Smoke & Lightning: Born To Be Wild (9/?)

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Title: Smoke And Lightning: Born To Be Wild (9/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 4,703
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 NINE

Sunday was a half day for all the hands on the ranch. Selma had told them that they would eat breakfast together, go out and do the daily chores with no extra jobs, and then they would be free to do as they pleased come lunchtime. Jensen could not have felt gladder at that news. He was tired, like Jared, and his skin was sore from sunburn, his hands sore from splinters. A half day would be just enough rest before they continued travelling home. There was little over seven days until his interview at the hospital and they planned to ride to Dallas by the shortest route, spend some of their money staying there, and then back home so that he had a day or two to prepare. Jared had figured that, at five dollars an hour, they had made about six hundred dollars between them. He'd told Jensen to keep his half and that he would pay for the motels on the way back. Jensen would need that money for textbooks and supplies.

A few of the guys had gone on Saturday night, so there were just six of them left doing the daily routine jobs, along with the owners. Jensen had filled up on breakfast so that he could face skipping lunch; Jared had filled up on breakfast simply because he liked eating too much. That's what Jensen had told him, at any rate. They split up to work, as usual, the break from each other meaning they would appreciate one another's company more when they got together again. Jensen worked with Rich, Buck and Cade in and around the barn, while Jared went out to the paddocks with Selma and Lamont. Buck had lent Jensen one of his many spare cowboy hats, and he was glad of it today. They spent more time outside and the sun was fierce as ever. The hat shaded his eyes and protected the back of his neck at the same time.

Jared had told him he looked cute in it earlier, before chucking him under the chin and following Lamont to the Ford pick-up.

By the time lunch rolled around, and the chores were all done, Jensen's skin was tight from the heat and his head was damp with sweat underneath the hat. He took it off and fanned his face with it, his hands itching.

"Heat'll drive you nuts," Buck muttered, as he went past. "Come on in the house and get a cold drink."

They followed him in, Jensen able to hear now the approach of the pick-up truck as the other three headed back to the ranch. He took his glass of lemonade out to the porch and hung around on the front steps, waiting for Jared. It was shaded there, so he took off his teeshirt and balled it up at his side. He hadn't wanted to burn any more on his chest and back, and he could see only a slight difference in the color of his skin between where he'd been covered up and where he hadn't. The redness had already begun fading and changing to an even gold tan. Jared's tan was darker. Jensen had joked that he was dirty and shifted to adjust his position as he thought about Jared showing him just how dirty he was.

"Hey."

He looked up, squinting. Hadn't even noticed that Jared was right there. He held out his glass when Jared sat on the step next to him, leaning to press against his side for just a second. Jared took a grateful sip, then let him have it back.

"You want to head on out somewhere and get something to eat?"

"I'm good," Jensen answered. "Think I can last out till supper. Buck mentioned something about a barbecue, since it's our last night here."

"Really? Awesome. I don't have much of an appetite anyway."

Something in the tone of his voice made Jensen look closer at him, and he saw then how nauseous he looked. "What happened?"

"Y'ever seen a horse get its balls cut off?"

There was a long silence. Jensen put his glass down carefully on the boards of the porch. "I'm guessing I never want to."

Jared shook his head. "I would say no. Fuck." He squeezed his legs together, wincing. "I kind of want to go and wash my eyeballs with Clorox."

"You want to go somewhere and have sex until you feel better?"

"Where were you thinking?"

Jensen shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe there's a motel in town, or-"

"We can't afford it yet. Gotta wait till they pay us, and that'll be tomorrow morning, right before we leave. But I guess we can take a ride somewhere out of the way." Jared sat up a little straighter, smiling. "I'm gonna see if Selma'll let me borrow the pick-up."

"Thank God. My next suggestion was going to be the barn and I'm not sure I could handle that much hay in my ass. Why can't we just take the bike?"

"Can't make out in the back of the bike." Jared leant across and kissed Jensen's cheek, then got up and hurried inside. A few minutes later he came out twirling the pick-up's keys around his finger. "Ready?"

Jensen nodded, grabbing his shirt before he got up and followed Jared to the truck. He wasn't going to put it back on; it was so soaked through with sweat he could probably have wrung it out and filled a pint jug, but he didn't want to lose it. It was falling apart now, like the other shirts he'd brought with him, but it was one of only three he had that were wearable and they had another week to go yet.

Jensen drove, since he knew a few more of the routes from going into town and back with the others. Jared pointed out a track that disappeared into a wooded area and he steered onto it, nearly veering off into a tree when Jared reached over suddenly and squeezed the inside of his thigh.

