Smoke & Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder [41/?]
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Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (41/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki. (Jensen Ackles / Chris Kane)
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 7,257
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.
Note from Evil: Oh, man. I think you guys are going to hate us.
if you haven't read the chapter posted yesterday yet, please go read that one first!
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
“What the fuck happened?”
The question was directed at Jensen as he headed into the kitchen, a hand to his head. Chris was right behind him, with Jared following. Jeffrey watched their progress from his place on the couch, while Stevie reached for the remote and turned off the TV.
“Chuck happened,” Jared muttered, now in the kitchen and pulling down a box of bandages and bottles from atop the refrigerator.
“Get yourself back in here,” Jeffrey snapped. “And tell me what the hell that’s supposed to mean.”
Jared shook his head, but obeyed. He stood opposite Jeff, the dark bruises itching and sore on his face. His shirt was sticky in places and he felt uncomfortable under Jeff’s glare. “Chuck jumped Chris and Jen when they left the bar tonight. So I stepped in.”
“And I guess you had nothing to do with why Chuck felt the need to-“
“The man was being an asshole, Jeff. I wasn’t just going to stand there and take it. You taught me to stand up for myself and that’s what I did. That’s what Jensen did too. You want to tell me that was wrong?”
Jeff looked for a moment like he was about to try and get up, but he ended up shaking his head and turning his gaze on Jensen. “You boys have got to stop getting yourselves in trouble like this,” he said.
“I know,” Jensen mumbled.
“You won’t always have friends there to help you out. Since I’m guessing Rock broke the fight up, huh?”
“Yeah,” Jared answered. “Don’t worry, he barred Chuck. Which means I shouldn’t see that prick in there again.”
“Men like Chuck don’t let being barred from someplace stop them. Watch your back, Jay.”
Sensing that Jeff was done with the reprimand, Stevie got up from the couch and took the box from Jared’s hands.
“Come on, guys. Let’s fix you both up.”
Jared was back at work the following night, and he told Jensen to stay at home and recover. Jensen didn’t want to, not really, since his planned trip with Chris over to Steve’s new place was to go ahead the next day, Saturday. He wanted to spend as much time with Jared before he went, but the man was insistent and he didn’t have much choice than to give in.
He spent the whole evening worrying, sending texts to Jared’s phone and having his heart jump in relief every time he got a message back. Eventually, at around midnight, Jared called him and told him to stop.
“I can’t help it. I keep thinking about last night-“
“Jen, honestly, I’m fine. Chuck ain’t been in and everyone’s been giving me huge tips because they’ve seen what he did to my face. Rock’s looking after me, so you don’t need to sit there worrying.”
“I just wish I was there. I don’t like being away from you.”
“You’re away from me tomorrow night,” Jared pointed out.
“I know. I know I am and I’m not going to enjoy it one bit.”
“Yeah you are,” the other man argued. “You’re going to see one of your old buddies with your very best buddy and you’re probably going to get to sing and you’re definitely going to get offers from a few groupies… Try telling me you didn’t enjoy it when you get back and you’ll be lying.”
“Well, true, I guess, but that’s what makes tomorrow night different. At least I’ll have something to distract me.”
“Call me if you need to. I get breaks. I’m sure we can work something out.” His voice had dropped to a suggestive and seductive level, making something hot stir in Jensen’s belly.
“I may just take you up on that,” he told him, his own voice slightly scratchy with need.
“And wait up for me tonight. In case I don’t get to say a proper goodbye in the morning.”
Jensen had almost forgotten how much fun it was to be in Chris’s truck for longer than it took to get to school. The last long trip they had done had been a three-hour trek to watch Dani in some cheer-leading competition. This was different. This was just him and Chris and a whole lot of new things that had happened to them. Jensen felt ten years older than that kid from last summer - before the gas station, before Jared and Jeffrey, before everything that he’d been missing in his life.
Chris had a stash of jelly beans on the dashboard and a cooler with bottles of water and plenty of beer (for when they reached Steve’s place) sat between their feet. He had a rock station on the radio and they were both singing along to every song that played, whether they remembered all the lyrics or not. Jensen had his feet up on the dash and drummed his fingers on his thighs in time with the music.
“You think Jared’s enjoying his peace and quiet?” Jensen asked, smiling across at Chris.
“I think he’s probably missing you like hell. He’ll probably call you soon so you guys can have phone sex.”
“Huh. Think that’d be kind of awkward this end. How the hell do you have phone sex anyway?”
Chris smirked. “Well, you take your phone, you put it on vibrate, then you-“
“Forget it! I know where this is going!”
“Up your ass,” Chris finished, laughing wickedly when Jensen reached across and cuffed his arm.
“Lame.”
“Do you want to stop for something to eat?” Chris asked, as they passed a sign for a roadside diner a few miles ahead.
“Sounds like a plan,” Jensen replied. He’d missed lunch since they’d set off mid-morning and he was getting kind of hungry.
He’d avoided asking until now, but since they were both sat down and it was finally quiet, no music blaring out anywhere, Jensen figured it was a good time.
“How come Dani didn’t want to come?” Chris’s smile dropped and he looked down at his plate and Jensen wished right then that he’d kept his mouth shut. “Did something happen between you guys that I missed?”
“You didn’t miss it,” Chris said, looking him in the eye again. “I just… Since New Year’s she’s been kind of weird.”
Jensen swallowed. “Weird how?”
“I’m not sure I oughta tell you.”
“Why not?”
“’Cause it’s… Look, she’s been kind of obsessing over Jared. And, well, you, but more Jared. And you two together is all she talks about any more.”
“Shit. I’m sorry.”
“You got nothing to say sorry for. And neither does Jared. Ain’t your fault. Maybe it’s mine for not being good enough for her. Or for telling her…” Chris trailed off and shook his head. “You know what? Never mind. The end result of it is that we’re just taking a break from one another, sorting things through. Hopefully she’ll realise that she needs to stick to straight men. Single men.”
“And what about you?”
“What about me?”
“What is it that you need to work out?”
“I thought that was kind of obvious,” Chris muttered, before taking a big bite out of his burger so he wouldn’t have to talk any more.
Confused, Jensen returned his attention back to his own meal, too, wishing there was something he could say to fix this. His friend looked miserable suddenly, and he had a feeling that a lot of it was his fault.
Jensen paid for the food and for the gas, too, since Chris decided he needed to fill the tank to get them to Steve’s place without stopping again. They didn’t talk too much the rest of the way, which Jensen hated. He wanted everything to be okay and it didn’t look like it would be. Chris changed, though, once they got to the outskirts of the city. He brightened up and turned the radio down so they could check out the passing sights with a little more concentration.
“You know where you’re going?” Jensen asked, finally breaking their silence.
“Yeah. Steve gave me directions. You want to go straight there or do you want to check out the neighbourhood first?”
Jensen knew if they got to Steve’s now then they’d all be shit-faced by the time the show was due to start. And he really wanted to keep Chris sober and hopefully get him talking again, so he opted for exploring town.
Chris parked outside a huge mall complex that was still pretty packed out and they found that inside it was indeed busy with families and teenagers who all seemed to stare at Jensen as he went past.
“Dude, is my fly undone?” He asked, after a few minutes.
“I think it’s more to do with the tattoos and biker boots. Possibly the whole ‘beaten up’ look you got going on,” Chris replied, laughing as the realisation crossed Jensen’s face.
“Oh, yeah. I kind of forget, you know?”
“Plus all the girls are just checking you out anyway.”
“So they can’t tell just by looking that I’m not into girls?”
Chris narrowed his eyes in thought at that, then shook his head. “I guess you hide it pretty well.”
“Should I be?”
Chris came to a halt near the entrance of a clothing store and sighed. Jensen had had enough of this and turned to face his friend, a frown on his face.
“Okay, what? Obviously I’m not seeing something here, so just tell me.”
“It’ll fuck everything up,” Chris told him.
“No it won’t,” Jensen insisted. “Chris, we’ve been best buddies for years. Whatever’s going on with you, believe me. I can handle it.”
“I don’t know what’s going on with me, Jen. God, if I did that’d make shit so much easier. I never should’ve kissed you at New Year’s. I didn’t think it would be such a huge deal, but I guess it is.”
“No it isn’t.”
“To me, Jensen. To me it’s a huge deal. ‘Cause I keep thinking about doing it again and…” He fell silent, ran a hand through his hair. He was full of nervous energy, sweating, and Jensen felt like he’d just been punched in the gut. “Every time you thought I was kidding around. That morning in the garage? Jesus, that was beyond awkward for me. I feel like I have to keep pretending and I hate lying to you, Jen. I really hate it. But I don’t even know what this is. I mean, is there even a name for it? ‘Cause I feel like I still love Dani, I want to be with her, but I don’t want her talking about you and Jay all the time. It makes me jealous and then I don’t know who I’m even jealous of any more.”
