Smoke & Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (49/50)
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Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (49/50)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult
Wordcount: 5,515
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.
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CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
The knock at the door was almost overlooked, what with all the bedlam in the relatively small house on the bad side of town. The man calling upon the Morgan household looked around, a little wide-eyed, at the motorcycle brigade that was clogging the driveway. Cars lined the street, down into the cul-de-sac. He'd had to park a good ways away, and walk to the address. He could hear voices coming from inside the house, from the garage, and from the back yard. It was a brouhaha.
Reaching up again, he rapped his knuckles upon the door only a few times before it was ripped open. A very tall, very tattooed man stood on the other side, his head covered with a skull cap.
"Hey," the tattooed man greeted.
"Hi," the kid answered, a little frightened at first. He held up a covered pizza box. "You order a pizza?"
Jared smiled. "Fuck yeah," he nodded, digging into his pocket. He quickly checked the bills and made sure he had enough to cover a tip, and then snagged the pizza box from the teen. He didn't say good-bye or even thank you. He simply closed the door and flipped open the top of the box.
"Is that pizza?"
Jared looked up from the box and smiled at Jensen, snagging a slice. It was still hot, but that didn't deter him. "Yeah?" He bit into it, making a happy grunting noise.
"Jared," Jensen almost scolded. "We're eating at the reception." He moved closer, carrying a vase of flowers that Stevie had arranged the night before.
"Which is like four fucking hours away," he reminded him.
"You still shouldn't eat that right now."
"Don't start that crap," he warned, serious. "It's your fault I'm eating it in the first place."
He was stunned. "Mine?" Jensen returned.
"Yes, yours," Jared nodded. "You're the one making me quit smoking again."
Jensen only rolled his eyes at him, moving to set the vase of flowers on the end table by the window. As Jensen passed by him, Jared leaned in and planted a greasy kiss on the young man's face. "Ugh," Jensen complained, wiping off his cheek. "Gross."
"Gross, my ass," Jared laughed around a mouthful of pizza. He sat down upon the sofa, which Jensen had just cleaned off, and propped his booted feet up on the newly Windexed coffee table. "Only one thing better than a sausage-and-mushroom-pizza kiss." He wriggled his eyebrows at Jensen when their gazes met.
Jensen had to smile and laugh at him. "Shut up, you weirdo."
With the pizza box on his lap, and a half-eaten slice in his hand, Jared motioned to Jensen. "So. What's with the gay shirt?"
Jensen looked down at his chest. He'd known full-well that he shouldn't have worn the pink shirt that Kenzie had gotten him for his birthday. He tried not to sigh too loudly though. "It's not a gay shirt," he said.
"Yeah," Jared nodded with a greasy grin, "it is."
Jensen wondered how, even though Jared was still noshing on pizza and being crass, he could still find him attractive. Horribly so. If it weren't for the festivities coming up, he'd probably be all over Jared in a heartbeat, and slick with sausage and mushroom kisses. "It's pink," Jensen told him. "Real men wear pink."
Jared laughed through a mouthful of cheese and sauce. "No," he corrected. "You wear pink because you're gay. Other men wear pink because they've fucked up the laundry."
Narrowing his eyes, Jensen tried to be mad at him. It didn't work. Sure, he was annoyed, but that would quickly pass. "Shut up," he said again, heading out of the room.
"Don't wear the gay shirt to the wedding!" Jared called after him.
"Shut up!"
He had, of course, expected to hear the slew of women talking all through the upstairs. While very little of Stevie's family had been able to show up, she had plenty of close friends. And some of Jeffrey's biker buddies' wives had wedged themselves into the upstairs bedroom. The noise was almost deafening as they all cackled aloud.
Having shed the pink shirt in favor of a smart white one, Jensen adjusted his tie as he stepped up the carpeted stairwell. Shelby bounded up the stairs ahead of him, tongue lolling as she went. Jensen's digital camera was slung around his neck; he planned on capturing every second that he could. He arched his eyebrows at the women's laughter, smiled at the catcalls. They weren't for him, however. They were for Stevie and something she was holding; a gift from someone in the room. One of the women spotted Jensen, and they all quickly quieted down. Stevie closed up the box that was in her hands and passed it off. She turned around and looked at Jensen, stifling a smile.
"Look at you, gorgeous camera man," she grinned.
Jensen was pretty sure he didn't want to know what they had been cackling over. He blushed slightly at her compliment and looked her up and down. "Look at you," he returned. "You're beautiful."
She giggled and shrugged her shoulders at him. "Thank you." The strapless gown trailed down to the floor, just barely touching the carpet. With heels, it would be the perfect length for walking down the steps and out into the yard, where Jeffrey and the Justice of the Peace would soon be waiting. She wore a feather necklace that reminded Jensen of a miniature boa. It was black, standing such a contrast against her skin and the stark white of the plain dress. He thought maybe, for a moment, he saw exactly why Jeffrey had fallen in love with her and her uniqueness.
"Jensen, you look wonderful!"
He turned, just in time to lean down to get a hug and kiss from his mother, being mindful of the camera she had given him for Christmas. "Mom," he greeted, surprised. Kenzie wasn't far behind, dressed in her favorite green dress. "I thought you guys were going to stay in today."
Donna smiled happily. "Stevie wouldn't let me wallow," she winked. "She made me her maid of honour last night at the bachelorette party."
"There was a bachelorette party?" Jensen tried to pretend that there hadn't been any sort of bachelor party for Jeffrey, but there had been. After all, a very long stint of bachelorhood was coming to an end.
Donna giggled and nodded. "This is so exciting," she said happily. "I've never been a maid of honour before. And Kenzie is the ring bearer."
Jensen chuckled at her. "Well, good," he nodded. "I was hoping you guys would come today."
The crowd of women started to mumble again. Jensen looked up to see Dani moving through the crowd. With her, she carried two bouquets of flowers, one smaller than the other, both bound with black velvet. She handed the bigger one to Stevie, smiling brightly at her. "Finishing touches done," Dani declared. She gave the smaller bouquet to Donna, who was dressed in a simple black-and-blue dress.
"Perfect," Stevie said to her, giving her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek.
A woman Jensen had never met before stepped closer. She handed Stevie a simple netting hat that reminded Jensen of something from the 40's. The netting came down partway over Stevie's forehead. She looked very elegant and smiled at Jensen as the veil was adjusted by the other woman.
He nodded at her, a half-smile on his face. She was, indeed, perfect. He only tore his eyes away from her when he heard the telephone ring. One handset was beside the bed. Jensen moved to answer it.
Jeffrey paced. And paced. As he had been doing for the past few hours.
"Dude," Jared said to him. He wore a simple black T-shirt, new and not-yet-frayed, along with a clean pair of black jeans. His biker boots were heavy on his feet, but present as always. He had on two wrist cuffs, masked by a black leather jacket. Jeffrey hadn't asked him to dress up, knew it was pointless. Jared looked nice, and that's all that mattered, even if he was channelling Johnny Cash at the moment.
