Smoke & Lightning: City Of Angels (4/?)
Title: Smoke & Lightning : City Of Angels (4/?)
Authors: eviltwin and bloody_adorable
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS AU
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki.
Wordcount: 4,081
Rating: Adult.
Summary: Jared gets a step closer to what he really wants.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
CHAPTER FOUR
He knew he shouldn't. But he still did. Jared put his iPod headphones on, turned up his music and wriggled into his helmet. Sat upon the bike that was idling underneath him, Jared put on his gloves, making a fist with his hand, and kicked up the stand on the bike. With his music blasting in his ears, he edged the bike out from the parking spot and hit the throttle. He buzzed around the lot, to the exit, and rolled out onto the main road. He could hear the bike over his music, but it complimented the hard guitars, the screaming voices. The rumble underneath him and the pounding in his ears made the travel back home bearable, when all Jared wanted was the feel of Jensen in his arms, rocking and writhing with him.
After the bike was safely stowed away, Jared took the stairs up to the third floor apartment he and Jensen shared. His keys jangled in his hands and his helmet bounced against his thigh as he walked. He unlocked the deadbolt and swung the door open.
Jensen was standing there, waiting for him.
Jared wanted to smile, but he saw the look in Jensen's eyes and knew the man was just as hungry, needful.
They didn't say anything. Dressed in sweats and a threadbare t-shirt, Jensen stepped closer, while Jared kicked the door closed with his foot. Blindly, he reached across himself and fumbled for the lock, turning the deadbolt all the way around. Everything he held in his hands, his helmet, keys, gloves, went to the floor with a clatter and a jangle. They still didn't kiss yet, though they were now close enough to. Jensen could feel Jared's breath on his face, could feel the man's body heat radiating from underneath his clothes. He reached up and pushed the leather jacket off of Jared's shoulders, letting it fall to the floor with the helmet and other things.
Jared leaned into him, pressing an open-mouthed, breathy kiss to Jensen's lips. It was only fleeting, hurried, as Jensen pulled away enough to drag Jared's tight shirt out from underneath his belt. Once the shirt had been tossed aside, Jared followed suit, tugging Jensen's t-shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor. It was then that they really got to kiss. Jared pulled Jensen against him, wrapping his arms tightly around the other man's naked torso.
Jensen could tell that Jared had drunk coffee at the bar. He smelled like smoke, sweat, and cologne, but Jensen could find no hint of cigarettes in Jared's kiss. He must have only stood outside, talking with someone who had lit up. Jensen ran his hands up Jared's midriff, to his chest, where he found the nipple rings, and tugged on them carefully.
In turn, Jared's hands slid down Jensen's back, following the line of his spine, pushing underneath the elastic of the man's sweatpants. He let his hands form to the curve of Jensen's backside, then squeezed the muscle, pulling Jensen up against him so that he could feel the man's erection solidly against his hip.
With his hands at Jared's chest, Jensen pushed against him, guiding him back the few steps they had moved away from the door. Jared's back came into contact with the old metal fire door, and he gasped at the chill against his skin, but quickly settled, still kissing Jensen with abandon. He could feel Jensen reaching back, taking hold of Jared's wrists and pulling his hands away. Jared moved with him, watching when Jensen broke the kiss. He interlocked his fingers with Jared's, pushing both of Jared's hands over his head and pinning them to the door. Jared felt his heart skip a beat. Jensen knew how doing things like that, taking charge and being a little bit rough, could send him reeling.
Jensen kissed him, this time brutal and desperate, nipping at Jared's bottom lip with his teeth. He dragged his tongue over the hurt he'd caused and felt Jared's fingers tighten on his. He worked his hand out of Jared's and pressed his biting kisses lower, leaving a trail of red down Jared's chin, along the column of his throat, and followed the center line down his chest. He veered off course only once, to take one of the nipple rings into his mouth, teeth clacking against the metal. Jared gasped gently at the warm, sucking pull, taking his hands away from the door and resting them at Jensen's head.
