Smoke & Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (50/50)

[eviltwin]

MASTER POST

Title: Smoke And Lightning, Heavy Metal Thunder (50/50)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 7,027
Summary: AU. Jared's a classic case of rich kid gone wrong, whose only sense of family comes from his motorbike, the guy he rents a garage from to live in and the precinct cops who know his face better than most already. Jensen's a hard-working student whose family are helping push him towards great things. What happens when their two worlds collide, and will Jared's troublesome nature be too much for Jensen to handle?
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.



CHAPTER FIFTY : THE FINAL CHAPTER

Eric's place was a good place to be after hours. It had been a few long weeks for both Jensen and Jared and they were both glad to be together again. Since the wedding they had barely seen one another as Jensen had been too busy studying and taking his last papers to be able to have Jared over. Jared had kept himself busy with other people's bikes and cars, earning money that he said he was mostly saving for them to move in together. They might have both been busy, but they still found time to miss each other and to miss the sex.

Eric had told them that the whole process might take a few hours, but they were happy to spend the time there because they knew that, as soon as they were done, they were free until Jensen's graduation day, only three days away. They planned to go back to Jensen's place and spend the night there, since Donna and Kenzie were both with Jensen's aunt for the night. It was more than likely on purpose that they were going, as Donna knew her son was desperate to have some alone time with Jared and they wouldn't be able to get that at Jeff's place.

The tattoo that Jensen had chosen had been of two eagles, wings outstretched and talons out, seemingly grappling for dominance. Eric had drawn them out an eagle each, both as one part of a whole, and they would each have the designs tattooed onto their chest. They reminded Jensen of the Harley eagle, and in turn of the freedom that he had found since Jared had turned up in his life. He didn't voice that thought, though, thinking he might save it for when Jared would be less likely to mock him for it. Maybe when they were both coming down from a post-sex high.

Eric started on Jared, his eyes darting to Jensen as soon as the man's shirt was off. "You're going to behave this time, right?" He asked.

"We behaved last time," Jensen argued, laughing when Jared said, "Maybe," at the same time.

"Can't make any promises, that's all I'm saying." Jared's eyes narrowed, wicked, and he reached down and grabbed his crotch. "Soon as I saw him today I got a boner, so... You know, if you have to, you can always leave the room."

Eric just tutted and shook his head. He transferred the design onto Jared's skin, glad that the boy stayed still. He may like to tease, but Eric knew he could behave when he was needed to. Jensen watched closer once he had the needle in his hand; felt his skin grow hot and his stomach tighten with arousal as he watched the tattooing begin. He didn't know if it was because he knew how it felt, or if he was turned on by Jared's vulnerable position, or if it was just the fact that his boyfriend's body was on display and he loved looking at those tan muscles and hard abs, but he was already wishing that this would be over so he could get Jared to his bed and let himself be fucked wide open.

He looked up at Jared's face and found the other man watching him with a dirty smile, like he knew exactly what he was thinking. Or was, perhaps, thinking the very same thing. When Eric went to take a break and smoke a quick joint, they made full use of the opportunity to make out for a few minutes. Jensen had not been without Jared for that long, not really, but he had missed the taste of him and the feel of his tongue and his hands and his... Everything. Jared was the one to stop it, pulling away and taking a few quick breaths before telling Jensen that he needed to slow it down.

"We got all night," he murmured, fingers toying with the hair curling around Jensen's ears. "Don't get me all hard and uncomfortable before you get yours done. Eric'll have to drag me off of you otherwise."

Reluctantly, he stepped back and waited for Eric to return.

As soon as they got back to Jensen's place they took their shirts off and let the air get to their reddened skin. On Jared's chest the eagle was dark and had its wings spread across, the tips of them just touching underneath his nipples. On Jensen's chest the eagle was a tawny gold and looked as though it was falling backwards, and its talons were curved around his nipples. It was already late, as Eric hadn't finished until almost ten, but they didn't feel tired. They felt horny, hyped up, and in need of one another. Jensen got two beers from the refrigerator and handed one to Jared, opening the other on the edge of the counter.