"What the hell's wrong with Cash?" Jared had asked when Jeffrey had said as such to him.
"Nothing," he'd said back. "No, I was just saying."
"I can very easily show up in my paint-splattered shirt and oil-stained jeans."
Jeffrey had shaken his head, satisfied with the current choice in wardrobe. "The black's fine."
"I thought so."
And then the pacing had started. Cane in hand, Jeffrey walked back and forth, back and forth, shoes scuffling along the cement floor as he moved.
"I swear to God, man," Jared complained. "You're going to wear a path in my floor."
Jeffrey wanted to say something about it really being his floor, but his mind was having trouble forming any kind of coherent sentence. He looked at his watch for the millionth time, biting at his bottom lip. He was suddenly aware of the scruff there, and reached up to his face, beard stubble rasping across the pads of his fingers.
"I should have shaved," he mumbled. "I'll go do that now."
Jared reached out and grabbed hold of him, his strong hands at either of Jeffrey's shoulders. "Jeff."
"What?"
Jared buttoned up the open collar of Jeffrey's white dress shirt. "You look fine."
"But I should have shaved."
"You did," Jared told him. "You trimmed up the beard this morning."
"Oh," he breathed. "I'm doing the beard-thing?"
Jared nodded. "Yeah."
"Oh."
Jared could easily see that that hadn't made him settle down at all. He took a deep breath and sighed, reminding himself to feel empathy for the man. He glanced over to Chris, who was brushing Jeffrey's suit coat off, making sure Shelby hadn't left a stray dog hair on the fabric. Chris smiled back at Jared, shaking his head just slightly.
"Why are you so nervous?" Jared asked, threading a black tie around Jeffrey's neck.
Jeffrey swiped a hand over his mouth, swallowing against a dry throat. "What if she doesn't show up, Jay?"
Jared made a face at him, rolling his eyes. "She's already said yes, butthead," he said back.
Jeffrey didn't even flinch at the name-calling. He simply nodded his head, looked down at his shoes and tried to remember to breathe. He looked back up at Jared, his eyes wide with fear. "Your Mom," he began suddenly.
The conversation instantly turned awkward. Jared shook his head again, concentrating on tying his adoptive father's tie. "Don't, Jeff," he warned.
Jeffrey reached up and stopped Jared from moving. It was silent as he stared into his boy's eyes, a world of unsaid conversation in his gaze. "Your Mom," he said again. "She was the only other one I ever asked to do this with."
Jared frowned slightly, returning Jeffrey's stare. The man's eyes shone, watery, but Jared couldn't tell for sure if it was from tears or not. "I know," he said softly.
Gripping Jared's hands in his, Jeffrey nodded. "Tell me she'd be happy," he almost whispered, his voice gruff.
Jared had to look away for a moment, his own vision clouding. He swallowed and pursed his lips, willing his emotions to back off. It touched him, however, that Jeffrey still thought of his mother, even after all these years. Even after finding Stevie. Clearing his throat, he nodded and slipped out of Jeffrey's grasp. He knew he didn't need to answer verbally. Jeffrey could tell, not only from the nod, but from the way Jared met his eyes, that he agreed. Mom would have been happy. He looked away, down to the tie he hadn't finished knotting. "We're going to be late," he said.
Reality seemed to slap Jeffrey in the face. Panic welled up in him again. "Oh, Christ," he breathed. "I gotta go talk to her."
"You can't," Jared said.
"Why not?"
"I don't know," he said. "Y-you'll fuck it up."
"What?"
Chris laughed in the background. "He means it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding," he interjected.
"That," Jared nodded.
Jeffrey held out his hand to Jared, fingers wiggling for a moment. "Alright, then give me your phone."
"I'm not giving you my phone."
"Listen, you little jerk--"
"Oh, shut up," Jared sighed. "You know I'd do anything for y--" But before he could get the tie knotted properly, Jeffrey slipped out of his grasp. Jared felt adept fingers tugging at his front jean pocket, where he always kept his cell phone. He tried to stop Jeffrey, slapped his hand down over the pocket, but the man was too fast for him. "Shit."
Jeffrey was off in a flash, dropping his cane. Chris didn't move to help, instead just watching from his place, a bright smile upon his face. This was better than any reality TV out there. Jeffrey was heading up the ladder, halfway up the rungs before Jared even headed over towards him, at a rather lazy pace, knowing Jeffrey had no real place to go.
"What the hell are you doing?" Jared called out. "Give me my phone back. Jesus Christ, you're fast for a decrepit old man."
Jeffrey grunted as he hauled himself up onto the second level. "I gotta call her, Jay," he said.
"No, you don't," he corrected. "She's going to marry you, Jeff."
"I know," he nodded. "I gotta stop her."
"What?" His voice was raised an octave in surprise. "That's it, I'm coming up there."
Tie only half-knotted, Jeffrey pointed at him. "You stay there!" He knew very well that Jared wouldn't listen, so he hauled the old metal aluminum ladder up to the second level with him.
Jared was stunned at the man's cunning and abilities, considering he was still on a cane with his injured leg. "Dude!"
With the suit coat forgotten about, Chris could do nothing more than stand in his place and laugh. Jeffrey was dialing the phone, pressing it to his ear. "Jensen!" he almost yelled. "Put Stevie on."
"Alright, that's it," Jared said, shedding his leather jacket. "No more Mister Nice-guy."
Still entertained, Chris watched as Jared climbed up onto the sofa, boots and all, and jumped with all his might. The first time, his fingers only scraped the edge of the landing. On the second try, he was able to get better purchase on the beam.
"Stevie," Jeff said, a note of relief in his voice. He smiled and held the phone closer. "What the hell are you doing?"
With impressive strength, Jared hauled himself up to the second level, the muscles in his inked arms flexing madly. He growled aloud with the effort; with a ticked-off expression he glared up at Jeffrey.
"Are you sure you want to do this, baby?" Jeffrey spoke into the cell phone. "You can still back out of all of this if you want to." He noticed Jared straightening and nearing him. He held out a hand to him, silently asking for just a few more seconds of conversation. "What? No, of course I want to marry you, baby. But seriously, do you realize what sort of dysfunctional jerks we all are?"
"Give me the phone, Jeff," Jared growled, holding out his hand.
"You're sure?" he asked, eyes glittering with happiness. "I can't talk you out of it?"
"Give me my goddamn phone," he said again, this time managing to twist the cell out of Jeffrey's grasp. Without so much as a word to Stevie, Jared turned the phone off and snapped it closed.
Jeffrey looked rather stunned. "You just hung up on my wife."
Jaw muscles flexing, Jared shook his head. "Not yet, I didn't." He pointed to the lower level.
Immediately, Jeffrey raised his hands. "Alright," he gave in. "But let me shave?"
Jared sighed. "Fine," he agreed. "We'll send Chris up to get your razor, okay?"
Jeffrey smiled happily.