Jensen continued on his previous course, nipping down over Jared's stomach, letting his tongue slip around the man's belly button. That got a reaction from Jared, a laugh and a gentle nudge to Jensen's head, telling him to stop. Smiling, Jensen got comfortable on his knees and tugged at Jared's belt.
Jared didn't move to help him, just watching Jensen undress him. He liked how Jensen's eyes didn't waver from his, such a contrast to how the young man used to be. He had grown so much since they were first together. He watched, only helping when it came time to toe off his boots and pull the jeans, socks and briefs off. Then, naked and pressed against the door, Jared watched his erection slip into Jensen's soft, hot mouth. It was then that he closed his eyes, rested his hands atop Jensen's head and leaned back against the door. In and out, warm and wet, Jared felt his need growing stronger and stronger with each stroke. He could feel Jensen's fingers curled around his thighs, grazing softly down to his knees and back up to his hips. On the third pass to his hip, Jared took hold of Jensen's hands, stopping him.
Jensen didn't let the halted movement interrupt him. He took as much of Jared into his mouth as he could and pulled back slowly, sucking along the length. He felt Jared shudder against him, a slight tingle of salt and warmth touching his tongue. He felt Jared tugging at his hands and pulled away. He stood, and Jared's fingers slipped along his jaw and around to the back of his head as he pulled him in to a hungry kiss. Jared pushed away from the door and Jensen went with him.
They walked backwards, blindly, until Jensen bumped into the kitchen table. In one fluid, quick motion, Jared pushed Jensen's sweatpants down to his thighs and grabbed hold of his backside, hauling him up onto it. It was easier to do that these days, but Jared wasn't sure if it was because he'd been lifting weights more, or perhaps because Jensen had lost a fair amount of weight. He pushed the worry out of his mind and carefully forced Jensen's head back, kissing his way down to the man's shoulder. He traced Jensen's collar bone with his tongue, pressing his hand against the man's chest.
Jensen leaned back, lying down upon the table-top, his legs dangling off the edge. He closed his eyes, squirmed slightly at the feel of Jared's mouth skating down his skin, across his belly, over his hip, along his thigh. Involuntarily, his back arched when he felt Jared's mouth close around his cock. He tried not to cry out, but managed to kick off his sweatpants, wrapping his legs around Jared as best he could. While the man's mouth worked on him, making him sweaty and needful, one of Jared's hands kept Jensen steady, the other one stretched to tug and rub at the nipple ring at his chest.
Jensen wanted to stay like this forever, right in this moment, loving how he and Jared were connected, how they knew each other, how they fit. He lost himself in what was happening, and wondered if he had left the television on, when he heard a voice. It took him a second or two to realize it was his own voice, moaning and grunting against Jared's mouth.
When Jared moved away, Jensen felt a little lost, a little cold. Until he felt himself being pulled back up, turned around, feet nudged apart. Chest heaving, he fumbled around until he managed to pull open the drawer just under the table-top. He pulled out a small tube of lube, handing it over his shoulder, to Jared.
Smiling, Jared chuckled softly and took the item. Jensen had been looking forward to this just as much as he had, and had stowed the necessities in the drawer.
It didn't take him long to slick himself up with the lube. He pressed himself against Jensen in a constant push, but not too rough. With his still-slick hand, he reached around and stroked Jensen's cock. When he was all the way in, he moaned a sigh against Jensen's shoulder and pulled back out. He felt Jensen's hand on his hip as he pushed back in again, this time a bit harder than before. They found a rhythm, a little slow, and a little rough, rocking against each other until their movements became faster, and their voices grew in volume. Jensen straightened to try and kiss Jared, his fingers laced through the man's hair. They both came hard, their mouths open, their skin slick with sweat. Chills covered their skin as their movements became slower, their voices softer.
Coming down off their high, Jensen leaned against the table, and Jared against him, his forehead pressed to Jensen's shoulder. Their chests heaved as they tried to catch their breath.
"Fuck," Jared finally swore in a breathy voice.
Jensen raised his hand and slapped his palm onto the table. "I declare this kitchen christened," he said.
