Smoke & Lightning: Born To Be Wild (2/?)
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Title: Smoke And Lightning: Born To Be Wild (2/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 4,436
Summary: AU. They're born to be wild. At least, Jared is. Jensen's learning, though, and this road-trip that they're on will teach him plenty of lessons. It's a good thing, too, because he'll need what he's learnt when they return and venture onto an altogether more serious step in their relationship. Trust is a major aspect for the both of them and Jensen's will be tested to breaking point as the boys learn how they'll cope together on the road...and off it.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
Note: I would just like to say that the picture in the new banner that looks like cross-stitch IS cross-stitch and the design was made for me by the wonderful miniminkie! It fits these boys so well! :D
ALSO. Please check out the last post for a new soundtrack for this book! Complete with another gorgeous cover from bloody_adorable and some pretty awesome tracks, it's the first of our multi-media add-ons for Born To Be Wild.
CHAPTER TWO
For some reason, Jensen expected things to happen. He expected them to be bad. Left and right. Constantly. He expected to be calling Jeffrey from jail, asking for bail-out money.
But nothing happened.
For the next two days they drove down a dusty, lonely stretch of road that seemed to never end. When they stopped to eat, to get gas, or to stretch their legs, Jensen complained of being rather saddle sore.
"Hey," Jared shrugged. "You're the one who wanted to find route sixty-six."
Jensen frowned at him. He had found the Route 66 brochure at the information desk at their first hotel. He'd thought it looked fun to travel down such an historic stretch of road. He'd been pretty excited about the idea, and even read the brochure to Jared. "Perhaps the most compelling reason to follow route sixty-six is to experience the road’s ingrained time line of contemporary America. Before it was called route sixty-six, and long before it was even paved in ninteen-twenty-six, this corridor was traversed by the National Old Trails Highway, one of the country’s first transcontinental highways. For three decades before and after World War two--"
"Wow, I've never wanted to hurt you more," Jared had declared, interrupting him.
"What?" he'd asked, innocently. "I'm just telling you what it says here."
"Why do they have to make it so boring?" Jared had said. "No one cares about that shit."
"You should," Jensen had told him. "It's part of history."
He had looked at Jensen, blinking. "Jen, no one cares," he'd repeated. "That's why it's history."
"Fine." He'd put the brochure aside, disappointed.
Sighing, Jared had picked it back up again. "I didn't say we wouldn't go," he'd explained. "I just don't care about all this crap. If you want to go because it'll be fun, fine. But I'm not going so I can learn shit."
Jensen had smiled at that, agreeing. Now, he was regretting the decision. "I just thought it would be a nice ride, man," he said. "I didn't know you were going to try to go all the freakin' way in one day."
Laughing, Jared reached for him, pulling him closer to the bike. "Alright, prince-ass," he chuckled. "Hop on and we'll spend the rest of the day in a motel, alright?"
Grumbling, Jensen got on the back of the bike again, donning his helmet. "That's not gonna help my ass either," he said.
Jared took Jensen to the very first motel he saw, paid for a room and dropped him off. He left him there and went in search of some dinner for them. When he returned, he found Jensen freshly showered, shaved and relaxing in just the cheap white hotel towel. Carrying two big drinks and two big bags of fast food into the room, Jared kicked the door closed again with his foot. "Dude," he grinned. "There's a sight to come back to."
Jensen just rolled his eyes at him, holding out a hand for one of the bags. "What'd you get?"
Jared moved closer, handing over one of the bags. "Burgers and fries," he told him. "Apple pie, too."
"Mm, pie? I love you."
While Jensen rummaged around in the bag, Jared leaned down and placed a kiss to Jensen's wet hair, the ends of which were still light blonde from Dani's second attempt at bleaching. He sat down on the bed next to him and dug into his own food. There was something to be said for greasy burgers, salty fries, fizzy Coke, and warm apple pie after a long day's ride. As they ate, they watched some documentary on TV, something about the ancient city of Rome, buried deep underground. Regardless of how dry the narrator was, Jared found himself interested in the show. He and Jensen talked during commercials, which was when Jared told him that there was a reason they were pushing on early in the morning. Jared had a place he wanted to see, a place that Jeffrey had taken him to just after Mom had died, and he wanted to see it again.
After finishing the Burger King meal, Jared flipped the channels on the television, stopping when he saw something familiar. Moe, Larry and Curly bounced across the television screen in nostalgic shades of gray. Laughing, Jared looked over at Jensen. Quickly, his laughter stopped when he found Jensen sleeping soundly, curled on his side. He looked at him for a moment or two, the frolicing Stooges forgotten about for the time being. Standing from the mattress he leaned over Jensen, resting his hand at the young man's head. "Jen?" he said softly. "Jen."