Freshly shaven, and in a much better state of mind, Jeffrey waited outside by the Justice of the Peace. He still looked nervous, but the pacing had stopped, replaced now with the tapping of his fingers on his cane. Jared watched him for a moment, standing beside him as Best Man, then smiled and leaned in closer.
"Stop fidgeting," he said.
Jeffrey looked over at him, nodding his head. "Sorry." He tried to calm down, to occupy his mind with something else. But when the crowds, seated on fold-out chairs on the lawn, started to mumble, he looked up.
Stevie was there. Jeffrey felt a simultaneous jolt of relief and one of panic. All these years being single had affected him after all. But he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with her. The baby she carried within her was an added bonus.
"Told you," Jared said softly, leaning in close to speak into Jeffrey's ear. If he was heard, however, Jeffrey made no indication of it. His attention was all on his bride.
The guests stood to honour Stevie. She walked down the aisle behind Kenzie and Donna, never taking her eyes off of Jeffrey. Constantly, she smiled, incomprehensibly happy about the day. She grinned all through the ceremony, only breaking away from his gaze when she had to slide a black-and-silver band onto Jeffrey's finger. The ring had a tribal-tattoo look to it, and matched Stevie's, albeit a thicker gauge than hers. They were unique, just as Stevie and Jeffrey were in their own.
Jared watched the only father he ever really knew take vows with someone not his mother. He wasn't nearly as sad as he thought he'd be. He, of course, thought of Mom, but he didn't regret anything. This was life, and they were all doing a pretty damn good job with it.
Jensen snapped the occasional picture as the ceremony went on. He had been touched that Jeffrey and Stevie wanted him to capture their special day. He had set up a few shots of Stevie on her own, in her gown, and one or two of Jeffrey getting ready and in his suit and tie, both of which would be shed before too much longer. Jensen could tell that Jeffrey wasn't comfortable in such clothes. Jensen had also gotten a couple great shots of Donna and Kenzie, a few of Chris and Dani. He'd gotten a couple silly ones of Jared, but decided he'd save more creative ideas for his photo shoot. He looked over to Jared repeatedly during the ceremony. On quite a few occasions, he found Jared already watching him. He hoped there were some devious plans being made in that pretty head, because he had some ideas of his own.
Listening to the Justice of the Peace, Jeffrey was immensely glad that Stevie had decided against writing their own vows.
"Not a good idea, babe," he had told her months before the wedding.
"Why not? It's so sweet when couples do that."
"Not unless you want vows like 'because I think you got a hot bod,'" he had admitted. "I ain't so good with words."
She had giggled at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a slow, soft kiss. "But you do think I have a hot bod, right?"
"Absolutely."
"Until I get all fat and stuff from the baby."
"Are you kidding?" he'd grinned. "You're beautiful and you'll always be that way."
Thankfully, she had quickly gotten rid of the idea of self-made vows. The Justice of the Peace made a quick show of the ceremony, not dawdling over miniscule things. They exchanged rings and Jeffrey heard the most perfect words that had graced his ears to that day.
"May I present to you, Mister and Missus Morgan," the judge said. "Jeffrey, you may kiss your bride."
Jeffrey smiled down at her and pulled her up against the length of his body for a deep, passionate kiss. Jared was the first to whoop happily at them, clapping his hands louder than anyone else. Jensen snapped several pictures of the lip-lock, and one of Jared watching them. Considering how Stevie had been first greeted by him, Jensen was thrilled to see Jared accepting her so easily now.
Once the crowds dispersed, Jensen took a few shots of them on their own, giving everyone time to file out to the front yard where the slew of bikes were parked in the driveway. Jared's was at the head of the mass of metal and tires. When he was done being photographed for history's sake, Jared made his way to the front of the group. He told the other bikers to get to their places, because the bride and groom were coming along soon. And sure enough, by the time Jeffrey and Stevie emerged from the back yard, everyone was in place.
Stevie had to hike up her dress just slightly in order to get on Jeffrey's old Harley. She was rewarded with a number of catcalls and waved them off, blushing. Neither she or Jeffrey bothered with helmets. The reception was just in the back yard, so their leaving was to just ride around the block, followed by every biker they knew west of the Mississippi.
Settled on the bike, Jeffrey nodded to Jared. Instead of throwing rice, birdseed, or whatever tradition "normal" people had, Jared had decided that all of the bikers attending would give Stevie and Jeffrey a revved-up send-off. Jared started the rumbling applause and cranked it up a notch when he felt Jensen swing onto the bike behind him. The noise was almost deafening, bikes revving for several seconds before they pulled out behind Jeffrey and Stevie, not a helmet in sight. They follwed them on a route around the block, the noise increasing tenfold as they went.
Jensen looked behind them. His smile grew exponentially when he saw that Kenzie was on a bike with Trevor, and Donna was on Rock's flashy contraption. Kenzie was thoroughly enjoying herself, but Donna looked more than a little worried. She clung to Rock, who was about three times her size, and watched the road roll by them.
"How do you think it went?"
Jared looked up to Jensen, peering at him through one open eye. "Insane," he answered. "Is everyone gone, finally?"
"Yes," Jensen laughed.
"I hope we hired someone to clean up that shit in the back yard," he said. "Because I ain't doin' it."
It was dark outside, the stars twinkling brightly. The chaos that had been taking over the small house on the bad side of town had now died down and left only two people, one cat and one dog to the mess of the aftermath.
Jensen tried not to roll his eyes at him. He put down two bottles of beer on the coffee table, one for each of them. They were halfway to drunk; Jensen was impressed that Jared had held off as long as he did. He had expected to have to pour Jared into Jeff and Stevie's bed, where they would be staying for the time that the couple were on their honeymoon. "We'll have plenty of time to clean up," he said. "Jeff and Stevie won't be back for almost a whole week."
"And Jeff won't be any help afterwards," Jared mumbled. "He won't be able to walk."
"Jared!"
"I mean from his leg!"
Jensen smiled brightly. "Liar." He listened to Jared laugh, found out, as he plopped down on the sofa's edge, barely enough room to sit there with the other man sprawled out on the cushions. "Rock said he'd take Mom home for me. Chris and Dani were keeping Kenzie for the night, since Dani promised some sort of haircut or something for her tomorrow."
Jared trained both eyes on him. "Rock's gonna shag your Mom."
Jensen was suddenly disgusted. He looked at Jared, a horrified expression upon his face. "That's gross," he said. "My mom doesn't do things like that."
"He was hot for her, I'm telling you."
"Seriously," Jensen complained. "Shut up."
Jared laughed, resting one hand upon Jensen's thigh. "So your Mom never had sex?"
"Nope."
"Ever?"
"Nope."
"So, you were, like... Hatched?"
Jensen laughed, resting his elbow against the back of the sofa, and propping his head up on his hand. "No," he said. "But it's just wrong to think about that."
"Rather think about us having sex?"
He arched his eyebrows. "Now that," he admitted, "is something worth pondering."
Jared chuckled again, his whole body convulsing as he did. "Okay, Poindexter," he teased. "Give me a kiss then, and I'll help you think about it."