“Chris-“
But he wasn’t finished. “I’m not going to make a move on you, okay? I swear to God I wouldn’t even consider it. You’ve been this insanely happy, confident version of who you used to be ever since you met Jared. And if I did anything to jeopardise you two, I’d never forgive myself. But I just have to make sure you know that I’ve got some stupid crush on you from out of fuckin’ nowhere and I don’t think it’s going away.”
Finally he stopped talking and looked up, at Jensen, waiting for him to say something. Truth was, Jensen had no idea what to say. He didn’t want to tell Chris that he’d crushed on him since he figured out he was into guys. It was a friend-crush, some kind of idolisation that he had going on, and he knew that.
“What do you want from me?” He asked, eventually, his voice just above a whisper.
“I don’t want you to do anything. I just want you to know how goddamned confused I am right now. I just want you to help me out, if you can. If you know how.”
“Okay. I promise.”
Chris nodded, looked away, then resumed walking. Jensen followed, fell into step beside him, his mind reeling with too many thoughts, all jumbled up like pieces of a jigsaw that wouldn’t fit together. He loved Jared, that was certain, though he loved Chris too. In different ways, sure, but it was still love.
“I’m sorry,” Chris said, as they reached the stairs to go down. “I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s gonna ruin the whole trip.”
“No, it’s not,” Jensen argued. “It’ll make it better. ‘Cause at least now I know what’s going on. And, come on dude, we’re going to see Steve tonight! Maybe even chill out and play with him, like before.”
“I guess…”
“Are you going to tell him?” Jensen asked.
“No, I don’t think so. I just have to work out what this is first.”
Jensen shrugged. “You’re just curious, is all. You see me and Jay together so much then of course you’re going to start thinking about what it’s like. Sets you thinking on if you’ll enjoy it or not. How do you think I found out?”
“You didn’t know any couples though.”
“No, maybe not, but I watched porn on my computer. Just like everyone else.”
“Maybe I should try that, huh? See if it turns me on.”
“And if it doesn’t then at least you know all you have to deal with is your crush on me.”
Chris laughed at that and Jensen felt a surge of relief. Already things were getting better.
They ate pretzels and drank coffee a little later, before starting out to Steve’s place. The apartment blocks didn’t look like much from the outside, but on the inside they seemed to be everything a young bachelor might want. It made Jensen think about what it’d be like for him and Jay to have their own place.
“Man, I gotta move out,” Chris said, echoing Jensen’s thoughts as they followed Steve to the kitchen for a beer. The other two band members were there too and they were soon heaped on the floor of the living room, drinking beer and talking shit. Steve didn’t ask what had happened to Jensen’s face, which he was grateful for. Explaining the whole Chuck thing just made him fear for Jared even more, and made him miss his boyfriend more desperately.
At around seven, Jensen excused himself to the room that he and Chris were bunking in so that he could call Jared before he set off for work. Stevie answered, and he told her that he and Chris were both fine before she went and fetched Jared for him.
“Hey, Jen. How was the trip?”
Jensen closed his eyes at the sound of Jared’s voice. “Awkward. I miss you.”
“Miss you, too. Awkward how?”
“Chris is thinking too much.”
There was a short silence, followed by a low chuckle. “Thought so.”
“You knew?”
“It’s kind of obvious. And he’s directing it all at you because he trusts you.”
“I’m not going to-“
“Never said you were. Or that you have to.”
“Good.”
“Even though that kiss at New Year’s was hot.”
“Jay.”
“What? I’m not allowed to get turned on watching two guys making out?”
“That’s what my computer is for, Jay. Sign into Youtube, for God’s sake. Thinking about you maybe getting off on this is too weird and, besides, it’s not going to happen.”
“You’d rather he go experiment with someone who doesn’t know him?”
“Why not? I did! Before you, I never even-“
“I know you didn’t. But you didn’t have any friends to show you what you were doing. Chris does.”
“Anyone would think you were encouraging me to cheat on you.”
“It’s not cheating if I know about it. Anyhow, enough about him. What are you wearing?”
“Same stuff I was wearing when we left, dumbass,” Jensen answered, not getting the change in topic.
“Oh yeah? Take off your shirt.”
Jensen coughed. “Dude, where are you?”
“I took the phone in the garage. Door’s locked. I’m all alone, naked and hard. And thinking about you.”
Jensen quickly looked around at the door. As if someone could hear every word Jared was saying and they were stood there even now, grinning in at him. He was alone. “I don’t know if I can do this,” he confessed.
“Sure you can. It’s just a little imagination. You alone?”
“Yeah.”
“Close your eyes then, and start touching yourself. Pretend it’s me, that I’m there with you.”
Jensen glanced at the door, thought about the likelihood of Chris barging in and finding him with his hands down his pants. “Uh… Hang on.” He went across the hall, Jared murmuring in his ear the whole time, and locked himself in the bathroom where he quickly shed his shirt and pants. “Okay. I’m down to my shorts. What now?”
“Just do what I’m doing. Stroke your dick. Imagine it’s my hand. I want to hear you come.”
Jensen didn’t think everyone else in the apartment wanted to hear it, but Jared’s voice was doing things to him and he couldn’t help himself. He bit out a low moan and his eyes snapped up to the door as if he expected someone to start pounding on it any moment.
“Come on, Jen. Stop worrying about it and let go.”
“Jesus,” Jensen said, his tone joking. “Grab my dick, let go, which do you want me to do?”
Jared didn’t laugh. “Fuck, I’m so hard for you right now it ain’t even funny. Wish I was buried balls-deep in your ass right now. You want that too, Jen?”
Jensen groaned, louder this time, his face going hot at the sound of Jared’s words. Without realising it, he increased the pace of his strokes.
“Want you so fucking much. Wish you were right here with me, so you could see…” Jared’s breathing got heavier, shallower, and Jensen struggled to keep a hold on his phone when a long, low moan hummed into his ear. “I’ve got my thumb right where I want your tongue to be, Jen, and I’m imagining the taste of you… God, the taste of you after you’ve sucked me off, made me come with that beautiful, hot mouth of yours…”
With a startled cry, Jensen came, shooting over his fist and onto his bare stomach. Jared’s laugh was wicked, delicious.
“Oh, yeah, that’s the sound. That’s what I wanted… Fuck…”
Jensen blinked to try and clear his vision and his hearing, not really listening to Jared’s drawn-out moan or his gasping straight after he came himself.
When Jared spoke again, after several minutes of catching his breath, he sounded hoarse. Satisfied. “Feelin’ better?” He asked.
“Yeah,” Jensen replied, shakily. “You?”
“I gotta go shower before work. Again.”
“Hey, it was your idea. Not mine.”
Jared had to agree with that. He told Jensen that he had a few ideas for his return the next day, too, and that he’d see him then. He told him also to enjoy the show and to quit worrying about the whole Chris situation so much.
“I will, Jay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Jensen ended the call and then carefully got to his feet to clean up. He was almost dressed again, his shirt hanging open, when his phone buzzed with a message. The words nearly made him choke. It was from Jared and it just said, ‘GOT THE WHOLE THING ON VIDEO SO YOU CAN SEE WHAT YOU DID TO ME WHEN YOU GET BACK’. He must have been waiting for the call, Jensen thought.
He went out to the spare room again and found Chris was in there now, digging through his duffel for the shirt he’d brought along for the show. Jensen tried not to think about Jared’s words as his gaze swept along the smooth, tanned curve of Chris’s back. This whole deal was so unfair, he thought.
“Hey, you showered?”
“Figured I’d let you go in first,” Jensen replied.
“You okay?” Chris asked, turning fully and taking a good look at him.
“I’m fine. Go get ready, before Steve starts nagging at the both of us.”
He watched Chris go and then sat heavily on his bed, his head in his hands. He was so screwed.
They were soon both ready, waiting for Steve to shower while the rest of the band made their way to the venue. Steve would go in Chris’s truck with him and Jensen, to show them the way and to catch up on anything else that he’d missed. Chris had dressed in ripped blue jeans and a short-sleeved black shirt with popper buttons and a silver tattoo design printed on the bottom edge. He looked good. Jensen tried hard not to concentrate on that fact. He was starting to wish that he’d never forced Chris to tell him what was wrong. He especially wished that he’d never mentioned it to Jared. Because getting permission from your boyfriend to take something if you wanted to was just dirty and wrong.
Jared had had a point, though. If Chris really was so confused about this, maybe it was better that he work it through with someone he knew and trusted than with a complete stranger.
He was kind of disappointed that Jared hadn’t been more possessive, though, but not as surprised as he might have been. Either Jared really got off on the idea of Chris and Jensen so much that he didn’t care, or he was so confident that Jensen loved him enough to not go any further with the cheating, that he thought it didn’t matter. The other possibility wasn’t one that Jensen thought applied.