"Fuck, I need this," Jared said, letting out a pleasured moan as the alcohol slid down his throat. Jensen couldn't help himself at that noise and he moved over to where Jared stood and eased against him, kissing his exposed throat. Jared lowered the bottle slowly, grinning up at the ceiling when Jensen continued his explorations.

"I've missed you so damn much," Jensen whispered. "But thank you for letting me have that time."

Jared looked down at him then, wrapped one arm around him. "I needed to let you study," he told him. "So I can tell everyone that I'm screwing the sexiest doctor in town."

"Will a wannabe doctor do you for tonight?"

"Hmm, don't know. Will he?"

Jensen smiled against Jared's mouth, parting his lips to let the other man's tongue in. They kissed slow and sure, both glad that the house was so quiet.

"Let's forget the beers," Jared suggested, putting his down on the counter behind him. Jensen did the same and then took Jared's hand to pull him into his bedroom. It was such a difference to his old room at the house, Jared thought. The tattoo wall had been left as it was while the plain walls had been decorated with posters for old movies and rock concerts. Jensen's bed was unmade, there were books stacked on the floor, his desk was a mess of paper and CDs and there were clothes piled on top of his dresser, still waiting to be put into the drawers. It looked like Jared had expected it to. It looked lived in. On a large corkboard above his bed, Jensen had pinned a bunch of polaroids that he had taken of Jared, Jeff and Stevie, as well as some of his mom, sister and brother.

They fell down to the messy bed together, in a tangle of limbs and tongue. Jared unfastened his belt quickly and shed his jeans, desperate to get rid of any barriers between them. Jensen did the same.

"Want some music?" He asked, as he threw his jeans to the floor.

"No," Jared told him, pulling Jensen round until he was spread out beneath him. "I just want you."

"That's a real corny line."

"I'm a real corny guy."

"You're an incredible guy," Jensen said, not feeling embarrassed at all by voicing the thought. "I don't think I say it often enough, but you really are. And gorgeous." As he spoke the words, he felt an inexplicable rush of sadness and he put his hand to Jared's face, bringing him down for a soft kiss. Jared must have sensed it anyway and asked him what was the matter as he lifted his head again. "I don't know. I just... I nearly lost you, that's all. I nearly lost you because of my own father, and then because of our pig-headedness. And I don't ever want that to happen again."

"It won't," Jared assured him. The promise made Jensen feel slightly better, though he was still unsettled by the stupid thoughts in his head. "It won't," Jared repeated. "I don't want it to happen again and so I'm not going to let it. I love you more than anyone. And that doesn't scare me any more. Why do you think I'm making plans for our future? Why do you think I imagine us still together when you're done with med school? I'm not letting you go again, Jensen. You're too good to let go."

Jensen looked away, but nodded, relieved. "Me either," was all he could manage to say before Jared was at his mouth again. The kiss was drawn out, deep with emotion and raw need, and Jared's hands were on him, mimicking the strokes of his tongue over Jensen's skin. Jensen tried to move, to reciprocate, but Jared pushed him back down.

"All for you," he told him, his voice low, and wrapped one hand around Jensen's dick to give it a couple of loose strokes. "Just for you."

Jensen didn't know why he deserved it, but with Jared's fingers lightly brushing along his half-hard cock he wasn't going to argue. Jared had him fold his arms behind his head and he did so, leaving his body open and vulnerable. He shivered at the steady but light rhythm on his cock, and at the slow drag of Jared's tongue down the curve of his throat. Jared kissed the skin, his teeth nipping, hard enough to leave a mark. Jensen squirmed at that, then more when his pierced nipple became the next target. Jared lapped over it afterwards, soothing the twinge of hurt. He left the new tattoo well alone, letting go a muffled laugh at the short cry and jerky movement of Jensen's hips when he wrapped his mouth around the entire length of the other man's cock. He felt him start to move his hands and slapped his own hand down to Jensen's side to stop him. He took the hint.

Gripping Jensen's hips, Jared lifted his head slightly and pulled Jensen up to follow. He didn't let him go, his fingers curling round into the crease of Jensen's ass while his tongue moved in a brutal motion, until Jensen was shaking under his hands. Until he was starting to come completely undone. Jensen's hands were gripping the pillow beneath his head so tight that his knuckles were pale. Jared didn't want him to hold back, though. He didn't want him to worry about how long this took, or how quickly he lost it. It had been long enough that those things didn't matter. He pushed Jensen down to the mattress, releasing his cock, and then rubbed his thumb gently over the wet and sensitized crown. Jensen's eyes were squeezed shut and he dragged in a quick, choked breath at the touch, still trying hard to.. Just..Not..

