door again, taking his frustrations out on it, rather than the guy back in the dining room. The belly of his shirt caught on the safety door handle, and tore as the door bounced back against the brick wall again.
Looking down at his shirt, Jared sighed, his head rocking back towards the sky for a moment. "Goddammit," he grumbled.
"Hey there, gorgeous."
Head snapping around, Jared looked to see who was there. His eyes widened for a second. He closed the door a little too hard and moved towards the intruder. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Jensen smiled and opened his arms wide. His perfectly pressed and unwrinkled uniform was slashed in half diagonally by the black strap to his knapsack, where all of his school work sat waiting to be marked. "What?" he asked. "I can't say hello to you at work?"
Pointing an angry finger at him, Jared glared. He swung his leg over the motorcycle and reached for his helmet. "You're here to mock me, Jen," he snarled. "I know it."
Jensen put his hands down, stepping closer to the bike. "Alright, maybe a little," he agreed. "But I see that the day's ended a little early."
"I could say the same for you."
He shrugged. "Playin' hooky."
Smiling slightly, Jared shook his head at him. He couldn't be mad at him. Hell, Jensen was employing some of the lessons Jared taught him. "I don't know what sort of bad influences you've had on your life, mister," he said. "But don't think that this is going to become a habit."
Jensen eyed the tear in Jared's shirt. It was just wide enough to show him the lines of ink, shadow of muscle, and the glow of tanned skin underneath. He reached out, slipping his hand inside to touch the warm softness. As he did, he leaned down and kissed Jared, making his intentions obvious.
When Jensen finally backed away, Jared looked up at him. Jensen's eyes were darker than they had been, and the pulse in his throat was quicker. Jared could see the artery throbbing underneath the skin. He smiled, shaking his head. "Jeff's home."
"I know," he returned.
Maybe the day really was going to end well. "Get on the bike, bad boy," he teased. "I got an idea."
"Yes, sir," Jensen nodded. He swung up onto the bike behind Jared, snagging the second helmet there. Neither of them fastened the chin straps, too rushed to worry about safety. Jared drove fast, but this time it wasn't just to toy with danger. This time, it was because his heart was beating fast. Jensen's hands were underneath the leather jacket he wore, underneath the torn shirt, stroking soft skin and lines of hard muscle, fingers dipping below his belt further and further each time.
He parked the bike, the sudden stop rather jarring. Jensen laughed and got off the bike, pulling the helmet off. "I'll go in," he said. "You're not fit to be seen in public right now."
"This is an hourly motel, Jen," he replied with a devilish grin. "I'm pretty sure Mrs Tomiko is used to people walking in there with a hard-on."
Jensen just laughed, dug into his back pocket for his wallet, and headed into the office. Jared watched him, knowing very well that Jensen was oblivious to how even the simplest movements he made were graceful and alluring. When he emerged, Jared smiled, watching the young man dangle a key at him, a heavy plastic pendant hanging from it.
"Room twenty-three," he declared.
"Hey, what d'you know," Jared chuckled. He flipped up the kickstand on the motorbike and revved the engine.
Jensen pulled himself up onto the back of the bike, using Jared for balance. "What?"
"Precisely the age I'm going to finally let you out of there," he teased. "Providing you can still walk."
There weren't many other cars there. If there were, they were doing exactly the same thing that Jared and Jensen had on their own agenda. Jared took the key and set to unlocking the door. He felt Jensen's arms curl around him, the young man's chin pressed up against his back. As he unlocked the door, Jensen popped the button on Jared's jeans and slowly slid down the zipper, chuckling when Jared cursed at the stuck lock. Finally, the door gave, and they stepped over the threshold.
Jared let Jensen push him back up against the closed door. Blindly, he reached over and locked it, making sure to set the safety bar as well. Once that was done, he concentrated on Jensen's kiss, his fingers curling into the man's short-cropped hair. He smelled like McDonald's grease -- could feel it on his skin, too, but Jensen didn't seem to notice. Or, if he did, he didn't care. Jared pulled at the knapsack shoulder strap until Jensen backed off enough to wiggle out from underneath it. His school work was tossed to the floor, forgotten about, quickly followed by Jared's leather jacket.