Breath hitching in his throat, Jensen opened his eyes and looked up at him.
"Get under the covers," Jared told him.
"I'm okay," he returned. He looked around the room, as if confused.
Jared chuckled. "You're tired as hell," he said. "Come on. Get into bed."
It wasn't even nine o'clock yet, but Jensen couldn't hold his eyes open any longer. He crawled under the covers, relinquishing the towel, and was asleep again in seconds. Jared turned off one of the two lamps in the room and lowered the volume on the television. Eventually, he would join Jensen. But not until after he got a good dose of the Stooges.
"Shit."
Jared turned, straddling the bike. "What's wrong?"
Sighing, Jensen looked at him, turning to show Jared the leg of his jeans, a black smudge slashing across his calf. "Must've been from when we stopped last," he said. "Ugh, this is my last pair of clean jeans. We need to do laundry."
They'd been riding all day and the sun had long since set. Jared wasn't tired, and wanted to push on just a little further. They had stopped all during the day, looking at this and that, being tourist-like with other things. They wouldn't reach the ranch in time if he didn't keep up. "Well, come on," he said. "We'll find a place and do some quick."
Even though he was skeptical, Jensen swung his leg over the back of the bike. "And where are you going to find a laundromat open at this hour?"
Jared grinned. "We're just about in Amarillo," he said. "There's twenty-four hour places there."
He didn't believe him. Still, Jensen settled in for the ride into the city. As they rode he looked to the sky where the moon sat low, the color of skin. Skin that Jensen could feel radiating heat underneath Jared's clothes.
With amazing swiftness Jared found a nearly-deserted laundromat. To one side of it was a video store, lit up but not very busy. To the other side was an old rundown boxing gym, windows dark. New paint was on the glass, declaring "Tamlin Tanaka's Kickboxing."
It was Tuesday night, so the streets weren't as packed as they would have been on a Friday or Saturday. The bike rumbled to a stop. Jensen was the first to hop off, while Jared lingered long enough to remove his helmet. He secured it and Jensen's to the bike, then removed the saddlebags. He smiled at Jensen while they made their way into the place. The clerk barely looked up from her book. Jared chose a washer that was away from the only other person in the place. The woman had headphones on, and was staring down at her laptop screen. She didn't pay any attention to them, only tapping her flip-flop in time with the music she listened to. She had wedged herself into a small cubby of sorts, so when Jared turned the corner, he was pleased to see they had the rest of the place to themselves.
They opted to do all of their laundry in one load, both a money and time saver.
"What about my jeans?" Jensen asked.
"Pop 'em in, big boy," Jared said, gesturing to the washer.
"And wear what?"
Jared reached into the bag and pulled out one of the motel's thin white towels.
Stunned, Jensen took it from him. "You stole the motel towels?"
Jared shrugged. "Sue me," he said. "But they're coming in handy now, aren't they?"
"I'm not sitting here, dressed in only a towel."
"Why not?"
"It's... Because I'm not."
"Jen," he almost sighed. "This is fucking Amarillo. The city. I can guarantee you they've seen worse."
Jensen stared at him for a moment, before finally giving in. "Ugh." Jensen shook his head at him, but wrapped the towel around his waist, securing it in a strong fold. He unfastened his jeans and pulled them down, quickly followed by his socks. "Happy?"
Jared held out his hands. "Skivvies, too."
Eyes narrowing, Jensen shook his head. "I hate you."
Jared laughed and waited. Finally, Jensen gave up the boxer briefs he'd been wearing, then moved over to a bench to sit and sulk. Jared stripped down in the same fashion, knotting the towel around his waist. After putting in a whole box of soap from the machine, he set the washer to run and moved over to join Jensen.
"Sixteen minutes," he said. "Then we'll pop them in the dryer. Good as new."
Jensen met his eyes for only a moment, then looked away.
"Oh, come on," Jared laughed. He reached out to him and yanked him to his feet so they stood almost nose to nose. "You're just mad because I'm compromising your principles."
"You do that so often."
Jared didn't take offense. He chucked Jensen under the chin, then leaned in for a kiss. But Jensen wasn't feeling especially friendly. He turned his face away, avoiding Jared's lips. Jared smiled and took Jensen's ear into his mouth instead. His hands rested at the towel, fingers curling around Jensen's sides, pulling him in closer. He nipped at the lobe, nosed it aside to plant a kiss behind it.
