Smoke & Lightning: Born To Be Wild (20/?)
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Title: Smoke And Lightning: Born To Be Wild (20/?)
Authors: bloody_adorable and eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult.
Wordcount: 2,799
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 TWENTY
The door to the apartment was swung open so wide that it bounced off the wall behind it, a few things clattering to the floor.
"Shit," Jensen cursed. "You alright?"
"Yes, Jensen," Jared said, sounding more than a little annoyed. "It was because you flung the door open, man."
"Sorry," Jensen returned, closing the door behind them. "Sorry."
Holding his arm at his waist, Jared moved over to the sofa, sitting down with a sigh. "God, I am so glad to be home."
"I wish they'd have kept you there longer," Jensen called from the kitchen.
"For what?" he asked, resting his head at the back of the couch. "They don't keep anyone in the hospital anymore."
"Well, they still might have to do some work on it," Jensen told him. "So don't get too comfortable."
Jared rolled his eyes and smiled at him as he came back in. "You're such a fucking worrywart."
Bringing Jared a drink, Jensen sat down on the sofa beside him. "I think I'm entitled," he said, handing Jared the glass of water to his good hand. "I almost lost you."
It hurt to move his arm, but Jared did anyway so that he could set his hand on Jensen's knee. "You didn't almost lose me," he corrected. "It's going to take a lot more than that to get rid of me, you know that."
Jensen set his hand over Jared's. "All the same," he said. "I'd rather not find out exactly how much."
They took a few moments to just look at each other, both of them scanning the other's face. Finally, Jared smiled and poked Jensen's knee with one finger. "You have school tomorrow," he reminded him.
Jensen nodded. "If you're feeling up to it," he said.
Jared shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not the one studying to be a doctor," he told him. "You are."
"But I'm not going anywhere if you're not feeling well."
Sitting up a little straighter, Jared sighed. "Jen, you're not putting this on me," he said. "I'm fine."
"You're burned."
"And believe it or not, people survive with burns like this," he said. "Yeah, it hurts. Yeah, I hate that it happened, but I'm going to be fine. And if you'd stop mothering me for two seconds, you'd see that."
Slightly taken aback, Jensen could do nothing more than stare at him. All of his good intentions were thrown out the window. That is, until he realized that Jared might be right. He was smothering him, he knew. It was Jensen's turn to sigh. He frowned and nodded his head. "Alright," he agreed. "I'll get my stuff together for tomorrow, and then I'll make us some dinner."
Jared watched him get up, feeling bad for having snapped at him. He sighed once more and stood from his seat. Jensen was grabbing his school bag, stuffing his books inside. Jared set a hand to Jensen's wrist, stopping him. With his arm still resting gingerly against his body, he opened his good arm and pulled Jensen closer. "I'm sorry," he apologized.
Jensen returned the embrace, but shook his head. "No, you're right,” he said.
"I know I am," Jared grinned. "But I didn't mean it to sound so... Well, mean."
Jensen nodded, resting his head against Jared for a moment. "I know," he returned. "But let me finish. I want to get something started for dinner. You must be starving."
"After all that shitty hospital food? Hell yes."
It was back to the same old grind.
Jensen left a drawing pad and pencils out for Jared, spread them out on the coffee table for him to see. Jared was excited about helping design Mickey's new place, and Jeffrey had told him that he would stop by sometime that day to see how he was faring with new ideas. Jensen wanted everything to be within an arm's reach for Jared when he got up and stumbled out of the bedroom.
Even though he felt guilty leaving, Jensen was excited at the same time. Excited to get back into the swing of things. To see his friends. To visit with Dr. Ballantine. In the two classes he had with Adam, clearly nothing interesting had developed. The professors were still talking about the same old crap, and Jensen still found them mind-numbing.
However, things in Anatomy were getting interesting. They would be doing some cadaver work eventually. That excited him. And missing a couple days of Chemistry was going to prove difficult to catch up with. Jensen worked hard all day, barely stopping to have a quick bite to eat with his friends, and then spent two hours in tutoring before finally heading home. When he left the building, he found Adam waiting outside.
"Hey, man," Adam greeted.
"Hey," Jensen smiled. They fell into step together, walking towards the south parking lot, where Jensen knew there was a bus stop. "What are you doing here?"
"Thought I'd give you a lift home."
"Oh, are you sure?"
"Yeah," he smiled. "Listen, I know we asked how Jared's doing, but I wanted to see how you're doing?"
Jensen shrugged. "I'm fine," he said. "A little flustered with all I have to catch up on, but I'm okay."
"'Cause you look like shit," Adam told him.
Jensen laughed, nodding his head. "Thanks," he replied. "Alright, I haven't slept really all that well, but I'm okay. How about you guys? You guys haven't like... Had weird phone calls or seen people following you, have you?"
Keeping in step with Jensen, Adam looked over at him. "What?" he asked. "No, why would we--"
"No," Jensen interrupted. "No reason. I'm just wondering, that's all."