Pulling out of the kiss, Jensen locked eyes with Jared. They gazed at each other for a few seconds. When Jared tried to lean in for another kiss, Jensen backed away just enough to stay out of reach. As he looked at Jared, he inched the man's jeans down lower on his hips. Without a word, nor another kiss, Jensen went down to his knees. Jared watched him, barely aware of his chest rising and falling from his labored breath. He saw Jensen push at the torn teeshirt and quickly yanked it over his head, tossing it to the floor.
He already felt just about to go mad, so when Jensen's mouth closed around his cock, he couldn't help but groan and lean his head back, thumping it against the door. Jensen knew what he needed and wanted, and worked fast and hard, not wasting any time. Jared looked down at him, noticing a thin white film already coating Jensen's tongue. His breath shuddered out of him as he watched, his hands resting atop the young man's head. He twisted his back, arching his spine, and willed himself to hold back just a little longer. Jensen had learned too well, however, what could set Jared off in a heartbeat and when Jared felt a strong suckling pull against his cock, he cried out. Jensen repeated his movements, and with a few more strokes, a few passes of the flat of his tongue over sensitive skin, Jared finally came. Jensen didn't stop, didn't let go of Jared until the man's knees gave out and he slid down to the floor, his skin sticking to the painted wood from the layer of sweat that had quickly gathered along his spine.
Sitting down on the floor, Jensen smiled over at Jared.
After a few deep breaths, Jared followed Jensen's lead and wasted no time. He reached for him, taking Jensen's face in his hands and kissing him almost brutally. Jensen was sure his mouth would be bruised later, but it felt so right at the time. He felt Jared pull at the uniform jacket he wore. Awkwardly, he helped Jared with taking it off, blindly throwing it aside. He was pushed backwards, made to stretch out on his back. Jared hovered over him in a kiss, straddling Jensen's body.
Nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons on Jensen's uniform shirt. He nibbled at Jensen's neck for just a moment before pushing the shirt wide open and bringing his mouth down to Jensen's pierced nipple. His tongue wet the skin just before he gave it a hard, sucking tug. He was rewarded by a sharp hiss through Jensen's teeth. The piercing was still a little sore, but it had been well worth it; Jensen had already admitted that. Slipping his tongue around the bar in short, wet circles, Jared felt Jensen's fingers rake through his hair, stopping to gently grasp two fistfuls of the dark, wavy locks.
Pulling himself up, Jared supported the bulk of his weight on one arm. He hovered high over Jensen, and with his free hand, he reached down to the young man's uniform khakis. He expertly unbuckled his belt and worked the pants open. Jensen finally helped, keeping his eyes locked to Jared's. He lifted his hips and let the pants be worked down just enough for skin to be bared. Jared glanced down just once to make sure they were both clear of any biting zippers and then rested his hips against Jensen's. He lowered himself down to his elbows and kissed Jensen again. He worked his hips against Jensen's, grinding just enough to create blissful friction.
They had the room for two hours. Jared planned on making use of every minute.
Startled awake, Jared sat up. He was confused for a minute. He looked around the room, trying to get his bearings. The motel bed, with its gaudy, cheap bedspread, was untouched. Clothes were strewn around the floor, his skin was sticky, his muscles weak from strain, and lying next to him on the floor was a gorgeous naked man.
Oh, yeah.
The pounding knock that had startled him awake came again, louder this time. "Hey, mister!"
"Yeah," he said. His voice was thick with sleep and something else. "What?"
"You past time! You and lady muss to go now!"
Sitting on the floor, Jared chuckled and looked at Jensen, still sound asleep. "Yeah," he said. "Okay."
As if just to get her point across, Mrs. Tomiko opened the door as far as the safety bar would allow. "You get out now!"
"Oh-kay!" Jared bellowed back. "Jesus Christ, alright!"
"What the hell is going on?" Jensen asked, his eyes finally opening.