"Jen." Jared said his name as he touched him again, and it seemed that was all he had needed. Jensen swore loudly and came, dick spurting over Jared's hand and his own belly. He opened his eyes when it started and Jared held his gaze as he worked him through it. His own dick was painfully hard now, but he could wait another minute. "All right?" He asked, once that minute was up.

Jensen nodded, breathing too hard to speak. He didn't need to speak, though, as he pushed Jared off him and turned over on the bed, lifting himself up in an invitation for Jared to fuck him. Jared did not need to be asked twice.

They'd spent most of the night awake, soaking the sheets in sweat and come, and they woke up too early the following morning. It didn't matter to either one of them, though, because they were soon pressed together in the shower, desperate hands sliding over drenched skin, mouths fused together. When they were clean, dried, and dressed, Jared started making them both some breakfast while Jensen shoved his bedclothes into the washer and turned it on. The phone rang as they sat on the couch to watch crappy morning TV and drink their coffee. Jensen let the machine get it. It was his mom, telling him that when the pair of them woke up they would find her and Kenzie over at Jeff's and she'd like them to come over so they could all have dinner together.

"You want to go once we've finished these?" Jensen asked, leaning closer into Jared's side and breathing in the soapy smell of his neck.

"Yeah.. Maybe just.." He turned his head and caught Jensen's mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. "After."

"After," Jensen agreed, reaching to put his coffee mug on the table.

It could have been a party, with as many people as there were there. Or at least, sounded like. As it turned out, when Jared and Jensen stepped inside the house, there was only Jeffrey, Stevie, Rock, Donna and Kenzie. Rock's two dogs, Julius and Mace, paused in their romping with Shelby to eye who had intruded on their playtime. Kenzie looked up too, from her Gameboy, and waved at Jared and Jensen.

"Hey," Jensen greeted her. He stepped closer to his mother, eyeing Rock suspiciously, and leaned down to kiss her cheek. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Well, it seems," Donna grinned, "that someone in the family is graduating. We were making plans for the party that will be held afterwards."

"You get to be the belle of the ball, honey," Jared teased, patting him on the backside.

Jensen smiled, chuckling softly. "Yay, me," he returned. As he spoke, he moved over to the refrigerator. He snagged a bottle of water for himself, waggling it at Jared, asking if he wanted one. Jared shook his head, concentrating on the conversation that was happening in the house.

"We were thinking about a band," Stevie said.

Jensen cracked open the water bottle and took a swig. His gaze fell to his mother's knee, where Rock's hand rested gently. A lover's touch. He was reminded of Jared's declaration.

"Rock's gonna shag your Mom."

"That's gross. My mom doesn't do things like that."

"He was hot for her, I'm telling you."

"Seriously. Shut up."

It seems that it didn't matter if Jared had shut up or not -- he'd been right. Pretending he hadn't noticed the small show of affection, Jensen turned back to the conversation. Jeffrey had mentioned exotic dancers instead of a band, and Jensen had looked up in enough time to see a wink directed at Rock. The man only laughed in return.

"Or hookers," Jared said, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Thank you," Jensen nodded to them. "I've been voted the freakiest kid in school as it is. That'll be the clincher."

Jared chuckled, draping his arm over Jensen's shoulder. "You're just cranky because you have to make a speech, Mister Valedictorian."

Jensen tried not to roll his eyes, thoughts of himself speaking up on the podium enough to make his knees shake. "Don't remind me."

"What are you going to say in your speech?" Donna asked, looking at her son. "Something inspirational, I hope."

Jensen shrugged. "I'm going to stand up there," he began, "be proud, and announce to the whole world that I'm not a virgin anymore."

Stevie and Donna gasped, glancing at each other, mouths agape. Jeffrey, Rock, and Jared only laughed.

"Jensen Ross Ackles," Donna reprimanded, though with a smile. "You'd better not."

"Everybody already knows anyway," Jared grinned. "They saw how gingerly you walked into class every now and then."