“You’re lookin’ at me like you’re tryin’ to put a hole in me. With your mind.”
Jensen focused, smiled at Chris apologetically. “Sorry, man. I was thinking.”
“Not about…” Chris sighed. “Seriously, man, forget about it. It’s out there, we both know, so just forget about it. Stop worrying.”
“I’m not worried,” Jensen said, honestly. “Just really fuckin’ confused.” He rubbed his temples, shook his head. “Ugh. Ignore me. I’m just being a dick about it. Let’s just… You know…”
“Pretend it never happened?” Chris finished.
“That’s not what I was going to say.”
“It’s what I’m saying. We’ll enjoy the show and tomorrow I’ll call Dani and tell her I’m an idiot. Okay?”
Feeling miserable again, Jensen didn’t answer. Because he realised that that wasn’t what he wanted at all.
The show was impressive. Steve managed to get Chris out with him for a couple of songs, playing the guitar just like he’d been born to. Jensen sang along from the sidelines, enjoying himself without a care. It was a damned good night and, even though he still wished Jared could be here, he was gladder than ever that he’d agreed to come.
As the after-show drinks wound down, though, he found himself tiring. It was only one, but he had done plenty of travelling with Chris earlier and he was bushed. Steve looked happy to go for several more hours, though, so he gave Jensen his apartment key and told him to head back if he wanted.
“What about you?”
“I’ll be back sooner or later. Count on later,” he added, winking as the small brunette he’d been talking to for the last hour tugged on his arm.
Which meant going back alone with Chris. Being alone with Chris. Which Jensen was growing ever more certain was going to lead to something. Chris drove them back, looking thankful to be leaving the party. He hadn’t been drinking all night, but he was just as tired as Jensen which meant that he didn’t really want to.
They got inside and Jensen locked up behind them, while Chris leant against the wall and pulled off each of his boots in turn.
“You want another drink?” Jensen asked, fiddling with the key in his hands.
“This is gonna make me sound like an old man, but do you think he’s got any tea anywhere? I could seriously go for some tea.”
“I’ll take a look. Get ready for bed, man, you look like you’re about to drop.”
Chris nodded sleepily in agreement and headed for the spare room. By the time Jensen got there, with two steaming mugs of tea, Chris was already under the covers of his bed. The quilt was pulled up to his waist and Jensen tried not to stare at the warm skin that was on show above it. Apparently he didn’t do a great job of that as Chris frowned at him and said his name.
“Yeah?”
“What the hell’s going on here?”
“You really want me to tell you? Or should I just show you?”
Chris searched Jensen’s eyes for a moment or two. “Tell me,” he said, not looking away.
“Jay said… God, this is so fucked up. He-“
“He said it was okay, didn’t he?” Chris interrupted. “Your boyfriend is all kinds of fucked up, Jen, or didn’t you notice that yet?”
“He’s not, not really. He made a lot of sense. Said that it wasn’t cheating on him if he knew. He said it would help you out if you, I don’t know, experimented with someone you trust.”
Chris’s eyes narrowed. “Did he really say that, or is that just a ploy to get into my pants?”
“Chris, no.” Jensen sighed, sitting on the edge of his bed and setting the mug on the floor between his feet. “I’m not… I don’t want to give you something that you don’t want from me.”
“I don’t know what I want,” Chris said.
Jensen got up, moved across the bedroom to where he lay. He took the mug of tea out of Chris’s hands and put it on the nightstand by his bed.
“Okay, what’re you doing?”
“Something you’ve been wanting me to do since New Year’s,” Jensen told him. He rested a hand on Chris’s shoulder, gentle, and settled down in the space between his hip and the edge of the mattress. Chris started to protest as Jensen leaned over him, but once their mouths touched he shut up completely. Chris parted his lips, his eyes closing, and Jensen took full advantage. It was different from kissing Jared, he thought. Not in the simple ways, but in the ways that he had gotten used to.
He knew it was because Chris was only used to kissing Dani that he was being more careful than Jared ever was. He was keeping it soft and Jensen felt a need to show him that it didn’t matter. This was what Chris wanted, after all. To see what the difference was with a guy. So Jensen pulled back a little, biting his teeth down on Chris’s bottom lip and tugging on it until he heard the other man moan.
He took control, fingertips gripping the muscles of Chris’s arms tightly, almost painfully, as he kissed him. He allowed himself to be brutal, bruising Chris’s mouth with his tongue and his teeth. This was more like what kissing Jared was like when they both really went for it. There were differences, still, but no longer in the kiss itself. Just in the way Jensen felt while he kissed. He fisted his hand in Chris’s hair, getting a good grip, and forced his head back. Pressed a biting kiss to Chris’s chin and watched his eyes as he pulled away.
His friend’s pupils were wide, his face flushed red with heat. He was breathing harshly and there was sweat beading all along his brow. Jensen let go of his hair to run his thumb over the dampness and Chris closed his eyes at the touch. He let out a shaky breath before he opened them again, and Jensen took that as a good cue to sit back.
There was a long silence before Chris met his eyes full on and said, quietly, “Wow.”
“So does this mean I’m going to have Dani hunting me down after we get back?”
Chris tried to laugh, almost made it. “Maybe with a camera. Maybe begging you to do that again.”
“Her or you?”
In answer, Chris reached around the back of Jensen’s neck and ran his thumb over the scruff of hair at his nape. Then he pressed down, making Jensen lean down again, and opened his mouth for another kiss.
Before he realised he was doing it, Jensen was pushing the covers down around Chris’s waist. He palmed the hard ridge of Chris’s dick, rubbing the cotton of his boxers in a steady motion. He half expected Chris to punch him out, ask him what the fuck he was doing, but he didn’t. He just shifted his ass, opened his legs, and moaned into Jensen’s mouth. Just as well, he thought. Because if he had asked just what the fuck he was doing, Jensen wasn’t sure he would have had an answer. Now he had an invitation and he took advantage of it, moving his fingers down to squeeze Chris’s thigh and then sliding them into one loose leg of his shorts to gently stroke the hot flesh underneath. Chris just about choked on his tongue and pulled away from their kiss to catch his breath.
“You want me to?” Jensen whispered, and Chris nodded like there was no question about it. And Jensen hesitated, because this was definitely no-turning-back territory. A hand job was a huge step up and if he got really carried away then… Well, then, he thought, this whole thing was really fucked. The feel of a hot tongue and teeth nipping at his jaw reminded him that he’d stopped and the next thing he knew, Chris was pushing himself up from the bed so he could push his shorts down his legs.
“You’re not going to judge me on the size of my dick, are you?” Chris asked. He was trying to joke around, but Jensen could feel that he was tense as hell and scared, too. He pressed a warm hand to the other man’s ribs, stroking back and forth in what he hoped was a calming manner.
“Of course not, idiot,” he said, his voice soft. “So does Dani ever go down on you?”
Chris’s breath hitched at the question. He bit his lip and shook his head. “No. Once. It was… Yeah. Not a great success.”
“Do you want me to try it?”
“Fuck.” His eyes went wide and he stared at Jensen’s hand on his belly. “If… God. Yes.”
Jensen wondered if this was overstepping the bounds of what Jared had meant, but he couldn’t help himself now. He had a feeling that, had Jared been there, he would have been getting plenty of encouragement from his boyfriend to do this. The thought made his dick stir again. He ignored it, moving his hand down Chris’s stomach, scratching his short nails through dark hairs, and then taking a firm grip of his friend’s cock. He stroked up a couple of times, enjoying the fact that this whole deal was making him feel like he was actually good at this, and then he bent his head to suck at Chris’s nipple, kiss a slow, wet trail down his abs.
“Jesus…” Chris said, his voice shaking, when Jensen’s mouth finally slipped over the head of his cock. He wasn’t as big as Jared, which was definitely a good thing in Jensen’s eyes. Jensen had tried to get the whole of Jared’s dick in his mouth once and had about passed out before Jared told him to stop being an idiot and just get him off already. With Chris, he managed it. He breathed through his nose when he felt the head touch the back of his throat and Chris let go a gritty keening noise.
Jensen closed his eyes, focusing his concentration on what he was doing. His nails pressed into Chris’s thighs as he held him down and sucked at his dick. When Chris lost it, really lost it, and started fucking up into his mouth, he changed position quickly and used his tongue to stop Chris from choking him.
Apparently that was too much as Chris shouted out and Jensen drew back enough to swallow as Chris came. He hummed around his dick as he licked him clean, feeling the tremors across his skin underneath his fingertips. Chris’s stomach was heaving as he tried to breathe and Jensen released him, kissing his stomach and licking his lips. He moved onto his side and shifted position until he was laid out next to Chris, staring at the ceiling as they both calmed down.
“You okay?” He asked, eventually, needing to break the silence and wanting Chris to say something.
“Yeah, I… Do you want me to, uh-“
“You don’t have to. Seriously, Chris, I’m good.”