He wanted to be mad. Embarrassed. But when Jared's tongue slid up the shell of his ear, Jensen's eyes drifted closed and he shivered. He suddenly didn't care about the two lone women in the laundromat. He reached up, took a hold of Jared's face and covered the man's mouth with his own.
Blindly, Jared guided Jensen backwards, pushing him up against a wall of empty dryers. He kissed him slowly and passionately, tasting blueberry pie and coffee from their last stop. He felt Jensen's hands gliding up and down his back, fingers digging in just enough to leave slight red marks on Jared's skin. He smiled amidst the kiss and pulled Jensen's arms from around his midriff. He pushed them up, fingers tracing the lines of the Koi tattoo that ran underneath his one arm, and the lines of a newer tattoo on the opposite side. Jensen bent his elbows, but left his arms pressed up against the wall of dryers. He watched Jared inch back just enough to look at him. Instead of kissing him again, Jared set his lips to the lines of tattoos on his arms, tracing them with his tongue and teeth.
After the washing was done, they had a little less than an hour to continue with their kissing and petting. It had been a long time since they'd done that, just make-out for the hell of it. It seemed like, at the moment, they rode the bike, got a room, had sex, rode the bike, got a room, had sex. And Jensen was a fan of the sex, that was true. But the quiet time of exploring each other in the laundromat was something noteworthy. Something beautiful and perfect.
Fastening his jeans carefully around his erection, Jensen took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm himself. They still had to find a motel -- and a cheap one at that. Once they found a place, he wanted to take all night with Jared.
"Ready?"
Jensen turned as he tugged his T-shirt over his head. "Yeah," he agreed. He grabbed his jacket and followed Jared out of the laundromat.
"I know a place around here," Jared told him as they packed up the bike again. "Grab some dogs and fries, and then we'll find a motel."
"Sounds good to me."
The place that Jared took them to was named "The Snack Shack," and was mostly populated by people that wanted ice cream sundaes and banana splits. Jensen sat down at one of the picnic tables, while Jared ordered them each two hotdogs, fries and a Coke. He loaded both hotdogs up with mustard and then doused the fries with ketchup before carrying the whole tray over to the picnic table.
Settling into his meal, Jensen glanced over at Jared. "How'd you know this place was here?"
Jared took a few minutes to chew at the massive bite of hotdog in his mouth. He shrugged and reached for some of his ketchup-laden fries. "Jeff took me here," he finally answered.
Jensen blinked. "Jeff just randomly took you hundreds of miles away from home for a dog and fries?"
Jared winked at him. "Never underestimate the power of a good dog." He raised his hotdog to him before taking another healthy bite. He knew Jensen was serious and settled down, chewing thoughtfully before swallowing. He shrugged again and looked around. "Nah, we had to come here one time for Mom. The doctors thought the specialists here could help her. While she was in treatment, Jeff and me bummed around the city for a while."
Jensen swallowed his bite of food with a little more difficulty. "Is this where she died?"
Jared shook his head. "Nah, she died at home," he said. "But we were here for a couple weeks before they told us it was a lost cause. Jeff took me sight seeing. Took me to where I'm taking you."
"Where are you taking me?"
Jared smiled. "You'll see."
Once the meal was over, Jensen went back up to the counter to get two more drinks to bring to their hotel room.
While Jensen waited in line to order, Jared thought about his Mom. He had timed it right, and he was in Amarillo at the same time that he had been so many years ago. He hadn't taken the trip in quite some time. For awhile, after Mom had died, he and Jeff would make the trip a yearly thing. Then, life happened, and Jared went bad. The trips stopped. Jared didn't feel sad, as he thought he was going to. He felt pretty damn good, actually.
From the beginning, Jared had been meaning to bring Jensen to his and Jeff's former vacation spot. He hadn't been planning the Route 66 trip, but it was all working out so well. He smiled and nodded his head when Jensen turned around to look at him, still waiting in line.
A clan of bikers rumbled through the city streets. Jared heard them coming from a long ways away, regardless of the city buzz, and looked for them, hoping they would at least pass by. he guessed his luck was in as they pulled into the parking lot of the Snack Shack. They were all older, most older than Jeffrey, with leather, chains and tattoos. Some were single and some were with tattooed and leather-clad women. They all spied at Jared's bike, and then, as if by some kind of biker radar, they saw him sitting at one of the Shack's picnic tables.
Jared nodded to them. One of the men, an older man with a white beard and a skullcap on his head, neared him. Jared was momentarily reminded of Chuck, but this man had none of the same evil in his eyes. "Hey, man," he greeted.
"What's up, brother?" He reached out to Jared, shaking his hand. "Randy."