"A little warning?" He complained, as he slowed down.

"That takes all the fun out of it," Jared told him. "Why'd you think I let you drive?"

"Hmm." Jensen scooted forward an inch or two, rolling his hips as Jared's hand moved further between his legs. "Don't... Don't get carried away..."

"Eyes on the road, Jen."

"Fuck the road."

Jensen hadn't seen any sign of any other cars coming down here, and there was an area coming up where the track widened on both sides. He pulled the truck over to the right, pressing his foot carefully on the brake until they were at a stop. As soon as he put the handbrake on, Jared was pushing his hand down into Jensen's jeans and tugging gently at his dick. Jensen turned towards him, leaning over the bench seat and curling his hand around the back of Jared's neck to pull him closer. He kissed him, hard, sucking at his tongue and moaning at the pressure on his dick. Jared let him go at that, pulling his hand out and tucking his fingers underneath his belt.

Jensen was glad of the reprieve. He didn't want to fuck, not just yet. Just wanted to make out for a while, lose himself in Jared until he was relaxed and sleepy. Then maybe he'd get Jared to drive them back and they could eat barbecue until they were full and then make love in the tent when everyone else had gone to bed. And yeah, he probably wouldn't ever tell Jared that he thought of their slow, easy fucking as making love.

Jared's fingers combed into his hair, still sweat-damp, and held him where he was as the kiss wound down into something else. They were still, breathing around and into each other's mouths, and Jensen felt his eyes falling closed.

"Stop teasing," he mumbled, though he doubted Jared could make it out.

"'m not. Just enjoyin'... You."

Jensen pulled back a fraction. "Thought you wanted to-"

"Yeah. I do. We've got all afternoon."

"I guess."

"So just..." Jared trailed off, pulled Jensen closer still, until he was practically in the other man's lap. He wound his arms around Jared's neck, kissed him gently, bumping noses. They kissed again, and fell asleep.

Jared was laughing. He could hear him chuckling away, amused, and he could feel the vibrations of it where his cheek rested against Jared's shoulder.

"Dude, come on. You awake now?"

"Mmp," Jensen answered, forcing his head to lift up. He blinked a few times, peering at Jared's face. Headbutted him softly and smiled. "So."

"I guess we were tired."

"How long did we sleep?"

Jared glanced at the clock on the dash. "Couple hours. We've still got time before we need to go back." He slid his hand down the back of Jensen's jeans and squeezed his ass, one eyebrow raised in suggestion.

"You really want to do that out here? You can reassert your manhood back at the ranch, cowboy. Don't worry. No-one's gonna cut it off."

"I can't wait to get to the motel tomorrow night, you know. Looking forward to pounding your ass into a real bed."

"You're so romantic," Jensen sighed, sitting up and rolling his shoulders to ease out the kinks from his awkward sleeping position. "I mean, really. There's no way I could resist such sweet talk."

"There's no way you can resist my dick, you mean. I know that's what it's really all about."

"What do you want to do?"

Jared shrugged. "Head back, I guess. Chill out with the others before dinner."

Jensen winced at the sharp pain that he got when he rolled off Jared's lap and onto the passenger side of the bench seat. "Dammit. I'm so fucking sore. Your chilling out plans wouldn't involve some kind of full body massage, would they?"

"If you want. So long as nobody gets to watch."

"I thought you liked it when people watched."

"Some people. Not those people. That Cade guy creeps me out."

Jensen snorted. He'd thought the same thing. Cade seemed to always be watching them, in case they were going to be overtly gay any second. "I think that guy's so far in the closet he probably knows Aslan personally."

Laughing loudly, Jared called him a dick and started the engine. They drove back to the ranch in comfortable silence, with the windows down to let cool air breeze through the cab. Jensen felt himself relaxing into the seat and, by the time Jared shut the engine off again, he had started to drift off again. Jared suggested that maybe they should just get some more sleep, but Jensen refused. It was true that they had lost out a lot over the past week, with working so hard and being up so early, and with Jared taking him out the other night, but he didn't want to seem too anti-social on their last evening there.

"Besides," he told him, pushing his way into the tent, "You owe me a massage."

"Oh, right, I owe you one, huh? And what do I get out of this?"

Jensen laid out on his back, resting on his elbows, and looked over at Jared who was still half outside the tent. When Jared tilted his head as if to say, well?, he lifted one hand and waved it at himself. "What's it look like?"