They were quiet again after that and it didn’t take long before Chris’s breathing evened out and the sound of it lulled Jensen to sleep as well.
Jensen woke to the sound of Steve’s phone ringing. He’d fallen asleep with Chris, both crammed into one bed, and the other man woke up as soon as Jensen started to move. Chris let him go and he hurried through the apartment to answer the phone. It was Steve.
“You guys okay there for another couple hours before you go?”
“Yeah,” Jensen assured him. “We’re good. Take it you stayed over with the cute chick from last night?”
He could hear the smug grin in Steve’s voice when he answered. “Sure did. She’s just in the shower now so I figure I’ll surprise her for another round, grab some breakfast and then be home to see you guys off. Shame Chris didn’t join me. She’s got a really hot friend.”
“More for you, Steve, huh?”
“Hey, I’m not a slut! So, you two okay?”
“Uh, yeah. Why d’you ask?”
Steve laughed, confused. “Just making sure you slept all right, that’s all. Why, did something happen?”
“No,” Jensen said, quickly. “We just crashed out. You just woke me up, actually.”
“Sorry man. Look, I’ll be back in an hour, hour and a half maybe. I’ll see you before you go.”
“You kind of need to, since we still have your keys.”
“No problem. See you soon.”
Jensen hung up and went straight to the bathroom, desperate for a piss now. Chris came in while he was setting the temperature for his shower and shaved at the sink while Jensen got clean. There was nothing weird or awkward about it, which honestly surprised Jensen. He had thought there might be more avoidance than this. But, if anything, the experience of getting his best friend off, of helping him realise that yes, okay, maybe he didn’t mind making out with guys as well as girls, had actually strengthened their bond. Somehow. Like how it wasn’t embarrassing to be naked and wet in the same room. Or how it wasn’t embarrassing to realise that his friend actually had a fucking nice body and he’d gotten a taste of it.
He wondered if Chris would tell Dani about this. He doubted it. He knew for sure that he wouldn’t get away with not telling Jared.
Chris took over the shower while Jensen dressed and got the coffee going, and by the time he was dried and dressed himself Jensen had packed all their stuff away and thrown their sheets in the washer. He thanked Jensen for the coffee and leaned against the kitchen counter to drink it, watching Jensen over the rim of his mug.
“What?”
“Just thinkin’ what a lucky son-of-a-bitch Jared is,” Chris said, smiling.
“We still gotta get my ego back home so you can stop any time,” Jensen warned him, returning the smile with a slightly amused one of his own.
“I need to find a man with a mouth like yours is all.”
“Hey, I was shit at blowjobs until I started getting the practice in. That’s all you need.”
“I guess so. You should start a master class or something.”
Jensen laughed, smacked his friend’s arm as he leaned on the counter beside him. “You wouldn’t be saying that if you’d ever had Jared suck you off,” he informed him. “That guy could suck moss off a boulder.”
“I bet. Your boyfriend’s kind of a perv.”
“Kind of,” Jensen agreed, nodding.
“Hey, Jen?”
He didn’t need telling that Chris was about to ask something he really wasn’t sure about. It was in the tone of his voice and Jensen knew him well enough by now to sense such a thing. He turned to put his mug down on the counter beside him and then looked up.
“What?”
“I was thinking.”
“About what?” He knew he sounded edgy, but he was, and he wasn’t going to hide it.
“Last night. It was unbelievably fucking good, but it didn’t really… You know.”
“Didn’t really what?”
“You took care of everything. So I don’t know.” He stopped, like he was halfway through saying something else, and then he turned slightly and leaned across and covered Jensen’s mouth with his own. He kept the kiss light until he felt Jensen respond, and then his hand came up to hold Jensen’s jaw and he put his own mug down beside them so he could use his other hand to tease through wet hair. He kissed him, slow and wet, tasting of coffee and warmth.
Jensen didn’t realise that Chris’s hand was moving until he felt it tugging at the buckle of his belt. He ducked out of the kiss then, looking down.
“What’re you doing?”
“What does it look like? C’mon, I’m not going to know if I can do this to a guy if I can’t do it to you.”
Jensen briefly wondered if this would be the point where things would start to go wrong, but then Chris had his belt undone, and his fly unzipped, and his hand was wrapped around Jensen’s dick, squeezing. At least, he thought, Chris wasn’t down on his knees and offering to blow him. He didn’t think his brain could have handled that.
Chris didn’t seem to even be considering it. He went back to kissing Jensen while he stroked his dick to hardness and he used his thumb the way Jensen had used his tongue last night. He wasn’t sure if it was because of who was doing it, or where they were stood, or just because of the fact he hadn’t gotten himself off last night and he needed this, badly, but Jensen could feel his knees weaken after only five minutes or so. He reached one hand back, grasping onto the edge of the counter, and gasped into Chris’s mouth as he felt it starting. Blood rushed in his ears, sounding loud, and he felt himself tighten up for an instant. Then everything was opened up and he tore his mouth from Chris’s, leaning his head on his friend’s shoulder and breathing out hard against his neck as he came.
He shuddered back against the countertop, feeling it dig into his ass. Chris stopped moving his hand, but held it there, and Jensen had to tell him to move it because he couldn’t stand the pressure of it.
“Was that-“
“Just. Shut up.” Jensen hissed into Chris’s skin, then lifted his head slowly, sleepily, his dry mouth dragging over the other man’s throat. “Yeah,” he said, blinking. “It was.”
Chris gave him a look that might have said, ‘ha, I’m so fucking awesome’, and then reached around him for the kitchen towel that was draped across the counter. He wiped his hand off and passed the cloth to Jensen so he could clean himself up.
Jensen fastened his jeans again, willing himself to calm down, and found himself smiling like he’d just heard the world’s greatest secret.
“What?” Chris asked, puzzled and trying not to laugh.
“Did that satisfy your curiosity?” He asked.
“I think so.”
“And you came to some kind of decision?”
Chris did laugh this time. “Yeah. I reckon I did, too.”
“Good. And… You know. Thanks.”
They ate some breakfast and Steve arrived as Jensen was using what he’d found in the refrigerator to make sandwiches for him and Chris to take on their trip back home. He threw an arm around Jensen’s shoulders and pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek, laughing when Jensen pushed him away and told him he was a pervert.
“I had a good night. Just sharing in the happiness.”
“Sure, sure. We had a good time too, Steve. Thanks for having us.”
“Hey, you guys are welcome any time, you know that. And Jared too. Chris keeps going on about how cool the guy is. Sure would be nice to see him sometime.”
“Maybe in a few weeks. Sure he’ll get a Saturday night off soon.”
“That’d be good. So, you guys are off now?”
“We are. Chris is just checking we didn’t leave anything behind.”
As if on cue, Chris reappeared and shared a hug with Steve while Jensen wrapped the sandwiches and found a bag to put them in.
“Guess we’d better get going,” he said, when Steve let him go.
“Guess you better had. I’ll see you again soon, I hope. I mean it.”
Jensen nodded, already looking forward to their next trip here, and then they were heading for the door, shouldering bags and exchanging insults with Steve all the way down to the truck.
“Are you going to tell Jay?” Chris asked, about an hour down the road.
Jensen shrugged. “I probably won’t need to. He seems to guess everything about me that he doesn’t already know.”
Chris gazed out at the road ahead in silence for a minute or two, chewing on his bottom lip. “You think he’ll be pissed about it?”
“No.” Jensen felt that answer was the truth, too. After what Jay had said to him, he was sure that this wasn’t going to be an issue. Especially since he had no intention of ever repeating it. Well. Maybe the kissing, but definitely not the whole hand-on-his-dick thing. And, oh fuck, he was getting kind of hard just thinking about it again.
“I hope not.”
“What about you and Dani?”
Chris choked out a laugh. “Yeah. I really don’t know. I love that girl, I know it, but if she finds out about this then I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“If she finds out about it, then it won’t be from me,” Jensen promised.
“Thanks. I… Thank you.”
They were nearing their halfway stop when Jensen’s phone started ringing. Chris turned the radio down as he answered, and Jensen smiled in gratitude while he flipped the phone open.
“Hello?”
“Jensen, are you and Chris on your way back?”
Something in the tone of Jeff’s voice had him alert in an instant. “Yes. Yeah, we’ve got about two and a half hours left to go. Is everything okay?”
Now Chris looked worried and Jensen thought he pressed down on the gas that little bit harder.
“Get back here as soon as you can, both of you.”
“What’s happened?” Jensen asked, frantic.
“I’m not talking about this over the phone with you, Jensen.” Jeff’s voice was sharp and Jensen knew then that whatever it was, it was bad. “Just get Chris to bring you straight home.”
Jeff hung up before Jensen could say anything else and as Chris asked what was going on, his voice seeming distant, he couldn’t escape the feeling that his world was about to fall out from under him.
