Smoke & Lightning: Born To Be Wild (5/?)
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Title: Smoke And Lightning: Born To Be Wild (5/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 3,516
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.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jensen didn't think he'd ever felt so ill, or so stupid. He'd woken up about forty minutes after he'd passed out and promptly ran to the bathroom, hugging the toilet bowl as he threw the lid back just in time to heave up his stomach contents. The smell made him retch again and he vomited out an encore. A couple of moments later, the bathroom light flickered on and there was a large, warm hand on his back and a soothing voice by his ear. He winced at the light, but leaned back into the touch and closed his eyes.
Jared reached across him, pulling him back a little bit as he flushed the contents of the toilet down. He knelt down behind Jensen and pulled the younger man back into his lap. "Any better?" He asked.
Jensen moaned something incoherent, since he didn't think his tongue was working any more.
"You're an idiot, Jen."
He couldn't find it in himself to argue and simply nodded in agreement. He was an idiot. And Jared deserved some kind of medal for putting up with him, for getting him out of trouble yet again, and for checking up on him when he should be laughing at him because he was such an ass. Maybe not a medal. Maybe just a blowjob. Jensen moved giving Jared a blowjob to the top of his list of priorities. Mentally titled it 'shit to do when I don't feel like my brain's trying to jackhammer its way out of my skull'. He felt his stomach churn again and apparently Jared was psychic or something, because he moved Jensen forward seconds before he threw up a third time.
It was going to be a long night.
Jensen had finally stopped being sick and passed out again at around three in the morning. He'd been half aware of Jared carrying him back to his bed and getting him under the covers and he remembered being disappointed but not surprised when Jared took the other bed. He wouldn't have wanted to sleep with himself either. He woke at eleven, realizing with a panic that he was alone. He got out of bed, narrowly avoiding getting tangled in the sheets and falling on his ass, and stumbled to look out the window. The bike wasn't there, either. Jared's stuff was still in the room, but he had gone out somewhere.
Trying not to worry, Jensen went into the bathroom and found that Jared had left him a pack of Tylenol and a bottle of still water. He downed a couple of the pills and set the water going for a shower. He reeked of sweat, vomit and alcohol, and he wanted nothing more than to clean up. Before Jared got back was preferable, because at least if he smelt like deodorant he might come off as a little bit less of an idiot.
He brushed his teeth while the shower heated up, then brushed them again for good measure. He left his clothes piled on the bathroom floor and stepped into the shower. He stayed in there for a long while, feeling the pounding in his head recede to a dull ache behind his eyes. He could cope with that. At least he wasn't feeling like the world was spinning any more. All that throwing up had taken care of that, he figured. Jensen washed his hair, then shaved at the sink, and finally wrapped a towel around his waist and went back out into the room to find some clean clothes. Thankful that he had a spare pair of jeans, he pulled them on and found a teeshirt wrinkled at the bottom of his bag. He heard the Harley pull up outside as he was threading his arms through the sleeves and he sat on the edge of his bed, still barefoot, until the door unlocked and Jared came in.
"You're up," Jared said, tossing the bike keys onto his bed.
"Yeah. Look, I'm sorry. For last night."
"Forget it."
"You're mad at me."
Jared gave him a look like he'd just stated the far-too-fucking obvious, and then got on his bed and settled back against the cushions. He lifted the TV remote and flicked the 'on' button and the room was suddenly filled with the familiar theme of Knight Rider. Jared snorted, but didn't change the station.
"So... I was kind of hoping you might bring fries," Jensen started. He shut up quick when Jared glared at him.
"Fresh out."
"C'mon, there must be a McDonald's somewhere in town."
"Nope."
"Did you look?" Jensen sounded desperate, even to himself, and he bit his lip.
"Nope." Jared reached inside his jacket, pulled out that day's newspaper. Jensen gave up, eased back until he was laid on the end of his bed, with his feet on the floor. Jared left the TV on, even as he opened up the paper and started to read. Jensen felt his headache creeping back.
"Can you turn that down, or off?" He asked, after another few minutes.
"Nope," Jared said, for the third time. Jensen wanted to throw something at him.
"Why the hell not?"