"Get your jeans off."

Jensen unbuckled his belt as Jared moved into the tent and zipped up the door behind him. They'd set up in a shaded area so the tent was cool enough, which Jensen was grateful for. He wriggled out of his jeans and then turned onto his stomach, resting his head on his hands.

"Y'all look real sexy in your boots and boxers," Jared drawled, making Jensen shake with silent laughter. He felt his boots and socks get pulled off, and let Jared do the work. He was feeling too lazy to make an effort now. Jared started with his left foot, lifting it up slightly and rubbing the sole, massaging Jensen's toes and running his fingers over the jut of bone at his ankle. Jensen moaned at the feel of it, muffling it with his arm. Jared's fingers pressed into the back of his ankle, kneaded into the muscles of his leg. The canvas beneath him rustled as Jared moved, tracing his fingertips all the way up Jensen's leg, digging into the crease between his thigh and backside. He took his time to massage both legs thoroughly in the same manner and Jensen could feel his soreness seeping out beneath Jared's hands.

He moved, shuddering, when Jared pushed his hands up roughly over Jensen's back and onto his shoulders. He jumped at the feel of Jared swinging a leg over his body and grunted when the other man sat carefully down on him.

"You're not-"

"No, I'm not." Jared leaned down until he was pressed to Jensen's back, his hands smoothing over the younger man's ribs. He kissed the tip of Jensen's ear, licked around the edge of it. It made Jensen's skin prickle, the hairs on his arms standing on end. Jensen turned his head and Jared moved to nibble at his bottom lip. "Maybe I am..."

"I figured."

Jared snuffled a laugh into the young man's mouth, his obvious erection pressed painfully between his body and Jensen's. "You think I can help it?"

"No. Ever. You've got a serious problem, I told you that before."

"Well, see, the only way to solve it is to boot you out of this tent and ride off without you, but I'm not going to do that because if I do that then I don't get to fuck you, and if I don't get to fuck you then my balls might explode."

It was Jensen's turn to laugh again. "Wouldn't want that," he said. "Guess you'd better get to it then, huh?"

Jared agreed, lifting his weight off Jensen's body so that he could undress. Jensen turned slightly, looking back over his shoulder at Jared, and smiled when he got out of his underwear. He let his gaze follow the trail of dark hair down his abdomen and eyed the thick, darkened curve of his cock hungrily. Jared knelt down at Jensen's side and hooked his fingers beneath the elastic of Jensen's shorts to pull them down. Jensen let his head fall back down against his arms when Jared's tongue licked the sweat from his ass.

"Look at you," Jared murmured, lifting his head to look down at the other man.

"What?"

"You look fucking gorgeous right now."

Jensen turned again, rolling onto his back now, and stared up at Jared. "You're in a good mood today."

"Yeah, I am. I know we get to head home tomorrow. I know we don't have to do any more hard labor for a while. I know I have an hour to take my time with you and then I get to sit out in a perfect summer evening and eat barbecue and drink beer and not think about anything."

"Lucky you. I get to spend the whole of this week thinking about my interview."

Jared reached down and wrapped his hand around Jensen's dick, thumbing the crown with a cheeky smile. "Then let me help you forget about it for today. You'll do great."

Jensen lifted his hips up, pushing into Jared's fist with a quiet throaty growl.

"See? Your mind's already on other things."

Movement outside made them stir a little while later. They had managed not to fall asleep again, but had got so comfortable and warm that it was difficult to make themselves move. Jensen listened to the others talking and figured they were probably heading out to the land at the side of the ranch house, dragging out coolers and the grill as they went. Someone called their names as they went past and he thumped Jared's shoulder to make him move.

"Come on. We'd better get."

"Get what?"

"Move, smartass."

Reluctantly, Jared let Jensen up and reached down for his jeans. They both dressed and exited the tent, barefoot and bare-chested. The sun had dipped, almost out of view now behind the trees, and Jensen felt glad of the cooler air. It was a relief to feel it. Jared moved to help set up the grill and get the fire going, both of them feeling a little guilty for having such a lazy afternoon. Jensen helped set up the picnic tables and some chairs, since it turned out that Buck and Selma had invited a few friends over as well. They soon had a campfire going too, along with the barbecue, and the smells of cooking meat filled the air after not too much longer.

Jensen was hungry from the sex and from not eating since breakfast, and he snacked on salad and drank beer while he waited for the barbecue to be done. His phone went off as he finished off the first beer and he answered it, walking away from the others so they didn't have to listen to his conversation. He'd kept it charged all week, but hadn't had it with him a lot of the time. He figured he'd missed some calls, but had never been awake enough to check.