--TBC--
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (41/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki. (Jensen Ackles / Chris Kane)
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 7,257
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.
Note from Evil: Oh, man. I think you guys are going to hate us.
if you haven't read the chapter posted yesterday yet, please go read that one first!
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
“What the fuck happened?”
The question was directed at Jensen as he headed into the kitchen, a hand to his head. Chris was right behind him, with Jared following. Jeffrey watched their progress from his place on the couch, while Stevie reached for the remote and turned off the TV.
“Chuck happened,” Jared muttered, now in the kitchen and pulling down a box of bandages and bottles from atop the refrigerator.
“Get yourself back in here,” Jeffrey snapped. “And tell me what the hell that’s supposed to mean.”
Jared shook his head, but obeyed. He stood opposite Jeff, the dark bruises itching and sore on his face. His shirt was sticky in places and he felt uncomfortable under Jeff’s glare. “Chuck jumped Chris and Jen when they left the bar tonight. So I stepped in.”
“And I guess you had nothing to do with why Chuck felt the need to-“
“The man was being an asshole, Jeff. I wasn’t just going to stand there and take it. You taught me to stand up for myself and that’s what I did. That’s what Jensen did too. You want to tell me that was wrong?”
Jeff looked for a moment like he was about to try and get up, but he ended up shaking his head and turning his gaze on Jensen. “You boys have got to stop getting yourselves in trouble like this,” he said.
“I know,” Jensen mumbled.
“You won’t always have friends there to help you out. Since I’m guessing Rock broke the fight up, huh?”
“Yeah,” Jared answered. “Don’t worry, he barred Chuck. Which means I shouldn’t see that prick in there again.”
“Men like Chuck don’t let being barred from someplace stop them. Watch your back, Jay.”
Sensing that Jeff was done with the reprimand, Stevie got up from the couch and took the box from Jared’s hands.
“Come on, guys. Let’s fix you both up.”
Jared was back at work the following night, and he told Jensen to stay at home and recover. Jensen didn’t want to, not really, since his planned trip with Chris over to Steve’s new place was to go ahead the next day, Saturday. He wanted to spend as much time with Jared before he went, but the man was insistent and he didn’t have much choice than to give in.
He spent the whole evening worrying, sending texts to Jared’s phone and having his heart jump in relief every time he got a message back. Eventually, at around midnight, Jared called him and told him to stop.
“I can’t help it. I keep thinking about last night-“
“Jen, honestly, I’m fine. Chuck ain’t been in and everyone’s been giving me huge tips because they’ve seen what he did to my face. Rock’s looking after me, so you don’t need to sit there worrying.”
“I just wish I was there. I don’t like being away from you.”
“You’re away from me tomorrow night,” Jared pointed out.
“I know. I know I am and I’m not going to enjoy it one bit.”
“Yeah you are,” the other man argued. “You’re going to see one of your old buddies with your very best buddy and you’re probably going to get to sing and you’re definitely going to get offers from a few groupies… Try telling me you didn’t enjoy it when you get back and you’ll be lying.”
“Well, true, I guess, but that’s what makes tomorrow night different. At least I’ll have something to distract me.”
“Call me if you need to. I get breaks. I’m sure we can work something out.” His voice had dropped to a suggestive and seductive level, making something hot stir in Jensen’s belly.
“I may just take you up on that,” he told him, his own voice slightly scratchy with need.
“And wait up for me tonight. In case I don’t get to say a proper goodbye in the morning.”
Jensen had almost forgotten how much fun it was to be in Chris’s truck for longer than it took to get to school. The last long trip they had done had been a three-hour trek to watch Dani in some cheer-leading competition. This was different. This was just him and Chris and a whole lot of new things that had happened to them. Jensen felt ten years older than that kid from last summer - before the gas station, before Jared and Jeffrey, before everything that he’d been missing in his life.
Chris had a stash of jelly beans on the dashboard and a cooler with bottles of water and plenty of beer (for when they reached Steve’s place) sat between their feet. He had a rock station on the radio and they were both singing along to every song that played, whether they remembered all the lyrics or not. Jensen had his feet up on the dash and drummed his fingers on his thighs in time with the music.
“You think Jared’s enjoying his peace and quiet?” Jensen asked, smiling across at Chris.
“I think he’s probably missing you like hell. He’ll probably call you soon so you guys can have phone sex.”
“Huh. Think that’d be kind of awkward this end. How the hell do you have phone sex anyway?”
Chris smirked. “Well, you take your phone, you put it on vibrate, then you-“
“Forget it! I know where this is going!”
“Up your ass,” Chris finished, laughing wickedly when Jensen reached across and cuffed his arm.
“Lame.”
“Do you want to stop for something to eat?” Chris asked, as they passed a sign for a roadside diner a few miles ahead.
“Sounds like a plan,” Jensen replied. He’d missed lunch since they’d set off mid-morning and he was getting kind of hungry.
He’d avoided asking until now, but since they were both sat down and it was finally quiet, no music blaring out anywhere, Jensen figured it was a good time.
“How come Dani didn’t want to come?” Chris’s smile dropped and he looked down at his plate and Jensen wished right then that he’d kept his mouth shut. “Did something happen between you guys that I missed?”
“You didn’t miss it,” Chris said, looking him in the eye again. “I just… Since New Year’s she’s been kind of weird.”
Jensen swallowed. “Weird how?”
“I’m not sure I oughta tell you.”
“Why not?”
“’Cause it’s… Look, she’s been kind of obsessing over Jared. And, well, you, but more Jared. And you two together is all she talks about any more.”
“Shit. I’m sorry.”
“You got nothing to say sorry for. And neither does Jared. Ain’t your fault. Maybe it’s mine for not being good enough for her. Or for telling her…” Chris trailed off and shook his head. “You know what? Never mind. The end result of it is that we’re just taking a break from one another, sorting things through. Hopefully she’ll realise that she needs to stick to straight men. Single men.”
“And what about you?”
“What about me?”
“What is it that you need to work out?”
“I thought that was kind of obvious,” Chris muttered, before taking a big bite out of his burger so he wouldn’t have to talk any more.
Confused, Jensen returned his attention back to his own meal, too, wishing there was something he could say to fix this. His friend looked miserable suddenly, and he had a feeling that a lot of it was his fault.
Jensen paid for the food and for the gas, too, since Chris decided he needed to fill the tank to get them to Steve’s place without stopping again. They didn’t talk too much the rest of the way, which Jensen hated. He wanted everything to be okay and it didn’t look like it would be. Chris changed, though, once they got to the outskirts of the city. He brightened up and turned the radio down so they could check out the passing sights with a little more concentration.
“You know where you’re going?” Jensen asked, finally breaking their silence.
“Yeah. Steve gave me directions. You want to go straight there or do you want to check out the neighbourhood first?”
Jensen knew if they got to Steve’s now then they’d all be shit-faced by the time the show was due to start. And he really wanted to keep Chris sober and hopefully get him talking again, so he opted for exploring town.
Chris parked outside a huge mall complex that was still pretty packed out and they found that inside it was indeed busy with families and teenagers who all seemed to stare at Jensen as he went past.
“Dude, is my fly undone?” He asked, after a few minutes.
“I think it’s more to do with the tattoos and biker boots. Possibly the whole ‘beaten up’ look you got going on,” Chris replied, laughing as the realisation crossed Jensen’s face.
“Oh, yeah. I kind of forget, you know?”
“Plus all the girls are just checking you out anyway.”
“So they can’t tell just by looking that I’m not into girls?”
Chris narrowed his eyes in thought at that, then shook his head. “I guess you hide it pretty well.”
“Should I be?”
Chris came to a halt near the entrance of a clothing store and sighed. Jensen had had enough of this and turned to face his friend, a frown on his face.
“Okay, what? Obviously I’m not seeing something here, so just tell me.”
“It’ll fuck everything up,” Chris told him.
“No it won’t,” Jensen insisted. “Chris, we’ve been best buddies for years. Whatever’s going on with you, believe me. I can handle it.”
“I don’t know what’s going on with me, Jen. God, if I did that’d make shit so much easier. I never should’ve kissed you at New Year’s. I didn’t think it would be such a huge deal, but I guess it is.”
“No it isn’t.”
“To me, Jensen. To me it’s a huge deal. ‘Cause I keep thinking about doing it again and…” He fell silent, ran a hand through his hair. He was full of nervous energy, sweating, and Jensen felt like he’d just been punched in the gut. “Every time you thought I was kidding around. That morning in the garage? Jesus, that was beyond awkward for me. I feel like I have to keep pretending and I hate lying to you, Jen. I really hate it. But I don’t even know what this is. I mean, is there even a name for it? ‘Cause I feel like I still love Dani, I want to be with her, but I don’t want her talking about you and Jay all the time. It makes me jealous and then I don’t know who I’m even jealous of any more.”
