Fic: What Happens In Vegas Part Two - Half A World Away

[eviltwin]

A little bit earlier than I thought, because I completely forgot I'm away all weekend!!

Title: What Happens In Vegas (Part Two) - Half A World Away
Authors: eviltwin for this part!
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS AU
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Rating: Adult...sorta.
Summary: The misadventure continues...half a world away.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.



WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS (PART TWO) - HALF A WORLD AWAY

Shocked, they hadn't spoken since finding out where they were. Too tired and hungover to even argue about it right now they'd dumbly got off the 'plane along with everyone else, shown their passports at the right desk, and gone out into arrivals. They'd made a beeline for the coffee shop that was directly opposite where they emerged and Jensen had used his credit card to buy them both a double espresso.

Jensen had found several hundred dollars in his wallet, for some reason he couldn't figure, that he'd changed for money he didn't recognise, and they needed to call Jeff. People were looking at them as they waited to use the payphone. They stank, probably of alcohol as well as sweat, and Jensen knew they looked a mess. God, he could smell himself. His head was pounding and he knew that his eyes were bloodshot because Jared's were. Finally they got to the phone and Jensen fed the coins into it and dialled Jeff's work number, having no idea of the time difference but feeling sure that he would be there rather than at home. Jeff answered after a few rings.

"Jeff," Jensen said, or rather, croaked. His throat was parched.

"Where are you boys?" Jeff asked, brusquely.

"Um." And here it came. "We're in London." There was a long pause and, for a second, Jensen thought the connection had died. "Hello?"

"London as in... England."

Jensen grimaced. "Yep. I think so."

"Okay. Why?"

"We, uh, might have tried to get married. And then Jared might have suggested this as a honeymoon. To be honest, I'm not even sure yet. We just got off the 'plane."

Another pause. Jensen fed a few more pound coins into the phone while Jared watched him and gnawed at his bottom lip.

"Jeff. We didn't get married. Not as such. It was more a... Commitment ceremony." He stopped himself, knowing that it wasn't helping. "But we're here in London without meaning to be and we can't get a flight home for another five days. I asked."

"You got enough money?"

"I have my credit card. Jared has his. And I think I must have won some cash in Vegas."

"Oh, you did all this in Vegas? Jesus, Jensen. Did you think you were in some kind of movie?"

"We were drunk," Jensen reminded him. "I don't think we thought anything."

"Well, that makes it all better. Look, just don't do anything else stupid and stay safe, okay? Find somewhere to stay and let me know where you are. And tell Jay-"

"Yeah, I know," he interrupted, not needing Jeff to continue the threat.

Somehow, Jared persuaded Jensen that he could navigate the city's subway system and, somehow, they managed it too. Jared bitched the whole way in to the city centre over the fact that they really hadn't built the trains with people of his stature in mind and Jensen ignored him because he was starting to feel slightly sick and people were looking at him funny. Also, he was pretty sure that this entire situation was Jared's fault. He could vaguely remember it being Jared who suggested they get married in Vegas and that made him certain that Jared had also made him buy plane tickets to England.

They got off at a stop that they'd been told was a good place to find a hotel by the young lady they'd bought their train tickets from. Once they'd navigated their way to the surface they found the nearest cop and asked his advice. He pointed them about sixty yards further along the street they were on which was, they both noted, full of people, and Jensen could see the hotel sign from where they stood.

"We need some clean clothes," Jared pointed out, as they turned away from the cop.

"You're paying for them," Jensen replied. "I'll pay for the hotel room and our food, but that's it. I've already got a bill that's probably going to hit the thousands. No, definitely. The credit card company will most likely put a hit out on me as soon as we're home. You'd better make the most of our time together, Mrs Ackles."

Jared's eyes narrowed and he shook his head. "Oh no. No way. I am not the freaking chick in this marriage." Jensen was already walking away, leaving Jared no choice but to follow. "Where the fuck are you going?"

Jensen pointed to the front of a men's clothing store. "In here. Get your wallet out. We need clothes for at least three days."