"Some of us don't have a fuckin' hangover. Some of us like listening to reruns of shitty 80s TV while we do the crossword. Hey, seven across. Five letters, needling sensation."
"Jay, come-"
"Never mind, I got it. Prick."
Frustrated, Jensen forced himself up into a sitting position and stared across at Jared. "What the hell do you want me to say? I'm sorry, Jay. All right? I'm sorry I behaved like such an ass last night. I'm sorry I got drunk and nearly got us into a fight we couldn't win. I'm sorry I ruined your night and I'm sorry that I kept you up half the night while my stomach lining vacated my damn body! I don't know what the hell else I'm supposed to say!"
Jared tossed the paper to one side and finally turned the TV set off. He looked like he wanted to say about a thousand things, but instead he grabbed his bike keys and got up again. "I'm going out."
"Jay.."
"Oh, don't worry. I'll be back soon enough. Just don't go anywhere."
Jensen wanted to ask how the hell he would go anywhere without Jared, but he didn't. He just watched Jared leave and eased himself off the bed to sit on the floor, staring at the door. His chest felt too tight to breathe and when his phone rang, loud and sudden, he almost felt like his heart had stopped. He reached across to the nightstand where his phone was merrily vibrating its way across the pine veneer every time it rang and flipped it open without even looking at the number.
"Jared, are you-"
"Hello, son."
Immediately his stomach dropped and the headache worsened. "Dad?"
"Your mother gave me your new number. She told me you're taking a trip with the Padal.. With Jared."
What's it to you? Jensen wanted to ask. "Yes," he said, instead. "We're taking a couple of days off right now. Why are you calling me?"
"To see how you were. To congratulate you on graduating and Valedictorian. To make you an offer."
Jensen's stomach twisted again. "I'm pretty sure I've had enough of your offers to last me a lifetime, Dad."
"Hear me out, Jensen. This is about your schooling, after the summer."
"I don't want your money-"
"I know that. You and your mother both made that clear enough already. You know I have plenty of good friends who are surgeons and doctors. Chiefs of staff at various hospitals. One of them asked me if you were still interested in a medical career. I told him yes, since I think you still are. He's offering to contribute to the cost of putting you through med-school in return for you going to learn and work at his hospital."
Jensen pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead, trying to take that in. "Dad, are you... Are you actually being helpful?"
He could almost hear Alan pursing his lips. "Believe it or not, son, I still care about your career. I just want you to be better than-"
"Than what? Than Jared? Jeffrey?"
His father sighed. "I was going to say 'better than the kind of man who puts his own resentments before his life's dreams.' This is still your dream, isn't it?"
Jensen swallowed, and his voice came out hoarse. "Yes. Yes, Dad, I still want to be a doctor. You know I do."
"Then shall I take him up on the offer? He'll want to interview you beforehand. Make sure you won't be a waste of money. I know that you won't, but it is his money, so.."
"Dad, it's fine. I'll do it."
"He'll probably want to see you before school starts up again. Towards the start of August, I should think. I don't know how long this trip of yours is supposed to last, but promise me you will be there if I say yes to him."
Jensen considered it. They were already a week into July and they were making very slow progress between their stops, but he figured they could make the beach for a day or two and then travel back so he could be ready for this interview. "I'll be there."
"I'll let you know the details as soon as I find out. Enjoy your trip, Jensen."
And with that, he hung up.
It was another hour that passed before Jared returned. Jensen had got back up onto his bed and was watching cartoons, massaging his left foot absently while he did. He flinched to the side when Jared tossed a paper bag at him and then looked up in confusion when he spotted the 'Burger King' logo on the side of it.
"What's this?"
"Peace offering," Jared answered, sitting down to tug his boots off. That was good, Jensen thought. Meant he was staying this time. "I got you the whole shebang, so you better appreciate it."
Jensen pulled the bag into his lap and opened it up, feeling his mouth water at the smells that were released. He moaned in anticipation of the meal and looked up to find Jared smiling at him. "Thank you," he told him, feeling meek. "I do appreciate it." Jared shrugged. "Are we okay now?"