“Chris-“
But he wasn’t finished. “I’m not going to make a move on you, okay? I swear to God I wouldn’t even consider it. You’ve been this insanely happy, confident version of who you used to be ever since you met Jared. And if I did anything to jeopardise you two, I’d never forgive myself. But I just have to make sure you know that I’ve got some stupid crush on you from out of fuckin’ nowhere and I don’t think it’s going away.”
Finally he stopped talking and looked up, at Jensen, waiting for him to say something. Truth was, Jensen had no idea what to say. He didn’t want to tell Chris that he’d crushed on him since he figured out he was into guys. It was a friend-crush, some kind of idolisation that he had going on, and he knew that.
“What do you want from me?” He asked, eventually, his voice just above a whisper.
“I don’t want you to do anything. I just want you to know how goddamned confused I am right now. I just want you to help me out, if you can. If you know how.”
“Okay. I promise.”
Chris nodded, looked away, then resumed walking. Jensen followed, fell into step beside him, his mind reeling with too many thoughts, all jumbled up like pieces of a jigsaw that wouldn’t fit together. He loved Jared, that was certain, though he loved Chris too. In different ways, sure, but it was still love.
“I’m sorry,” Chris said, as they reached the stairs to go down. “I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s gonna ruin the whole trip.”
“No, it’s not,” Jensen argued. “It’ll make it better. ‘Cause at least now I know what’s going on. And, come on dude, we’re going to see Steve tonight! Maybe even chill out and play with him, like before.”
“I guess…”
“Are you going to tell him?” Jensen asked.
“No, I don’t think so. I just have to work out what this is first.”
Jensen shrugged. “You’re just curious, is all. You see me and Jay together so much then of course you’re going to start thinking about what it’s like. Sets you thinking on if you’ll enjoy it or not. How do you think I found out?”
“You didn’t know any couples though.”
“No, maybe not, but I watched porn on my computer. Just like everyone else.”
“Maybe I should try that, huh? See if it turns me on.”
“And if it doesn’t then at least you know all you have to deal with is your crush on me.”
Chris laughed at that and Jensen felt a surge of relief. Already things were getting better.
They ate pretzels and drank coffee a little later, before starting out to Steve’s place. The apartment blocks didn’t look like much from the outside, but on the inside they seemed to be everything a young bachelor might want. It made Jensen think about what it’d be like for him and Jay to have their own place.
“Man, I gotta move out,” Chris said, echoing Jensen’s thoughts as they followed Steve to the kitchen for a beer. The other two band members were there too and they were soon heaped on the floor of the living room, drinking beer and talking shit. Steve didn’t ask what had happened to Jensen’s face, which he was grateful for. Explaining the whole Chuck thing just made him fear for Jared even more, and made him miss his boyfriend more desperately.
At around seven, Jensen excused himself to the room that he and Chris were bunking in so that he could call Jared before he set off for work. Stevie answered, and he told her that he and Chris were both fine before she went and fetched Jared for him.
“Hey, Jen. How was the trip?”
Jensen closed his eyes at the sound of Jared’s voice. “Awkward. I miss you.”
“Miss you, too. Awkward how?”
“Chris is thinking too much.”
There was a short silence, followed by a low chuckle. “Thought so.”
“You knew?”
“It’s kind of obvious. And he’s directing it all at you because he trusts you.”
“I’m not going to-“
“Never said you were. Or that you have to.”
“Good.”
“Even though that kiss at New Year’s was hot.”
“Jay.”
“What? I’m not allowed to get turned on watching two guys making out?”
“That’s what my computer is for, Jay. Sign into Youtube, for God’s sake. Thinking about you maybe getting off on this is too weird and, besides, it’s not going to happen.”
“You’d rather he go experiment with someone who doesn’t know him?”
“Why not? I did! Before you, I never even-“
“I know you didn’t. But you didn’t have any friends to show you what you were doing. Chris does.”
“Anyone would think you were encouraging me to cheat on you.”
“It’s not cheating if I know about it. Anyhow, enough about him. What are you wearing?”
“Same stuff I was wearing when we left, dumbass,” Jensen answered, not getting the change in topic.
“Oh yeah? Take off your shirt.”
Jensen coughed. “Dude, where are you?”
“I took the phone in the garage. Door’s locked. I’m all alone, naked and hard. And thinking about you.”
Jensen quickly looked around at the door. As if someone could hear every word Jared was saying and they were stood there even now, grinning in at him. He was alone. “I don’t know if I can do this,” he confessed.
“Sure you can. It’s just a little imagination. You alone?”
“Yeah.”
“Close your eyes then, and start touching yourself. Pretend it’s me, that I’m there with you.”
Jensen glanced at the door, thought about the likelihood of Chris barging in and finding him with his hands down his pants. “Uh… Hang on.” He went across the hall, Jared murmuring in his ear the whole time, and locked himself in the bathroom where he quickly shed his shirt and pants. “Okay. I’m down to my shorts. What now?”
“Just do what I’m doing. Stroke your dick. Imagine it’s my hand. I want to hear you come.”
Jensen didn’t think everyone else in the apartment wanted to hear it, but Jared’s voice was doing things to him and he couldn’t help himself. He bit out a low moan and his eyes snapped up to the door as if he expected someone to start pounding on it any moment.
“Come on, Jen. Stop worrying about it and let go.”
“Jesus,” Jensen said, his tone joking. “Grab my dick, let go, which do you want me to do?”
Jared didn’t laugh. “Fuck, I’m so hard for you right now it ain’t even funny. Wish I was buried balls-deep in your ass right now. You want that too, Jen?”
Jensen groaned, louder this time, his face going hot at the sound of Jared’s words. Without realising it, he increased the pace of his strokes.
“Want you so fucking much. Wish you were right here with me, so you could see…” Jared’s breathing got heavier, shallower, and Jensen struggled to keep a hold on his phone when a long, low moan hummed into his ear. “I’ve got my thumb right where I want your tongue to be, Jen, and I’m imagining the taste of you… God, the taste of you after you’ve sucked me off, made me come with that beautiful, hot mouth of yours…”
With a startled cry, Jensen came, shooting over his fist and onto his bare stomach. Jared’s laugh was wicked, delicious.
“Oh, yeah, that’s the sound. That’s what I wanted… Fuck…”
Jensen blinked to try and clear his vision and his hearing, not really listening to Jared’s drawn-out moan or his gasping straight after he came himself.
When Jared spoke again, after several minutes of catching his breath, he sounded hoarse. Satisfied. “Feelin’ better?” He asked.
“Yeah,” Jensen replied, shakily. “You?”
“I gotta go shower before work. Again.”
“Hey, it was your idea. Not mine.”
Jared had to agree with that. He told Jensen that he had a few ideas for his return the next day, too, and that he’d see him then. He told him also to enjoy the show and to quit worrying about the whole Chris situation so much.
“I will, Jay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Jensen ended the call and then carefully got to his feet to clean up. He was almost dressed again, his shirt hanging open, when his phone buzzed with a message. The words nearly made him choke. It was from Jared and it just said, ‘GOT THE WHOLE THING ON VIDEO SO YOU CAN SEE WHAT YOU DID TO ME WHEN YOU GET BACK’. He must have been waiting for the call, Jensen thought.
He went out to the spare room again and found Chris was in there now, digging through his duffel for the shirt he’d brought along for the show. Jensen tried not to think about Jared’s words as his gaze swept along the smooth, tanned curve of Chris’s back. This whole deal was so unfair, he thought.
“Hey, you showered?”
“Figured I’d let you go in first,” Jensen replied.
“You okay?” Chris asked, turning fully and taking a good look at him.
“I’m fine. Go get ready, before Steve starts nagging at the both of us.”
He watched Chris go and then sat heavily on his bed, his head in his hands. He was so screwed.
They were soon both ready, waiting for Steve to shower while the rest of the band made their way to the venue. Steve would go in Chris’s truck with him and Jensen, to show them the way and to catch up on anything else that he’d missed. Chris had dressed in ripped blue jeans and a short-sleeved black shirt with popper buttons and a silver tattoo design printed on the bottom edge. He looked good. Jensen tried hard not to concentrate on that fact. He was starting to wish that he’d never forced Chris to tell him what was wrong. He especially wished that he’d never mentioned it to Jared. Because getting permission from your boyfriend to take something if you wanted to was just dirty and wrong.
Jared had had a point, though. If Chris really was so confused about this, maybe it was better that he work it through with someone he knew and trusted than with a complete stranger.
He was kind of disappointed that Jared hadn’t been more possessive, though, but not as surprised as he might have been. Either Jared really got off on the idea of Chris and Jensen so much that he didn’t care, or he was so confident that Jensen loved him enough to not go any further with the cheating, that he thought it didn’t matter. The other possibility wasn’t one that Jensen thought applied.