Chuckling, Jared raised his head. He snuggled in closer to Jensen, nuzzling the man's ear. "Let's go christen the living room."
"We did that already," he reminded him. "When we first moved in?"
Jared shrugged. "Let's re-christen it, then."
Jensen smiled and shrugged, too. "Okay."
Laughter and playful curses filled the room. The TV was on, casting a happy glow on the two men seated on the sofa. One lamp, with a low-wattage bulb, was burning on the end table, casting an amber wash over everything, deepening the shadows in the corner of the room. Neither Jared nor Jensen had bothered to dress yet. As a matter of fact, they'd remained naked for the entire night, and the next day. Instead, they sat on the sofa, stark naked, an X-Box game controller in each of their hands. Jared had put in Army of Two and they had argued for a few minutes about which character was hotter. They battled for quite awhile, laughing and swearing at each other all the while, before Jared mentioned getting something for dinner. Neither of them wanted to go out right then, so they opted on having something delivered. Jared got up from the sofa and searched the apartment for their phone book. He found it underneath a stack of paid bills, flipped to the restaurant section and found the number to the pizza joint a guy at work had recommended. He ordered two pizzas, one with sausage and mushrooms for himself, and one with peppers and pepperoni for Jensen. Granted, they wouldn't eat all of it tonight, but cold pizza made the best kind of breakfast there was.
"Pizza in thirty," Jared said, walking back to the sofa.
"Thank you," Jensen smiled, watching him sit back down. "You gonna get dressed?"
"No," he returned. "I said pizza in thirty, not pizza right now."
Jensen laughed. "Alright," he agreed. "Let's get back to the game. Your ass needs saving again, I see."
"Shut up, it's your fault," Jared pointed out.
Jensen nudged him with his foot. "My fault?"
"Yes, you brought us out into the fucking middle of nowhere."
Jensen just laughed and un-paused the game. The sound of automatic gunfire filled the room again, and the two lost track of time. It wasn't until they heard the buzzer on the door, that they remembered their dinner.
"Shit," Jared cursed. He paused the game again and ran to the intercom to answer the call. "Yeah?"
"Pizza," a man's voice came over the speaker.
"Come on up," he said, buzzing the delivery man in. While he did, Jensen reached up to the back of the sofa and pulled down the knitted afghan that was there. Donna had made it, and gave it to them just before they'd left. It was a gorgeous blanket, knitted in the calming colors of the ocean.
Jared moved into the bedroom and rustled around for a few minutes. When Jensen heard the knock on the door, he didn't move to answer it, instead leaving it for Jared to do. He stared at the television screen for a few moments until he heard Jared's footsteps nearing the front door. He turned and, horrified, called out to his lover.
"Jay."
Jared stopped short and turned to him. "What?"
"You're naked."
Jared looked down at himself before meeting Jensen's eyes again. "Okay," he said, as if waiting for further explanation. "And?"
"You can't answer the door buck naked."
"Do you want dinner?"
"Yeah, but..."
"Then I'm answering the door."
"Why didn't you just put some jeans on?"
"The dude's not gonna care," Jared told him. "I mean, he's got all the same stuff, right?"
The knock at the door came again, urging Jared closer. He counted the money in his hands, making sure he had enough, and slid the chain lock open, twisted the deadbolt.
Jensen hunched down on the sofa, a little mortified, and a little hurt. After all, he was one of the few people that knew about the tattoos always hidden underneath Jared's jeans or boxer briefs. Now, a total stranger would know. Jensen quietly justified it all with the rationalization that they might never see the pizza guy again. After all, they were in LA. It was a big city.
"Whoa."
With the front door wide open, Jared smiled over at the pizza guy, complimented at the man's surprised remark.
"Dude," the pizza boy said. "You're fucking naked."
"And you have my fucking pizza," he told him. He held out his hands.