Two hours later, Jensen was sprawled out on one of the two single beds - more like a queen, but it wanted to be at the price he'd paid for the room - having taken a shower and changed into blissfully clean jeans and a t-shirt. They'd been able to buy a few toiletries in the hotel's shop and he'd also brushed his teeth about four times and gotten rid of his thick stubble. He felt human again, more so since they'd both popped several aspirin each as soon as they were in their room. He got to his feet and moved to the window, pulling the blinds open and checking out the view. It wasn't anything special, really. Just buildings - shops, theaters, and a very busy street. They were only on the second floor and as a double-decker bus went past he could see the tired faces of everyone on board. The daylight would start to fade in the next hour and he figured they were all on their way home from work. He didn't plan to go anywhere tonight other than bed. Maybe they'd check out some sights the next day. Seemed a shame not to, since they were here and looking was free.

He turned, startled, as the bathroom door opened suddenly and Jared walked out wearing nothing but a refreshed smile. A smile that froze as he stared at the window, at the open blinds, and at the double-decker bus which had come to a halt right outside. Jensen barely even heard the swearing amidst Jared's mad dash back into the bathroom, the door slamming behind him as he hid out of sight from the now very awake looking passengers on the bus. He quickly shut the blinds, blushing on Jared's behalf, and stepped back from the window.

Jared reappeared, this time with a fluffly hotel towel wrapped tightly around his waist. "You could've fucking warned me! Opening the fucking blinds-"

"Yeah, or I might have had room service in here. Maybe you shouldn't just wander around naked, asshole."

Jared made a face and shuddered. "Wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't a bus full of little old ladies and creepy perverts..."

"They were getting a good show, at least. You probably just brightened up their whole year."

Jared 'hmmphed' and sat on the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees. Jensen approached him, holding his arms out in a peace-making gesture. "I'm sorry, okay?"

"Yeah. I know."

"You feel better?"

"Much. How come you got dressed again?"

"Because I'm going down to the lobby to call Jeff and tell him the number of the hotel. And to ask my mom to put some money on my credit card so we can do stuff while we're here."

"You think she will?"

Jensen nodded. "So long as I pay her back when I can. She's always said she'll help when I need her."

"And I'll help pay it back."

Jensen leaned down and they shared a long kiss before he reluctantly straightened again, before Jared distracted him too much. "I'll order room service while I'm down there. What do you want?"

"Club sandwich and fries. Twice, 'cause I'm fucking ravenous."

"Jay?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't get dressed."

Once room service had been delivered, Jensen locked the door and stripped off. He joined Jared on one of the beds and they sat side by side to eat, distracting one another with kisses throughout the meal. "I should be mad at you," Jensen said, setting his dirty plate aside.

"Why, 'cause this is all my fault?"

Jensen stuck a finger in the air and said, "Precisely. Because this is all your fault."

"Shut up. You're having a good time now, aren't you?"

"Could be having a better time."

Jared put his plate on the nightstand and shook his head. "Gripe, gripe. Give me a second." He shifted, leaning over Jensen and placing a hand to the pillow on the other side of his head. "You are going to have a better time, trust me." He kissed him, slowly and softly, and Jensen brought his hands up and curled his fingers into Jared's still damp hair. Jared's leg came over his body and then they were pressed together, head to toe, and Jensen moaned into Jared's mouth at the feel of it. Jared pulled up, kissed the tip of his nose.

"We haven't got anything with us, Jay."

"We don't?"

"Not unless you've got some stashed away in your pockets, which I'm sure you don't."

"It's okay," Jared told him, pushing down so their hips lined up once more and half-hard cocks rubbed against one another. "We can make do."

They woke late the following morning and Jared felt the need to apologise again with a slow blowjob in the shower, awkward since the tub really wasn't big enough for both of them, but he did it anyway. Jensen returned the favor, getting Jared off with his hands while the older man tried to shave. They dressed in the clothes they'd bought and put everything that was dirty into the bag for a laundry service Jensen had found out about the previous night.

"So. What're we going to do today?" Jensen asked, fastening the straps of his boots.

"Find a pharmacy and stock up," Jared told him. "And see some sights," he added, at the look Jensen gave him. "You know what else we should do? Wedding cake. I don't remember having one."