"Jared."
"That's one hell of a sweet ride, brother," Randy said, making himself at home. The rest of the clan was at the Shack, deciding what they wanted.
"Thanks," Jared smiled. "Heard you guys rolling in. Looks like you got a good crew with you."
Randy reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a flimsy pack of cigarettes. He offered one to Jared, then lit his own when Jared refused. "Yeah, we got some old farts with us," he chuckled, "but we're all pretty solid. What about you?"
"Just me and Jen," Jared said, nodding in Jensen's general direction.
Randy turned and looked at the people in line. There was only one other seriously tattooed kid there. "He your brother?"
Jared didn't answer verbally. Instead, he just turned and looked at Randy, meeting the man's grey eyes.
Eyebrows arching, Randy nodded. "Ah," he said, understanding. "Seriously? I wouldn't have pegged you as... You know."
Jared smiled.
"Alright. I hear ya."
"You can not hear me," he told him. "If you want."
"Why would I do that?"
Jared shrugged. "Last clan I was with didn't take to it too well."
Randy smiled brightly, smoke pouring from his nose and mouth. "We ain't your last clan," he reminded him.
Jared nodded, glancing in Jensen's direction. "Good," he said.
"So what's your story?" Randy asked, flicking ashes off the end of his cigarette.
Jared smiled again. "Road trip," he continued. "We're rolling down route sixty-six after we stop off somewhere."
"No shit," Randy grinned. "That's where we're heading. Where do you have to stop off?"
"Cadillac Ranch."
"Well, god damn," he laughed. "I ain't been there in years." He leaned in closer to Jared, smelling of leather, smoke and the open air. "Tell you what. Why don't you and your friend ride with us for awhile? We ain't going the whole sixty-six way, but you're welcome to tag along if you'd like."
"Yeah?"
Randy nodded. "Yeah."
Jared smiled even brighter. "Okay."
The ride to the motel was only another twenty minutes, through the city and on the other side. The lot of them took up the rest of the rooms, and the motel owner had to light the NO VACANCY sign.
Jared was the first into the room. He tossed his and Jensen's helmets onto one of the queen-sized beds and headed for the bathroom. He turned on the water, flushed the toilet, then moved back out into the main room.
"What's all that about?" Jensen asked, closing the door and setting the privacy chain.
"Making sure everything works," he answered. "I've been in enough roach motels to know they'll cheat you out of a shower and a shit if they can."
"Lovely."
In a flash, Jared's long legs closed the distance between him and Jensen, and he reached out to him. Hands at Jensen's hips, he forcibly spun the man around, pushed him up against the door.
There was a loud clatter. Amidst the sound of two bodies hitting the cheap, wooden door, there was Jensen's surprised "oof" accompanying the sudden ruckus. He felt his body pinned to the door, Jared's thigh forced between his. Jared ground his hips hard against Jensen's, pressing in further to kiss him, brutal and demanding. Jensen's breath caught in his throat when he felt Jared's hands clamp around his wrists, pushing his arms up over his head and holding him down against the motel room door.
Jensen had no choice but to go along with what Jared was doing. And regardless of the discomfort, of the start his heart had been given, Jensen's body responded to him. He arched up against Jared's body, matched the movement of his hips and struggled for breath amidst the kiss.
Jared twisted both of Jensen's wrists into one of his hands, using his free hand to push up underneath the hem of the young man's shirt. Nimble fingers stroked and curled around the one pierced nipple on Jensen's chest. He mumbled against Jensen's mouth, not pulling back when he spoke, letting his words become muffled and hard to understand as he kept kissing him. "There are so many fucking cheap motel rooms like this along route sixty-six," he managed.
Jensen tried to work out of his hold just a little bit, to lessen the pressure, to try to get a cool breath of air, but Jared was immovable.
"I am going," he continued, his fingers still working underneath Jensen's shirt, "to christen all of them with you. Make you come in every one of them. Wake up all the other sleeping customers."
Jensen was pretty sure Jared meant every word. And ideas flashed through his own mind, of things past that they had done, of what possibilities lay ahead. But he thought of the clan that were in all the other rooms around them. "What about the others?"
Jared shook his head. "They're not invited," he grinned. "You're all mine."
Jensen closed his eyes when Jared kissed him again, hard and bruising. He pushed against him, but not in desire as he had before. He wrenched out of the man's hold and backed him away, holding him at arms length.
"What?" Jared asked, confused.
"Just... Give me a minute," Jensen breathed.
Jared waited, watching Jensen swallow hard, catch his breath. He smiled and stepped closer to him again, only to feel Jensen push him back to where he was.