After several seconds of staring dumbfounded, looking up and down Jared's tattooed skin, the pizza boy finally moved. He tore open the Velcro-lined soft case and pulled out two boxes of large pizzas. "One...sausage and...mush...room," the pizza guy said. He heard snickering coming from further inside the apartment, and searched the open floor plan of the apartment. He saw another man over on the sofa, his bare, tattooed chest visible, the rest of his nakedness covered with a homemade afghan. The pizza guy's eyes travelled right down to Jensen's toes, seeing yet another tattoo circling the man's ankle. "And one pepperoni and peppers," he continued. "Dude, are both of you naked?"
Jared took the pizzas from him and set them on the nearby kitchen counter. "That's how sex is usually played, junior," he said. He stretched out his arm and handed the guy a wad of bills. "Thanks."
The man looked unsure. Should he take the money? Okay, he knew he should, but he didn't want to get too close to the naked man by the door. This was, by far, one of his most bizarre calls. He stretched out his arm as far as he could but came up short. He took a tentative step closer, bending at the waist so that he didn't have to get too close, and nearly swallowed his own tongue when the naked man lunged closer to grab his wrist. He would have screamed, if he'd had his wits about him, but he was so shocked and horrified, that he couldn't do anything but gasp and stare as the nude, muscle-bound man yanked him closer. His feet slid across the linoleum floor, and he made a weak sound of protest.
"You're not going to catch the gay," Jared almost snarled at him. Then he smiled, stuffed the money into the guy's hand and let go of him. "There's a good tip in there for you, pumpkin." He winked.
Not sure what to think, the pizza guy picked up the pizza case -- when had he dropped it? -- and headed out the door. Jared turned the deadbolt and slid the chain lock into place before picking up the pizza boxes and heading into the living room.
"Man," Jensen chuckled, shaking his head. "We're never gonna get pizza from that place again, are we?"
Jared sat down next to him and handed him the box marked "Pep/peppers" and kept the "Saus/mush" for himself. "Yeah, we will," he corrected Jensen. "With the size tip he just got, he won't mind coming back." He flipped open the box and reached for a slice of pizza.
"Even if you do answer the door, cock swinging again?"
"Even if," he nodded. He took a bite of his pizza and smiled over at Jensen.
"You're a freak," he laughed.
They decided that, at some point, they should probably socialize with people on at least one of their days off. So, after the mad pizza fiasco, Jensen and Jared went to the Blue and Jensen finally got to meet Roberto, Tisha, and some of the other employees.
Jared went behind the bar and got his and Jensen's first beer, but after that, he ordered like a regular paying customer. They listened to the live band, drank their beers and even danced some.
When a table opened up, Jensen quickly grabbed it. He sat down and reached for Jared's hand. "Hey, go get us a drink, and I'll hold down the fort," he offered.
"You got it," Jared nodded. He weaved through the crowds of people, some dancing in their spots, some drinking, some doing both. Not everyone was successful at it either. Jared only just managed to get to the bar without getting alcohol spilled on him. He set down two empty bottles and when Tisha saw him, she smiled.
"What you want, baby?" she asked, winking.
He grinned and held up the bottles. "Two more?" he asked. "Actually, can we get drafts this time. Two Killians."
"You got it, babe," she nodded.
Jared chuckled and watched her step away from him, over to the taps. He fished his wallet out of his back pocket and opened it up, waiting for her to return with the drinks.
"Hey, man, nice ink."
Jared turned, his smile still upon his face. He saw a Hispanic-looking man staring back at him, the man's eyes dropping again to Jared's arm. He looked down with him and nodded. "Thanks, man," he said.
"You must be a biker, too," the guy said, tugging at his greying goatee. "I see some clan markings, don't I?"
Jared nodded. "Uh, yeah," he agreed. "That was a long time ago though."
"You didn't have to cover them up?"
He shook his head, shrugging. "I covered up the one I had to," he said over the music. "These ones I got to keep."
"Right on," the man said. "So, you must know how to fix a bike. Those are mechanic’s hands, am I right?"
Under different circumstances, and coming from Jensen's mouth, those words could have been a pick-up line. When she returned, Jared gave Tisha some money for the drinks she set before him. She took the cash, but did not return with change, just as Jared wanted it. The rest was her tip. He chuckled at the guy he was talking to and nodded. "Yeah," he answered. "I can fix a bike or two."