"I don't remember anything," Jensen said. "Just that you had this stupid idea to get married-"

"You've always wanted me to do it. I know you were thinking more hearts and flowers, and probably your mom crying and Chris as your best man, but you gotta know by now that I'm not that guy. But eventually, I will always give you what you want. Because I love you."

"You're enjoying this too much," Jensen told him, which wasn't what he had expected to hear.

"Is that what you think? Ever since I woke up on that plane and remembered what the fuck we did in Vegas, I've been wondering how it's possible for me to get that drunk. Honestly, Jen, I didn't think it could be done."

"What, you getting that drunk or you agreeing to marry me?"

"Both. I didn't want it. You wanted it."

Jensen took a step back, frowning. "Excuse me? I'm sorry, is this some huge fucking sacrifice you're making for me?"

"Well. Yeah. But before you get all up on your high horse about it, just think about that for a second. I never wanted to get married. It's all you've ever dreamed of since you were a little girl-" Jensen punched him in the shoulder at that point, firm enough to show he was pissed off but not too hard to really hurt. "All right, but you know what I mean. You have these ideas of your big gay romance that just don't fit with me. But, fuck that, you fell in love with me all the same and completely in spite of myself I fell in love with you too."

"Is that how it was?" Jensen asked. His heart was pounding in response to Jared's words and he didn't know why. Unless he really was a girl and hearing Jared tell him that he loved him so many times in one day was affecting him more than it should.

"That's how it was. This wouldn't have happened if we were sober. We both know that. At least, it wouldn't have happened this soon. I'd have told myself over and over that getting married to you was never in the cards, but really? All you'd have had to do was to keep asking me and I'd have said yes eventually."

"That's... Romantic."

Jared grinned. "I'm a romantic kind of guy. Come here."

Jensen sighed, stepped forward into Jared's arms and felt like the kid he'd been when he first met Jared as they folded around him and he pressed his face to the other man's chest. He breathed in deep, not wanting to let go. "I just hate that it happened like this," he mumbled.

"This is me we're talking about. It was always going to happen this way," Jared said, kissing the top of his head. "How about some breakfast? Then we'll go and buy some rubbers so that I can fuck your brains out tonight."

"I don't want you to fuck my brains out," Jensen complained. "Need 'em for med school."

"Idiot. C'mon. Let's go eat."

They ate in the hotel restaurant, simply because it was easy and there, and then they ventured out into the city. It was already heaving with people and Jared didn't even complain when Jensen grabbed hold of his hand and held on tightly. They didn't want to lose each other in the crowds and it didn't seem to bother anyone that walked past them. Few people looked twice, all in too much of a hurry to care.

That morning they walked all over, stopping for lunch in a small coffee shop that was slightly more off the beaten track. Jensen let Jared lead the way in the afternoon and grudgingly followed him into a pharmacy where he watched him buy a large box of condoms and a bottle of lube. The cashier, a middle-aged woman with a bright smile and a name tag that read 'JOYCE', didn't seem to know which of them to look at most. The intended use was clear, the fact that they were together even more so. Jared helped by not being embarrassed in the slightest while Jensen tried to hide behind a display of perfumes at the counter.

"Have a good day," Joyce told them, as she handed Jared his bag of purchases. He assured her that he would.

"Happy now?" Jensen wanted to know, as they headed out of the shop.

"Yup. Means tonight I get to... Hmm..." He leaned in closer. "Fuck you until you can't stand."

"Really? And are you at least going to buy me dinner first?"

"I'll buy you dinner," Jared insisted. "Where do you want to go? Hard Rock?"

"Oh, you know your way there, do you?"

"It's precisely my kind of place. Rocking, overpriced..." He stopped, leered. "Hard. I reckon I can find my way there pretty easy."

"Lead the way, flight of the navigator."

And so Jared started to walk. As they made their way through the streets of London it became clear that there was no day of the week, or time of the day, when the city wasn't teeming with people. They were everywhere and Jensen got used to the girls watching Jared from the corners of their eyes, unaware that they were doing the same to him. He got used to the very obviously gay men staring openly at them as they walked by, hand in hand, their faces changing into some kind of 'I would totally tap that' expression. It made Jensen clench his fingers around Jared's even tighter. Only when the familiar logo came into view did Jensen let go of Jared's hand. Jared turned to him, wondering why he'd stopped.