"We're always okay. I guess being kept awake half the night and then getting up and scrubbing tequila or whatever the fuck that was out of the carpet isn't my idea of a good time. Kinda makes a guy grumpy."
"Oh," Jensen replied, remembering the failed attempt at a blowjob from the night before. "Sorry."
Jared said nothing, just sat back against his pillows and opened up his own bag of food. Jensen watched him for a moment or two, until he looked up and then smiled, patting the bed beside him. "C'mon, get over here."
He didn't need telling twice. Jared shifted, opening his legs so that Jensen could sit between them. They fitted together easily and left the cartoons playing in the background while they both ate, Jensen holding up fries above his shoulder and Jared snapping them out of his fingers. When they were done they had greasy hands and their lips were dotted with salt and ketchup. Jensen turned slightly when he felt Jared touch his neck, and then they were running their tongues over one another's lips. Cleaning up. Jared pulled off his shirt and then tugged on the hem of Jensen's teeshirt until the younger man sat forward, lifting his arms up so that it could be pulled off easier. Jared's hands slid over his chest, one teasing at his nipples while the other headed south. He exhaled, shaky, when Jared's exploring fingers dipped under his jeans. They teased at the hair there, not venturing lower, and he closed his eyes and let the pleasure coil outward from where they touched.
Jared wasn't even kissing him, just breathing against his ear as he touched, and it was so many things and not enough all at once. He gave in, lurching forward and then turning before Jared could protest and pushing him, unresisting, back down to the bed. He brought his hand down between them and squeezed at the heavy bulge of Jared's cock through his jeans, pleased with the moan he received in return.
"You... You really can't hold your liquor, you know.."
Jensen chuckled, breathless, and held himself up as he unzipped Jared's fly. "I have other skills," he murmured, ducking his head for a kiss. He thumbed along the length of Jared's erection, rubbing the damp spot on his boxers with the pads of his fingers. Jared's breath caught at the touch and he gripped Jensen's wrist; not to stop him, but to have something to hold onto. With a now-practiced skill, Jensen wound his fingers around Jared's dick and stroked, teased and played until Jared was practically boneless beneath him. All the while he was doing it he was pressing his own hard-on into Jared's thigh, moving against him, getting the friction where he needed it most.
Jared came first, and Jensen's hand slid off him, onto his hard stomach. He quickly reached down to unzip his jeans and moved so that he was between Jared's legs, head bent to lick and kiss his chest while he rocked against him. He came with a loud groan which had Jared laughing into his skin and then he rolled onto his side to lay next to Jared on the narrow bed and huffed out a breath at the ceiling.
"Fuck," he finally said, when he was calm again.
"We should have make-up sex more often," Jared agreed.
"But that would mean arguing more often and I don't want to. Don't want to fight any more." He knew they probably would fight again. They were bound to. He was probably going to have to start one any second, when he got round to telling Jared about the phone call from his Dad. Maybe he would leave it another hour or two, he thought. This, right now, was too comfortable to disturb.
He woke up feeling cold and sticky, and the room was dim. The TV was still on, but he didn't recognize the show. Jared was in the bathroom with the door open and light spilling out of it and Jensen could see him spraying deodorant under his arms. He'd obviously just had a shower because his hair was wet, flat against his head except for a few wayward tufts, and he wore nothing but his jeans. Jensen got up and headed into the bathroom himself, wanting to clean up and warm up in the tub.
"Gonna have a bath," he mumbled, sleepily, and set the water running.
"Try not to drown," Jared told him, kissing him as he went past. "I'm going to go grab us a couple of cokes and something to eat."
"Got something to ask you when you get back."
Jared stopped in the doorway, turned back to look at him. "Well, see, now you got me curious. What's going on?"
"It can wait. Bath first."
Jared shook his head, called Jensen a girl, and went to find a shirt.
When he returned, Jensen was still soaking in the tub. Jared came into the bathroom and put the toilet lid down, sitting on it. "You're gonna prune."
"Then it'll be a good test of whether you'll still love me when I'm old and wrinkly," Jensen replied, swirling his fingers in the water.
"What did you want to ask me?"