"Hey, Jen."

"Chris, what's up?"

"Where are you?"

"New Mexico. We're aiming to be back home by next weekend."

"Good. Ain't the same round here without you."

"What's my boy been up to without me?"

"Not much. Been getting settled into this awesome house-share at college. Steve moved in with me and we found a couple other people to take the other rooms. You'll like 'em, I reckon. And since Steve's here we've been practising, getting the band out there. Guess what job I got to get me through college?"

"Tell me."

"Playing gigs at the Student bars. Seriously, Jen, we got our first one a week on Thursday so if you can make it-"

"We'll get there. I've got to be home by Monday anyway. That interview's on Tuesday and I need a good night's sleep in a real bed before I do it. I'm fucked, man. Every which way."

"Jared?"

"Mostly his fault."

"I meant how is he, but thanks for that."

"He's fine. Better now than a week ago. I think we're both just ready for this trip to be over now. We're just saddle-sore and he's pissed that we didn't get to do all the stuff we wanted to in LA. I guess he blames himself, but it's a good excuse to go back there someday. Maybe you'll come with us next time."

Chris chuckled. "Maybe. Anyway, I just wanted to call and check up, find out when you're getting back. I'll see you next week, then?"

"Count on it. I'll call you once we're home."

They said their goodbyes and Jensen started when he felt warm arms circle his body. "Cade?" He asked.

Jared nipped at his neck. "Comedian." He pulled him back to the fence and sat down, and Jensen settled into his lap. "Who was that?"

"Chris. He misses us."

"He just wants us both back there so he can have sex with us."

Jensen nudged an elbow back sharply into Jared's ribs. "My mom misses us too, and so do Jeff and Stevie. You maybe want to reassess that statement?"

"Ruin the mood, man. Speaking of... Can I call Jeff for a minute?"

"Sure, make me feel guilty for not calling my mom more often." Jensen handed his phone back over his shoulder.

"You're a terrible son," Jay joked, punching in Jeff's number. It only rang twice. "So, how big are you now?" It was Stevie who had answered; Jared had put the speaker on so that Jensen could hear.

"I oughta hang up on you for that," she told him.

"Aw, you wouldn't. I'm too charming."

"I think I'm moving into beached whale..."

"Not quite the size of a house, yet, huh? Keep trying."

"You're a cheeky little brat. Jeff says he'll kick your ass when you come home."

"Tell Jeff I love him too. And that we're aiming to be back by next weekend. Not sure which day yet. Depends how long we spend in Dallas."

"Don't forget you'll be staying with Jensen. Jeff took a bunch of your clothes over there already, so you don't need to worry about that."

"What about my bike?"

"It's still in the garage. You can come get it after you get back. Donna's got you a temp parking slot at their condo."

"Your mom's awesome," Jared said, squeezing his arms around Jensen's waist.

"Jensen's there too?" Stevie asked.

"Yeah. Just about to go stuff his face with chicken wings."

"Okay. I'm going to send him a picture as soon as we're done talking."

"Jesus, Stevie, he likes you, but I'm really not sure that's appropriate what with-Ow!"

"Is Jensen decking you now?"

"You're both in some kind of conspiracy. I'll talk to you real soon. Say hi to Jeff. I'm gonna hang up and wring my boyfriend's neck." Jensen was already moving away, jogging over to where everyone else sat around the fire and laughing as he went. Jared flipped the phone shut and followed, catching up with him by the edge of the ring of people. He grabbed him around the waist and pulled him near, wrestling with him when Jensen tried to shrug him off. Selma, Lamont and Rich were laughing as Jensen ended up tumbling to the floor, yelling as he went. They tussled for a few minutes, Jensen breathless as Jared dug his fingers in and tickled him. Jared stood, panting, and nudged him in the ribs with his toes. "You ready to give up?"

"For now," Jensen managed. His phone was vibrating a few feet away in the grass where Jared had dropped it. He rolled over, reaching to pick it up. "Get me some food," he said, as he flipped it open and accepted the picture that Stevie had sent him.

Jared came back with a couple of plates and sat down cross-legged next to Jensen, handing him his food. "What'd we get?" He asked.

"Her last scan. Check it out." He showed Jared the screen, zooming in to point out each detail of the unborn baby. Before he realized it, Selma was crouching behind them both, looking over his shoulder and sighing.