Jensen bent forward, pressing his lips against Jared's. "Is Shelby in?" he asked, making sure they had plenty of time to relax.
"Mm-hmm," Jared nodded. He reached up and threaded his fingers through the back of Jensen's hair, holding him close. "With food and water. So shut up and kiss me."
Almost immediately, Jensen felt Jared's hands tugging at the dress shirt he wore, pulling it out from underneath his belt, at the small of his back. The man's warm hands found their way underneath the material, sliding up along his back, and back down again, hands trying to memorize each soft ridge of his spine, each line of muscle. Chills inched across his skin, the kiss deepening. The shirt was now almost completely untucked, Jared's hands now at Jensen's shoulders, encouraging him lower.
Jensen knew Jared's ultimate goal, but he took his time getting there. He pressed wet, nipping kisses to Jared's throat, moved to just behind the man's jaw, where he knew there was a weak spot. He worked that special spot until he heard Jared's breathing coming in ragged gasps, felt his fingers clutching at Jensen's shoulders. He moved up to his ear, suckling for a moment, then slid a little lower.
Jared watched him move down, pushing the hem of the black T-shirt up to expose his belly. Jensen looked up at him, keeping his gaze as he opened his mouth and snaked his tongue along the exposed skin. Jensen tugged at the waist band of the black jeans just enough to let his tongue dip lower, teasing. Jared let go of him, moving instead to pop the button on his jeans.
Jensen smiled, letting Jared pull open the jeans, finding a very serious lack of underwear there. Instead of tugging them lower down, however, Jensen set his mouth against the inside of Jared's wrist, just above the cuff he wore there. He trailed kisses all the way up Jared's arm, pausing at the inside of his elbow before nipping at his bicep and then straightening to kiss him properly. Jared gave into him, feeling Jensen's hand worm its way into his open jeans, fingers curling around him and stroking shallowly. He touched Jensen's face, his fingertips tracing imaginary lines across the man's cheek, along his jawline. He loved the smell of Jensen's skin, the taste of faded alcohol on his tongue. Jensen detected a hint of smoke on Jared's, but decided to save the reprimand for later.
One of Jared's hands left Jensen's face. He set it upon Jensen's hand, where he was being stroked into a strong need. He pressed his palm down, wanting more friction there, and at the same time, wanting to tear Jensen's touch away from him, take his time, make both of their muscles tremble from exertion.
Jensen smiled against their kiss, knowing very well what Jared's words would be, if he could find his voice. "You're gonna make me come," he'd have said. Just perfect. Jensen worked his way back down Jared's midriff, biting carefully through the man's tee, at the still-healing nipple rings. Jared hissed through his teeth, but watched Jensen move lower through heavy-lidded eyes. He lifted his hips when Jensen insisted, nudging the jeans down only until there was just enough room. He couldn't help but gasp when Jensen's mouth came down upon him, taking all of him in at once, moving fast and hard, tongue quick and mouth suckling. He threaded his fingers through Jensen's hair only to hold him there, to feel him moving. Involunarily, his fingers curled into a fist. It didn't hurt, though; didn't stop Jensen from moving, wetting his cock with his hot mouth.
It only took a few minutes, really. Jared closed his eyes, found himself thrusting his hips just slightly, pushing down on the back of Jensen's head. He opened his eyes and looked down at him just before he felt the need to close his eyes again, let his mouth fall open, his spine arch against the sofa. He moaned louder than he had in a long while, with no fear of disturbing Jeffrey and Stevie. He could hear Jensen swallowing, felt the man's tongue licking along his cock, suckling at the head to clean him off.
"Goddamn," Jared finally breathed, his chest heaving. "You have got to stop being so fucking good at that."
Moving back up to kiss Jared, Jensen smiled brightly at him. "Why's that?"
Jared kissed him, his tongue cooler than usual because of all the gasping breaths he'd taken. He liked tasting himself on Jensen's tongue. It fuelled his feelings of possession. "Because I'm not letting you out of our apartment to go to school," he said. "Just gonna be my love slave forever."
Jensen laughed, eyes sparkling as he gazed down at Jared. "I like the sound of that."
The apartment was eerily quiet without Kenzie there. Donna hadn't realized it, mostly because now that she was working again, the place was occupied by both of them at the same time. She wasn't alone much anymore.
That's why, when the phone rang, it startled Donna, made her jump and set a hand to her heart. Quickly calming, she picked up the phone, pressing the ON button.
"Hello?" she greeted.
"Donna, what is going on?"
It was Alan, sounding dramatic as always. Donna closed her eyes for a second and sighed, stepping into the living room, from the bedroom. "What are you talking about, Alan?" she asked.
"I saw Jensen in the newspaper," he said.
"Yes, he got Valedictorian," she agreed. "That's the highest honour. I thought you'd be happy about that."
"That's all well and good, Donna," he went on. "But did you see the picture they used?"
"Yes," she said. "Someone on the yearbook staff took it."
She could almost see his mouth twisting into a grimace. "It is one of the most vile pictures of him I've ever seen. What is all over him?"
Donna sighed. She was so tired of the dramatics. "They're called tattoos, Alan," she said. "And those aren't all of them. Get used to them. You can't very well scrub them off with soap and water."
"Well, it's humiliating," he told her. "Everyone in town has seen the picture by now. What am I supposed to say to them?"
Donna grit her teeth, forcing herself to not hang up the telephone. "You should tell them that you're damn proud of your son, Alan," she replied, her voice sounding much angrier than before. "You should tell them that he's worked hard to get where he is, and you were wrong in so many ways to treat him as you did."
"He looks like an ex-convict," he snapped. "We come from a society that frowns upon looking like some tattooed whore from a biker bar. I'm not paying for medical school when he looks like that. He'll be laughed out of the practice!"
"Well, guess what?" she said, just as sharply. "You forced that upon him so much that you pushed him right into it. Only Jensen's better than what you think of him. He's blossomed like you wouldn't believe, being around Jared and Jeffrey and Stevie. They're a positive influence on him. He's a good man. He'll work hard and put himself through school. So don't bother with offering any of your money." She sighed, nearing the bedroom again and peeking inside. She eyed the tattooed skin of the man in her bed, mostly covered by the rumpled sheets. "As a matter of fact, I think maybe you shouldn't bother with any of us anymore."
That declaration silenced Alan for a good while. He swallowed back the lump in his throat and softly sighed. "I'm sorry," he said, knocked down off his high-horse. "I made a mess of everything. I was only trying to keep my family, my son safe from what I thought was Evil. I'm still not wholly convinced that it's not. And I can't save him."
Donna frowned, feeling guilty for snapping at him. "Jensen doesn't need saving, Alan," she said. "He needs a Dad."
Donna was sure he was nodding in the silence between them. "I know," he admitted. "Is there no chance of reconciliation between us, darling?"
She looked back over to her bed, to the sleeping, muscled form that had been laying beside her. "I don't know," she returned. "I really don't know."
