Smoke & Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder [39/?]
MASTER POST
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (39/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 5,036
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 THIRTY-NINE
It was 1am by the time Jared got home. He hadn’t planned on working so late, but Rock had made him put in extra hours as an apology for his method of getting the job. The lights were all out when he arrived back and he was as quiet as possible about turning his key in the lock, despite the fact that his bike had probably disturbed anyone sleeping already. He’d called home earlier and told Stevie that he’d be back late, so he at least knew nobody would think he was breaking in.
Jensen was awake when he got up to their bed, though, which he’d kind of expected. He looked sleepy, so he’d obviously dozed off some already. Jared shucked off his clothes and crawled under the covers, letting Jensen roll into him. He wrapped an arm around the younger man’s shoulder and kissed the side of his head.
“Mm… Where were you?”
“I got a job at Mickey’s place.”
“Oh. What time is it?”
“Gone one, Jen, go to sleep.”
Jensen moaned, turning, and eased one leg over both of Jared’s. “Missed you today,” he mumbled, his voice sleep-warm and deep.
“I missed you too, but we both gotta get some rest.”
“You smell like beer,” Jensen told him, and he shivered at the sudden press of tongue to his ribs. Okay, so he wasn’t going to get to sleep without a little foreplay first; that much was clear.
“I need to work on my barrel-changing,” Jared explained, a half-laugh, half-moan escaping him when Jensen’s hand smoothed down his stomach and teased through fine, crisp hairs. “Jesus… You been planning this?”
“Been studying all night,” Jensen answered. “And thinking about you.”
“Thinkin’ what about me?”
He wasn’t going to get Jensen talking dirty that easy, but it had been worth a shot. Jensen just chuckled, moving down and breathing in the sweaty musk of Jared’s arousal. He touched his tongue to Jared’s dick, humming quietly as the other man’s hand came to rest against the back of his skull. He lifted his head, breathing out over Jared’s stomach.
“Want you to fuck me,” he whispered, then lowered his face against Jared’s hip as if he was embarrassed. Jared smiled; it wasn’t as though he could see much more detail of his face than a pale shape anyway. He reached out to the side of the bed and turned on the small lamp there, making Jensen groan and blink at the sudden brightness.
“Should’ve just said so,” Jared said. “C’mon up here.”
Jensen did as he was told, relishing in the warmth of Jared’s arms around him, the taste of his mouth as they kissed. It was plain that Jared wasn’t going to waste any time when he felt the first press of a finger inside him. He grunted, shifting away from the kiss, and complained at Jared.
“I know, Jen… Just teasin’.”
Jared let him go long enough to root around at the side of the bed for the KY and condoms he kept there. He found them and Jensen patiently kissed his shoulders and neck as Jared got his fingers slicked up. Then he lifted himself up onto all fours next to Jared and, okay, that was surely too fucking much for his brain to handle at this time of night, but he went with it and Jensen moaned and squirmed above him when Jared started opening him up, getting him ready.
“You wanna try it this way?” Jared asked, his voice not even above a whisper, and Jensen looked down at him, sweaty and confused.
“Huh?”
“I mean, you wanna ride my cock?”
It was blunt, and Jared grinned at the heat that suddenly bloomed on Jensen’s face, in his eyes. He slowly nodded, and held himself where he was as Jared unwrapped the condom and rolled it down over his dick. If every man could get him as hard as Jensen did just by looking at him he’d be in serious fucking trouble, he knew.
“Okay… Easy, ‘cause this can be fuckin’ awkward…”
Jensen ignored the warning and reached around himself for balance and to grip the base of Jared’s cock as he slid down onto it. Light exploded in the edges of Jared’s vision as he was slowly sheathed in tight heat and he opened his mouth, lifting his head from the pillows to catch a breath. His curse elicited a sly smile from Jensen, and he moved his hands to rest on Jensen’s back, at the base of his spine. He stroked the skin there and Jensen pressed his hands down against Jared’s chest, stretching his arms as he lifted himself a couple of inches and then pushed back down. Harder and deeper this time.
“Christ…” Jared muttered, the exact same time that Jensen murmured, “Fuck!” Jared brought a hand round to make a fist around Jensen’s cock, baring his teeth when the younger man hissed in something between pain and pleasure. He was going to end up yelling the house down, but Jared couldn’t be bothered to try and stop him.
Jensen’s dick was already solid, leaking, and Jared guessed that he hadn’t been kidding about thinking of this all night. He pulled upward, spreading his palm over the sensitive head and watching the younger man’s reaction as he closed his hand and pushed his hips upward at the same time. Jensen’s loud cry echoed through the otherwise still garage and he bit his lip a moment later, as if trying to take it back.
“That’s it, Jen, come on… Stop thinking and just let it go.”
Urging him on with hard strokes and teasing flicks of his thumb, Jared only shut up when it became too much effort to keep talking. Jensen was too loud to hear him anyway, and he loved to listen to it. The noises were a turn-on, and Jensen’s fingers dancing over his nipples did nothing to hinder that.
Jared slammed his body up, held himself there as he came, desperately trying not to choke on his own breath. A few moments later Jensen shuddered, tightened around him, and came into Jared’s hand. Jared let go, let it paint his stomach, and closed his eyes in complete bliss.
When Jensen went back inside after showering and returning to the garage to dress in his school uniform, he was surprised to see Stevie was sat at the kitchen table still in her robe. With Jared on an evening job, she’d said yesterday that she would be returning to work since he could stay at home and take care of Jeff now. But it didn’t look like she was going anywhere right now.
“Are you okay?” Jensen asked, as he moved around the kitchen to pour some coffee and grab some cereal.
“I don’t know. I don’t feel so good today.”
“Well, you have had a pretty busy few days,” Jensen pointed out. “Maybe you should just have another day off to rest anyway.”
“Maybe,” Stevie agreed.
“Is that Jensen?” Jeffrey called through from his place on the sofa.
“Yessir?”
Jensen stepped out towards the living room and Jeffrey twisted his upper body so he could look him in the eyes. “You think maybe tonight you and Jay could keep the noise down a little bit? Kind of kept us awake last night, kiddo.”