"Look at that. So beautiful."

Jensen smiled at her, lowering the phone to his lap. "Thanks. Jay's little sister."

"How long?"

He shrugged. "About seven and a half weeks, I think? We'll be home before it happens."

"Reminds me of my two. Ancient history now." She smiled, wistful, and patted Jensen on the shoulder as she stood up. "I'm sure you boys'll be wonderful brothers."

"I'm going to be a horrible brother," Jared told her. "A bad influence with tattoos and a motorbike? And the first time she brings a boy home I'm going to be worse than her Daddy." He grinned as Jensen and Selma both laughed.

"You'll see. She'll have you wrapped around her little finger before you can blink."

They stayed up late, fetching their jackets when it got too chilly even with the fire going. By midnight, though, the fire was dying out and they were all exhausted. Jared nudged Jensen back toward the tent and they closed themselves inside it, falling into their makeshift bed together. Jensen pulled his jacket off as Jared folded him into his arms and kissed him. It felt like the closer they got to going home, the more relaxed and loving Jared was becoming. Jensen felt it was a good idea not to mention that, however, so he said nothing and let Jared's body heat warm into his skin.

"Wake me when it's time to go," Jared whispered, stroking his hands down Jensen's side before succumbing to sleep.

They left at nine-thirty the following morning, Jared only being persuaded out of bed with the promise of being allowed to do whatever he wanted with Jensen that night, wherever they happened to stop. They both took a shower inside, and changed into the only clean and sweat-free clothes they had left, stuffing the rest into their bags with the rolled up tent ready to sort out at the night's accommodation. There would be a laundry, Jensen knew, and they needed to wash their clothes to within an inch of their life to make them feel clean again. It took them only half an hour to pack everything up and they said a short goodbye to Buck once he'd paid them, asked them to pass their thanks on to Selma who was already out in the paddocks.

"I will do, boys. You take care on the ride home."

"We will," Jared assured him, pulling the visor down on his helmet and getting on the bike in front of Jensen. Buck waved them off, already heading off to work before they were even out of the ranch grounds.

They took a steady ride for the whole day, stopping now and again when they came across a roadside diner to have a drink. It was too hot not to stop fairly regularly, even at the speeds Jared got the bike up to when they hit an empty stretch of road. Still, they travelled a good distance by mid-afternoon and decided that they'd stop off in Lubbock and find a motel there. Jared had three hundred dollars burning a hole, after all, and argued that somewhere like Lubbock would probably have a decent bar where they could catch a game of pool and a few beers.

They got a room at a small, family owned hotel on the outside of the city, driving past a park that, Jared pointed out, had been named after Jensen's sister. Jensen figured he should get a picture of it and send it to her, make her laugh. They had time, he supposed. They hauled their stuff into the room in the middle of the afternoon and spent the next two hours doing some laundry, showering and shaving. The clean clothes felt heavenly, never mind that they were creased and still slightly damp from the washers. They smelt of soap and not sweat and that was a vast improvement as far as Jensen was concerned.

He ran a hand through his wet hair, teasing out the tangles, and wiped his fingers on the seat of his jeans. Started as Jared joined in.

"Sorry," Jared chuckled. "Couldn't resist. What's the plan?"

"First we get food. Then we go get drunk somewhere. Come back. Attempt drunken sex, but fail miserably because you fall asleep before I even get your pants off. So while you're snoring, I jack myself off and you get mad in the morning because I didn't get you off too. Which means I owe you a blowjob in the morning else you'll be unbearable for the whole-"

"You've really planned this, huh?"

"Well... It's one idea, isn't it?"

"Food and beer sounds like the best part. I think you can forget that whole sex thing, though. Your ass isn't getting this dick until we get home now."

"Oh, say it like you mean it, Jay." Jensen laughed as Jared shoved him down onto the bed, rolling his eyes at the knee working it's way between his legs. "I told you, you got a serious problem."

"I just think we better work up that appetite of yours first. Maybe punish you some."

"What did I do?"

Jared leaned down, his mouth inches from Jensen's. "Suggesting that I'd be the first to fall asleep? Really? I think we all know who can't handle their alcohol in this relationship, and it sure as shit ain't me."

"I guess we'll find out for sure tonight."

"Is that a challenge, Ackles?"

Jensen lifted his head up for a moment, a brief touch of his mouth to Jared's. "Just a suggestion."

"Then may I make a suggestion?"

"Does it involve my ass?"

Jared smirked. "Might."

"Then the board's open and listening."

--TBC--