"Me and lady muss to go now," Jared mocked. He smacked Jensen's naked backside, ignoring the voiced protest. "You get crows on! You move fassah!"
Jensen couldn't help but laugh at Jared's screeches. Still lying down, he put on his boxer briefs and pants, zipping them up and fastening the belt. "How long have we slept?"
"Not that long," Jared said, holding up his torn teeshirt. He decided to give up on it and threw it back over his shoulder. He put on the rest of his clothes and his leather jacket.
"Feels like ages," Jensen said as he buttoned up his uniform shirt. As he worked, Jared crept up behind him, and nipped at his ear. "Ow!"
He laughed with Jensen, kissing away the pain he'd caused. "Sorry you skipped school?"
"Are you kidding?" he returned. "I just got way more exercise than I do at school. And, I learned a few new useful things."
"Also something never done in school."
Outside the room, Mrs. Tomiko waited. She apparently thought Jared and Jensen weren't moving fast enough, so she pounded on the door again. "What take so long?" she asked.
Annoyed, Jared suddenly yanked the door open wide. "Alright. Sorry," he apologized, although it was without an ounce of remorse. "Have your room back."
Mrs. Tomiko looked angrily back at him. Her expression changed when she saw Jensen emerge from the room. She peeked inside, so sure that a woman must be in there, taking her own sweet time. But there was no woman. "Where lady?" she asked. "What you do with lady?"
"No lady," Jared said. He put his arm around Jensen, whose uniform shirt was un-tucked and wrinkled. "Just me," he continued, pointing to his own chest first, and then Jensen's, "and him."
Jensen let Jared talk to the woman, smiling as he watched the scene. Jared loved shocking people, getting a rise out of them. He chuckled when Mrs. Tomiko looked at the state of his clothing, and the lack of Jared's.
"What you take room for?" Mrs. Tomiko asked, hands on her hips. "No drugs here!"
"No drugs either," Jared agreed. "Sex."
She seemed horrified for a moment at the idea of the two men having sex. She started to wag a disciplinary finger at them, cut short by Jensen handing her a couple of bills from his wallet.
"Thank you, Mrs Tomiko," he smiled. "This is to cover the extra time we stayed."
She looked down at the money in her hand, enough to rent the room for another hour. She smiled brightly and nodded her head. Watching the two young men leave her establishment, she waved to them. "You good customer," she declared. "You come back for sex any time!"
Home. No matter how many times they drove up to the house, it was never new for Jensen to feel a rush of happiness. This was the house that was full of life, held good memories, laughter and support. His own house, so far removed, had always seemed cold and lifeless. Getting off the bike, Jensen stepped back enough so that Jared could dismount, too. They removed their helmets and headed into the house, where it was warmer than out in the garage, the door still slowly rattling shut.
"Honey, I'm home," Jared called, as he moved into the kitchen.
"And where the hell have you been?"
Smiling brightly, Jared looked into the living room. Jeffrey was there, sitting on the sofa, surrounded by a number of pillows. His leg was propped up and the coffee table had been converted into a make-shift storeroom for him. Anything he needed was there.
"Ho-ly shit," Jared laughed. "What are you doing here?"
Jeffrey smiled. "I made life a bitch down at the hospital until they let me go."
"I see it didn't take very long," Jensen noted.
"Jeff's the king at making life hell," Jared said, stepping closer to the older man. "Trust me. He's been making my life hell since I was about, oh, twelve?"
"And you've loved every minute of it," Jeffrey winked. "Stevie ran out to fill my prescriptions. Get me a beer would you?"
Jared took off into the kitchen while Jensen sat down in the nearby sofa chair. "How are you feeling?"
"Even my goddamn hair hurts," Jeffrey complained. "But I'm alive, so I guess I can't complain too much. How was school today?"
"S-school was...school was great," he answered, glancing in Jared's direction for a moment. "Same old, same old."
Jeffrey stared at him for a moment. "Did you play hooky?"
"What?" Jensen scoffed. "No."
"We had sex in a motel," Jared said, moving back into the living room, holding a full glass. He opened his leather jacket with his free hand for Jeffrey to look at his bare, shirtless chest.