Jensen’s cheeks flamed hot at that, and he looked down at his feet as he nodded. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Ain’t gonna begrudge you boys having a bit of fun, long as you start thinking about having it at a more reasonable hour. Or just be a bit quieter about it.”
“Okay,” Jensen mumbled. He went back into the kitchen and sat at the table opposite Stevie, pulling his bowl of cereal towards him. She was grinning at him and he resolutely avoided her eyes because he knew if he looked at her he was going to blush like a moron again.
Chris was picking him up again that morning, since he’d told Stevie not to worry about hiring a car. It was just extra money that they didn’t need to spend, after all, and he was happy to run her to school and back and if she wanted him to take her and Jensen anywhere else, she was welcome to ask. Jensen had been touched by that, by how much his friend was willing to go out of his own way to help them. Chris had told him that he did it because he knew if anything happened to him or his family, he could expect the same in return. Jensen had agreed whole-heartedly.
He finished his breakfast, said goodbye to Stevie and Jeff, and headed for the door when he heard Chris pulling up outside and tapping his horn. He climbed into the passenger seat, throwing his bag into the back with Chris’s. Chris leant across the front seat, as he had jokingly done every day that he’d picked Jensen up so far, and pursed his lips as if waiting for a kiss. Jensen pressed the flat of his hand to Chris’s face, pushing him away with a tired laugh.
“You asshole.”
“You’re in a mood this morning,” Chris told him. “Someone upset my baby?”
“I’m not in a mood, I’m just tired.”
“You should tell Jay to leave you alone at night,” Chris said, signalling to pull out into the road.
“He’s got a job over at Mickey’s, so he didn’t get back until real late. Then we had this amazing sex, so… I’m kind of bushed.”
Chris looked over at Jensen, eyes wide, and Jensen told him to keep his eyes on the damned road.
“Well, you should warn a guy before you come out with something like that.”
“What’s the matter, Chris? You a little frustrated?”
His friend shrugged. “Dani’s been busy.”
“Are you two still okay?”
“Yeah! I mean, I think so. She just has a lot going on with her family right now, that’s all. We saw each other last week, and we’re going out on Saturday night.”
“Dude, a week’s a long time without it. Your dick might shrivel up and die.”
Chris reached across and smacked Jensen’s arm at that remark. “Shut up,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s not gonna shrivel up. Just ‘cause I don’t see her, doesn’t mean I ain’t using it.”
“Long as you ain’t thinking about me and Jay while you’re taking care of business.”
Chris’s eyes creased up at the corners as he smirked. “Who’s to say?” Then his face straightened out. “Is this getting weird yet?”
“What, the worry that you’re cheating on your girlfriend by having gay sex fantasies, or the fact that the fantasies are about me?”
“I never said they were about you. Maybe they’re about Kirsten Dunst.”
Jensen laughed. “They’re not about Kirsten Dunst. I know you better than that.”
Chris just shrugged and smiled. “Believe what you want to believe, Jen,” he said. “My fantasies remain between me and my right hand.”
“Classy…”
“You know it.” Chris leaned forward then, turning the heater up and the radio on. Jensen wondered if it was because the conversation had turned more awkward for him or if he was just trying to rescue his friend from thinking of something to say. If he was honest with himself, he was thinking way too hard about it already. He set his mind back to thinking about Jared instead, just to stop himself getting too embarrassed. After their noisy fuck last night, Jared had cleaned them both up and then wrapped his limbs around Jensen’s body, holding him close to warm him up. Not that Jensen had really needed it. He’d fallen asleep still kissing him, he thought. It was the last thing he remembered, anyway. When he’d woken up that morning, Jared had been fast asleep and hadn’t stirred once while Jensen moved around the garage to get ready.
He was glad Jared had gotten a job that he’d be good at, that he would enjoy. With people that didn’t give a shit about customer relations so long as they got their beer. But he knew that the late nights and the not seeing each other save the weekends would test their relationship plenty over the coming weeks. He knew how he felt about Jared; he just wished Jared could say the words out loud just once, so that he could be sure that the feelings were mutual.
The week went quick for Jared, although less so for Jensen. He’d get home at four, have an hour to eat with Jared, Jeff and Stevie, and do dishes, and then Jared would kiss him goodbye and head out to Mickey’s for the night, not getting back in until after midnight. Jensen woke up again the second night, but on the third night of it he slept right through. He missed Jared, but he couldn’t skip school again. Jeff had told him as much when he’d actually considered it aloud at dinner.
“No more time off,” Jeff said. “The stuff that’s coming up now is too important for you to miss. Having a teacher living in at home is no excuse.”
“I wouldn’t-“
“I know you wouldn’t, Jen. Just don’t let Jared try and talk you into it, either.”
It wasn’t until Friday night that Jensen insisted Jared let him tag along. He wanted to see his boyfriend in action, he teased, and he needed a night out. Most nights, after his homework was done, he wound up watching TV with Jeff and Stevie, helping them both with any chores that came up. He didn’t mind - he knew that Jared was busy night and day, since he was fixing other bikes now between waking up and waiting for Jensen to get home, but he missed spending time together.
“Rock sees you more than I do,” he grumbled, as he watched Jared gather his things together for his shower.
“You start paying me then I’ll stay here,” Jared suggested.
“What’s your hourly rate?” Jensen asked, pressing against him with his lips parted, teasingly.
“More than anyone can afford,” Jared answered, winking as he stepped free.
“Guess it’s a good job you do me free of charge then, huh?”
“I guess so.”
“I’ll come with you tonight, okay? Keep you company, brighten up your night.”
“I didn’t think Mickey’s was your scene.”
“It’s not, but I heard they have this really hot bartender now. Thought I might go check him out.”
Jared laughed. “You trying to make me jealous, Ackles? ‘Cause you know it won’t work.”
“I hear he gives real good head, too.”
“Nobody does that better than me, so you make sure this other dude knows that.”
“I will if you let me come with you,” Jensen said.
“I can’t keep an eye on you, you know? I’ll be working, so it’s not like we’ll be hanging out.”
Jensen rolled his eyes. “I know that.”
“So what the hell are you going to do all night?”