Donna held up her hands. "This is a little too much for me," she announced. "I think I'll head to the store and get the things you wanted for the cookout, Stevie. Anyone want to go with me?"

Rock shrugged. "I'll go."

Before he could even finish his sentence, Jensen pushed away from Jared and headed towards his mother, speaking right on the tail of Rock's words. "I'll go," he offered. Before Donna could make a choice, he put his arm around her and led her to the front door.

"Uh-oh," Jeffrey said after they'd gone. "Looks to me like you got some explainin' to do, son."

Rock frowned, but nodded his head.

The grocery store was nearly dead. It felt odd that, on a summer-like afternoon, the place would be so empty, but Jensen was glad. He felt more at ease talking to his mother.

"Anything you want to tell me about, Mom?"

Preoccupied, she gazed over the selection of steaks. Jeffrey had told her what to look for, what he preferred and what made a brilliant grilled steak, and she would do her damndest to get the right thing. "What's that, sweetheart?"

"Talk, Mom," he said. "Anything you want to talk about?"

"Like what?"

Jensen shrugged, hands resting on the handle to the shopping cart. "Oh, I don't know," he said. "Maybe like Rock's hand on your knee?"

She'd known she would have to address it eventually. She'd been hoping for a much more private, quiet place and time however. "Well, what do you want me to say, sweetie?"

"I want you to stop talking to me like I'm nine," he returned. He wasn't so sure why he was so angry about the whole thing. He didn't care.

"I'm not, Jensen," she said. "But I'd like to know what you expect."

"I expect an explanation."

"But I don't owe you one," she said with a smile. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I don't. I'm a grown woman."

He shook his head at her, eyes narrowing slightly. "But I always owe you an explanation."

"You're my son," she replied.

"You're my mother."

She smiled amidst the momentary silence in the argument. "While I'm not going to disagree, I'm also not going to tell you everything that happens in my life. You don't tell me everything, do you?" She saw him want to argue that point, and shook her head. "If you had, I would have found out about how you felt about... Boys... About Jared, a long time ago."

She had a point. Damn it. Jensen sighed, one corner of his mouth turning down in a frown.

"Jensen, Tommy is a very good man."

He was momentarily stunned. "Tommy?" Rock was a real person?

She laughed softly, her eyes sparkling. "Well, you didn't think he was born with the name Rock, did you?"

"I never thought of him as born," he answered honestly. "You know why he's called Rock, right?"

She nodded. "Yes, I do," she said. "I didn't just jump into bed with him the second I met him, you know."

Jensen knew she was right about that too. It was Mom that had given him his morals regarding sex. He hadn't jumped right into bed with Jared either, no matter how much he had wanted to. He watched her turn back to the selection of steaks, finally picking up a package to eye it skeptically. "Alright, so..." He thought for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders. "What about Alan?"

She met his eyes, scowling slightly. "Jensen, I do wish you wouldn't call your father that."

"Fine," he said. "What about Dad?"

"Well, what about him?"

"What if he finds out?"

She nodded her head, putting the package of steaks into the cart and grabbing three more amidst careful inspection. "I would hope that when he does, he'll figure out that I'm serious about this whole thing."

"Did you leave him because of me?"

The question was one that must have been worrying him for some time. It was blurted out, said with a strained voice, worried and ashamed. Donna looked at her son and shook her head at him, wondering how he could figure such a thing. "No, Jensen," she said. "I left your father because I should have a long time ago. Everything that happened... That just reinforced it. Don't you ever think that it's your fault. Do you understand me?"

He suppressed a sigh, looking down at his hands and the shopping cart for a moment. "Yes, ma'am," he returned softly.

Donna reached out and touched her son's face, smiling at him when he met her eyes. "Alright," she grinned. "Let's go get the rest of things on the list. Okay?"

She started to move off, but Jensen stayed where he was. "Mom?" he called. He watched her turn towards him, looking happy and much younger than he remembered, her sundress a soft shade of yellow. "Do you love him?"

She had to think for a moment, remembering some of the things she and Rock had said to each other, done to each other, and then shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know," she answered honestly. "I think so."