The guy finally held out his hand. "Memo," he said, introducing himself.
"Jared," he returned, shaking the man's hand.
"You got work, Jared?"
"Yes, sir," he nodded. "I'm usually here every night."
Memo frowned. "Shame," he said. "I own a bike shop. Do custom orders, fix shit. I could use a good mechanic."
Jared's smile faded. In truth, it was his dream to own his own bike shop. Customizing, fixing, sales, you name it. It was what he'd really wanted for years. He liked having a hand in the bars, they were easy money, but the shop was where his dreams were at. "Well, what kind of hours?" he found himself asking.
Memo thought for a moment. "If you're good," he said, "I'd be willing to work around your schedule."
"Oh, I'm good," Jared chuckled.
Laughing, Memo nodded. "Alright," he agreed. "What would you say to part-time for now? See if you like it? Twelve to five, Monday through Saturday?"
Tonguing his teeth, Jared thought for a moment. He glanced over at Jensen, then back to Memo. He thought about what Memo might say when he learned about his life partner. But the pull of the bike shop was too much for him. "You got it," he agreed. He held out his hand again. Memo took it, sealing the deal, then told Jared where the shop was. After gathering up the two glasses of beer, Jared headed back to the table he and Jensen had gotten.
"Dude, there you are," Jensen said. "I was beginning to think you had to brew the stuff." He took a sip of the beer, watching Jared sit down across from him, a smile upon his face. "What?"
"I just got a job," he told him.
Brow furrowed, Jensen shook his head. "You have a job."
Jared swallowed a mouthful of beer, nodding his head. "I got another one," he said.
It was silent for a moment, Jensen waiting for Jared to laugh and say he was just kidding. "What?"
"Yeah," he agreed. "A guy at the bar. He has a bike shop. I'll work for him, then I'll come here."
"Oh, that's great." He didn't bother hiding his annoyance.
Confused, Jared met Jensen's furious gaze. "What?" he asked.
"No, that's great, Jay," he said again, clearly not believing what he was saying. "I mean, God knows we have the time to spare."
"What are you getting so upset about?"
"What am I getting so upset about?" Jensen repeated. "You've been a bitch to me how many times, lately, because of the hours I hold?"
"That's because your hours are insane."
"You just took a second job!" He had yelled, but thankfully, with the decibels the live band was putting out, no one really noticed.
"Jen," he said, trying to calm him. "It's part-time. Noon to five, Monday through Saturday. I'll still be home when you are, have dinner with you, and then head off to the bar."
Raking his fingers through his hair, after swiping his palms across his face, Jensen nodded. "Great," he sighed. "I get to see you for two hours a day."
Jared hadn't thought it all the way through, that was true. But he knew they could make this work. "Jen," he said again. "You've said it yourself, you're doing better at the hospital. It wouldn't be any different than if I stopped coming to see you for lunch."
He had a point. But Jensen still didn't like it.
"You have that fundraiser coming up too," he reminded him.
Jensen frowned, even though he knew damn well Jared was right.
"And the bike shop is my ultimate goal, you know that," he continued. "It has been from day one. Who knows, maybe I could get in good with this guy, make a shit-load of money and get my own place sooner."
It was quiet between them for a moment. Jensen stared over at Jared, at the pleading look in the man's eyes, and sighed. "Yeah, alright," he agreed. "I guess."
"Don't let this ruin the rest of our time off," Jared warned. "You already know that you're my number one priority. If something isn't working out, we'll fix it, right?"
He nodded, still not really convinced. "Right."
"Besides," Jared said, after another swallow of beer. "I don't want that sweet ass of yours mad at me."
The compliment made a smile slowly spread across Jensen's face. "No, you don't," he agreed.
Remaining where he was, Jared crooked a finger at him. Jensen chuckled and leaned in closer, giving him a quick kiss. He still wasn't completely comfortable with showing such affection outside of their home, but he had already noticed that night that they weren't the only gay couple out. The memory of that made him linger a little while longer, stealing one more kiss before they turned their attention back to the band.
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