--TBC--
Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (49/50)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult
Wordcount: 5,515
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.
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CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
The knock at the door was almost overlooked, what with all the bedlam in the relatively small house on the bad side of town. The man calling upon the Morgan household looked around, a little wide-eyed, at the motorcycle brigade that was clogging the driveway. Cars lined the street, down into the cul-de-sac. He'd had to park a good ways away, and walk to the address. He could hear voices coming from inside the house, from the garage, and from the back yard. It was a brouhaha.
Reaching up again, he rapped his knuckles upon the door only a few times before it was ripped open. A very tall, very tattooed man stood on the other side, his head covered with a skull cap.
"Hey," the tattooed man greeted.
"Hi," the kid answered, a little frightened at first. He held up a covered pizza box. "You order a pizza?"
Jared smiled. "Fuck yeah," he nodded, digging into his pocket. He quickly checked the bills and made sure he had enough to cover a tip, and then snagged the pizza box from the teen. He didn't say good-bye or even thank you. He simply closed the door and flipped open the top of the box.
"Is that pizza?"
Jared looked up from the box and smiled at Jensen, snagging a slice. It was still hot, but that didn't deter him. "Yeah?" He bit into it, making a happy grunting noise.
"Jared," Jensen almost scolded. "We're eating at the reception." He moved closer, carrying a vase of flowers that Stevie had arranged the night before.
"Which is like four fucking hours away," he reminded him.
"You still shouldn't eat that right now."
"Don't start that crap," he warned, serious. "It's your fault I'm eating it in the first place."
He was stunned. "Mine?" Jensen returned.
"Yes, yours," Jared nodded. "You're the one making me quit smoking again."
Jensen only rolled his eyes at him, moving to set the vase of flowers on the end table by the window. As Jensen passed by him, Jared leaned in and planted a greasy kiss on the young man's face. "Ugh," Jensen complained, wiping off his cheek. "Gross."
"Gross, my ass," Jared laughed around a mouthful of pizza. He sat down upon the sofa, which Jensen had just cleaned off, and propped his booted feet up on the newly Windexed coffee table. "Only one thing better than a sausage-and-mushroom-pizza kiss." He wriggled his eyebrows at Jensen when their gazes met.
Jensen had to smile and laugh at him. "Shut up, you weirdo."
With the pizza box on his lap, and a half-eaten slice in his hand, Jared motioned to Jensen. "So. What's with the gay shirt?"
Jensen looked down at his chest. He'd known full-well that he shouldn't have worn the pink shirt that Kenzie had gotten him for his birthday. He tried not to sigh too loudly though. "It's not a gay shirt," he said.
"Yeah," Jared nodded with a greasy grin, "it is."
Jensen wondered how, even though Jared was still noshing on pizza and being crass, he could still find him attractive. Horribly so. If it weren't for the festivities coming up, he'd probably be all over Jared in a heartbeat, and slick with sausage and mushroom kisses. "It's pink," Jensen told him. "Real men wear pink."
Jared laughed through a mouthful of cheese and sauce. "No," he corrected. "You wear pink because you're gay. Other men wear pink because they've fucked up the laundry."
Narrowing his eyes, Jensen tried to be mad at him. It didn't work. Sure, he was annoyed, but that would quickly pass. "Shut up," he said again, heading out of the room.
"Don't wear the gay shirt to the wedding!" Jared called after him.
"Shut up!"
He had, of course, expected to hear the slew of women talking all through the upstairs. While very little of Stevie's family had been able to show up, she had plenty of close friends. And some of Jeffrey's biker buddies' wives had wedged themselves into the upstairs bedroom. The noise was almost deafening as they all cackled aloud.
Having shed the pink shirt in favor of a smart white one, Jensen adjusted his tie as he stepped up the carpeted stairwell. Shelby bounded up the stairs ahead of him, tongue lolling as she went. Jensen's digital camera was slung around his neck; he planned on capturing every second that he could. He arched his eyebrows at the women's laughter, smiled at the catcalls. They weren't for him, however. They were for Stevie and something she was holding; a gift from someone in the room. One of the women spotted Jensen, and they all quickly quieted down. Stevie closed up the box that was in her hands and passed it off. She turned around and looked at Jensen, stifling a smile.
"Look at you, gorgeous camera man," she grinned.
Jensen was pretty sure he didn't want to know what they had been cackling over. He blushed slightly at her compliment and looked her up and down. "Look at you," he returned. "You're beautiful."
She giggled and shrugged her shoulders at him. "Thank you." The strapless gown trailed down to the floor, just barely touching the carpet. With heels, it would be the perfect length for walking down the steps and out into the yard, where Jeffrey and the Justice of the Peace would soon be waiting. She wore a feather necklace that reminded Jensen of a miniature boa. It was black, standing such a contrast against her skin and the stark white of the plain dress. He thought maybe, for a moment, he saw exactly why Jeffrey had fallen in love with her and her uniqueness.
"Jensen, you look wonderful!"
He turned, just in time to lean down to get a hug and kiss from his mother, being mindful of the camera she had given him for Christmas. "Mom," he greeted, surprised. Kenzie wasn't far behind, dressed in her favorite green dress. "I thought you guys were going to stay in today."
Donna smiled happily. "Stevie wouldn't let me wallow," she winked. "She made me her maid of honour last night at the bachelorette party."
"There was a bachelorette party?" Jensen tried to pretend that there hadn't been any sort of bachelor party for Jeffrey, but there had been. After all, a very long stint of bachelorhood was coming to an end.
Donna giggled and nodded. "This is so exciting," she said happily. "I've never been a maid of honour before. And Kenzie is the ring bearer."
Jensen chuckled at her. "Well, good," he nodded. "I was hoping you guys would come today."
The crowd of women started to mumble again. Jensen looked up to see Dani moving through the crowd. With her, she carried two bouquets of flowers, one smaller than the other, both bound with black velvet. She handed the bigger one to Stevie, smiling brightly at her. "Finishing touches done," Dani declared. She gave the smaller bouquet to Donna, who was dressed in a simple black-and-blue dress.
"Perfect," Stevie said to her, giving her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek.
A woman Jensen had never met before stepped closer. She handed Stevie a simple netting hat that reminded Jensen of something from the 40's. The netting came down partway over Stevie's forehead. She looked very elegant and smiled at Jensen as the veil was adjusted by the other woman.
He nodded at her, a half-smile on his face. She was, indeed, perfect. He only tore his eyes away from her when he heard the telephone ring. One handset was beside the bed. Jensen moved to answer it.
Jeffrey paced. And paced. As he had been doing for the past few hours.
"Dude," Jared said to him. He wore a simple black T-shirt, new and not-yet-frayed, along with a clean pair of black jeans. His biker boots were heavy on his feet, but present as always. He had on two wrist cuffs, masked by a black leather jacket. Jeffrey hadn't asked him to dress up, knew it was pointless. Jared looked nice, and that's all that mattered, even if he was channelling Johnny Cash at the moment.