It wasn't the answer he'd been expecting. He thought for sure, considering what she had taught him, that she would give him a resounding, "With all my heart!" As she turned back around and started down another aisle, Jensen decided that this fell under the old adage of wanting to give your child more than you ever had. Somehow, it fit.

Sighing, Jensen pushed the cart, following his mother down another aisle of the nearly-deserted grocery store.

Laying in bed, Jensen held the papers up to his face, fresh off the printer. He sighed, wriggling under the covers. He was still for only a moment more before he felt the need to move again, uncomfortable. He tried to read what was printed in black and white in front of him, but nothing was getting through. He'd not mentioned Rock to his mother again, and vice versa. Donna hadn't been any more forthcoming about the relationship, either. Jared, who apparently wasn't the only one that could see something was bothering him, finally took him aside and told him to knock it off.

"What?" Jensen had asked, almost wounded.

"You're acting like a spoiled rotten rich boy."

Hurt again, he'd looked up at Jared. "What?"

"So your Mom's fucking Rock," he had shrugged. "Better than that asshole that's your real father. Trust me. Rock's a hell of a lot more personable than Alan fucking Ackles."

With that, Jared had smacked Jensen's backside in reprimand -- hard -- and then walked away. Jensen knew he was right. And he hadn't really cared so much about his mother and Rock together. He wasn't sure what was making him feel so left out. So jealous.

After Jared's rather harsh reprimand, Jensen returned to the party and settled down. He zoned out of the conversation for a while, thinking about Jared. About Stevie. About Jared and Stevie. He supposed he could relate to how the man had felt. He didn't make too much of a fuss after that, and even got in on the laughing and story-telling. He knew he was doing right when he looked over at Jared and saw the man's smile, punctuated with an approving nod.

That still didn't help him concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing. He could count in hours how long it was until graduation day. And each time he did, he felt his stomach flip, butterflies making everything in it churn and threaten to break free.

Sighing again, Jensen put down the papers, resting them on his chest. "Ugh," he grumbled. "I give up."

From his place at the computer, Jared looked over at him. "What's wrong?"

"I'm incredibly ignorant, that's what's wrong," he told him.

Laughing, Jared shook his head, pushing away from the computer. "No, you're not," he corrected, stepping towards the bed. He crawled down atop it, moved on all fours towards Jensen. "What's wrong?" he asked again.

Jensen sighed once more. "I can't do this speech," he said. "I can't stand up there, at graduation, and say this crap. They'll think I got Valedictorian because I fucked the principal."

Jared's eyes flew open wider. "Did you?" he asked. "That cad."

He wanted to smile, he really did. But annoyance won over. "You're not helping," he nearly snapped. "I can't say this crap."

Jared picked up the papers, looking down at them. "What's wrong with it?" he asked. "You wrote it."

"Which is why I can't repeat it to the rest of the world. It sucks."

Setting the papers back down on Jensen's chest, Jared shook his head again, seemingly disappointed in him. "You just don't want to," he corrected.

"Yeah, well," Jensen huffed. "That, too."

Hand sliding over Jensen's chest, underneath the discarded speech, Jared grinned. He watched Jensen squirm slightly uncomfortably at the raw skin-on-skin feel upon the newish tattoo. The look of annoyance faded somewhat as Jared found the bar peirced through Jensen's nipple.

"You're in a bad mood," Jared noted, sneaking in closer to plant wet, suckling kisses to Jensen's neck. "I know what will make you feel better."

Regardless of how Jared's fingers were working over his pierced nipple in slow, steady circles, Jensen's brow furrowed and he tried to move away from him. "I don't feel like it," he sulked.

Jared only smiled against Jensen's throat. He inched lower, his kisses becoming sharper with teeth added in again, tongue lapping away any pain caused. He was careful not to disturb the tattoo too much, not wanting to mar the unhealed flesh and ruin the ink. Instead, he crawled atop Jensen, straddled him and made his way to Jensen's pierced nipple, circling it once with his tongue, then twice for good measure, and a third time when he felt Jensen arch up to him just slightly. Closing his mouth around the nipple, he worked the bar with his tongue, suckling just enough to give a slight tug. Jensen didn't need or like as much pain as Jared did, but he didn't turn much of it away at the same time.