"What do you want?" Jared asked, frustrated.
"Shh," Jensen hushed.
Taking a deep breath, Jared tried to suppress the sigh that threatened to follow. He stood where Jensen had placed him, watching the young man. His need hadn't faded in the slightest. His plans for the evening still entailed getting Jensen naked, maybe even into the shower to have a little fun. Jensen seemed to have different ideas. Or rather, a different way to get there.
Moving slowly, Jensen stepped closer to Jared. His gaze flitted across the man's face, as if trying to memorize each mole, each wrinkle. When he was close enough to feel Jared's body heat rolling off of him in waves, he carefully, almost timidly set his lips to Jared's.
Jared watched him. He opened his mouth to the kiss, letting his eyes drift closed. He let Jensen kiss him for a moment before deepening the embrace. Jensen didn't want him to, however, and backed away. Jared opened his eyes and looked down at him, finally understanding. Jensen was ready, willing and able, but he didn't want something rough and bruising this time. He wanted slow, careful tenderness.
Jensen set his hands at Jared's waist. His thumbs crept underneath the hem of Jared's shirt, grazing across warm, soft skin. His hands, arms, body seemed to have a mind of their own, and soon, Jensen's palms had slipped up Jared's tattooed skin, to the nipple rings he knew were there. He had a sudden need to feel the rings against his tongue, to hear the clack of his teeth against them, to taste the cool metal against Jared's sweat-lathered skin. He looked up into Jared's eyes and kissed him again, more passionate this time.
Jared felt a gentle nudge to his chest, pushing him back. He let Jensen guide him until he felt the mattress to one of the queen-sized beds touch the back of his knees. He turned the young man, pushing the leather biker jacket off of his shoulders. He took his own off, dropping it onto the floor beside Jensen's. Still keeping Jensen in his arms, Jared lowered him down to the thin blankets, mouths still pressed together. Jensen lifted himself up off of the mattress enough to get his shirt off, where it was tossed across the motel room, and laid back again.
Hovering over him, Jared knew that Jensen wanted slow and easy, but he couldn't help himself, nipping at the young man's neck, using his teeth on Jensen's ear. He felt Jensen clutching at his T-shirt, balling the fabric up in his fist. He lowered his head to let Jensen take the shirt from him before he pressed the flat of his tongue to the one nipple ring on Jensen's chest. He suckled at the ring, pulling it into his mouth for just a moment. Then, he worked his way down Jensen's midriff, suggestively dipping his tongue into his belly button. Jensen watched him, lifting his hips off the mattress and popping the button on his jeans. Jared tugged them off, along with the boxers, tossed them over his shoulder, and went down to his knees. He curled his arms around Jensen's thighs and yanked him closer, coming close to shearing his skin against the cheap motel sheets.
Swearing under his breath, Jensen propped himself up on his elbows so that he could watch Jared, draped his legs over the man's shoulders and let his mouth fall open when he felt Jared's warm tongue slip up the length of his cock. It amazed him, the things Jared could do to him, bring out in him. He wanted so much at once. He wanted more of Jared's mouth on him, more heat, more wet, more of Jared's slick fingers, probing into dark places that held blissful secrets. He wanted to feel Jared against his body, feel the pulsing of the other man's blood against his lips, taste salt and smell sex.
Jared raised himself up off his knees. With one push to Jensen's shoulder, he made the man lean back against the covers to relax. One hand at either side of Jensen's body, Jared hovered, opening his mouth and letting Jensen's cock slide all the way back to his throat. He loved the reaction he always got when he did that. Every muscle in Jensen's body tensed, his back arched and his legs fell open a little wider. He reached down and twisted his fingers through Jared's hair, pulling him in for more, deeper. Jared gave him what he wanted only a few more times, then pulled away to nip at Jensen's hip, trace his tongue up along his side up to his pierced nipple again.
Jensen pulled him up, kissing him hard and desperately, so contrary to what he'd wanted previously. Jared smiled amidst the kiss. He loved that Jensen's previous idea of slow and gentle was close to being tossed out the window, that it was him that could make Jensen so desperate. He took Jensen's hands from his hair, interlocked their fingers. He rested against him, bare chest to bare chest, to pin him to the mattress. "Shh," he said, lips brushing Jensen's. "Slow." He spoke in a soft, relaxed, hushed tone. "Easy."
Jensen nodded. He'd started to let himself lose control, lose focus.
"We have all night," Jared whispered. He brushed his lips against Jensen's again, kissing him slowly, deeply. "And I plan on making use of every minute."
--TBC--