"Oh...kay," Adam grinned. "So, do you want a ride home or not?"
Jensen shrugged, glad that Adam had given up his interrogation so quickly. "Sure," he answered.
"Okay, but my car's back this way."
Jensen watched Adam point behind them, over all the ground they had just covered. "Ugh," he laughed. "You're such a douche."
Jared was lying on the sofa when Jensen got home. He smiled at him and closed the door behind himself, locking it.
"Honey, I'm home!" Jared called out from the couch. "Lucy!"
Jensen laughed at his fake Spanish accent and set his keys down on the counter. "You're a freak," he said.
Jared watched him shrug off his backpack, setting it on the floor. "How was your day, dear?"
Jensen chuckled again, nearing him. "Rough," he said. He leaned over the sofa and gave Jared a quick hello-kiss. "How was yours?"
"Oh, y'know," Jared sighed. "Just designed a couple buildings, created entire city blocks, fought crime. Same old, same old."
Shaking his head, Jensen laughed and moved to the kitchen. He tugged open the refrigerator to see what he could possibly throw together for a meal. "What do you want for dinner, Superman?"
"You."
"Ha," Jensen returned. "When you're better? You got it."
"Fuck better," Jared scoffed.
"I thought you wanted to fuck me?"
"I do."
"Then heal up that arm."
"Go to hell, Ackles," Jared snarled, "if you think I'm going to wait until this bitch is healed up."
Chuckling, Jensen neared him. He lifted up Jared's bare feet and sat down on the sofa, setting Jared's heels against his thighs. "Alright," he agreed. "But you have to take it easy, okay?"
"Yes, doctor."
Easy wasn't in Jared's vocabulary. Jensen somewhat regretted agreeing to sex. Part of him couldn't wait to feel Jared's skin against his own, while another part of him wanted to stop. To make Jared sit back and just slow down. Sprawled out in bed, each time Jared winced in pain, Jensen asked him if he was okay. Sometimes Jared answered. Sometimes he shut Jensen up, kissing him hard or finding one of Jensen's weak spots to exploit.
Jensen tried to do most of the work, but he couldn't stop Jared from going down on him, using his lips, tongue and teeth to make Jensen weak in the knees. And Jensen knew that Jared liked it rougher than he did, but he felt bad when, caught up in the moment, he threaded his fingers through Jared's hair, forgetting about the flashburn that he'd gotten. The locks were much shorter now, having been trimmed to match the hair that had burned. Jared winced yet again when he felt Jensen's nails against his scalp, and Jensen apologized. Jared didn't say anything else, just turned onto his back, taking Jensen with him.
After fitting Jared with a condom, Jensen lowered himself onto him, his eyes falling closed and his mouth gaping open with that first forceful push of Jared's hips. He let his head fall back and moved atop Jared at a slow, careful pace. His fingers scrabbled up Jared's chest as he moved, looking for leverage. As careful as he wanted to be, Jensen soon lost himself and before long all he could hear was the sound of skin on skin, and both of their moans growing louder and louder.
Suddenly, the world stopped for a split second. Jensen looked down to where Jared's hands had been stroking him. He helped him, frantic and needing release. When he found it, coming across Jared's belly, Jared's hands left his cock, and clamped down on his hips instead, encouraging Jensen to continue. His hips thrust hard, up into Jensen, fast and hard, until Jared was moaning long and loud, shuddering and swearing under his breath.
Silence fell over the room, save for the sound of their heavy breathing. Jensen wriggled off of Jared, letting him hold onto the condom as he fell to his own side of the bed. He watched Jared toss the condom into the trash by the bed and then snuggled up to him, on his good side.
Jared put his arm around Jensen and kissed his sweat-lathered forehead. "Thank you," he said.
"Mm," Jensen mumbled. "I'm not sure I'm the one who should be thanked. That was amazing."
"See what near-death experiences do for the sex life?"
Jensen laughed, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at Jared. "Yeah, but let's keep those to a minimum."
Jared nodded. "You got it."
"Are you sure about this?" Jensen asked, panic starting to snake its way around his throat. "I mean, really, really, really, really, really sure?"
"Jensen, you want to be a doctor, don't you?"
Dressed in green scrubs and a green cap, Jensen nodded. "Yes, sir," he agreed. "But, I mean -- just going in there?"
Ballantine laughed, grabbing two surgical masks. "You're not doing the cutting, Jensen," he said, handing him one of the masks. "I just want you to see what's going on. Make sure you have the stomach for it."
"My stomach's fine," he lied. He was ready to throw up right then and there.
Ballantine threaded the mask onto his face, pinching the bridge of his nose to form the metal inside to his nose. "It's different when you see it first hand, rather than just in the movies and TV." He motioned to Jensen's face. "Put your mask on."
He wanted to groan, but didn't. "Yes, sir."