The speech was now resting at his throat, half-hiding Jared's head. Jensen reached for it, papers crumpling in his hand as he tossed them to the floor. Once the pages were gone, he reached for Jared, lacing his fingers through the unruly waves atop the man's head. He was careful at first, only nudging Jared's head. But when the man didn't move, Jensen became rougher, more insistent. He didn't want to be distracted. He wanted to sulk and get over it. Jared had other ideas, it seemed. Roughly, Jensen pulled Jared up to look at him.

In his eyes, Jared didn't have the look of a man who was trying to get away with something devious just to show Jensen up. Instead, he looked like a man under the influence of sex, his eyes darker than usual, pupils dilated. His mouth was open, lips slightly swollen and wet from lavishing attention on Jensen's skin. The look made Jensen's heart beat faster, and he had to take back the words that had almost spilled forward. He shook his head at Jared, glancing down to that perfect mouth. "I hate it when you do crap like this," he said, slightly breathless.

Jared slowly smiled at him, hovering, one hand planted at either side of Jensen's body. He didn't say anything in return, instead leaning in to roughly cover Jensen's mouth with his own, delving his tongue deep.

Kissed like that, with so much need and want, Jensen had no choice but to let his negativity fade away. He shivered underneath Jared, swore he almost melted into the sheets, which was something he always mocked in those ridiculous romance novels his mother used to read. Since meeting Jared, he understood. No one could be kissed that way and not react.

Jensen figured he must have been holding on too tightly when Jared took his hands from his hair, the longish strands pulling painfully as Jensen's fingers untangled. Jared said nothing about the pain, however, but when Jensen's hands were free, he interlocked their fingers and curled Jensen's arms up over his head. Forcefully pinning him there. Demanding. Such possessiveness made Jensen shiver again, chills sparking everywhere in his nerves. Every inch of Jared's body, all taut muscle and warm skin, was touching Jensen's. Even through their flimsy clothes, Jensen could feel the heat coming off of Jared's body in waves. He arched up against him, wanting, needing more. The eagles they each bore grappled for dominance on heaving chests, already slick with a thin film of sweat.

Almost too quickly for Jensen to adjust, Jared was gone, his mouth leaving a hot, burning trail down the line of Jensen's midriff, wasting no time. Jensen's thin pajama pants were suddenly gone. He wanted to be confused, wondering how Jared had slipped them off without him knowing. But he also knew Jared. The man had ways he couldn't begin to comprehend. Jensen's jaw went slack, his eyes drifting closed instead, as Jared took him into his mouth, moving fast and deep, already knowing the kind of need he'd coaxed Jensen into. To try and keep himself in check -- which was almost futile when it came to making love to Jared -- Jensen clutched at the pillow behind his head, fingers clawing and threatening to tear the linen. Legs spread wide, Jensen looked down to find his knees crooked, his hips flexing to Jared's movements. He watched himself let go of the pillow, reach down and take hold of Jared's head, his hands keeping the man steady as he pumped in and out of that hot mouth. Shuddering, Jensen forced himself to pull Jared away.

Dragging his mouth back up Jensen's body, Jared kissed him again. As he did, he blindly reached for the condoms and lube. He felt another hand searching with him, Jensen's long, inked arm brushing up against his. Opening his eyes, Jared found Jensen already looking at him.

"Please," Jensen said amidst the kiss, his lips brushing up against Jared's. "I need to."

It wasn't often that Jensen asked for such a thing. And Jared certainly wasn't adverse to it. Swallowing against a dry throat, he nodded and helped Jensen with the condom and lube. He slipped out of his own shorts, tossing them to the floor. When everything was taken care of, Jared rolled onto his belly, angled across the bed, propped up on his elbows.

Kneeling on the mattress, Jensen watched Jared open his legs and invite him closer. His heart hammered in his chest each time he saw this. It wasn't often that Jensen took Jared, not because he didn't want to. In all honesty, it just rarely worked out that way. Jared had always been a leader, and until Jensen had been exposed to him, he'd been more of a follower. Now, however, he was thankful -- so damn thankful -- that Jared had taught him how to take the reins when he wanted to.