“Watch you, distract you, think about you naked…”
Jared shook his head with a smile. “Guess I had to ask, huh? Look, why don’t you bring Chris along? He ain’t been out there yet and if he brings you in his truck then at least I don’t have to worry about sliding off the road with your ass behind me.”
“I’ll call him and ask,” Jensen agreed.
“And tell him to dress right.”
“Chris has a lot more style than I do, I promise.”
“You can come in as little as you want,” Jared said, winking at him with a dirty grin. “But now I gotta go get ready. Come by for about nine-thirty. Any earlier you’ll be bored out of your mind.”
Jensen nodded, and then voiced a concern which had been on his mind for a few days now. “Is Chuck going to be there?”
Jared shrugged. “Probably. He is most nights. I’ve been lucky so far, or maybe he wants to stay away from me as much as I do from him. Rock generally looks after him, cause he knows how we feel about each other.”
“Good. So long as he stays away from me.”
Reaching out, Jared grabbed Jensen by the waist and pulled him in for a long kiss. “Don’t worry, darlin’. If he tries anything with you, I’ll definitely be stepping in.”
“I’m hoping I’m not his type…”
“You probably aren’t. Now, let me go. I really need to take a shower and get going.”
Sighing, Jensen did as he was told.
Chris picked him up at about nine and whistled when Jensen got in beside him. “Who are you trying to impress then, huh?”
“Just Jared. And I doubt he’ll be impressed. Turned on, maybe…”
Chris chuckled, waving to Stevie who’d come out the door while he was sat in the driveway. Jensen rolled down his window when she drew near and she curled her fingers around the edge of the window, smiling in at them.
“Everything all right?” Chris asked.
“Of course it is. I just wanted to tell you boys to drive safe and keep out of trouble.”
“Ah, you mean Jeff sent you out here to tell us that.”
“Well, yes. But I want you to be safe too. Chris, if you want to stay overnight when you get back then I’ll leave some blankets and pillows out on the couch for you, okay?”
“Thanks, that’d be great.”
Stevie smiled brightly. “No problem. Have a good night, okay? I’ll see you both tomorrow.”
Jensen said goodbye to her, watching as she hurried back into the house with her arms wrapped around herself, trying to keep warm.
“What’s it like, living with a teacher?” Chris asked, as he put the truck in drive and headed out of the driveway.
“It’s pretty great,” Jensen answered. “She makes sure I do all my homework and she cooks way better than Jeff does.”
“Maybe I’ll find out tomorrow. Oh, hey, Steve called me earlier.”
“Oh yeah? How’s his new place?”
“Pretty sweet by all accounts. He says he’s got a couple of gigs weekend after next. If Jared’s still at work then d’you fancy a road-trip over there to hang out?”
“Uh… Maybe. I’ll have to think about it.”
“If you want to wait until he can come too it’s okay. It’s a four hour drive and I know what you got going on right now.”
Jensen nodded. It’d be cool to see Steve and hear the band again, but he wasn’t convinced that Jared would want him gone for the whole weekend.
When Chris pulled up outside the bar it looked busy. There were already plenty of bikes out front, and a couple of battered-looking trucks.
“We’re not going to get in a fight, are we?” Chris asked, as he turned the engine off and killed the lights.
“I’ll try not to,” Jensen assured him. He took off his jacket then and peeled off the ripped tee-shirt he was wearing underneath it before pulling the leather jacket back on.
“Okay, that’s not fair. Now I’m really going to stand out.”
Jensen shook his head, taking in his friend’s torn blue jeans, plain black tee, and heavy black denim over-shirt. “You’re not, I promise. C’mon.”
They left the truck and headed to the door of the bar, the noise of the music audible before they even got near it. Jensen felt nervous and almost wished he’d kept his shirt on, but he’d promised Jared that he was going to tease him and this was a good way to do it. He wanted him wound up and ready by the time his break rolled around. Jensen led Chris directly to the bar, trying not to meet anyone’s eye until he got there. He spotted Jared at the other end of the bar, pouring out shots, and he leaned his hip against the counter while he stood and watched.
“Jay!” Rock called, from right by Jensen’s shoulder. “Your jailbait just arrived.”
A couple of the guys looked round at that, and Jensen studied the mirror behind the bar intently when they did. As soon as Jared was done with the other group, he walked down to where Jensen and Chris were standing.
“You know you’re not old enough for the hard stuff, right Jen?”
“Ha ha. How about a couple of beers?”
Jared nodded and turned away to grab two bottles from the nearest fridge. He twisted the caps off and set them down on the bar. “Anything else?”
“You don’t want us to pay?”
He was flashed a cheeky grin. “You come in here looking like you do right now, that’s all the payment I need.”
“But-“
“Seriously, Jen. I’ll sort it out of my pay check. Enjoy your beer.” Jared looked about to say something else, but he was called away by another customer and showed them an apologetic smile before heading away.
“This place is packed,” Chris observed, gripping his beer tight.
“Yeah. Friday night, I guess everyone comes out.”
“Does he get a break?”
Jensen glanced over to where Jared was now clearing glasses off the bar to make room for fresh drinks. “Yeah. Around half-ten, if you-“
“I’ll be fine for fifteen minutes,” Chris promised. “You can go see to his needs. Sure I can entertain myself.”
“You sure?”
“If I get threatened by anyone then I’ll go lock myself in the truck or just ditch your ass and leave.”
“Thanks a lot, man.”
“Hey, you know you can count on me.” Chris’s eyes widened then and Jensen stiffened when he felt a large hand pat his shoulder, hard.
“Rock, didn’t know you was setting up a goddamn crèche here. Ain’t these two adorable?”
Jensen cringed at the sound of Chuck’s voice and tried to hide in the collar of his jacket. Rock was opposite them in only a couple of seconds, giving Chuck a warning look.
“You want to take your hands off him right the fuck now, Chuckie-Doll?”
“Why?” Chuck sneered.
“Jay sees you touching him like that then we’re all gonna have some trouble. And after the last brawl you started in here with these boys, we don’t need more trouble. Mickey’s still sore from the last repair bill he got for this joint and if I gotta call him again then he’s gonna end up coming down here. And ain’t none of us want that.”