A doctor's life was for him, he knew that. Whether or not he went into a concentrated field like anaesthesiology or paediatrics -- that was yet to be seen. But he didn't really get what this had to do with anything.
The operation going on inside the OR was a hysterectomy on a woman forty-four years of age. Everyone had their job to do. Jensen glanced at each one of them, quickly, silently recounting what each of their jobs were, before following Doctor Ballantine over to the operating table.
"Doug?"
Jensen's heart pounded. His head snapped up and he looked over at Ballantine.
"Doug, this is Jensen Ackles," he said.
Doug, a man about twenty years Jensen's senior peered over his mask. He had dark, gentle eyes, and greying hair. "Ah, yes," he said, a slight smile visible over his mask. "The prodigal son. He's told us a lot about you. I'm Doug Richardson."
His fear was subsiding now. He felt silly for thinking that there was only one Doug in the world. He reached his hand out, offering it to the doctor. "Jensen."
Doug raised his hands, showing that they were gloved and covered in blood. "Sorry, Jensen," he returned. "Maybe next time?"
Feeling like an idiot, Jensen took his hand back, shaking his head. "Oh, sorry, sorry," he apologized. "I wasn't thinking."
"Doug, Jensen and I are going to watch the procedure," Ballantine interrupted. "Is that alright with you?"
"That's fine," he smiled. "We've just gotten to the good part."
Out of the OR, Jensen collapsed into a break room chair, pulling his cap off. His mask dangled at his neck, as did Ballantine's. The old man sat down beside him, chuckling. "What'd you think?"
"That was fucking amazing," Jensen said. He suddenly realized his choice of words and clapped a hand over his mouth. "I mean, that was amazing. Sorry."
Ballantine laughed louder. "You think I haven't said my share of things like that, son?" He watched Jensen only smile sheepishly. "You apologize too much, you know that?"
Jensen nodded, looking down at the crumpled cap in his hands. "Yeah," he said. "My... I mean, Jared tells me that a lot too."
"Sounds like a wise boy."
Jensen laughed harder. "Something like that."
He couldn't get home fast enough. Jared had had a follow up appointment that afternoon. Jeffrey had agreed to take him. Jensen wanted to know how it had gone. And, he wanted to tell Jared what a brilliant afternoon he'd had with Doctor Ballantine.
Bursting through the doorway, Jensen's gaze fell directly onto Jared. He was sitting at the kitchen counter that looked out into the living room. They used it for a bar, as a kitchen table still wasn't available. Jared was sitting there on one of the two lone barstools, drinking a bottle of beer.
"With your meds?" It was the first thing out of Jensen's mouth, but he couldn't stop it.
"Mothering," Jared said in a sing-song voice.
"Sorry." He closed the door behind him, locking it, and set his bag on the floor. "How was your appointment?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Jared turned his arm so that Jensen could see it. "They said it looks good. As good as it can. They're going to see how it goes. I have to go back in a couple of weeks."
After a quick inspection of the burn, Jensen smiled and rocked back on his heels. "Guess what I did today?"
"Guess what I did today?"
"What?"
Jared beamed proudly as he watched Jensen go into the refrigerator for his own bottle of beer. "I picked out a color scheme."
Jensen's jaw dropped. "Oh, my God," he breathed. "You're gay."
"Shut up," Jared laughed. "Red and black. And yellow...ish orange. Flames, y'know? What do you think?"
"I think it'll look fantastic," he nodded. He opened the bottle of beer and took a long drink. "Mickey liked it?"
"He said he didn't care. People are loyal. He said they would come to the new place if it was purple and puce."
"Do you even know what puce is?"
"No, but it sounds vile."
Jensen eyed him warily. "Have you been reading the dictionary again?"
"Maybe a little," he admitted. "I was looking up dirty words."
"Of course you were."
After realizing that Jensen had wanted to tell him something, Jared looked up at him, reaching for his drink. "So what did you do today, College?"
Swallowing his mouthful of beer, Jensen grinned brightly. "I went into the OR with Doctor Ballantine."
"Yeah?" Jared said. "Like... Into the wing or...?"
"No, into one of the rooms. Into one of the rooms that one day I will be working in, thank you very much."
"Bullshit."
"I did, I swear."
Jared chuckled. "You're not even into your first year, really."
"Well, he wanted to make sure that this line of work really was for me."
"And? Is it?"
Jensen took a deep breath. His smile faded for just a moment as he searched himself for the answer. "Yeah," he said finally, nodding his head. "Yeah, it really is."
"Then let's go out and celebrate," Jared said. "Dinner's on me."
"Ooh," Jensen hissed through his teeth, sounding regretful. "We should save our money. For bills and stuff."
"Jensen?" Jared began. "Money is made to be spent. Don't wait for a rainy day, 'cause then you got a pocket full of cash and a shitty day to go spend it. Call Chris. Let's get him and your college buddies together."
"What about your friends?"
"This is about you tonight, baby," he grinned.
--TBC--