Slow. Easy. That's what his plan had been. But when his nerves, already raw and screaming for more, felt that first beautiful push into total slick heat, Jensen couldn't stop himself. Hovering over Jared, he pressed moaning, wanton kisses to the man's inked back. He thrust hard, one hand clamped to Jared's hips, voice vibrating against his spine.

Reaching back with one hand, Jared encouraged Jensen to thrust harder, more, faster, goddamnit until both of them were crying out, shuddering violently against each other, muscles straining with release.

Jared quieted before Jensen did, the latter moving his hips shallowly only a few more times before giving one last shudder and then collapsing. He was only vaguely aware of Jared moving, squirming out from underneath him. He felt skilled fingers slip the condom off of him, heard it drop into the trash bin beside the bed. But his eyes wouldn't open. His heart pounded in his chest, blood rushing in his ears. He could feel his pulse throbbing in his stomach, lower.

A soft kiss seemed to rouse him from his drugged state. The sounds their lips made against each others was wet, comfortable. Jensen moaned and forced his eyes open. Jared was hovering over him -- when had he rolled onto his back? He couldn't remember.

"Feel better?"

Jensen smiled. That stupid, giddy, I'm-so-fucking-high smile, his eyelids drooping. "Yes, you bastard," he said. "I hate you."

Jared laughed, just as loud and boisterously as usual. He flopped down on his own side of the bed and sighed. Love and hate were interchangable at this moment in time, he knew. And he adored that it was him that brought that out in Jensen. "Backatchya," he agreed.

Chris had shown up at Jensen's place while he was getting ready, which was a surprise. Jensen had expected him to be at home, being fussed over by his own parents and stressing about the day to come. But he hadn't looked even remotely worried, and told Jensen that he had a gift for him. An early congratulations on what Chris was sure would be a great speech.

"Chris, don't. You've not even heard it yet. Believe me, it's not great."

"Shut up. It will be. Here." He handed Jensen a small blue box and Jensen's brow furrowed in confusion as he opened the lid. Inside was a St. Christopher medal on a fine silver chain and he found himself having to swallow past a lump in his throat as he lifted it out. He knew it was down to tiredness that he was feeling so emotional, but he curled the chain around his fingers and then threw his arms around Chris, hugging him tightly in gratitude. "I know you've got a hell of a journey ahead of you," Chris said, when he let him go. "And I hope that helps to keep you safe for every moment of it."

"Jensen!" Now his mother was calling him and he quickly finished fastening his tie and pulled on his suit jacket. There was about an hour to go before he would be sat out in the sunshine, awaiting the time where he had to be up on the podium. An hour to go and he had to leave any minute and still there was no sign of Jared. Jeffrey had warned him that Jared had planned to be busy in the morning, but that he'd promised he'd make it to the ceremony. It felt like that very first time he had wanted Jared to be there for him, back at the swim meet. He'd made it then, but today felt different.

"Should I call him?" Jensen asked, as he went out into the kitchen where the rest of his family were sat.

"Honey, it'll be all right. He'll be there. You know he wouldn't miss it."

Jensen shook his head. "I don't know. He said last night that he didn't want to make me more nervous about this by being there. What if Dad shows up?"

"Then he'll see how well you've done." Josh stepped up to his younger brother and took hold of his shoulders, steadying him. "Jensen. Stop panicking. You'll be fine."

"Easy for you to say. You don't ever have to do this again."

"No, that's right. Because I've already done it, so believe me when I say I know what I'm talking about. You will be fine."

Jensen nodded, sighing.

It was the perfect day for it and within half an hour, Jensen felt like he was utterly drenched in sweat. He wanted to rip off the stupid gown and go find a pool to skinny-dip in, but he knew he couldn't. He looked back at where his mom and Rock were sat together, with Kenzie, Josh and Cathy on one side, and Jeffrey and Stevie on the other. Jensen felt pleased and proud that so many of the people closest to him had shown up to hear his speech, but he still wished that the one person who was missing would just show up already. He wanted Jared there. He didn't know if he would feel able to do his speech without him.

The ceremony seemed to drag for him, only because he wanted to get it over and done with. His mom hadn't mentioned the graduation party again and he wasn't sure what was going on after he graduated. He assumed that they would go back to Jeff's and get nicely drunk, and then Jared would take him to bed after everyone had gone and give him the best fuck of his life. Or pretty high-ranking, at least. That's what he hoped for, anyway.