"What?"

"How the hell did you know where to go?"

"Because I have mystical navigating powers."

"Who did you ask?" Jensen asked again, glaring.

"Alright, fine. I asked that cop back at fuck 'n' slam palace while you were being a tourist."

"Buckingham." He didn't know why he was correcting him, he knew that Jared wasn't being serious. "I thought you hated cops."

Jared shrugged as they started towards the cafe again. "I do. But those ones are okay since they don't know what I've done. Or what I can do."

Jensen just eyed him warily at those words, a silent warning in his gaze.

"I said can do. Not will do. Jeez."

They entered the cafe, but not before they saw the red neon sign in the window that read, 'NO SMOKING, NO NUCLEAR WEAPONS'. Laughing, they told the hostess that they'd like a table for two. Surprisingly, they did not have to wait. They were seated downstairs, near a big screen TV that broadcast various music videos. A blonde waitress in a tight dress came to ask them what they wanted to drink. She introduced herself as Kate and stared a little too long at Jared. Jensen clenched his teeth, annoyed, and looked around at the other patrons and waiters, noting a couple of cute ones. Maybe he'd do a little flirting himself, just to get his own back.

"What's good?" Jared asked.

"Well... What do you like?"

"Anything and everything," Jared said, with a knowing smirk in Jensen's direction. "Tell you what, Kate, just pick out a couple of cocktails and bring us those to start with." Jared smiled his blinding smile and Kate nodded back with one of her own.

"Why doesn't she just take a damn picture?" Jensen muttered, as soon as their waitress was gone. "And maybe I wanted a beer, not some dumb cocktail, thanks for asking."

Jared lounged back in his seat, watching Jensen with an amused smile. "You know, you pick the funniest times to get jealous."

"I'm not jealous. I just don't see why she has to stare at you like you're a fuckin' piece of meat."

Jared leaned forward so quickly that his chair's back legs scraped on the floor. "You want me to drag you over this table and kiss you right now?"

Jensen was confused. "What? No! I don't-"

"Then stop worrying about it. Else you know I'll do it. And then everyone here'll know what a girl you are."

Jensen kicked Jared hard under the table for that one, smiling sweetly at him as Kate returned with their drinks. She told them she'd be back for their food orders and Jensen tried not to notice her cleavage as she backed away from them.

"She's kind of cute, though," Jared said, picking up his drink.

"You know who else is kind of cute?" Jensen asked, then raised a hand just as one of the waiters he'd spotted earlier came by. "Excuse me? Hi. Could I please get a beer like I wanted?" The waiter smiled charmingly and Jensen found himself licking his lips.

"Anything in particular?"

"Corona, please. With a wedge of lime. Thanks."

Jared watched the waiter leave and then turned back to find Jensen staring right at him, a look of triumph on his face. "Uh-huh. Whatever. You know my ass is way hotter than that."

"Are you going to stop encouraging the waitress?"

"Are you going to stop being such a girl?"

Not knowing why he did it, Jensen responded by sticking his tongue out and Jared sighed. "Sorry. A five year old girl," Jared amended, though he was smiling with his eyes. They held each other's gaze a second more and then Jensen slumped back.

"I'm sorry," he said, unable to think of anything else to say.

"Me too. Are you glad we did this?"

"You mean the whole drunkenly trying to get married and accidentally winding up halfway around the world? Yeah. Wish we'd done it sooner. At least it was with you, though."

"You know I told you I'd kiss you?"

"I sort of want you to right now."

Jared nodded. "I want to as well. But I don't want to get arrested on our first full day in England."

Jensen chuckled. "When do you want to get arrested?"

"I thought I'd give it at least a day more," Jared joked, as the waiter arrived back with Jensen's beer.

"Save it for the hotel, then," Jensen told him, not caring if the waiter heard or not. "You can make it up to me tonight."

"You'd better be ready."

Jensen pointed at the cocktails in front of them. "You're stopping at two, right?"

"I'll stop at two. If I don't we might end up pulling a Madonna and adopting kids or something." He laughed. Jensen didn't.

TBC