Chuck let go of Jensen’s shoulder at that, but leaned forward to speak into his ear. “Just ‘cause you got tattoos now and a tough boyfriend, don’t make you one of us. You got friends while you’re in here, but once we get out on the street then nothing else matters. You understand me, kid?”
Jensen swallowed nervously and nodded, until Rock said Chuck’s name again and the older man stepped away, whistling as he went back to his corner.
“Well, hell, I can see why you love this place,” Chris deadpanned, lifting his beer to take a swig.
“I didn’t say I love it. I just needed to be with Jay.”
Rock leaned over the bar then. “Maybe you boys oughta just take a seat well away from Chuck and his crowd. I got an eye on him, so don’t worry. When you gotta go, you just go.”
“Thanks, Rock,” Jensen said. He took the man’s advice, eager to get away from the bar now. Chris snagged them a table well away from most of the bar’s other patrons and they sat and talked while they nursed their beers.
It was almost eleven by the time Jared came out from behind the bar, bringing two more beers with him.
“They’re paid for,” he said, when Jensen reached for his wallet. “So long as Chris doesn’t get drunk.”
“I’m all right,” Chris protested.
Jensen hooked a finger in Jared’s belt loop then, before he could move to sit down, and he stood as he pulled him closer. “How long’s your break tonight?”
Jared checked his watch. “I got another twenty minutes.”
“Good. Show me the break room.”
“I’ll be okay,” Chris said, as Jared opened his mouth to ask.
He didn’t need any more persuading than that. Rock ignored the both of them as Jared led Jensen behind the bar and up to the offices. There was another room besides Rock’s office and this was where Jared took Jensen, locking the door behind them. It was a room that looked lived in, Jensen thought. The couch against one wall was ripped in places and stained with things that he didn’t really want to consider. The walls were cobwebby, nicotine yellow, and the low table was covered in rings from dirty mugs and a thin layer of ash and dust. There was a counter along the wall opposite the couch that held an old TV, a small refrigerator, and an antiquated coffee pot that had definitely seen better days. There was a cupboard full of chipped mugs, plates and dirty teaspoons that was open above the TV.
“You want a coffee?” Jared asked.
Jensen laughed and shook his head. “I got something better in mind,” he answered, reaching down for the fly of Jared’s jeans and tugging the buttons from their holes.
“It’s like you’re obsessed with my dick,” Jared said, lowering his head to watch Jensen slide his hand inside. His teeth ground together at the first touch.
Jensen ducked his head and closed the gap between them, kissing Jared hotly. “Addicted, maybe,” he told him.
“Is Chris really gonna be alright on his own?”
“Rock’s keeping an eye on Chuck, so yes. You want this or not?”
In answer, Jared put a hand on Jensen’s shoulder and pushed him down.
When they got back down to the bar Jared went straight back to work and Jensen found Chris talking to someone he didn’t recognize at first. It took him a minute to work it out, because Trevor wasn’t wearing his wig or makeup. It was strange to see him in jeans and jacket and he smiled like he knew just what Jensen was thinking.
“I know, sugar. Doesn’t exactly suit, does it?”
Jensen took a seat and shook his head. “Not really. How come you’re out here?”
“I don’t usually bother since, well, the crowd here are real manly men, but I heard from Jeff that Jay was working out here and figured I’d come show him some support. Looks like he doesn’t need it though.”
Jensen looked back to where Jared was leant over the counter, listening to someone’s drinks order and nodding. “He’s doing surprisingly okay here.”
“This is his kind of place. He pretty much grew up with these people after his mom died, so yeah. Makes sense he’d feel at home here.”
“I guess so.”
“Oh, don’t worry honey. You definitely got him back on the gay and narrow.”
Chris snorted at that, coughing as his beer went down the wrong way. Trevor reached over and patted his back, apologising.
“Thanks, I’m good… Maybe we should get going soon, though. Before they start kicking out and we get stuck in the middle of it.”
“And before you get any drunker,” Jensen pointed out, reaching over to take the rest of Chris’s beer from him.
“That’s still only my second one!” Chris argued as Jensen downed the rest of it.
“And now it’s your last. You’re right though. Let me tell Jay we’re going and then we’ll head out.”
Trevor smiled as they both stood, winking at Chris. “You think on what I said about your girl,” he told him.
“I will, man. And thanks.”
Once Jensen managed to get Jared’s attention and tell him that he and Chris were going to head home and he’d see him there, he followed his friend out to his truck and they started out. Jensen felt a flutter of nerves when he saw a crowd of bikers come out of the bar as they set off, but he didn’t see Chuck amongst them and he relaxed once they were back out on the highway. The stereo was on low, strains of Lynyrd Skynyrd filtering through the speakers as Chris drove. They didn’t talk, instead riding in comfortable silence. Jensen was fine with that, since his mind was just replaying the blowjob Jared had given him in return for his up in the break room. He shifted in his seat, wishing Jared was in the truck with them right then.
“You okay?” Chris asked, looking over at him for a moment.
“Yeah, no problem. Do you want to stay the night, by the way?”
Chris shrugged. “Sure. My parents are out of town right now, so it’s just an empty house I’d be going back to. I’d call Dani, but she’s out with some girlfriends tonight.”
“Good to know I’m the next best thing,” Jensen teased.
“Sure you are.”
“Still before midnight. Jeff and Stevie’ll probably be up watching TV. We could join ‘em, or play some X-box…”
“X-box sounds good.”
Jared returned to find Jensen and Chris sat side by side on the couch in the garage, controllers dropped at their feet while the game carried on playing its continuous loop of demo footage on the TV screen. There were several empty beer bottles at either end of the couch and both men were snoring, soundly asleep.
He turned a heater on for them and grabbed a blanket from a pile of clean laundry on one of the worktops. He threw it over them both and neither of them woke.
“Too easy,” he muttered, under his breath, and leaned forward to quickly rearrange them. They didn’t stir and he knew they must be plenty drunk. Kind of a shame, he thought, since he’d had some plans for Jensen after the earlier blowjob. But he could wait. Once Chris left tomorrow morning, they’d have all day before he had to leave again. He’d definitely keep Jensen in bed for at least a couple of hours if he could.
Once he’d gotten them nice and comfortable, and plenty in each other’s space, he turned the TV off and headed up to bed alone.