"Jared," Jensen complained.
Jeffrey took the glass of water offered to him, looking at it with a confused expression. "So I'm assuming you didn't go to work," he said to Jared, looking down at the drink. "What the hell is this?"
"You can't have beer with medication, Captain Brilliance," Jared told him. "And I went to work. I just didn't feel like staying all day."
"I don't have any damn medication yet, wiseass," Jeffrey reminded him. He sighed and gave in, taking a long drink of water. "So where'd you get fired from?"
"I didn't get fired," he said. "I quit."
"From where?"
"I ain't tellin' you."
"McDonalds," Jensen offered, then smiled sarcastically at Jared.
"Traitor," Jared growled at him.
"Hey, you told the motel secret."
"Alright," Jeffrey said, grunting as he leaned over to set his drink on the coffee table. Both Jensen and Jared quickly moved to help, but he snapped at them, sending them back to their places. "I'm not a goddamn child. I can do this myself."
Jared suppressed a grin, not taking the anger to heart. He backed off, as did Jensen, letting Jeffrey settle against his pillows again.
"Okay, I have something to tell you," he said. "And if you blow it all out of proportion, I'm going to kick your asses."
"Okay," Jensen said for both of them.
"Stevie and me," he began. "We're getting married."
It was silent in the house. Jensen's gaze immediately shifted to Jared to see how he would handle the news. He hadn't handled Stevie too well at first, but he seemed okay.
"Like... Right now?" Jared asked.
"No, smartass," Jeffrey sighed. "We haven't set a date yet."
"Okay," Jared shrugged. "Let us know when you do." Without another word, he headed out to the garage. Jensen watched him go, then glanced over to Jeffrey, who also had turned to watch Jared leave.
He smiled when Jeffrey looked at him. "Congratulations," he nodded. "From Jared too."
"I hope so, kid," he said. "I love that little bastard, but if he ruins this..."
"He won't," Jensen said. "He's happy. He's just... Jared."
Jensen's eyes opened, unsure as to what had awakened him. He listened to the relative silence in the garage. The heater hummed in the corner, and Jared's breathing was soft and even beside him, his back to Jensen. The evening had been a little longer than usual, but not because of a need to repeat what had been done in the motel. Jared had come out into the garage and, after a while, Jensen had followed. He found Jared sitting on the sofa. The television was on, but Jared wasn't looking at it. Instead, he stared off into space, unblinking and breathing shallowly.
"Hey," Jensen had said to him. "You okay?"
He'd finally pulled himself out of his day-dream at that point. He'd looked up to Jensen and nodded. "Yeah."
"You don't look fine."
Jared had chuckled then, eyes sparkling mischievously as he gazed up at Jensen. "You've never told me that before."
That had been his first clue that Jared really was okay. Sitting down next to him, Jensen had been ready to settle in for a good discussion. But all Jared did was smile at him and say, "Life really does go on, doesn't it?"
During the night, Jared had faced away from Jensen, not something he did very often, and pulled Jensen's arms around him. Jensen thought, maybe for a moment, that Jared was crying, but he never confirmed his suspicions. Instead, he held the man, letting him be sad for a little while. Jensen knew that Jared was missing his mother more than he was letting on, but he also knew that Jared knew he knew.
After the dizzying thought process, both of them had drifted off to sleep. Jensen, awakened by something, propped himself up on one elbow and looked around the garage.
"Jared?"
It was Stevie's voice. Jensen reached over and shook Jared awake. The man grumbled in protest at first, but then opened his eyes.
"What, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Stevie's calling you."
Taking a deep breath, Jared turned onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. He heard Stevie call his name again and sat up. "Yeah," he replied.
"Jeffrey needs some help," she said. "He asked for you."
"Okay," he nodded. "I'll be right there."
"Want me to come too?"
Jared reached back and patted Jensen, who he knew was as naked as he was under the covers. "Later maybe," he said. He reached for the pair of sleeping pants he had shed before crawling into bed and pulled them up quickly, only flashing a little backside to Stevie if she was looking. He headed down the ladder and followed his soon-to-be step-mother into the house.