"What the hell's wrong with Cash?" Jared had asked when Jeffrey had said as such to him.
"Nothing," he'd said back. "No, I was just saying."
"I can very easily show up in my paint-splattered shirt and oil-stained jeans."
Jeffrey had shaken his head, satisfied with the current choice in wardrobe. "The black's fine."
"I thought so."
And then the pacing had started. Cane in hand, Jeffrey walked back and forth, back and forth, shoes scuffling along the cement floor as he moved.
"I swear to God, man," Jared complained. "You're going to wear a path in my floor."
Jeffrey wanted to say something about it really being his floor, but his mind was having trouble forming any kind of coherent sentence. He looked at his watch for the millionth time, biting at his bottom lip. He was suddenly aware of the scruff there, and reached up to his face, beard stubble rasping across the pads of his fingers.
"I should have shaved," he mumbled. "I'll go do that now."
Jared reached out and grabbed hold of him, his strong hands at either of Jeffrey's shoulders. "Jeff."
"What?"
Jared buttoned up the open collar of Jeffrey's white dress shirt. "You look fine."
"But I should have shaved."
"You did," Jared told him. "You trimmed up the beard this morning."
"Oh," he breathed. "I'm doing the beard-thing?"
Jared nodded. "Yeah."
"Oh."
Jared could easily see that that hadn't made him settle down at all. He took a deep breath and sighed, reminding himself to feel empathy for the man. He glanced over to Chris, who was brushing Jeffrey's suit coat off, making sure Shelby hadn't left a stray dog hair on the fabric. Chris smiled back at Jared, shaking his head just slightly.
"Why are you so nervous?" Jared asked, threading a black tie around Jeffrey's neck.
Jeffrey swiped a hand over his mouth, swallowing against a dry throat. "What if she doesn't show up, Jay?"
Jared made a face at him, rolling his eyes. "She's already said yes, butthead," he said back.
Jeffrey didn't even flinch at the name-calling. He simply nodded his head, looked down at his shoes and tried to remember to breathe. He looked back up at Jared, his eyes wide with fear. "Your Mom," he began suddenly.
The conversation instantly turned awkward. Jared shook his head again, concentrating on tying his adoptive father's tie. "Don't, Jeff," he warned.
Jeffrey reached up and stopped Jared from moving. It was silent as he stared into his boy's eyes, a world of unsaid conversation in his gaze. "Your Mom," he said again. "She was the only other one I ever asked to do this with."
Jared frowned slightly, returning Jeffrey's stare. The man's eyes shone, watery, but Jared couldn't tell for sure if it was from tears or not. "I know," he said softly.
Gripping Jared's hands in his, Jeffrey nodded. "Tell me she'd be happy," he almost whispered, his voice gruff.
Jared had to look away for a moment, his own vision clouding. He swallowed and pursed his lips, willing his emotions to back off. It touched him, however, that Jeffrey still thought of his mother, even after all these years. Even after finding Stevie. Clearing his throat, he nodded and slipped out of Jeffrey's grasp. He knew he didn't need to answer verbally. Jeffrey could tell, not only from the nod, but from the way Jared met his eyes, that he agreed. Mom would have been happy. He looked away, down to the tie he hadn't finished knotting. "We're going to be late," he said.
Reality seemed to slap Jeffrey in the face. Panic welled up in him again. "Oh, Christ," he breathed. "I gotta go talk to her."
"You can't," Jared said.
"Why not?"
"I don't know," he said. "Y-you'll fuck it up."
"What?"
Chris laughed in the background. "He means it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding," he interjected.
"That," Jared nodded.
Jeffrey held out his hand to Jared, fingers wiggling for a moment. "Alright, then give me your phone."
"I'm not giving you my phone."
"Listen, you little jerk--"
"Oh, shut up," Jared sighed. "You know I'd do anything for y--" But before he could get the tie knotted properly, Jeffrey slipped out of his grasp. Jared felt adept fingers tugging at his front jean pocket, where he always kept his cell phone. He tried to stop Jeffrey, slapped his hand down over the pocket, but the man was too fast for him. "Shit."
Jeffrey was off in a flash, dropping his cane. Chris didn't move to help, instead just watching from his place, a bright smile upon his face. This was better than any reality TV out there. Jeffrey was heading up the ladder, halfway up the rungs before Jared even headed over towards him, at a rather lazy pace, knowing Jeffrey had no real place to go.
"What the hell are you doing?" Jared called out. "Give me my phone back. Jesus Christ, you're fast for a decrepit old man."
Jeffrey grunted as he hauled himself up onto the second level. "I gotta call her, Jay," he said.
"No, you don't," he corrected. "She's going to marry you, Jeff."
"I know," he nodded. "I gotta stop her."
"What?" His voice was raised an octave in surprise. "That's it, I'm coming up there."
Tie only half-knotted, Jeffrey pointed at him. "You stay there!" He knew very well that Jared wouldn't listen, so he hauled the old metal aluminum ladder up to the second level with him.
Jared was stunned at the man's cunning and abilities, considering he was still on a cane with his injured leg. "Dude!"
With the suit coat forgotten about, Chris could do nothing more than stand in his place and laugh. Jeffrey was dialing the phone, pressing it to his ear. "Jensen!" he almost yelled. "Put Stevie on."
"Alright, that's it," Jared said, shedding his leather jacket. "No more Mister Nice-guy."
Still entertained, Chris watched as Jared climbed up onto the sofa, boots and all, and jumped with all his might. The first time, his fingers only scraped the edge of the landing. On the second try, he was able to get better purchase on the beam.
"Stevie," Jeff said, a note of relief in his voice. He smiled and held the phone closer. "What the hell are you doing?"
With impressive strength, Jared hauled himself up to the second level, the muscles in his inked arms flexing madly. He growled aloud with the effort; with a ticked-off expression he glared up at Jeffrey.
"Are you sure you want to do this, baby?" Jeffrey spoke into the cell phone. "You can still back out of all of this if you want to." He noticed Jared straightening and nearing him. He held out a hand to him, silently asking for just a few more seconds of conversation. "What? No, of course I want to marry you, baby. But seriously, do you realize what sort of dysfunctional jerks we all are?"
"Give me the phone, Jeff," Jared growled, holding out his hand.
"You're sure?" he asked, eyes glittering with happiness. "I can't talk you out of it?"
"Give me my goddamn phone," he said again, this time managing to twist the cell out of Jeffrey's grasp. Without so much as a word to Stevie, Jared turned the phone off and snapped it closed.
Jeffrey looked rather stunned. "You just hung up on my wife."
Jaw muscles flexing, Jared shook his head. "Not yet, I didn't." He pointed to the lower level.
Immediately, Jeffrey raised his hands. "Alright," he gave in. "But let me shave?"
Jared sighed. "Fine," he agreed. "We'll send Chris up to get your razor, okay?"
Jeffrey smiled happily.