Jensen took a breath. "My... Uh. My Dad called. This morning." He didn't look at Jared. Didn't need to to know that the man was already on his guard, tensed up and frowning. "He's got this friend who would like to sponsor me through med-school and then give me a job in his hospital."
"And what does he want in return?"
"Nothing."
"Right, nothing. Of course."
"I'm serious! Maybe he finally realized that he's been a douche all these years and he's trying to make it up to me without actually doing anything himself."
"Sounds more likely. You said yes, didn't you?"
Jensen shrugged, making ripples spread out around him. "What the hell else could I have said? It's too good an offer to refuse, Jay, this lifts the whole financial worry right off my shoulders and onto someone else's. Plus I get a guaranteed job at the end of it, which is the best part. Starting work without any real student loans to pay back? Who doesn't dream of that?"
"That's just something you're telling me. What about the question?"
"Well, I have to go for an interview with this guy before he'll agree to pay my way. Just to prove I'm worth his money and that I won't drop out halfway through. Dad said he'll want to see me at the beginning of August."
Jared scowled at that news, biting at his bottom lip. "So your Dad manages to fuck up our plans without even trying."
"It's not... Jay, we have plenty of time. We'll make the beach and have time to spare. Look, I won't do it if you don't want me to. I'll try and make him see me later in the month."
"No! God, no, Jensen. I'm not going to be the guy who fucks up your life because I want to see fuckin' Disneyland, okay? We'll just ride a bit longer and then we can still do plenty of fun shit. And if we get to spend only one week in LA, then it's one week we'll make the most of."
Jensen smiled and nodded, relieved.
"So how did I do as the good boyfriend?" Jared asked, sliding off the toilet seat and onto his knees. "Is your heart swelling?" He reached one hand over the edge of the tub, skimmed the backs of his fingers over Jensen's stomach. "Anything else swelling that I should know about?"
There was a phone ringing somewhere in the tent and Jared knew it wasn't his. He knew this because they'd gotten half a day's ride from the motel when he realized that he'd left his cell there, in the drawer of the nightstand, along with his favorite leather cuff and half a box of condoms. He hadn't gone back for it. He reached over Jensen, who was sleeping still, and tugged the other man's cell phone out of his jeans pocket. Shoved Jensen's shoulder to wake him when he saw the caller was Jeff.
"Hey, man, what's up? It's the middle of the freakin' night."
"I know. I'm at the hospital with Stevie."
Jared sat up fast, his head brushing the ceiling of the tent. "What? Are you joking? What's going on, is she having the baby?"
"Jay, calm down-"
Jensen had his ear pressed to the phone too, now, the side of his head bumping against Jared's. "What's happened?"
"We just... We had a little bit of a scare over here and I needed to talk to you because you're the only person who can calm me down." Jeffrey gave a nervous little laugh after that and Jared could almost imagine him running his hands through his hair, shaking.
"What kind of a scare?"
"We... I thought Stevie was having the baby. Not even seven whole months, Jay, I didn't want it to happen this early and she was." He stopped, took a breath. "Fuck, she was in pain and I couldn't help her."
"Tell me what's going on."
"It was a false alarm. But, christ, it was so real and she could have... I don't know-"
"But she didn't. She's all right and the baby's all right... The baby is all right, isn't she?"
"She's doing fine. They both are. I just wish you'd been here. You've got to be back here for this baby, Jay. I don't think I can handle it alone. I need you here for it, boy."
Jared let out a shaky breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Thanked God that everything was okay. "We'll be back in three weeks, Jeff. I promise. Just don't let anything happen before then."
Jeffrey laughed without humor. "Oh, we'll try."
"You okay?"
There was a pause. "As much as I can be, I guess."
"Then go sit with your wife, 'cause she needs you talking to her more than I do right now."
"Yeah. Thanks." Jeffrey said goodbye and hung up, and Jared closed the phone and sighed.
"Are you okay?" Jensen asked, as Jared pulled him back down to the floor. "Maybe we should just-"
"You heard him. He'll cope for a few more weeks yet. Just, as long as we get back for that, it'll be okay." Jared kissed Jensen's ear, pulling him back into his arms. "Besides, I have a few things planned that we have to do first."
"Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Wait and see, Mr Ackles. Wait and see."
--TBC--