Rubbing at his eyes, Jared followed Stevie into the bedroom. "What's up?" he asked.
"I gotta take a piss," Jeffrey said.
"Dude," Jared complained. "You woke me up to tell me you gotta take a piss?"
"Stevie can't bring me in there," he snapped, sitting up in bed rather gingerly. "I'm too heavy for Chrissake. Get over here and help me."
Jared sighed. "Alright, but I'm not holding your--"
"Jared."
"I'm just sayin'."
Jared was back in bed after about fifteen minutes. Jensen asked what was going on; Jared gave him the abbreviated version. He thought about taking Jensen up on his earlier, unintentional offer of sex. But the morning was nearing and Jensen would have to head off to school in a couple of hours anyway. With Jeffrey settled, sleep quickly returned to Jared, and he didn't awaken until late morning. When he finally did get up, Jensen was gone, with nearly half of his day already over with. After showering and shaving, Jared checked on Jeffrey one last time. Shelby was on the sofa with him, lying between Jeffrey's legs, her head against his stomach. Jared made sure the man had everything he needed and headed out the door. He promised to pick up something for dinner and took off on his bike. The roads were wet from the late night cold rain, so Jared took it slower than usual. He swerved into Mickey's parking lot and slotted the bike in one of the parking spaces up front. After a couple of knocks on the door, Rock answered.
"We're closed, Jay," he said.
"I know, let me in, man."
Without asking why, Rock stepped back and let Jared in. He locked the door again and moved back around the bar. "How's the old man doing?"
"Fine," he answered. "Being his usual pain-in-the-ass-self."
Rock moved behind the bar, not caring that Jared set his stuff atop the counter and followed him. "So what's up with you?"
"Dude, I need a damn job," Jared complained. "You gotta help me out."
"I ain't gotta do anything."
"I went to McDonald's, you asshole," Jared snapped at him. He pulled out a case of beer, opened it and handed the bottles to Rock, who stashed them in the cooler.
Rock laughed as he stocked the cooler. "How'd that turn out for you?"
"Bite me. I lasted at least until noon."
"Couple hours longer than I would have given you credit for."
"You gotta talk to Mickey," he said. "Please? I will do just about any-goddamn-thing I have to. You know me. You know I'll work out here."
Rock sighed and straightened as he looked at him. "Would we take a loss, is my question?"
Narrowing his eyes, Jared scowled. "Oh, fuck right off," he said with a smile. "Like you don't drink while you're here."
"I'm an angel, Jared," he grinned.
"Yeah," he nodded. "Sure. Rock."
The talks with Rock weren't getting him anywhere. Jared still wasn't ready to give up. By the time he and Rock had readied the bar for the opening hour, Terry had finally arrived. Terry was the first on-call at the bar that night, with just him and Rock working until business picked up. In the back room, Jared was washing the dirt and grime off of his hands after having opened a box with a broken bottle of Captain Morgan in it.
"Hey, man," Terry greeted.
Drying off his hands with a towel, an evil plan came to mind. Terry was the newest hire, Jared knew. He was also the most timid of the employees. Survival of the fittest, Jared thought. "Hey," he said back, turning off the water. "What's goin' on, dude?"
"Ready for another night."
Jared smiled. "You know, I gotta say," he began. "I'm proud of you."
Terry made a confused face at him. "For what?"
"For sticking with this job, man."
"It's a bartending gig," Terry shrugged. "What's the big deal?"
"Well, sure," Jared nodded. "But not many people would be so willing to work with Rock. And work so well, too."
Terry chuckled. "Why, what's wrong with Rock?"
A startled look flashed across Jared's face. "Oh," he said gravely. "They... They didn't tell you about Rock, did they?"
Concerned, Terry's smile faded and he stepped closer. "Didn't tell me what?"
Raising his hands in the air, Jared took a few steps back. "No, you know what?" he said. "If they didn't tell you, it was for a good reason. I'm going to shut up and just get out of everyone's hair."
"No, wait, come on, man," Terry pleaded. "You can't just leave after saying something like that."