Freshly shaven, and in a much better state of mind, Jeffrey waited outside by the Justice of the Peace. He still looked nervous, but the pacing had stopped, replaced now with the tapping of his fingers on his cane. Jared watched him for a moment, standing beside him as Best Man, then smiled and leaned in closer.
"Stop fidgeting," he said.
Jeffrey looked over at him, nodding his head. "Sorry." He tried to calm down, to occupy his mind with something else. But when the crowds, seated on fold-out chairs on the lawn, started to mumble, he looked up.
Stevie was there. Jeffrey felt a simultaneous jolt of relief and one of panic. All these years being single had affected him after all. But he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with her. The baby she carried within her was an added bonus.
"Told you," Jared said softly, leaning in close to speak into Jeffrey's ear. If he was heard, however, Jeffrey made no indication of it. His attention was all on his bride.
The guests stood to honour Stevie. She walked down the aisle behind Kenzie and Donna, never taking her eyes off of Jeffrey. Constantly, she smiled, incomprehensibly happy about the day. She grinned all through the ceremony, only breaking away from his gaze when she had to slide a black-and-silver band onto Jeffrey's finger. The ring had a tribal-tattoo look to it, and matched Stevie's, albeit a thicker gauge than hers. They were unique, just as Stevie and Jeffrey were in their own.
Jared watched the only father he ever really knew take vows with someone not his mother. He wasn't nearly as sad as he thought he'd be. He, of course, thought of Mom, but he didn't regret anything. This was life, and they were all doing a pretty damn good job with it.
Jensen snapped the occasional picture as the ceremony went on. He had been touched that Jeffrey and Stevie wanted him to capture their special day. He had set up a few shots of Stevie on her own, in her gown, and one or two of Jeffrey getting ready and in his suit and tie, both of which would be shed before too much longer. Jensen could tell that Jeffrey wasn't comfortable in such clothes. Jensen had also gotten a couple great shots of Donna and Kenzie, a few of Chris and Dani. He'd gotten a couple silly ones of Jared, but decided he'd save more creative ideas for his photo shoot. He looked over to Jared repeatedly during the ceremony. On quite a few occasions, he found Jared already watching him. He hoped there were some devious plans being made in that pretty head, because he had some ideas of his own.
Listening to the Justice of the Peace, Jeffrey was immensely glad that Stevie had decided against writing their own vows.
"Not a good idea, babe," he had told her months before the wedding.
"Why not? It's so sweet when couples do that."
"Not unless you want vows like 'because I think you got a hot bod,'" he had admitted. "I ain't so good with words."
She had giggled at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a slow, soft kiss. "But you do think I have a hot bod, right?"
"Absolutely."
"Until I get all fat and stuff from the baby."
"Are you kidding?" he'd grinned. "You're beautiful and you'll always be that way."
Thankfully, she had quickly gotten rid of the idea of self-made vows. The Justice of the Peace made a quick show of the ceremony, not dawdling over miniscule things. They exchanged rings and Jeffrey heard the most perfect words that had graced his ears to that day.
"May I present to you, Mister and Missus Morgan," the judge said. "Jeffrey, you may kiss your bride."
Jeffrey smiled down at her and pulled her up against the length of his body for a deep, passionate kiss. Jared was the first to whoop happily at them, clapping his hands louder than anyone else. Jensen snapped several pictures of the lip-lock, and one of Jared watching them. Considering how Stevie had been first greeted by him, Jensen was thrilled to see Jared accepting her so easily now.
Once the crowds dispersed, Jensen took a few shots of them on their own, giving everyone time to file out to the front yard where the slew of bikes were parked in the driveway. Jared's was at the head of the mass of metal and tires. When he was done being photographed for history's sake, Jared made his way to the front of the group. He told the other bikers to get to their places, because the bride and groom were coming along soon. And sure enough, by the time Jeffrey and Stevie emerged from the back yard, everyone was in place.
Stevie had to hike up her dress just slightly in order to get on Jeffrey's old Harley. She was rewarded with a number of catcalls and waved them off, blushing. Neither she or Jeffrey bothered with helmets. The reception was just in the back yard, so their leaving was to just ride around the block, followed by every biker they knew west of the Mississippi.
Settled on the bike, Jeffrey nodded to Jared. Instead of throwing rice, birdseed, or whatever tradition "normal" people had, Jared had decided that all of the bikers attending would give Stevie and Jeffrey a revved-up send-off. Jared started the rumbling applause and cranked it up a notch when he felt Jensen swing onto the bike behind him. The noise was almost deafening, bikes revving for several seconds before they pulled out behind Jeffrey and Stevie, not a helmet in sight. They follwed them on a route around the block, the noise increasing tenfold as they went.
Jensen looked behind them. His smile grew exponentially when he saw that Kenzie was on a bike with Trevor, and Donna was on Rock's flashy contraption. Kenzie was thoroughly enjoying herself, but Donna looked more than a little worried. She clung to Rock, who was about three times her size, and watched the road roll by them.
"How do you think it went?"
Jared looked up to Jensen, peering at him through one open eye. "Insane," he answered. "Is everyone gone, finally?"
"Yes," Jensen laughed.
"I hope we hired someone to clean up that shit in the back yard," he said. "Because I ain't doin' it."
It was dark outside, the stars twinkling brightly. The chaos that had been taking over the small house on the bad side of town had now died down and left only two people, one cat and one dog to the mess of the aftermath.
Jensen tried not to roll his eyes at him. He put down two bottles of beer on the coffee table, one for each of them. They were halfway to drunk; Jensen was impressed that Jared had held off as long as he did. He had expected to have to pour Jared into Jeff and Stevie's bed, where they would be staying for the time that the couple were on their honeymoon. "We'll have plenty of time to clean up," he said. "Jeff and Stevie won't be back for almost a whole week."
"And Jeff won't be any help afterwards," Jared mumbled. "He won't be able to walk."
"Jared!"
"I mean from his leg!"
Jensen smiled brightly. "Liar." He listened to Jared laugh, found out, as he plopped down on the sofa's edge, barely enough room to sit there with the other man sprawled out on the cushions. "Rock said he'd take Mom home for me. Chris and Dani were keeping Kenzie for the night, since Dani promised some sort of haircut or something for her tomorrow."
Jared trained both eyes on him. "Rock's gonna shag your Mom."
Jensen was suddenly disgusted. He looked at Jared, a horrified expression upon his face. "That's gross," he said. "My mom doesn't do things like that."
"He was hot for her, I'm telling you."
"Seriously," Jensen complained. "Shut up."
Jared laughed, resting one hand upon Jensen's thigh. "So your Mom never had sex?"
"Nope."
"Ever?"
"Nope."
"So, you were, like... Hatched?"
Jensen laughed, resting his elbow against the back of the sofa, and propping his head up on his hand. "No," he said. "But it's just wrong to think about that."
"Rather think about us having sex?"
He arched his eyebrows. "Now that," he admitted, "is something worth pondering."
Jared chuckled again, his whole body convulsing as he did. "Okay, Poindexter," he teased. "Give me a kiss then, and I'll help you think about it."