--TBC--
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (39/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 5,036
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 THIRTY-NINE
It was 1am by the time Jared got home. He hadn’t planned on working so late, but Rock had made him put in extra hours as an apology for his method of getting the job. The lights were all out when he arrived back and he was as quiet as possible about turning his key in the lock, despite the fact that his bike had probably disturbed anyone sleeping already. He’d called home earlier and told Stevie that he’d be back late, so he at least knew nobody would think he was breaking in.
Jensen was awake when he got up to their bed, though, which he’d kind of expected. He looked sleepy, so he’d obviously dozed off some already. Jared shucked off his clothes and crawled under the covers, letting Jensen roll into him. He wrapped an arm around the younger man’s shoulder and kissed the side of his head.
“Mm… Where were you?”
“I got a job at Mickey’s place.”
“Oh. What time is it?”
“Gone one, Jen, go to sleep.”
Jensen moaned, turning, and eased one leg over both of Jared’s. “Missed you today,” he mumbled, his voice sleep-warm and deep.
“I missed you too, but we both gotta get some rest.”
“You smell like beer,” Jensen told him, and he shivered at the sudden press of tongue to his ribs. Okay, so he wasn’t going to get to sleep without a little foreplay first; that much was clear.
“I need to work on my barrel-changing,” Jared explained, a half-laugh, half-moan escaping him when Jensen’s hand smoothed down his stomach and teased through fine, crisp hairs. “Jesus… You been planning this?”
“Been studying all night,” Jensen answered. “And thinking about you.”
“Thinkin’ what about me?”
He wasn’t going to get Jensen talking dirty that easy, but it had been worth a shot. Jensen just chuckled, moving down and breathing in the sweaty musk of Jared’s arousal. He touched his tongue to Jared’s dick, humming quietly as the other man’s hand came to rest against the back of his skull. He lifted his head, breathing out over Jared’s stomach.
“Want you to fuck me,” he whispered, then lowered his face against Jared’s hip as if he was embarrassed. Jared smiled; it wasn’t as though he could see much more detail of his face than a pale shape anyway. He reached out to the side of the bed and turned on the small lamp there, making Jensen groan and blink at the sudden brightness.
“Should’ve just said so,” Jared said. “C’mon up here.”
Jensen did as he was told, relishing in the warmth of Jared’s arms around him, the taste of his mouth as they kissed. It was plain that Jared wasn’t going to waste any time when he felt the first press of a finger inside him. He grunted, shifting away from the kiss, and complained at Jared.
“I know, Jen… Just teasin’.”
Jared let him go long enough to root around at the side of the bed for the KY and condoms he kept there. He found them and Jensen patiently kissed his shoulders and neck as Jared got his fingers slicked up. Then he lifted himself up onto all fours next to Jared and, okay, that was surely too fucking much for his brain to handle at this time of night, but he went with it and Jensen moaned and squirmed above him when Jared started opening him up, getting him ready.
“You wanna try it this way?” Jared asked, his voice not even above a whisper, and Jensen looked down at him, sweaty and confused.
“Huh?”
“I mean, you wanna ride my cock?”
It was blunt, and Jared grinned at the heat that suddenly bloomed on Jensen’s face, in his eyes. He slowly nodded, and held himself where he was as Jared unwrapped the condom and rolled it down over his dick. If every man could get him as hard as Jensen did just by looking at him he’d be in serious fucking trouble, he knew.
“Okay… Easy, ‘cause this can be fuckin’ awkward…”
Jensen ignored the warning and reached around himself for balance and to grip the base of Jared’s cock as he slid down onto it. Light exploded in the edges of Jared’s vision as he was slowly sheathed in tight heat and he opened his mouth, lifting his head from the pillows to catch a breath. His curse elicited a sly smile from Jensen, and he moved his hands to rest on Jensen’s back, at the base of his spine. He stroked the skin there and Jensen pressed his hands down against Jared’s chest, stretching his arms as he lifted himself a couple of inches and then pushed back down. Harder and deeper this time.
“Christ…” Jared muttered, the exact same time that Jensen murmured, “Fuck!” Jared brought a hand round to make a fist around Jensen’s cock, baring his teeth when the younger man hissed in something between pain and pleasure. He was going to end up yelling the house down, but Jared couldn’t be bothered to try and stop him.
Jensen’s dick was already solid, leaking, and Jared guessed that he hadn’t been kidding about thinking of this all night. He pulled upward, spreading his palm over the sensitive head and watching the younger man’s reaction as he closed his hand and pushed his hips upward at the same time. Jensen’s loud cry echoed through the otherwise still garage and he bit his lip a moment later, as if trying to take it back.
“That’s it, Jen, come on… Stop thinking and just let it go.”
Urging him on with hard strokes and teasing flicks of his thumb, Jared only shut up when it became too much effort to keep talking. Jensen was too loud to hear him anyway, and he loved to listen to it. The noises were a turn-on, and Jensen’s fingers dancing over his nipples did nothing to hinder that.
Jared slammed his body up, held himself there as he came, desperately trying not to choke on his own breath. A few moments later Jensen shuddered, tightened around him, and came into Jared’s hand. Jared let go, let it paint his stomach, and closed his eyes in complete bliss.
When Jensen went back inside after showering and returning to the garage to dress in his school uniform, he was surprised to see Stevie was sat at the kitchen table still in her robe. With Jared on an evening job, she’d said yesterday that she would be returning to work since he could stay at home and take care of Jeff now. But it didn’t look like she was going anywhere right now.
“Are you okay?” Jensen asked, as he moved around the kitchen to pour some coffee and grab some cereal.
“I don’t know. I don’t feel so good today.”
“Well, you have had a pretty busy few days,” Jensen pointed out. “Maybe you should just have another day off to rest anyway.”
“Maybe,” Stevie agreed.
“Is that Jensen?” Jeffrey called through from his place on the sofa.
“Yessir?”
Jensen stepped out towards the living room and Jeffrey twisted his upper body so he could look him in the eyes. “You think maybe tonight you and Jay could keep the noise down a little bit? Kind of kept us awake last night, kiddo.”