“You’re lookin’ at me like you’re tryin’ to put a hole in me. With your mind.”
Jensen focused, smiled at Chris apologetically. “Sorry, man. I was thinking.”
“Not about…” Chris sighed. “Seriously, man, forget about it. It’s out there, we both know, so just forget about it. Stop worrying.”
“I’m not worried,” Jensen said, honestly. “Just really fuckin’ confused.” He rubbed his temples, shook his head. “Ugh. Ignore me. I’m just being a dick about it. Let’s just… You know…”
“Pretend it never happened?” Chris finished.
“That’s not what I was going to say.”
“It’s what I’m saying. We’ll enjoy the show and tomorrow I’ll call Dani and tell her I’m an idiot. Okay?”
Feeling miserable again, Jensen didn’t answer. Because he realised that that wasn’t what he wanted at all.
The show was impressive. Steve managed to get Chris out with him for a couple of songs, playing the guitar just like he’d been born to. Jensen sang along from the sidelines, enjoying himself without a care. It was a damned good night and, even though he still wished Jared could be here, he was gladder than ever that he’d agreed to come.
As the after-show drinks wound down, though, he found himself tiring. It was only one, but he had done plenty of travelling with Chris earlier and he was bushed. Steve looked happy to go for several more hours, though, so he gave Jensen his apartment key and told him to head back if he wanted.
“What about you?”
“I’ll be back sooner or later. Count on later,” he added, winking as the small brunette he’d been talking to for the last hour tugged on his arm.
Which meant going back alone with Chris. Being alone with Chris. Which Jensen was growing ever more certain was going to lead to something. Chris drove them back, looking thankful to be leaving the party. He hadn’t been drinking all night, but he was just as tired as Jensen which meant that he didn’t really want to.
They got inside and Jensen locked up behind them, while Chris leant against the wall and pulled off each of his boots in turn.
“You want another drink?” Jensen asked, fiddling with the key in his hands.
“This is gonna make me sound like an old man, but do you think he’s got any tea anywhere? I could seriously go for some tea.”
“I’ll take a look. Get ready for bed, man, you look like you’re about to drop.”
Chris nodded sleepily in agreement and headed for the spare room. By the time Jensen got there, with two steaming mugs of tea, Chris was already under the covers of his bed. The quilt was pulled up to his waist and Jensen tried not to stare at the warm skin that was on show above it. Apparently he didn’t do a great job of that as Chris frowned at him and said his name.
“Yeah?”
“What the hell’s going on here?”
“You really want me to tell you? Or should I just show you?”
Chris searched Jensen’s eyes for a moment or two. “Tell me,” he said, not looking away.
“Jay said… God, this is so fucked up. He-“
“He said it was okay, didn’t he?” Chris interrupted. “Your boyfriend is all kinds of fucked up, Jen, or didn’t you notice that yet?”
“He’s not, not really. He made a lot of sense. Said that it wasn’t cheating on him if he knew. He said it would help you out if you, I don’t know, experimented with someone you trust.”
Chris’s eyes narrowed. “Did he really say that, or is that just a ploy to get into my pants?”
“Chris, no.” Jensen sighed, sitting on the edge of his bed and setting the mug on the floor between his feet. “I’m not… I don’t want to give you something that you don’t want from me.”
“I don’t know what I want,” Chris said.
Jensen got up, moved across the bedroom to where he lay. He took the mug of tea out of Chris’s hands and put it on the nightstand by his bed.
“Okay, what’re you doing?”
“Something you’ve been wanting me to do since New Year’s,” Jensen told him. He rested a hand on Chris’s shoulder, gentle, and settled down in the space between his hip and the edge of the mattress. Chris started to protest as Jensen leaned over him, but once their mouths touched he shut up completely. Chris parted his lips, his eyes closing, and Jensen took full advantage. It was different from kissing Jared, he thought. Not in the simple ways, but in the ways that he had gotten used to.
He knew it was because Chris was only used to kissing Dani that he was being more careful than Jared ever was. He was keeping it soft and Jensen felt a need to show him that it didn’t matter. This was what Chris wanted, after all. To see what the difference was with a guy. So Jensen pulled back a little, biting his teeth down on Chris’s bottom lip and tugging on it until he heard the other man moan.
He took control, fingertips gripping the muscles of Chris’s arms tightly, almost painfully, as he kissed him. He allowed himself to be brutal, bruising Chris’s mouth with his tongue and his teeth. This was more like what kissing Jared was like when they both really went for it. There were differences, still, but no longer in the kiss itself. Just in the way Jensen felt while he kissed. He fisted his hand in Chris’s hair, getting a good grip, and forced his head back. Pressed a biting kiss to Chris’s chin and watched his eyes as he pulled away.
His friend’s pupils were wide, his face flushed red with heat. He was breathing harshly and there was sweat beading all along his brow. Jensen let go of his hair to run his thumb over the dampness and Chris closed his eyes at the touch. He let out a shaky breath before he opened them again, and Jensen took that as a good cue to sit back.
There was a long silence before Chris met his eyes full on and said, quietly, “Wow.”
“So does this mean I’m going to have Dani hunting me down after we get back?”
Chris tried to laugh, almost made it. “Maybe with a camera. Maybe begging you to do that again.”
“Her or you?”
In answer, Chris reached around the back of Jensen’s neck and ran his thumb over the scruff of hair at his nape. Then he pressed down, making Jensen lean down again, and opened his mouth for another kiss.
Before he realised he was doing it, Jensen was pushing the covers down around Chris’s waist. He palmed the hard ridge of Chris’s dick, rubbing the cotton of his boxers in a steady motion. He half expected Chris to punch him out, ask him what the fuck he was doing, but he didn’t. He just shifted his ass, opened his legs, and moaned into Jensen’s mouth. Just as well, he thought. Because if he had asked just what the fuck he was doing, Jensen wasn’t sure he would have had an answer. Now he had an invitation and he took advantage of it, moving his fingers down to squeeze Chris’s thigh and then sliding them into one loose leg of his shorts to gently stroke the hot flesh underneath. Chris just about choked on his tongue and pulled away from their kiss to catch his breath.
“You want me to?” Jensen whispered, and Chris nodded like there was no question about it. And Jensen hesitated, because this was definitely no-turning-back territory. A hand job was a huge step up and if he got really carried away then… Well, then, he thought, this whole thing was really fucked. The feel of a hot tongue and teeth nipping at his jaw reminded him that he’d stopped and the next thing he knew, Chris was pushing himself up from the bed so he could push his shorts down his legs.
“You’re not going to judge me on the size of my dick, are you?” Chris asked. He was trying to joke around, but Jensen could feel that he was tense as hell and scared, too. He pressed a warm hand to the other man’s ribs, stroking back and forth in what he hoped was a calming manner.
“Of course not, idiot,” he said, his voice soft. “So does Dani ever go down on you?”
Chris’s breath hitched at the question. He bit his lip and shook his head. “No. Once. It was… Yeah. Not a great success.”
“Do you want me to try it?”
“Fuck.” His eyes went wide and he stared at Jensen’s hand on his belly. “If… God. Yes.”
Jensen wondered if this was overstepping the bounds of what Jared had meant, but he couldn’t help himself now. He had a feeling that, had Jared been there, he would have been getting plenty of encouragement from his boyfriend to do this. The thought made his dick stir again. He ignored it, moving his hand down Chris’s stomach, scratching his short nails through dark hairs, and then taking a firm grip of his friend’s cock. He stroked up a couple of times, enjoying the fact that this whole deal was making him feel like he was actually good at this, and then he bent his head to suck at Chris’s nipple, kiss a slow, wet trail down his abs.
“Jesus…” Chris said, his voice shaking, when Jensen’s mouth finally slipped over the head of his cock. He wasn’t as big as Jared, which was definitely a good thing in Jensen’s eyes. Jensen had tried to get the whole of Jared’s dick in his mouth once and had about passed out before Jared told him to stop being an idiot and just get him off already. With Chris, he managed it. He breathed through his nose when he felt the head touch the back of his throat and Chris let go a gritty keening noise.
Jensen closed his eyes, focusing his concentration on what he was doing. His nails pressed into Chris’s thighs as he held him down and sucked at his dick. When Chris lost it, really lost it, and started fucking up into his mouth, he changed position quickly and used his tongue to stop Chris from choking him.
Apparently that was too much as Chris shouted out and Jensen drew back enough to swallow as Chris came. He hummed around his dick as he licked him clean, feeling the tremors across his skin underneath his fingertips. Chris’s stomach was heaving as he tried to breathe and Jensen released him, kissing his stomach and licking his lips. He moved onto his side and shifted position until he was laid out next to Chris, staring at the ceiling as they both calmed down.
“You okay?” He asked, eventually, needing to break the silence and wanting Chris to say something.
“Yeah, I… Do you want me to, uh-“
“You don’t have to. Seriously, Chris, I’m good.”