When his name was finally called, he made his way to the stage on shaky legs. Looked around and caught sight of his father at the back of all the rows of seats. He stopped when he saw him, and a couple of people looked round to see what he was staring at. Alan nodded at him, then turned and headed away, leaving Jensen at the front of a crowd of impatient people who all wanted his speech to be over with as much as he did. He took his place and looked out at everyone, swallowing back the dry feeling in his throat. He was about to start speaking when he heard it. People were looking round again, but this time for a different reason. The sound of a bike's engine was unmistakable, although Jensen didn't think it was the Suicycle. The thought was confirmed when the Harley came into view, and Jared pulled up between some of the cars parked near the side of where everyone was sat and cut the engine.

The silence was sudden and Jared raised a hand and gave Jensen a quick wave, before heading to the empty seat that had been saved for him next to Jeffrey. Jensen breathed out as he watched Jared tug his helmet off, and then he felt his nerves start to dissipate. Finally, he was ready.

"To my fellow graduates I offer congratulations for your achievement today. This diploma is a culmination of all our hard work as well as a step forward to our future studies.

"With this diploma we find a world opened up to us, chances and possibilities down any path we choose to take. We find a world in which we can use every lesson we have learned, both personal and general. Lessons of responsiblity, acceptance and conscientiousness. Every lesson that we need to see us through the coming academic challenges and everything that we might face in our futures are lessons that we have been taught by this school, and by each other.

"I have learned a lot the past few months, I know that. I have learned to be more confident, less self-deprecating. I have learned that strength doesn't have to be a physical thing and that everyone has their own boundaries of acceptance and their own definition of it. I have been on the receiving end of narrow-mindedness and it has taught me that this is something I don't ever want to be. I hope that none of you ever have to face this, but that if you do you will have the confidence, the will and the determination to overcome it.

"There are so many people to thank for helping us to where we are today. On behalf of everyone here, I would like to thank our professors and sports coaches for making sure that we didn't give up and for being there for advice and encouragement whenever we have needed it. On a personal note I would like to thank my parents for shaping my career and making sure that I would work as hard as I needed to in order to achieve it." Here he stopped, looking down at the podium for a moment. He hadn't wanted to mention his father, but he knew that Alan had played a part and that his role needed acknowledgement. He swallowed, then continued.

"I would like to thank my best friend, Chris Kane, whose support helped me through difficult times. I would like to thank Jeff and Stevie Morgan, for being there for me as much as I needed them to be. And..." He stopped again. Looked up at the rows of faces. "I would like to thank Jay, for teaching me more about myself than I have ever learned from anyone else. For loving me and knowing me.

"Again, to all of you, I offer my praise and admiration for your hard work and your accomplishments that have brought you here. I wish you luck, happiness and good fortune in all your future pursuits. Thank you."

His mom had been crying, of course. His speech had been over for only a couple of minutes, but he could see that her mascara had run a little and that her eyes were still slightly puffy. Jeffrey clapped a hand on his shoulder and told him that his speech had been just fine. Just right.

"Great," he said, his voice shaking. "Does that mean I can go get drunk now?"

"No way," Jared told him, as he came up behind him and wrapped an arm around his waist.

"What do you mean, 'no way'?"

"I mean, no way. We're leavin'."

Jensen's mouth opened, and he looked around at his mom and Jeff, who were both grinning at him. "Where are we going?" He asked, as his mom started digging around in her purse. She handed him an envelope and leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

"We were going to have this great party for you, but then Jared came up with his own idea. So that's all the money we would have spent on the band.. Sorry, the hookers, and a little extra from me and Jeff and Stevie."

"Mom, I don't need this. Kenzie and you-"

"Jensen. Take it. It's for you."

Jared moved around him, leaned in to press a soft kiss to his mouth. Distracted, Jensen let him, looking at the money that was now in his hands. "What do we need all this for?" He asked, looking to Jared.

"You and me are going on a trip," came the answer. "The bags are packed and on the bike, so we're ready to go right now."

"Go where?" Jensen asked again. "And how long are we going for?"

"Wherever the road takes us," Jared handed him his helmet and leather jacket. "And for however long it takes."

THE END

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