Jensen’s cheeks flamed hot at that, and he looked down at his feet as he nodded. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Ain’t gonna begrudge you boys having a bit of fun, long as you start thinking about having it at a more reasonable hour. Or just be a bit quieter about it.”
“Okay,” Jensen mumbled. He went back into the kitchen and sat at the table opposite Stevie, pulling his bowl of cereal towards him. She was grinning at him and he resolutely avoided her eyes because he knew if he looked at her he was going to blush like a moron again.
Chris was picking him up again that morning, since he’d told Stevie not to worry about hiring a car. It was just extra money that they didn’t need to spend, after all, and he was happy to run her to school and back and if she wanted him to take her and Jensen anywhere else, she was welcome to ask. Jensen had been touched by that, by how much his friend was willing to go out of his own way to help them. Chris had told him that he did it because he knew if anything happened to him or his family, he could expect the same in return. Jensen had agreed whole-heartedly.
He finished his breakfast, said goodbye to Stevie and Jeff, and headed for the door when he heard Chris pulling up outside and tapping his horn. He climbed into the passenger seat, throwing his bag into the back with Chris’s. Chris leant across the front seat, as he had jokingly done every day that he’d picked Jensen up so far, and pursed his lips as if waiting for a kiss. Jensen pressed the flat of his hand to Chris’s face, pushing him away with a tired laugh.
“You asshole.”
“You’re in a mood this morning,” Chris told him. “Someone upset my baby?”
“I’m not in a mood, I’m just tired.”
“You should tell Jay to leave you alone at night,” Chris said, signalling to pull out into the road.
“He’s got a job over at Mickey’s, so he didn’t get back until real late. Then we had this amazing sex, so… I’m kind of bushed.”
Chris looked over at Jensen, eyes wide, and Jensen told him to keep his eyes on the damned road.
“Well, you should warn a guy before you come out with something like that.”
“What’s the matter, Chris? You a little frustrated?”
His friend shrugged. “Dani’s been busy.”
“Are you two still okay?”
“Yeah! I mean, I think so. She just has a lot going on with her family right now, that’s all. We saw each other last week, and we’re going out on Saturday night.”
“Dude, a week’s a long time without it. Your dick might shrivel up and die.”
Chris reached across and smacked Jensen’s arm at that remark. “Shut up,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s not gonna shrivel up. Just ‘cause I don’t see her, doesn’t mean I ain’t using it.”
“Long as you ain’t thinking about me and Jay while you’re taking care of business.”
Chris’s eyes creased up at the corners as he smirked. “Who’s to say?” Then his face straightened out. “Is this getting weird yet?”
“What, the worry that you’re cheating on your girlfriend by having gay sex fantasies, or the fact that the fantasies are about me?”
“I never said they were about you. Maybe they’re about Kirsten Dunst.”
Jensen laughed. “They’re not about Kirsten Dunst. I know you better than that.”
Chris just shrugged and smiled. “Believe what you want to believe, Jen,” he said. “My fantasies remain between me and my right hand.”
“Classy…”
“You know it.” Chris leaned forward then, turning the heater up and the radio on. Jensen wondered if it was because the conversation had turned more awkward for him or if he was just trying to rescue his friend from thinking of something to say. If he was honest with himself, he was thinking way too hard about it already. He set his mind back to thinking about Jared instead, just to stop himself getting too embarrassed. After their noisy fuck last night, Jared had cleaned them both up and then wrapped his limbs around Jensen’s body, holding him close to warm him up. Not that Jensen had really needed it. He’d fallen asleep still kissing him, he thought. It was the last thing he remembered, anyway. When he’d woken up that morning, Jared had been fast asleep and hadn’t stirred once while Jensen moved around the garage to get ready.
He was glad Jared had gotten a job that he’d be good at, that he would enjoy. With people that didn’t give a shit about customer relations so long as they got their beer. But he knew that the late nights and the not seeing each other save the weekends would test their relationship plenty over the coming weeks. He knew how he felt about Jared; he just wished Jared could say the words out loud just once, so that he could be sure that the feelings were mutual.
The week went quick for Jared, although less so for Jensen. He’d get home at four, have an hour to eat with Jared, Jeff and Stevie, and do dishes, and then Jared would kiss him goodbye and head out to Mickey’s for the night, not getting back in until after midnight. Jensen woke up again the second night, but on the third night of it he slept right through. He missed Jared, but he couldn’t skip school again. Jeff had told him as much when he’d actually considered it aloud at dinner.
“No more time off,” Jeff said. “The stuff that’s coming up now is too important for you to miss. Having a teacher living in at home is no excuse.”
“I wouldn’t-“
“I know you wouldn’t, Jen. Just don’t let Jared try and talk you into it, either.”
It wasn’t until Friday night that Jensen insisted Jared let him tag along. He wanted to see his boyfriend in action, he teased, and he needed a night out. Most nights, after his homework was done, he wound up watching TV with Jeff and Stevie, helping them both with any chores that came up. He didn’t mind - he knew that Jared was busy night and day, since he was fixing other bikes now between waking up and waiting for Jensen to get home, but he missed spending time together.
“Rock sees you more than I do,” he grumbled, as he watched Jared gather his things together for his shower.
“You start paying me then I’ll stay here,” Jared suggested.
“What’s your hourly rate?” Jensen asked, pressing against him with his lips parted, teasingly.
“More than anyone can afford,” Jared answered, winking as he stepped free.
“Guess it’s a good job you do me free of charge then, huh?”
“I guess so.”
“I’ll come with you tonight, okay? Keep you company, brighten up your night.”
“I didn’t think Mickey’s was your scene.”
“It’s not, but I heard they have this really hot bartender now. Thought I might go check him out.”
Jared laughed. “You trying to make me jealous, Ackles? ‘Cause you know it won’t work.”
“I hear he gives real good head, too.”
“Nobody does that better than me, so you make sure this other dude knows that.”
“I will if you let me come with you,” Jensen said.
“I can’t keep an eye on you, you know? I’ll be working, so it’s not like we’ll be hanging out.”
Jensen rolled his eyes. “I know that.”
“So what the hell are you going to do all night?”