Out by the bar, Jared grabbed his jacket and keys to his bike. Rock was upstairs in the office, checking up on a few things before they opened for the night. "No, really," he said. "I'm sure that if they didn't tell you, he's staying on his meds. He must be. Everything will be fine."
"Jared."
He looked at Terry and set a hand to his heart. "I'm sorry, man," he apologized, sounding sincere. "I swear. Rock's a great man. An awesome friend. And he never meant to hurt those guys."
"What guys?"
He covered his mouth with his hand for a moment. "Shit, I shouldn't have said that," he mumbled to himself. "Look, forget it. Rock... He just gets... Mad sometimes. As long as he doesn't get mad, you're fine, right?" He threaded his arms through his leather jacket and moved towards the front door. "Just... Have a great night, okay? And really, don't worry about a thing. He's in a great mood."
Just as Jared turned and reached for the lock, Terry called out to him. He quickly hid his smile and turned back around. Terry stepped closer to keep their conversation quiet.
"Hey, did he kill someone?"
Jared looked around, as if making sure no one was nearby, listening in on what he was about to say. "Only a little," he whispered back to the man.
"A little?" Terry hissed at him. "How do you kill someone only a little?"
"Well, the first guy, okay, he kinda... Died. But that wasn't really Rock's fault. That was more kinda like the blunt trauma thing he had going."
Terry seemed stunned. "Blunt trau-- How many were there?"
"Five?"
"Jesus Christ." He shook his head, pulled Jared away from the door, further into the bar. "You gotta stay here."
"I can't," Jared said, going with him. "I have to go."
"You can't leave me alone with him."
"Terry," he sighed. "You're a big boy. You can take care of yourself." He clapped both hands against the timid bartender's shoulders. "Now, go into the back and get ready for tonight. You'll be fine."
Taking a deep breath, Terry nervously nodded his head. "Yeah, yeah, okay."
Jared did his best to not laugh as Terry headed into the back stockroom to gather his courage. The kid was way too easy to manipulate. A second later, he heard pounding footsteps as Rock descended the staircase that led from the upstairs office, into the stockroom.
"Jesus Christ," Rock complained. "I'm so pissed off, I could kill someone."
Choking back laughter, Jared leaned against the bar. He heard a muffled conversation between Terry and Rock, and leaned down to the countertop, setting his forehead there and spying at his reflection in the glossy surface at incredible zoom.
"Hey," Rock said. "Hey!"
But apparently Terry was gone. The back door closed and Rock swore.
"Jared!"
Straightening, Jared couldn't stop the smile from showing on his face. Rock stormed into the room, glaring at him. "What's wrong, big guy?"
"First a goddamn supplier bums out on us," Rock growled, "and then Terry backs out of the job after only a couple weeks?"
Jared shrugged. "You're kinda hard to work with," he said. "A little gassy when it comes to the late-night food here."
"Fuck you," Rock snapped. "What'd you say to him?"
"I didn't say anything!"
"Yeah, right," he said. "You come to me, begging for a job. I ain't got one for you. Leave you alone with an employee and magically he freaks and runs?" He reached out and took hold of Jared's collar, yanking him closer and almost over the bar. "What did you say, you little prick?"
"I told him you killed five people."
Eye to eye, Rock stared at Jared. He sighed and shoved him back, letting go of him. "Only five this time?"
"Didn't want to overdo it."
"How'd I kill 'em?"
"I don't know," Jared shrugged. "Something blunt trauma-ish. I saw it in one of Jen's medical journal things the other night."
Sighing again, Rock shook his head. "Get your goddamn stuff in the back," he said. "That includes your piece of shit bike too."
"Piece of shit?" Jared said, clearly taking offense. "You think your--"
Rock held up a finger to him. "Another word, and you can ride that piece of shit back home. Jobless."
Jared closed his mouth.
"I'll phone Mickey and tell him the plans. You get your shit together."
"Thank you, Rock."
"Don't thank me," he said. "It's only temporary."
Jared smiled. He'd make sure it was anything but temporary.
--TBC--