Jensen bent forward, pressing his lips against Jared's. "Is Shelby in?" he asked, making sure they had plenty of time to relax.
"Mm-hmm," Jared nodded. He reached up and threaded his fingers through the back of Jensen's hair, holding him close. "With food and water. So shut up and kiss me."
Almost immediately, Jensen felt Jared's hands tugging at the dress shirt he wore, pulling it out from underneath his belt, at the small of his back. The man's warm hands found their way underneath the material, sliding up along his back, and back down again, hands trying to memorize each soft ridge of his spine, each line of muscle. Chills inched across his skin, the kiss deepening. The shirt was now almost completely untucked, Jared's hands now at Jensen's shoulders, encouraging him lower.
Jensen knew Jared's ultimate goal, but he took his time getting there. He pressed wet, nipping kisses to Jared's throat, moved to just behind the man's jaw, where he knew there was a weak spot. He worked that special spot until he heard Jared's breathing coming in ragged gasps, felt his fingers clutching at Jensen's shoulders. He moved up to his ear, suckling for a moment, then slid a little lower.
Jared watched him move down, pushing the hem of the black T-shirt up to expose his belly. Jensen looked up at him, keeping his gaze as he opened his mouth and snaked his tongue along the exposed skin. Jensen tugged at the waist band of the black jeans just enough to let his tongue dip lower, teasing. Jared let go of him, moving instead to pop the button on his jeans.
Jensen smiled, letting Jared pull open the jeans, finding a very serious lack of underwear there. Instead of tugging them lower down, however, Jensen set his mouth against the inside of Jared's wrist, just above the cuff he wore there. He trailed kisses all the way up Jared's arm, pausing at the inside of his elbow before nipping at his bicep and then straightening to kiss him properly. Jared gave into him, feeling Jensen's hand worm its way into his open jeans, fingers curling around him and stroking shallowly. He touched Jensen's face, his fingertips tracing imaginary lines across the man's cheek, along his jawline. He loved the smell of Jensen's skin, the taste of faded alcohol on his tongue. Jensen detected a hint of smoke on Jared's, but decided to save the reprimand for later.
One of Jared's hands left Jensen's face. He set it upon Jensen's hand, where he was being stroked into a strong need. He pressed his palm down, wanting more friction there, and at the same time, wanting to tear Jensen's touch away from him, take his time, make both of their muscles tremble from exertion.
Jensen smiled against their kiss, knowing very well what Jared's words would be, if he could find his voice. "You're gonna make me come," he'd have said. Just perfect. Jensen worked his way back down Jared's midriff, biting carefully through the man's tee, at the still-healing nipple rings. Jared hissed through his teeth, but watched Jensen move lower through heavy-lidded eyes. He lifted his hips when Jensen insisted, nudging the jeans down only until there was just enough room. He couldn't help but gasp when Jensen's mouth came down upon him, taking all of him in at once, moving fast and hard, tongue quick and mouth suckling. He threaded his fingers through Jensen's hair only to hold him there, to feel him moving. Involunarily, his fingers curled into a fist. It didn't hurt, though; didn't stop Jensen from moving, wetting his cock with his hot mouth.
It only took a few minutes, really. Jared closed his eyes, found himself thrusting his hips just slightly, pushing down on the back of Jensen's head. He opened his eyes and looked down at him just before he felt the need to close his eyes again, let his mouth fall open, his spine arch against the sofa. He moaned louder than he had in a long while, with no fear of disturbing Jeffrey and Stevie. He could hear Jensen swallowing, felt the man's tongue licking along his cock, suckling at the head to clean him off.
"Goddamn," Jared finally breathed, his chest heaving. "You have got to stop being so fucking good at that."
Moving back up to kiss Jared, Jensen smiled brightly at him. "Why's that?"
Jared kissed him, his tongue cooler than usual because of all the gasping breaths he'd taken. He liked tasting himself on Jensen's tongue. It fuelled his feelings of possession. "Because I'm not letting you out of our apartment to go to school," he said. "Just gonna be my love slave forever."
Jensen laughed, eyes sparkling as he gazed down at Jared. "I like the sound of that."
The apartment was eerily quiet without Kenzie there. Donna hadn't realized it, mostly because now that she was working again, the place was occupied by both of them at the same time. She wasn't alone much anymore.
That's why, when the phone rang, it startled Donna, made her jump and set a hand to her heart. Quickly calming, she picked up the phone, pressing the ON button.
"Hello?" she greeted.
"Donna, what is going on?"
It was Alan, sounding dramatic as always. Donna closed her eyes for a second and sighed, stepping into the living room, from the bedroom. "What are you talking about, Alan?" she asked.
"I saw Jensen in the newspaper," he said.
"Yes, he got Valedictorian," she agreed. "That's the highest honour. I thought you'd be happy about that."
"That's all well and good, Donna," he went on. "But did you see the picture they used?"
"Yes," she said. "Someone on the yearbook staff took it."
She could almost see his mouth twisting into a grimace. "It is one of the most vile pictures of him I've ever seen. What is all over him?"
Donna sighed. She was so tired of the dramatics. "They're called tattoos, Alan," she said. "And those aren't all of them. Get used to them. You can't very well scrub them off with soap and water."
"Well, it's humiliating," he told her. "Everyone in town has seen the picture by now. What am I supposed to say to them?"
Donna grit her teeth, forcing herself to not hang up the telephone. "You should tell them that you're damn proud of your son, Alan," she replied, her voice sounding much angrier than before. "You should tell them that he's worked hard to get where he is, and you were wrong in so many ways to treat him as you did."
"He looks like an ex-convict," he snapped. "We come from a society that frowns upon looking like some tattooed whore from a biker bar. I'm not paying for medical school when he looks like that. He'll be laughed out of the practice!"
"Well, guess what?" she said, just as sharply. "You forced that upon him so much that you pushed him right into it. Only Jensen's better than what you think of him. He's blossomed like you wouldn't believe, being around Jared and Jeffrey and Stevie. They're a positive influence on him. He's a good man. He'll work hard and put himself through school. So don't bother with offering any of your money." She sighed, nearing the bedroom again and peeking inside. She eyed the tattooed skin of the man in her bed, mostly covered by the rumpled sheets. "As a matter of fact, I think maybe you shouldn't bother with any of us anymore."
That declaration silenced Alan for a good while. He swallowed back the lump in his throat and softly sighed. "I'm sorry," he said, knocked down off his high-horse. "I made a mess of everything. I was only trying to keep my family, my son safe from what I thought was Evil. I'm still not wholly convinced that it's not. And I can't save him."
Donna frowned, feeling guilty for snapping at him. "Jensen doesn't need saving, Alan," she said. "He needs a Dad."
Donna was sure he was nodding in the silence between them. "I know," he admitted. "Is there no chance of reconciliation between us, darling?"
She looked back over to her bed, to the sleeping, muscled form that had been laying beside her. "I don't know," she returned. "I really don't know."
--TBC--