“Watch you, distract you, think about you naked…”
Jared shook his head with a smile. “Guess I had to ask, huh? Look, why don’t you bring Chris along? He ain’t been out there yet and if he brings you in his truck then at least I don’t have to worry about sliding off the road with your ass behind me.”
“I’ll call him and ask,” Jensen agreed.
“And tell him to dress right.”
“Chris has a lot more style than I do, I promise.”
“You can come in as little as you want,” Jared said, winking at him with a dirty grin. “But now I gotta go get ready. Come by for about nine-thirty. Any earlier you’ll be bored out of your mind.”
Jensen nodded, and then voiced a concern which had been on his mind for a few days now. “Is Chuck going to be there?”
Jared shrugged. “Probably. He is most nights. I’ve been lucky so far, or maybe he wants to stay away from me as much as I do from him. Rock generally looks after him, cause he knows how we feel about each other.”
“Good. So long as he stays away from me.”
Reaching out, Jared grabbed Jensen by the waist and pulled him in for a long kiss. “Don’t worry, darlin’. If he tries anything with you, I’ll definitely be stepping in.”
“I’m hoping I’m not his type…”
“You probably aren’t. Now, let me go. I really need to take a shower and get going.”
Sighing, Jensen did as he was told.
Chris picked him up at about nine and whistled when Jensen got in beside him. “Who are you trying to impress then, huh?”
“Just Jared. And I doubt he’ll be impressed. Turned on, maybe…”
Chris chuckled, waving to Stevie who’d come out the door while he was sat in the driveway. Jensen rolled down his window when she drew near and she curled her fingers around the edge of the window, smiling in at them.
“Everything all right?” Chris asked.
“Of course it is. I just wanted to tell you boys to drive safe and keep out of trouble.”
“Ah, you mean Jeff sent you out here to tell us that.”
“Well, yes. But I want you to be safe too. Chris, if you want to stay overnight when you get back then I’ll leave some blankets and pillows out on the couch for you, okay?”
“Thanks, that’d be great.”
Stevie smiled brightly. “No problem. Have a good night, okay? I’ll see you both tomorrow.”
Jensen said goodbye to her, watching as she hurried back into the house with her arms wrapped around herself, trying to keep warm.
“What’s it like, living with a teacher?” Chris asked, as he put the truck in drive and headed out of the driveway.
“It’s pretty great,” Jensen answered. “She makes sure I do all my homework and she cooks way better than Jeff does.”
“Maybe I’ll find out tomorrow. Oh, hey, Steve called me earlier.”
“Oh yeah? How’s his new place?”
“Pretty sweet by all accounts. He says he’s got a couple of gigs weekend after next. If Jared’s still at work then d’you fancy a road-trip over there to hang out?”
“Uh… Maybe. I’ll have to think about it.”
“If you want to wait until he can come too it’s okay. It’s a four hour drive and I know what you got going on right now.”
Jensen nodded. It’d be cool to see Steve and hear the band again, but he wasn’t convinced that Jared would want him gone for the whole weekend.
When Chris pulled up outside the bar it looked busy. There were already plenty of bikes out front, and a couple of battered-looking trucks.
“We’re not going to get in a fight, are we?” Chris asked, as he turned the engine off and killed the lights.
“I’ll try not to,” Jensen assured him. He took off his jacket then and peeled off the ripped tee-shirt he was wearing underneath it before pulling the leather jacket back on.
“Okay, that’s not fair. Now I’m really going to stand out.”
Jensen shook his head, taking in his friend’s torn blue jeans, plain black tee, and heavy black denim over-shirt. “You’re not, I promise. C’mon.”
They left the truck and headed to the door of the bar, the noise of the music audible before they even got near it. Jensen felt nervous and almost wished he’d kept his shirt on, but he’d promised Jared that he was going to tease him and this was a good way to do it. He wanted him wound up and ready by the time his break rolled around. Jensen led Chris directly to the bar, trying not to meet anyone’s eye until he got there. He spotted Jared at the other end of the bar, pouring out shots, and he leaned his hip against the counter while he stood and watched.
“Jay!” Rock called, from right by Jensen’s shoulder. “Your jailbait just arrived.”
A couple of the guys looked round at that, and Jensen studied the mirror behind the bar intently when they did. As soon as Jared was done with the other group, he walked down to where Jensen and Chris were standing.
“You know you’re not old enough for the hard stuff, right Jen?”
“Ha ha. How about a couple of beers?”
Jared nodded and turned away to grab two bottles from the nearest fridge. He twisted the caps off and set them down on the bar. “Anything else?”
“You don’t want us to pay?”
He was flashed a cheeky grin. “You come in here looking like you do right now, that’s all the payment I need.”
“But-“
“Seriously, Jen. I’ll sort it out of my pay check. Enjoy your beer.” Jared looked about to say something else, but he was called away by another customer and showed them an apologetic smile before heading away.
“This place is packed,” Chris observed, gripping his beer tight.
“Yeah. Friday night, I guess everyone comes out.”
“Does he get a break?”
Jensen glanced over to where Jared was now clearing glasses off the bar to make room for fresh drinks. “Yeah. Around half-ten, if you-“
“I’ll be fine for fifteen minutes,” Chris promised. “You can go see to his needs. Sure I can entertain myself.”
“You sure?”
“If I get threatened by anyone then I’ll go lock myself in the truck or just ditch your ass and leave.”
“Thanks a lot, man.”
“Hey, you know you can count on me.” Chris’s eyes widened then and Jensen stiffened when he felt a large hand pat his shoulder, hard.
“Rock, didn’t know you was setting up a goddamn crèche here. Ain’t these two adorable?”
Jensen cringed at the sound of Chuck’s voice and tried to hide in the collar of his jacket. Rock was opposite them in only a couple of seconds, giving Chuck a warning look.
“You want to take your hands off him right the fuck now, Chuckie-Doll?”
“Why?” Chuck sneered.
“Jay sees you touching him like that then we’re all gonna have some trouble. And after the last brawl you started in here with these boys, we don’t need more trouble. Mickey’s still sore from the last repair bill he got for this joint and if I gotta call him again then he’s gonna end up coming down here. And ain’t none of us want that.”