They were quiet again after that and it didn’t take long before Chris’s breathing evened out and the sound of it lulled Jensen to sleep as well.
Jensen woke to the sound of Steve’s phone ringing. He’d fallen asleep with Chris, both crammed into one bed, and the other man woke up as soon as Jensen started to move. Chris let him go and he hurried through the apartment to answer the phone. It was Steve.
“You guys okay there for another couple hours before you go?”
“Yeah,” Jensen assured him. “We’re good. Take it you stayed over with the cute chick from last night?”
He could hear the smug grin in Steve’s voice when he answered. “Sure did. She’s just in the shower now so I figure I’ll surprise her for another round, grab some breakfast and then be home to see you guys off. Shame Chris didn’t join me. She’s got a really hot friend.”
“More for you, Steve, huh?”
“Hey, I’m not a slut! So, you two okay?”
“Uh, yeah. Why d’you ask?”
Steve laughed, confused. “Just making sure you slept all right, that’s all. Why, did something happen?”
“No,” Jensen said, quickly. “We just crashed out. You just woke me up, actually.”
“Sorry man. Look, I’ll be back in an hour, hour and a half maybe. I’ll see you before you go.”
“You kind of need to, since we still have your keys.”
“No problem. See you soon.”
Jensen hung up and went straight to the bathroom, desperate for a piss now. Chris came in while he was setting the temperature for his shower and shaved at the sink while Jensen got clean. There was nothing weird or awkward about it, which honestly surprised Jensen. He had thought there might be more avoidance than this. But, if anything, the experience of getting his best friend off, of helping him realise that yes, okay, maybe he didn’t mind making out with guys as well as girls, had actually strengthened their bond. Somehow. Like how it wasn’t embarrassing to be naked and wet in the same room. Or how it wasn’t embarrassing to realise that his friend actually had a fucking nice body and he’d gotten a taste of it.
He wondered if Chris would tell Dani about this. He doubted it. He knew for sure that he wouldn’t get away with not telling Jared.
Chris took over the shower while Jensen dressed and got the coffee going, and by the time he was dried and dressed himself Jensen had packed all their stuff away and thrown their sheets in the washer. He thanked Jensen for the coffee and leaned against the kitchen counter to drink it, watching Jensen over the rim of his mug.
“What?”
“Just thinkin’ what a lucky son-of-a-bitch Jared is,” Chris said, smiling.
“We still gotta get my ego back home so you can stop any time,” Jensen warned him, returning the smile with a slightly amused one of his own.
“I need to find a man with a mouth like yours is all.”
“Hey, I was shit at blowjobs until I started getting the practice in. That’s all you need.”
“I guess so. You should start a master class or something.”
Jensen laughed, smacked his friend’s arm as he leaned on the counter beside him. “You wouldn’t be saying that if you’d ever had Jared suck you off,” he informed him. “That guy could suck moss off a boulder.”
“I bet. Your boyfriend’s kind of a perv.”
“Kind of,” Jensen agreed, nodding.
“Hey, Jen?”
He didn’t need telling that Chris was about to ask something he really wasn’t sure about. It was in the tone of his voice and Jensen knew him well enough by now to sense such a thing. He turned to put his mug down on the counter beside him and then looked up.
“What?”
“I was thinking.”
“About what?” He knew he sounded edgy, but he was, and he wasn’t going to hide it.
“Last night. It was unbelievably fucking good, but it didn’t really… You know.”
“Didn’t really what?”
“You took care of everything. So I don’t know.” He stopped, like he was halfway through saying something else, and then he turned slightly and leaned across and covered Jensen’s mouth with his own. He kept the kiss light until he felt Jensen respond, and then his hand came up to hold Jensen’s jaw and he put his own mug down beside them so he could use his other hand to tease through wet hair. He kissed him, slow and wet, tasting of coffee and warmth.
Jensen didn’t realise that Chris’s hand was moving until he felt it tugging at the buckle of his belt. He ducked out of the kiss then, looking down.
“What’re you doing?”
“What does it look like? C’mon, I’m not going to know if I can do this to a guy if I can’t do it to you.”
Jensen briefly wondered if this would be the point where things would start to go wrong, but then Chris had his belt undone, and his fly unzipped, and his hand was wrapped around Jensen’s dick, squeezing. At least, he thought, Chris wasn’t down on his knees and offering to blow him. He didn’t think his brain could have handled that.
Chris didn’t seem to even be considering it. He went back to kissing Jensen while he stroked his dick to hardness and he used his thumb the way Jensen had used his tongue last night. He wasn’t sure if it was because of who was doing it, or where they were stood, or just because of the fact he hadn’t gotten himself off last night and he needed this, badly, but Jensen could feel his knees weaken after only five minutes or so. He reached one hand back, grasping onto the edge of the counter, and gasped into Chris’s mouth as he felt it starting. Blood rushed in his ears, sounding loud, and he felt himself tighten up for an instant. Then everything was opened up and he tore his mouth from Chris’s, leaning his head on his friend’s shoulder and breathing out hard against his neck as he came.
He shuddered back against the countertop, feeling it dig into his ass. Chris stopped moving his hand, but held it there, and Jensen had to tell him to move it because he couldn’t stand the pressure of it.
“Was that-“
“Just. Shut up.” Jensen hissed into Chris’s skin, then lifted his head slowly, sleepily, his dry mouth dragging over the other man’s throat. “Yeah,” he said, blinking. “It was.”
Chris gave him a look that might have said, ‘ha, I’m so fucking awesome’, and then reached around him for the kitchen towel that was draped across the counter. He wiped his hand off and passed the cloth to Jensen so he could clean himself up.
Jensen fastened his jeans again, willing himself to calm down, and found himself smiling like he’d just heard the world’s greatest secret.
“What?” Chris asked, puzzled and trying not to laugh.
“Did that satisfy your curiosity?” He asked.
“I think so.”
“And you came to some kind of decision?”
Chris did laugh this time. “Yeah. I reckon I did, too.”
“Good. And… You know. Thanks.”
They ate some breakfast and Steve arrived as Jensen was using what he’d found in the refrigerator to make sandwiches for him and Chris to take on their trip back home. He threw an arm around Jensen’s shoulders and pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek, laughing when Jensen pushed him away and told him he was a pervert.
“I had a good night. Just sharing in the happiness.”
“Sure, sure. We had a good time too, Steve. Thanks for having us.”
“Hey, you guys are welcome any time, you know that. And Jared too. Chris keeps going on about how cool the guy is. Sure would be nice to see him sometime.”
“Maybe in a few weeks. Sure he’ll get a Saturday night off soon.”
“That’d be good. So, you guys are off now?”
“We are. Chris is just checking we didn’t leave anything behind.”
As if on cue, Chris reappeared and shared a hug with Steve while Jensen wrapped the sandwiches and found a bag to put them in.
“Guess we’d better get going,” he said, when Steve let him go.
“Guess you better had. I’ll see you again soon, I hope. I mean it.”
Jensen nodded, already looking forward to their next trip here, and then they were heading for the door, shouldering bags and exchanging insults with Steve all the way down to the truck.
“Are you going to tell Jay?” Chris asked, about an hour down the road.
Jensen shrugged. “I probably won’t need to. He seems to guess everything about me that he doesn’t already know.”
Chris gazed out at the road ahead in silence for a minute or two, chewing on his bottom lip. “You think he’ll be pissed about it?”
“No.” Jensen felt that answer was the truth, too. After what Jay had said to him, he was sure that this wasn’t going to be an issue. Especially since he had no intention of ever repeating it. Well. Maybe the kissing, but definitely not the whole hand-on-his-dick thing. And, oh fuck, he was getting kind of hard just thinking about it again.
“I hope not.”
“What about you and Dani?”
Chris choked out a laugh. “Yeah. I really don’t know. I love that girl, I know it, but if she finds out about this then I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“If she finds out about it, then it won’t be from me,” Jensen promised.
“Thanks. I… Thank you.”
They were nearing their halfway stop when Jensen’s phone started ringing. Chris turned the radio down as he answered, and Jensen smiled in gratitude while he flipped the phone open.
“Hello?”
“Jensen, are you and Chris on your way back?”
Something in the tone of Jeff’s voice had him alert in an instant. “Yes. Yeah, we’ve got about two and a half hours left to go. Is everything okay?”
Now Chris looked worried and Jensen thought he pressed down on the gas that little bit harder.
“Get back here as soon as you can, both of you.”
“What’s happened?” Jensen asked, frantic.
“I’m not talking about this over the phone with you, Jensen.” Jeff’s voice was sharp and Jensen knew then that whatever it was, it was bad. “Just get Chris to bring you straight home.”
Jeff hung up before Jensen could say anything else and as Chris asked what was going on, his voice seeming distant, he couldn’t escape the feeling that his world was about to fall out from under him.
--TBC--