Chuck let go of Jensen’s shoulder at that, but leaned forward to speak into his ear. “Just ‘cause you got tattoos now and a tough boyfriend, don’t make you one of us. You got friends while you’re in here, but once we get out on the street then nothing else matters. You understand me, kid?”
Jensen swallowed nervously and nodded, until Rock said Chuck’s name again and the older man stepped away, whistling as he went back to his corner.
“Well, hell, I can see why you love this place,” Chris deadpanned, lifting his beer to take a swig.
“I didn’t say I love it. I just needed to be with Jay.”
Rock leaned over the bar then. “Maybe you boys oughta just take a seat well away from Chuck and his crowd. I got an eye on him, so don’t worry. When you gotta go, you just go.”
“Thanks, Rock,” Jensen said. He took the man’s advice, eager to get away from the bar now. Chris snagged them a table well away from most of the bar’s other patrons and they sat and talked while they nursed their beers.
It was almost eleven by the time Jared came out from behind the bar, bringing two more beers with him.
“They’re paid for,” he said, when Jensen reached for his wallet. “So long as Chris doesn’t get drunk.”
“I’m all right,” Chris protested.
Jensen hooked a finger in Jared’s belt loop then, before he could move to sit down, and he stood as he pulled him closer. “How long’s your break tonight?”
Jared checked his watch. “I got another twenty minutes.”
“Good. Show me the break room.”
“I’ll be okay,” Chris said, as Jared opened his mouth to ask.
He didn’t need any more persuading than that. Rock ignored the both of them as Jared led Jensen behind the bar and up to the offices. There was another room besides Rock’s office and this was where Jared took Jensen, locking the door behind them. It was a room that looked lived in, Jensen thought. The couch against one wall was ripped in places and stained with things that he didn’t really want to consider. The walls were cobwebby, nicotine yellow, and the low table was covered in rings from dirty mugs and a thin layer of ash and dust. There was a counter along the wall opposite the couch that held an old TV, a small refrigerator, and an antiquated coffee pot that had definitely seen better days. There was a cupboard full of chipped mugs, plates and dirty teaspoons that was open above the TV.
“You want a coffee?” Jared asked.
Jensen laughed and shook his head. “I got something better in mind,” he answered, reaching down for the fly of Jared’s jeans and tugging the buttons from their holes.
“It’s like you’re obsessed with my dick,” Jared said, lowering his head to watch Jensen slide his hand inside. His teeth ground together at the first touch.
Jensen ducked his head and closed the gap between them, kissing Jared hotly. “Addicted, maybe,” he told him.
“Is Chris really gonna be alright on his own?”
“Rock’s keeping an eye on Chuck, so yes. You want this or not?”
In answer, Jared put a hand on Jensen’s shoulder and pushed him down.
When they got back down to the bar Jared went straight back to work and Jensen found Chris talking to someone he didn’t recognize at first. It took him a minute to work it out, because Trevor wasn’t wearing his wig or makeup. It was strange to see him in jeans and jacket and he smiled like he knew just what Jensen was thinking.
“I know, sugar. Doesn’t exactly suit, does it?”
Jensen took a seat and shook his head. “Not really. How come you’re out here?”
“I don’t usually bother since, well, the crowd here are real manly men, but I heard from Jeff that Jay was working out here and figured I’d come show him some support. Looks like he doesn’t need it though.”
Jensen looked back to where Jared was leant over the counter, listening to someone’s drinks order and nodding. “He’s doing surprisingly okay here.”
“This is his kind of place. He pretty much grew up with these people after his mom died, so yeah. Makes sense he’d feel at home here.”
“I guess so.”
“Oh, don’t worry honey. You definitely got him back on the gay and narrow.”
Chris snorted at that, coughing as his beer went down the wrong way. Trevor reached over and patted his back, apologising.
“Thanks, I’m good… Maybe we should get going soon, though. Before they start kicking out and we get stuck in the middle of it.”
“And before you get any drunker,” Jensen pointed out, reaching over to take the rest of Chris’s beer from him.
“That’s still only my second one!” Chris argued as Jensen downed the rest of it.
“And now it’s your last. You’re right though. Let me tell Jay we’re going and then we’ll head out.”
Trevor smiled as they both stood, winking at Chris. “You think on what I said about your girl,” he told him.
“I will, man. And thanks.”
Once Jensen managed to get Jared’s attention and tell him that he and Chris were going to head home and he’d see him there, he followed his friend out to his truck and they started out. Jensen felt a flutter of nerves when he saw a crowd of bikers come out of the bar as they set off, but he didn’t see Chuck amongst them and he relaxed once they were back out on the highway. The stereo was on low, strains of Lynyrd Skynyrd filtering through the speakers as Chris drove. They didn’t talk, instead riding in comfortable silence. Jensen was fine with that, since his mind was just replaying the blowjob Jared had given him in return for his up in the break room. He shifted in his seat, wishing Jared was in the truck with them right then.
“You okay?” Chris asked, looking over at him for a moment.
“Yeah, no problem. Do you want to stay the night, by the way?”
Chris shrugged. “Sure. My parents are out of town right now, so it’s just an empty house I’d be going back to. I’d call Dani, but she’s out with some girlfriends tonight.”
“Good to know I’m the next best thing,” Jensen teased.
“Sure you are.”
“Still before midnight. Jeff and Stevie’ll probably be up watching TV. We could join ‘em, or play some X-box…”
“X-box sounds good.”
Jared returned to find Jensen and Chris sat side by side on the couch in the garage, controllers dropped at their feet while the game carried on playing its continuous loop of demo footage on the TV screen. There were several empty beer bottles at either end of the couch and both men were snoring, soundly asleep.
He turned a heater on for them and grabbed a blanket from a pile of clean laundry on one of the worktops. He threw it over them both and neither of them woke.
“Too easy,” he muttered, under his breath, and leaned forward to quickly rearrange them. They didn’t stir and he knew they must be plenty drunk. Kind of a shame, he thought, since he’d had some plans for Jensen after the earlier blowjob. But he could wait. Once Chris left tomorrow morning, they’d have all day before he had to leave again. He’d definitely keep Jensen in bed for at least a couple of hours if he could.
Once he’d gotten them nice and comfortable, and plenty in each other’s space, he turned the TV off and headed up to bed alone.
--TBC--